My Life For Wetness

Chapter 11

I just started high school nine weeks ago, grade nine, all boys, and Catholic at that. Catholics have to commit a lot of sins in order to keep all those churches full. This school is going to be EPIC. Eight hundred boys, can you imagine? It's like falling out of the sky into a candy store for perverted pant pissers like me. There has to be a ton of boys, teachers and priests both straight and gay who are into pissing themselves and it is my mission over the next four years to find them all.

I didn't want to start pissing my pants or getting wet right at the start of the school year. I wanted to wait a little bit before showing any wetness from pre-cum, piss or cum on my new light gray thin school uniform pants. I crave to piss myself everyday to attract would be pant pissers for great wet sex. Their not really hard to find if they know how badly I want to be wet so I'll have to show them by example.

After waiting this long I wanted to have an accident or something and wet my pants in front of a lot of students. I planned for this to happen in the main cafeteria yesterday, Friday...... I DIDN'T DO IT...... That's right,,, I CAVED, I got scared, as I said thinking of all the older kids who might want to hurt this skinny pervert in wet pants.

Teachers, nuns and priests were always telling me to pull up my pants, or take my hand out of my pants or leave that thing alone and best of all, don't touch that. So when there was ever any evidence of piss or cum anywhere they would think of me first. Even most of the kids knew of my reputation.

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I remember in grade eight I walked into a stall I thought was empty and there was Denis Parent pounding away on his cock. I went to leave.

"Wait!!" I heard him say in some sort of whisper, out of breath. It was obvious he was close. It was about to happen. I was surprised he asked me to wait because Denis is definitely straight. Everyone knew that he had serious action with girls. It got around that he actually fucked one. But right now in this instant he couldn't stop. I know that feeling, the point that even if the Pope were to walk in on me at that point, I wouldn't stop. Denis is considered the hottest boy in school and everyone thinks he has a huge cock. He knows better than anyone my reputation. He asked me to rub under his balls while he was jerking off. He was sweating a lot and had an animal look in his eyes. His hair was a mess. He put my hand inside his pants to rub between his balls and his ass hole. I couldn't believe this, my hand stuck inside Denis Parent's pants as he just kept jerking. I guess I walked in at the exact right instant, he needed and wanted help. He reached for my zipper breathing heavy but I had to help him because he was still pounding and after I got my cock out he took it from me and aimed it at his pants. "REALLY?" I thought. Then he said the magic word,

"PISS. please, it has to be wet." I couldn't let this instant pass so I pissed and actually soaked him as he pounded and pounded. I could hear the flood of my piss dripping off his pants into the water of the toilet. He still couldn't get his cum so he started to stroke my cock then, out of breath he indicated for me to continue so I grabbed my cock, then Denis put his hand up and took hold of my balls. I wet my finger and put my free hand inside his pants and stuck my wet finger all the way up and into his ass hole. As I jerked I got my whole finger up his ass as he pushed down on it. Since he was soaking I was getting closer faster then he was when suddenly I shot my cum, big lumps and clumps all over the front of his usually pristine pants. He pushed down harder on my finger, his mouth wide open his eyes glazed. I wanted to kiss him but he snapped his face away. Finally, totally out of breath, his groin high in the air, he shot his small load of cum onto his pants. He couldn't breathe or talk when he collapsed but wanted me out. I looked at him, what a beautiful picture. He was gorgeous. The hottest image of a spent boy I ever saw. I wanted to jerk off again, but left. There were a few wide eyed kids there but didn't look as if they knew what could possibly have gone on. Spoiler ! ! !... his cock, nor his cum load were that big but if he asked me to be his boyfriend I would drop everything for him. I fell in love with him but he'll never know.

I don't know what happened after I left, how he got out of there. I crave to get caught in situations like that with a challenge but I'm sure he has no experience what so ever. We never ever talked about it ever.

One thing I'll never forget, Denis, the most popular and hottest grade eight boy in the world and I in that exact instant of all time had a complete and sincere sexual ecstasy and we were one.

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In the first week of high school I was so worried about showering with other boys. I didn't want boys to see my cock and balls and the tiny soft hairs that were coming in around my junk and in my arm pits, so as you can imagine, I had a very bad first PE day when my boner, already the subject of stares and grins sprung right there in front of them all, straight up, to it's full length, hardness and thickness screaming for attention with pre-cum starting to ooz from a beautiful hard cock head. Roy, the tall black boy with the most perfect body and beautiful long cut semi hard cock was showing how to soap up such a cock and such gorgeous low hanging nuts. Then, while facing the wall, he bent over to wash his lags. I could see his beautiful ass hole and his balls hanging all soaped up. So fucking hot. In a very short time the assistant coach, Matt, who saw I was not able to stop my cock, took me out of the shower and told me to take my clothes and towel to the last changing cube. When he got to the cube my boner was still straight up covered in slimy pre-cum.

"Is this something that's going to happen every time you shower Joe?" he asked.

"I don't know." He looked down the hall then moved into the cube beside me. He moved very slow until he touched my cock, then took it into his hand barely getting his grip all the way around my shaft. His fist slid up and down easily spreading my pre-cum the full length of my shaft, his thumb and index finger touching the sensitive edge of my cock head. I totally relaxed and move in closer to accommodate his desire. I opened my mouth and took in his tit as it was right there.

