Date: Mon, 8 Sep 2014 14:49:46 -0400
From: Matt0272@aol.com
Subject: Piss Chaser

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One summer weekday in mid morning I was riding downtown on the N Judah line
as I do several times each week.  As usual among my fellow riders there
were a couple of young men worth taking a glance at including a man of about
twenty-five standing on the opposite side of the car maybe ten feet from
me.  He was wearing well-fitted older jeans, a dark blue T and  loafers.
There was something about him that interested me but I turned my  eyes for a
while to other guys in the car.  When I again glanced at the  first man he had
turned a little so that he was now facing generally in my  direction,
giving me a nice view of his crotch.  He had a well packed  basket but there was
something more that interested me and I couldn't at first  figure what it
was.  I was, by now, staring at him intently and suddenly  realized what had
first interested me; there was a definite stain on his crotch  like he had
wet himself and the crotch was still slightly damp.  With a  smile my eyes
moved from his crotch to his face, he was smiling back at  me.

By now we had reached Powell Station, my stop and, it turned out, his  too.
With another smile, he exited the train.  Since I was further  from a door
and had people in front of me, he was well in front of me before I  exited
and don't think he saw me.  I was tempted to run after him but he  was
taking an exit other than mine and I had an appointment to keep.

I thought about the guy with the damp crotch a good deal over the next
several days.  The stain was obviously piss and, from his smile when I  noticed
it, was not an unfortunate accident.  The idea that it was a  deliberate
thing intrigued me and I wanted to find out why he was doing  it.  Every time
I rode the N Judah that week I was on the lookout for him  and did see him
once but couldn't catch up with him.  On Thursday afternoon  of the next week
I saw him again, he was getting on a train of a different line  and, while
I ran to catch that train, the doors closed.  He had seen me  though and
waved as the train started.  The fact that he was going in a  different
direction was a downer but the fact that he not only noticed me but  also waved
give me hope.  My train was the second train after that.  I  rode towards my
place and wondered when, if ever, I would see the guy with the  damp crotch
again.

Again turned out to be much earlier than I ever expected.  I didn't  know
at the time but he had changed at the next station to my train but in the
other car and stood right by the door so he could exit if he saw me getting
off.  When it was my stop I exited and had just gotten to the sidewalk when
somebody touched me on the shoulder.  It was the damp crotch guy.   Very
surprised and very happy, I turned toward him and said "Hi."

"I'm Ben, the guy you smiled at on the train last week.  If you  have any
time, can we talk a little?  Actually, I'll have to catch the next  inbound
train."

"Ok."

"When you smiled at me the other day I had already realized that you have
picked up on the condition of my jeans and it seemed to me that you thought
it  was all right and that you were interested for some reason.  Other times
when I've been like that people have smiled derisively, as though I've had
an  accident."

"You're right.  Wet jeans interest me and I wondered what your story  was."

"It's been a solo thing for me; I've never talked to anyone about it
before."

"Here's my cell number.  Call me when you get a chance.  And your  train is
coming."

"Will call this evening and thanks."

Ben did call just after 8 and I invited him to come to my place.   Before
he arrived, I changed into an older, relatively snug-fitting pair of  jeans
in case he wanted to get into some action.  Didn't know if he would;  in
fact, I didn't even know if he was gay, straight or whatever.  When Ben  showed
up he was very nervous.  He was wearing jeans that I think were the  ones he
had on when we first met, minus the damp spot.

He started our discussion by asking me about my sexual experiences and how
I'd gotten into wet jeans.  I told him that my first sex, other than
masturbation, was with my next younger brother Mark.  Mark was about 13 at  the
time and was playing around with a school mate.  One day Mark asked if  I'd
ever had a blow job.  I said I hadn't and he offered to give me one, an
offer I readily accepted and which I reciprocated.  After that Mark and I  had
sex together a lot until I went off to college.  We now live on  opposite
sides of the country, Mark married and has two boys and a girl but we  still
have sex once and a while.  From the time Mark and I started, I was  sure I
was gay and have had sex with boys and men ever since. The interest in  water
sports started about two years after the first experience with Mark.   I'd
heard about it and decided to try it.  Late one night locked in the
bathroom, I tried wetting myself while wearing old jeans and a T.  I drunk  a lot of
water before I started and it took a couple more glasses of warm water
before I began pissing myself.  Part of a problem was that I had an almost
bone-hard cock.  Once I started pissing I didn't stop, it felt so  great.  When
I finally ran out of piss I started rubbing my hard cock  through the wet
denim and quickly shot a big load of cum.  A couple days  later I got Mark to
piss on me, which felt great to me but it turned out not to  be Mark's
thing.

By now Ben had started getting over his nervousness and began telling his
story.  The only child of older parents, he led a sheltered life with only
a few friends.  After several years of only wet dreams to release his
tensions, he discovered jacking off.  He'd read porn, both straight and  gay, to
get him in the mood and admitted that gay porn became much more to his
liking.  Discovering the pleasure of wet jeans was accidental.  It was  the end
of Ben's first year of college and he was cramming for one of his  finals.
He felt an urge to piss but not a big one and kept on with his  reading.
Totally into the text he kept on until the piss decided for  itself that it
was time to let go fully soaking his crotch.  He grabbed his  crotch and felt
his cock under the piss-soaked denim.  The feeling was so  good that he
started rubbing his cock and soon experienced what he described as  the best cum
he'd ever had.  By now Ben and I were both relaxed and had  pretty much
talked ourselves out.

"Up for some fun?" I asked.  "We could start by wetting our jeans;  it's
something we're both into.  If you're willing I'd also like to do  more."

"Sounds good.  I've never watched another guy piss his jeans and  whatever
else we do will also be a first for me."

Ben and I went out to the patio, two of its sides are the blank walls of
adjacent buildings and I have planted a hedge on the other side making it a
private space.  Ben declined a third beer saying two was his limit so we
both took tall glasses of water with us.  Actually, the two beers was  enough.
There are several metal chairs with lattice work seats and backs  on the
patio which Ben said were perfect for what we were about to do, he likes  to
be seated when he starts pissing as the piss nicely wets the crotch.  So  we
were sitting facing each other when Ben started, the piss spreading to soak
his crotch.  I started a moment later, enjoying the feeling as my piss
soaked my jockeys and my jeans.  After a short while Ben stood up to allow
his piss to soak his legs as well.  I stood also and moved toward Ben so  our
crotches were pressed together and, as our piss streams ended, I sunk to my
knees in front of Ben.  One advantage of button front jeans is that you can
unbutton the lower two or three buttons without fully opening the fly.
Which is what I did, moving my fingers into the opening to get his cock  out.
Ben's cock was almost fully hard as I took it into my mouth and the  smell
of Ben's piss-soaked jeans excited me; even more so the smell and taste of
his cock wet with piss.  With my tongue and my lips I gave Ben the best
blow job I could.  From the moans oh's, ah's, and O Lord yes's coming from
Ben, it was apparent he was enjoying my work.  Then he said "Stop! I'm  going
to cum!"

Of course I didn't stop and was rewarded with the biggest, sweetest cum
load I ever had.  While Ben's cock was still in my mouth, he gave me a good
size squirt of piss.

"I'm doublely sorry.  I didn't mean to cum in your mouth and I  certainly
didn't mean to piss just then.  Should have known better; I often  piss a
little just after I've cum."

"Don't be sorry.  The cum was delicious and I certainly wouldn't want  to
waste it.  As for the piss, I liked it and it wasn't the first time I've
willingly drunk somebody's."

"That makes me feel better.  This has been the most incredible  evening,
especially my first blow job."

By now it was getting late.  When Ben had arrived he was carrying a
plastic bag that I assumed contained a second pair of jeans so he could get  home.
I asked if that was the case but also said I would like to spend the
night with him if he was willing.  He was and we were soon in bed cuddling
until we both fell asleep.  In the morning I was up first, Ben was still
sleeping on his back.  He had morning wood showing a cock cut and about as  long
as my seven incher but wider than mime.  Too good to pass up so I gave  him
his second blow job as he awoke giving me another big load of sweet cum,
this time without the piss chaser.  Showers and a quick breakfast  followed.  I
told Ben I was leaving that evening on a week and a half  business trip but
that I definitely wanted to get together with him as soon as  possible
after that.  Ben suggested the day I got back and I agreed.