"This is one huge fucking cock." He said. He sensed I wanted more of this and put his face in my hair, his other hand finding my balls.

"These balls, holy fuck." He stroked my cock and played with my balls. I reached up under his gym shorts and found him hard. I nearly stopped breathing. After we played for a minute he told me to get dressed and left. I felt so horny I wanted the class to know something happened so I let a gush of piss shoot into my pants as I was fighting to get my boner in place. For a second I had a strong urge to let more piss's just fly but I held back. I looked at the front of my pants. There was enough piss there that the other boys in the shower would see when we passed to leave. Anyway, I wanted them to know that Matt and I were doing sex stuff. After a minute he came back and told me he was taking me home. I didn't know he meant his home. He apparently told the head coach that he was taking me to my home because I was upset as it was my first time showering in front of boys. When we left the other boys in the shower and locker room saw my wet pants. When we got into his pickup Matt went right for the front of my thin school pants right where they were wet as we pulled out of the lot. I slid my butt forward to accommodate his move. He spread his legs a bit and raised his groin, a beautiful bulge finally noticeable, so I reached over and took hold of his cock taking it out the leg of his shorts. My cock was covered in pre-cum again which now was running down over my belt and onto the front of my good school pants. I undid my belt and opened my zipper, Matt's shaking hand reached over and found it easy to take hold of my cock as it was sticking far out the top of my undies.

"You know what?" before I answered him, he continued.

"You have one of the biggest cocks in the whole school, I think third or fourth. How did you get such a huge cock, and balls for that matter, your only in grade nine?"

"I don't know, it just happened." He turned into an underground parking lot.

"I've been here for five years and I know every cock in the place, I've seen them all. One kid in grade twelve has thirteen inches, can you fucking believe that? thirteen beautiful thick inches, the huge's cock I ever saw, and two kids in grade eleven, twins, have twelve inches, and I think your next, how long are you?'

"I think eight or eight and a half."

"OK, I'm wrong, it looks bigger because your very thin. One kid in grade twelve has nine inches but yours is thicker and you have a bigger head on yours than any of them. Plus your balls are way bigger than any of them, and your cuter. I want to fuck you." I could feel my face turning red. After we parked we started making out. He pulled my undies all the way to my knees and put his hand under and behind to poke his middle finger into my ass hole. I pushed down to take his whole finger. Then with my help we pulled my monster hard cock out then he stroked it then went down and took it in his mouth. He pushed the rest of his finger into my ass hole. I pushed up hard and moaned. He lifted his head and pulled his finger out putting it into his mouth. He sat up. My cock spewed a lot of pre-cum which landed on the front of my school pants.

"Yeah, that's fucking hot, your awesome. I've had almost a hundred cocks in my mouth in five years, maybe more. Your's is one big deal dude. Let's go." He opened his door so I got out my side, opened my belt and put my cock against my lower abs and did my belt up tight to hold my soaking cock in place then pulled up my zipper. I grabbed my backpack. People in the elevator noticed my wet pants and Matt did nothing to block their view. I think he was showing off his catch or something.

When we got to his apartment we started making out again. He undid my belt, which made a loud clanking noise in his quiet place, and pulled my pants down. I pulled his shorts down and I took hold of his cock. It was uncut and hard and thick.

"How long is yours, it looks long?" I asked.

"Seven and a half, does it look OK?"

"Are you kidding me?" Cocks are the most beautiful part of a guy's body. We stopped for a minute as he went to the fridge and got us a pop. We went to his bedroom. While we lay on his bed I thought this would be a good time to introduce more piss, just a bit more. He seems to know a lot of boys and would probably get the word around that the new kid in grade nine with the big cock and huge balls likes pissing his pants. While he lay on top of me we started kissing. No wonder he was able to take my cock, he has a big mouth, I love it. I started releasing more piss into my pants, not a lot but enough to wet my nuts, and did it ever feel good. He started biting my neck when we heard the apartment door open and close. We sat up and leaned against the wall.

"That's Francisco." and at that second a kid walked into the room.

"Hi!!! who's that?" the kid asked.

"Joe Chance, he had a rough shower day so I brought him home, you know to open him up a bit."

"You mean to open his boy cunt a bit." Francisco came to the bed and looked right at my pants, they were more wet than I had planned, the outline of my junk vi sable.

"I know, you want to join in." Matt said.

"Well he looks like my type, and love the piss thing going on. That's a nice bulge of junk." Francisco was cute, younger than me, black hair, very dark eyes, beautiful red lips, quite skinny and a bulge that actually looks big on his thin frame.

"I think he is your type." Matt made an obvious gesture towards my wet pants.

"Is that OK with you?" Francisco asked me.

"Yeah." I replied. Francisco took a hold of his pants and not to be left out of the loop he let a gush of piss fill the front of them. Was he hot or what?

"OK guys let's get it on." Francisco said as his piss ran across his pants and down the front of his leg.

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The sweat shirt is in school colours, maroon writing on a a gray shirt. The back I had custom printed on site after I paid for the shirt. The shirt matches my gray school pants so I will wear it all next week during spares, lunch breaks and on the bus ride home, then on Friday, I'll grow some balls and actually wet my pants in front of them all. By then most of the eight hundred boys and teachers should know the kid in grade nine likes to wet his pants.

Since I caved and failed to piss my pants in front of all the boys in school yesterday, I decided I would cruise the subways today and when totally desperate, where ever I am just let go and soak myself. This should prepare me not to be such a pussy and chicken out next Friday and just relax piss myself.

"Just make sure you don't miss confession. You missed last Saturday. If you miss today you won't be alive to go next week."

"Mom, I promise, I'll go, as a matter of fact, Danforth Mall is near my school and if I think for one second that I won't make it home, I'll go to St. John's, their confessions start an hour before ours. I'll phone you and keep in touch to make sure I don't miss."

"Make sure when you are asked by the priest how long since your last confession, you tell him two weeks, do you hear me?"

"Yes mom, I hear you."

"He'll give you a lecture, but never lie in a confessional."

"Do you ever lie mom?"

"Never."

"That means you tell Father Attwood everything we do?"

"Yes, we are talking to God, we must, and make sure you do too."

"You mean when I wear pissed or cum covered pants to church that Father Attwood who is standing right in front of me, giving me communion, can see my pants and might think that you and dad might have done it?"

"Well I don't know what he might think."

"I don't know what to say. I even have stood outside after Mass and stood beside him when you were talking to him, a few of those time I had wet pants. I guess he must be straight."

"What makes you think that, and why wouldn't he be?"

"Well here's the thing. Altar boys and priest at the altar facing us and are always looking to grab a glimpse of two things. A nice set of boobs or a nice pile of junk in some cute boy's pants. Even straight boys check out other boy's junk, they want to see if they stack up against other boys. That's just the nature of people. All boys in a school bathroom will spend a lot of time checking their hair and their pants. That's why a boy or man will never notice or comment on another's shirt, because they can't see it, but they will comment on another boy's brand of pants or how they look. A boy will more often ask a boy where they got their jeans or pants but never their shirt because all the sex stuff is in the pants. Woman, always comment on a women's blouse or shirt."

I won't tell mom that it is my intention to confess ALL my sins in GREAT DETAIL to the very HOT Father LaFroy. As I mentioned, I want into his pants and today might be the day.

Union Station is sort of a huge hub. The subway meets with the main train station, and also the GO train station, then above ground there is the Rogers Center where the Blue Jays play baseball and there is also the CN Tower. Then below all that is the underground "PATH", the worlds largest underground Mall that runs north from Union Station up Young Street to Bloor where the two subway lines cross. Four million square feet of shopping, seventeen miles of shops for cruising in wet pants for me). When you get to Dundas, about half way up the "PATH" you can go above ground to a large mall called the Eaton Center, with several levels and hundreds of stores.

In other words, the whole system is an easy way for a horny and hungry perverted, pant pissing fag like me to get action. I have been hit on every time I'm in the subway system. Any gay can hook up every time. Somebody will piss on me today, or someone will get pissed on by me after which they will be subject to wearing my huge load of cum.

When I left the house I rode my bike to the Kennedy Subway station and locked it there. If I stop at a light I put both my feet on the ground and use the cross bar between my legs to push my nuts around and I also push my ass hole against the point of the bike seat. I lit up and took three tokes of the joint I stole. I took the subway west till I got to Young Street then to the next level and headed south to Union and then north again up University then back again. this took a long time. Now I'm stoned and edging my cock the whole time. There are washrooms and concession stands at every stop where I can hop off the subway and go to a urinal where there is always some gays hanging out and watching for action, and I'll piss a bit through my undies if my piss is building up too much in my bladder, or buy some pop if I have room. The goal is to stay as full of piss as I can during my whole trip until my desperation level lets go.

The subway was quite busy even though it was early Saturday. I saw a lot of nice guys young and grown ups. A lot of people are in groups but even though I wouldn't break into a group, it's so hot to watch them and edge my cock. I like to sit in a side seat right next to a door. That way I can see all the butts of those coming on and all the crotches of those getting off. What a dream.

I keep my hands folded on my crotch with my cock facing south so, if I see nice stuff and get myself hard my cock bows up and I just press down on my crotch pushing my shaft down and it pushes the head of my cock against my jeans under my nuts. This way I'm edging a lot, which produces a lot of pre-cum, sometimes too much, which in time gets my pants down below my crotch wet for all to see, which I love and in turn makes me much harder, and VERY HORNY. Any wetness on my mid blue pants, shows up dark blue. Everybody looks and sees something shiny, the fly buttons, that catches their eye. I just continue edging letting pre-cum flow into the bottom of my underwear and pants. I do that a lot even in school. The fun part is, anyone sitting directly across from me can look between my legs and see what I'm doing and that I'm wet. What a turn on.

On the trip back south from the west end, about an hour into my trip the train started to get crowded. What's going on, I love this. Soon, there was only room to stand. Seems like a lot of boys and men. Boy, was my pre-cum on the run or what? Hard then soft, again and again leaking a lot of pre-cum pushing through the bottom of my crotch. I'm getting so horny I don't care that people notice me touching myself, especially the two older ladies sitting right across from me, they could see right up between my legs to my wet pants. It helps that I'm high. I have no intention of closing my legs, I want them to see the action. Then things got better.

Two older teens got on and went left and stood holding two over head bars. First I saw their butts then when they turned to hang onto the bars I have a great view of their crotches. They weren't huge or obvious but they were firm and neat. So hot. Wow, I would love to get at them, or just have a few seconds in their jeans. One of them had the most awesome dimples on each butt cheek. Then a man, about forty followed by a kid, maybe eight. The kid had a decent butt for an eight year old, that was so neat and tidy with a great form showing an epic crack and sweet cheeks also displaying awesome dimples on each side. This kid's butt was actually too hot for such a young boy. What AM I thinking, a little kid, but my cock was reacting. I wanted his butt. Am I into colouring books now, my cock never acted like this, ever. Maybe be caused I smoked up. Whenever I think of such young kids my cock doesn't usually react but this kid had a butt that my cock would love but would never ever fit in. The man took an over head bar, the kid hung unto a post. They both turned sideways facing each other when I noticed it.

The man was hard. I couldn't see how long his cock was because he was standing sideways but he was really hard, and the boy, well holy fuck. His boy cock was rock hard sticking straight out, tenting his jeans to the max. The strain of his cock made the jeans so sexy. How can a little kid be sexy, impossible, well tell that to my cock. The kid's cock had to be three or four inches, pushing his tented jeans to such limits. It was obvious to me that they must have gotten hard before they boarded the train. What were they doing. Then I noticed as the train moved along that they were inching closer and closer when I noticed the man's hand touching the boy's little boner. This kid isn't eight, I think he's at least ten. The two older ladies had a front row seat to all this, It wasn't long before the boy put his fingers inside the top of one of the man's jean pockets to help him keep his balance. The kid's fingers were right where the head of the man's hard cock was. The kid's fingers were moving behind the man's cock and the man, by the look on his face was working his way to shooting his load. We've all done that in school, just rubbing our cock right below the head and after what seems like an hour our rock hard cock throbs and as we straighten our stiff legs we calmly hold tight and the cum just shoots and shoots while we try not to let other boys know we can't breath. At first I thought they were father and son, dad and I would do that. Maybe these two, like dad and I do sex things. Maybe we might have something in common, like me and dad. But then the man asked the boy his name. "Luke" the boy told him. Wow, sounds cool, Luke had dark hair and was as cute as all fuck. And they just met. WOW. The people talking and getting off and on distracted others from what was going on, except me and one of the ladies seem to be aware of what they were doing. I was fully aware of what the boy was doing and I could tell by the way the man was moving that there was about to be an exp lotion in his jeans. I was getting so horny, I didn't care if anyone noticed that I was touching my hot and hard cock.

I noticed that the man was also looking at the two teens, and they were glancing back at him. What is this all about. I was getting more hard and wet I could feel my pre-cum running down under to my ass hole. This is so sweet. This would be a good time to piss myself but I'm not totally desperate and with my cock pointing down, all my piss would just run out the bottom of my crotch onto the floor. Total waste. I'm not sure what happened but the man's legs seem to get super stiff and all his body motion stopped and then I noticed a wet spot coming through his jeans right where his cock head was. I'm sure he just shot his load. He moved and then moved the kid's hand away while dropping his hand towards the kid's boner, rubbing the back of his hand back and forth, moving the kid's boner to one side then the other as the wet spot at the top of his pocket grew. When the man's cock went soft it dropped down creating another wet spot. The kid seemed to be pushing his little steel rod against the mans hand.

It's amazing watching how many people touch each other. Just last weekend I saw two guys in their twenties moving back and forth with their hands touching each other's junk. If you watch close enough I could see the two guy's getting hard and the movements becoming more sensual. And the week before that I saw a guy on Young Street, just walking along who had clearly just, I mean just,,pissed his pants. He was wet from his top left side over the front of his pants then down his right leg to just below his knee. I wanted so bad to just turn around and follow him. Don't these people know how horny I get. That guy looked drunk.

Finally the train stopped at Union Station and a lot of people were positioning to leave. I heard some talking about baseball and realized that they were all going to the Saturday Blue Jay game. As the two teens left, their sweet bulges moving as they walked out, one turned to where the man and the boy were,

"Come On Dad, this is our stop." and the man, with decent size wet spots on his pants followed them out. The little boy remained holding the pole, his little boy cock, still like a steel pole tenting his jeans as he watched the man and his two sons leave. What the fuck was that? Did the two teens know that their dad was molesting the kid and just got jerked off by him?

Everyone left, including the man that was sitting right beside me who spent the whole time playing on his phone. At one point I looked down at my phone to take a glance. What a hot crotch. I pictured what it would look like wet, maybe with my piss. He kept touching his pants with the back of his hand while working the phone. Was he working on himself or was it just normal. When he got up with the others he stood right in front of me so I would drooled and a vision what I could do with his now apparent semi hard on. The boy was staring between my legs as the train doors closed. Then he came across and took the man's seat beside me. The two older ladies were still there. A couple on the other side and a tall man between the opposite doors using his phone. My heart started pounding with this kid and his steel pole in his pants. I lowered my elbows to rest on my legs and looked on my phone so I could sneak a glance at the boys pants. I wanted to see down under his nut sac, His little steel boner was still trying to rip it's way through his jeans. I can't believe how nervous I got and how hard my cock was getting. I could feel more pre-cum making it's way down the shaft of my cock and into my pants. God it feels good.

After the train left the station, it headed north up Young Street. The subway car was almost empty. The kid moved in close to me and whispered.

"You wet your pants." There was long silence then I turned to his beautiful face with dark brown eyes and full red lips and the tips of his perfect teeth peeking out.

"No,,,,,I didn't." I answered. Another long pause,,,then the boy leaned far in front of me, bending over with his head between my knees and looked right up between my legs at my crotch. When he sat back up, his hand swiped under my crotch, even touching my balls. He held it up and it glistened a shine indicating wetness.

"Yeah,,,,then what's this?" the kid asked. What a bold little fuck. I can't believe this kid. First he jerks this guy off and not only does he go out of his way to see under my crotch, but he touches my junk and now wants me to explain why I'm wet. I LOVE THIS KID. Why is my heart pounding. Why do I feel the hardness at the base of my thick cock shaft feel like it wants to rip out, and why is there so much pre-cum?

"What's that,,,Pre-cum, not piss." I answered. He put his hand near his face and sniffed then licked all my pre-cum off his hand and fingers. My cock was going nuts.

"Your right, it was slimy and sweet, and a tiny bit sour, is that what pre-cum is like?" the kid asked.

"Yes, and who the fuck are you and who was the man?"

"I'm Luke and I don't know, he followed me and stood very very close behind me while I waited on the platform for the train. I could feel his hard peter against my bum and it made me hard, and I liked it so I didn't move. There were so many people they didn't notice that he was moving his peter around making me harder and harder and excited. I knew he wanted to touch me. I think I even made him jazz in his pants."

"You did and your still hard, why?"

"That's your fault now. I saw your your pants were wet when I looked from the other side." Is this little twerp hitting on me? He's doing a good job. I'm not into little kids, yet, but I fucked a twelve year old last week, Fransico, and I still dream of seeing him again. And now I have a kid I think is hitting on me who can't be any older then ten and knows about jerking off.

"Do you always wet you pants with,,,Pre-Cum?!!!

"Have you ever wet your pants?" I asked him.

"A boy at school peed on my pants last year so I do it sometimes and it feels good, why?" The boy went to a low whisper to tell me the two ladies were watching us. Then he asked me my name.

"Joe, Joe Chance, nice to meet you Luke, your very hot for such a little boy." FUCK!!!,,,,why did I say that?

"Your very hot too, how old are you?"

"Fourteen, and you?"

"Ten and three quarters."

"What grade are you in?" I asked.

"Six. What grade are you in?"

"Nine." I looked down again at my phone and Luke was still as hard as ever.

"What are you doing on the train?" I asked.

"Going to my grandmother's place. What are you doing?"

"Just riding around, people watching."

"Were you watching us, me and the man?"

"Yes, I saw the whole show."

"I knew it, made you wet eh, did it make you hard, I don't see nothing in your pants that's hard." Fu ck this kid is bold. Who is he?

"So you were checking out my pants?" I asked him.

"I'm always looking at boy's pants, so where is it?"

"Where is what?"

"Your hard peter."

"Jesus, again, are you always so bold?"

"I just want to touch it if it's hard, well even if it's soft too. I'm into peters."

"It's there, right down the middle under the row of buttons."

"Is it hard?" he asked.

"Just as hard as yours." We both looked down at his. He looked up with a big grin and a red face.

"I want to touch yours, OK?" Luke asked.

"Then I get to touch yours, right?"

"You bet,,,tell me when. I make a lot of people hard then they make me hard. My four uncles all make me hard and I make them hard."

"All at the same time?" I asked him.

"No, the 're married."

"You mean to tell me you make out with four uncles and they all don't tell each other?"

"They make me keep it a secret."

"Do you just touch them or do they just touch you."

"No, we do a lot of things."

"Like what?'

"Well, I stroke them and they suck on mine. If they baby sit me we get naked, and hard, and I make them jizz. Now can I touch your hard peter?"

"Are you kidding me Luke?"

"No, now that we're friends I thought you would let me touch it."

"What makes you think we are friends?"

"Your shirt." Oh yeah, I forgot my shirt. Yeah, "FRIENSHIP."

"Because we're talking now about each other's peter, so, my friend "Joe",,,, can I touch your hard peter?"

"It's not a peter, will you quit saying peter? it's a cock and no, not yet,,,,the ladies are looking."

"So, your chicken to let me just touch your "cock?" Luke asked. loud enough for the ladies, the young couple and an old man, also a guy at the opposite door who is still constantly on his phone.

"SHUSSSSS, people can hear you." with that I grabbed his wrists to use his hands to hit his face. He fell back in his seat and I leaned over him and moved his hands in a slapping motion. While he giggled my forearmed and elbow worked over the front of his jeans. I could feel his steel cock and moved my arm around and pressed down hard on it. He, lifted his groin pressing his steel rod hard against my arm. At the same time I was opening and closing my legs trying to move my cock from where it was trapped. I was able to get my hard cock to move out of my unties to the right of my fly buttons, all the while shooting squirts of piss. I wanted to kiss Luke on his soft lips and feel his junk with my hand. Right there I wanted to molest him in front of anyone that wanted to watch and piss my pants more at the same time. I was getting out of control and it felt so good.

"I give up,,,,I give up." he pleaded so we stopped. As we both sat up I used that opportunity to reach my hand deep down the front of my pants and pull my boner up. I want to fu ck this kid tiny ass hole and piss all over him, and I won't stop now till he pisses all over me. I checked out my pants and felt so good seeing the amount I pissed myself.

"Your still chicken." I looked down at my pants again. Now there was a good piss spot on the front of my pants as well as under my crotch. It looked and felt awesome. My balls were wet and I was getting horny, horny, horny.

That did it I thought. I'm not chicken. I may have been chicken yesterday but not today. I have to grow some balls right now. Fuck, I don't know where to start.

"I hope the ladies don't have a heart attack." I reached deep down into my pants again and organized my nuts while letting more piss out to wet the front of my pants. When I behave like this I just know I'm going to end up very very wet and jerk off. The ladies were looking as Luke took hold of my soaking hard cock shaft. Fu ck that felt good.

"Holy cow." Luke quickly withdrew his hand and wiped it on his pants.

"Did you like that?" I asked. Luke was breathing heavy, his eyes were wide.

"That's huge dude, yeah I did like it but what was that, some kind of monster or something?"

"That my boy is what you call a cock, so you better be prepared because a lot of guys have much bigger cocks than this." I noticed as I checked out Luke's pants that they were a bit wet. Not a lot but enough to get him started. He must have pissed a bit while we were wrestling.

"Here's Boor we have to take the eastbound train."

"I can't, I'm wet, people will see." he said as he looked at his pants.

"That's the whole idea."

"What?"

"You want people to see, you know to tease them into sex."

"What?,,,that would never work for me."

"It did,,,after you jerked off the man over there you came to me because you saw my wet pants, remember?" his face turned red with a slight grin.

"I like wet." the kid replied.

"Well when your with your uncles, wet your pants a bit and see what they do. My baby sitter wet my pants when I was five.'

"What if they hit me?"

"They won't in case you tell your secret." We got off the train, everyone could see that the front of our pants were wet. There were more people on the Boor train but we found a seat.

"OK,,,,Your turn." I told Luke.

"My turn for what?" he asked.

"Your turn to wet your pants, like I pissed mine."

"You didn't wet them very much."

"That's enough." I replied.

"See, you're chicken. Chicken chicken, chicken." He was right, they aren't that wet.

"Jesus,,,,,,shutup. Wait.... Just watch the front of my pants, I'll show you wet and remember after this you have to wet yours." By the time the doors closed there were more people, some standing.

"Sweet,,,,,I'm watching." said the kid. With that I totally relaxed. There were people, two standing so they will have the best view, but fuck, I want to wet my pants so bad and I'm going with it now or it will never happen. I put my left foot up on my right knee. My heart was pounding and I think I was shaking. Luke and I fell very quiet and still when my piss started coming through the front, creating a large dark and shiny piss spot. I relaxed and a lot more came out spreading further across the front of my pants. We were both frozen and fixed watching the piss quickly spread to my pockets and down to my nuts. Fuck it felt good....................my underwear was drenched as was my butt. I could feel the tingle as the piss reached my ass hole. I was breathing heavy and soaking. this is what I live for every day. Finally I was in public, in front of unsuspecting witnesses in piss soaked jeans. I did it, WOW!!! I was pumped, I wet my pants. I relaxed and enjoyed the attention, glad that they could all see the length, thickness and hardness of my cock and best of all, soaking wet pants. I didn't dare look around, don't want to poke the bear. We sat dead quiet until a few people left.

"OK kid, let it flow."

"I'm afraid."

"You can't be afraid now, look at me, I pissed mine." I didn't let him know that I would have pissed mine even if I never met him. We both paused again, this time our eyes were fixed on his pants, making my cock get even harder. I used my knuckles to push my boner down over my leg. Obvious display wasn't the word. Everyone knew and could see what I was doing and also knew I was molesting this little boy. After a few seconds Luke's wet spot started to grow but then he lost control and a huge amount of piss shot into his pants soaking the whole front and under to his butt. He grabbed his pants and squeezed to stop the flow.

"Holy shit." he gasped. His face was red again.

"Don't panic, how did it feel."

"Awesome, like totally, totally, awesome, but my undies and my bum are soaked. I can feel it on my butt hole."

"I love when that happens. Just relax, has your pee fully stopped?"

"Yeah." he put his head back and the sigh was that of pleasure. We both sat there, not moving or talking until a few more people left the train. Finally we had a chance to check out the damage. His pants looked so hot. He stood up and I checked out his butt. It was wet and accentuated the beauty of his crack and dimples. Fuck he's gorgeous, I want to push my face and suck out some of the piss. My cock was as tight and hard as it's ever been. It felt like it was trying to break out of it's skin. My aching nuts added to the pleasure.

"Your so fucking hot." I told him. He sat down and checked out the front again.

"You can see my junk." he said.

"I know and wasn't it awesome how it felt when your piss was flowing around in your pants?"

"Yeah!!! it felt so good. I still have a lot of pee left."

"So do I, but let's not wet anymore, this is more than enough to let people know that we wet our pants on purpose and we love it because we're not trying to hide it. Let's save what we have left to find a place or a subway bathroom to finish playing and use up the rest of our piss."

"At Warden by my grandmother's there's this woods and when I leave grandma's place to go home, I go into the woods where a lot of men are walking around looking for boys or men to play with and sometimes I pee my pants a little bit like the grade eight kid did to me last year, because the men or boys are quicker to touch me and play sex stuff, then I won't be late."

"Do they ever make you cum?"

"What's cum?'

"White stuff that shoots out of your cock when you stroke it."

"Is that the same a jizz, all my uncles get white stuff. One uncle Jim gets a ton. It just keeps on shooting all over the place. Sometimes he eats some. So my jizz will turn white like theirs?"

"Then that's cum, what do you do to them?"

"Well, whatever they want, sometimes I stroke them till they shoot their jizz, sometimes on the ground, sometimes on my face or on my pants. Sometimes they stroke their own peter or want me to suck theirs. Sometime they want to get into my bum hole but my hole is too small, but then I let them in."

"How?"

"With their fingers."

"Does it hurt?"

"A Lot, but I kind of love it. One uncle keeps his finger in my bum a long time and pushes it in and out while he jerks his peter then pulls his finger out and shoots his jizz on my bum hole."

"It hurts because your too young and way too tight." When we got to Warden we waited to get off behind the other passengers. People were boarding as we left and they all noticed that we wet our pants. What a turn on. Luke pointed left to the secondary exit.

"There, just up those stairs and there is a woods I was telling you about." When we got half way up the stairs there was a landing. I couldn't wait.

"Hold it Luke." he stopped and we looked around. The train had left.

"I have to kiss you, sorry I can't wait, I just have to kiss you." with that we embraced to kiss. I found and licked his lips and faster that I expected I opened my mouth and took his lips, then felt his tongue. Fucking awesome. After thirty seconds or so I told luke.

"I want to suck on your jeans, while you let some piss out." he looked down and pushed his groin forward, his steel cock still testing the integrity of his wet jeans. I went down and took in almost the whole front of his pants and his piss greeted me with a rush. Fucking epic. My mouth filled with his sweet piss fast then ran out over my chin, soaking my sweat shirt and landing on my pants. I got up and pushed my hand down the front of his pants and found his steel rod and tiny balls. His cock was like a real steel rod. FUCK. Likewise he put his hand down the front of my pants, soaked with his piss and got his hand around most of my cock. We kissed again and found a lot of sylvia for each other and swallowed.

"Wait, I didn't check out your ass." he turned around and I stuck my face against his gorgeous wet ass. I sucked on his pants for piss and moving my hand between his legs I took hold of his junk and played. I was now sucking right where his ass hole is. We heard a train arriving which would mean people would see us. We went to the top of the stairs, out the exit into the bright hot sun. Right there to the left was the wooded area before going up the hill, St Clair, to his grandmother's house. I looked around and sure enough there it was a large wooded area across the street to our left before going up the hill. Some people who left the same exit were coming behind us and must have been able to see that we had wet ourselves I hope.

We went into the wooded area. There were paths indicating serious foot or bike traffic. We went in far enough out of sight of the road and stopped at a tree and got into making out. I reached down his pants again, a rush came over me, he feels so hot. His underwear was soaking wet, so hot. Luke took hold of my crotch. He moans a lot, then undid the buttons of my pants and opened my belt. The noise of my steel buckle as usual aroused me. When he took hold of my soaking wet undies I let a good size squirt of piss out. That got a good moan out of him. He went down and took my wet undies into his mouth and used two hands to play with my cock. After a few minutes he moved up to the head of my cock so I let a shot of piss through my underwear into his mouth. He moaned and sucked hard. His face was soaking. I had a lot more piss but I held back to save for a little later.

"My turn." I announced as I went down and undid his jeans and took his boy cock and balls along with his undies into my mouth. I didn't have to say a thing, he just started to let his piss flow again, soaking his undies and flowing into my mouth. He didn't stop, allowing the piss to get everywhere. What didn't stay in my mouth again ran out over my chin and landed on my crotch soaking me right through, I loved it, as it was also soaking his own jeans. He stopped pissing letting me and my mouth molest him while my hands went under to entertain his taint, butt crack and asshole. He moaned and pulled and played with my hair. We suddenly could hear voices of people talking so we jumped up pulling our pants doing up the top of our pants. It was two guys coming up the path holding hands talking and getting a kiss in as they got near. We just stood there as they passed, my belt and the second, third fourth and fifth button still undone, showing the shaft of my cock through my soaked pure white undies. Luke's zipper was down and his steel rod covered with his soaking wet pure white undies poking out. They looked and took in the scene of us standing there as they passed quite close to us.

"Hi." they both said at the same time with a little wave. We said hi with a little wave. When they passed I noticed that the older boy, over twenty, had his hand playing with the younger boys butt. The younger boy looked my age, maybe less. I looked down at out pants and realized what a pic. I took my phone out of my back pack and took some pics and selfies of Luke and I. Front and back and even from down under. I couldn't believe how hot we looked. Luke and I walked down the path and found a few good places so we took one path a bit off the main path and lay on the grass. There were a lot of trees so we felt at ease to continue our adventure. I can't remember the last time I was this horny, at least never for a ten year old. Was I actually capable of falling in love with this kid? What the fuck was going on with me? I want to stop the whole world for just him and me, right now.

"This woods looks so gay, I only live two subway stops away and never heard of this place."

"Gay????." Luke asked.

"It is, how did you know!!!!?"

"I told you, I come here when ever I visit my grandmother's twice now. I just looked in and there they were. I didn't know why they liked me until one guy put his hand down my pants. I loved it, that was last summer, now here they are again. "

"Did you run into this many people?"

"Twice last year. Every time I come here, somebody wants to suck my peter. They seem to like little boys a lot. After they swallow my jizz, I think it's jizz, I go further and some times I find more guys that do the same thing. Sometimes other boys and men will stand around and just watch, sometimes they play with their peter and sometimes they jerk their jizz out."

"Jesus, now I know why your so forward. I didn't know a ten year old could get cum."

"I get some but I don't know if it's cum. The last time I was here, three guys made me jizz. The only thing is, my jizz is clear but when I jerk them off they have white jizz." I felt better knowing Luke was experienced. Does that make me less of a pervert? NO. I guess Ron, at twenty was a pervert when he molested me when I was five. Luke and I started making out again. I don't know why but I can't get enough of this kid. A little ten year old, holy fuck. He probably has crayons in his backpack.

Before long we finally lay on the long soft grass when Luke took the lead and pulled my cock out, all wet and slimy from all the pre-cum. He made a lot of noise like "WoW, Holy Cow, I nv er saw one this big or fat before." and a lot of moaning. I told him he didn't have to announce it to the whole world. He sucked my cock all over while I sucked on his.

"I have more pee left." he said.

"Sweet I want it all."

"Can I stand up?" Luke asked.

"Yeah." I sat up and bent my head forward and messed up my hair. I instructed him to soak my hair first. He did and as he did the piss ran off my head over my face and onto my pants. I was in heaven, his piss was hot, clear and tasted sweet and he had a lot of it. By the time he was finished I was soaked from top to bottom and loved it.

"OK, you have to pee on me now, and do my hair too OK?" He sat on the ground like I did. I hope he actually likes piss because I have a ton of it. I stood back and after holding so much I was ready to shoot my fire hose full blast. As soon as my piss first hit his head he moaned and moaned as he washed his hair and face like he was in a shower. He bent his head back and opened his mouth so I soaked his face and filled his mouth. He didn't swallow and all my piss ran down his chest onto his jeans. Then he lay down and I power washed the front of his jeans then his legs. I had so much left I went back to his face and hair. I could tell he was sure enjoying it. Finally I aimed back on his jeans.

After our beautiful piss shower we lay together, our faces facing each others crotch. I took hold of his cock and balls and he took hold of mine, my belt buckle was like an alarm going off. We sucked on each other's pants and played for ages, finally he said he was going to shoot some jizz and boy was I surprised. For a ten year old he near filled my mouth. His whole body went stiff and his moan was audible for miles, well not really miles but animals in the woods probably could hear him. I held on to him while pulling on his nuts and pushing my middle finger up his very tight boy cunt, giving his asshole a good working over. I swished his cum around in my mouth enjoying the flavour, then swallowed.

Luke was still chewing on various parts of my junk. The head of my cock doesn't fit in his mouth but he was doing a great job at getting me close. I knelt up and straddled him facing him and started jerking off. He played with my balls with one hand and played with my taint and ass hole with the other. My cock was in a rage because it couldn't fit into Luke's ass hole. He had me on fire, my monster cock trying to take control but I held on at a steady pace, my huge nuts bouncing around like crazy until I couldn't hang on to my load any more.

"OK kid if you want any of this open your mouth." My breathing was deep as my balls got ready to send the load. I grabbed Luke by the hair and aimed my cock right at his face. He grabbed my nuts hard as the first shot of my hot cum hit his hair, the next few plastered his face, two going right into his mouth then two hitting his chin and neck. The rest of my cum usually just flows over my fist so I got my balls right up to his open mouth and filled it, the little tyke swallowing some like a pro. The rest flowed onto his chin and chest. I pushed myself back and lay on top of him and started the process of licking all my cum off his face and kissing him while my angry cock humped his pants against his still steel rod. After several minutes he was pretty clean and we were spent.

"That was awesome!!!" he said out loud. We kissed more. We made out for about twenty minutes or so. Ever since we got there I could hear movement in the tree area surrounding us. I even could hear noises that led me to believe some were jerking off and the sound of piss making puddles on the ground. But now they were moving away as they knew we were done. We lay still for ten or fifteen minutes until our cocks shrunk back to eagerly await a new adventure. I took a few more pics and selfies. Too hot to handle. I love this kid. That's right, I love him.

"OK little guy, we have to find a sunny spot to lay in the sun and dry off." When we stood up to put our junk back into our pants we could hear more sounds of several people leaving from around us. I looked around and saw a few heads moving away.

"There were actually some people watching us,"

"They always are." Luke answered.

"WoW!"'

"They always watch. I told you I've come here two times now. Each time I get sucked off, there are people around, watching and doing things with their peter."

"Jesus, I still can't believe I never heard about this place and live just two subway stops further east," We embraced and made out more, sucking on the front of each other's jeans. This kid is too mature for ten. We walked to the top of the hill and found a sunny clearing with lush grass. We lay in the hot sun to dry.

"Do you feel safe coming here?" I asked him.

"I hope we meet again, I'll be back before the end of the summer, if your around check the woods, I kind of like stopping there."

We didn't care who saw us hugging and kissing on the street corner before Luke started off down his grandmother's street. I watched for a long time. He was far down the street when he turned to a house. A short round woman with an apron on hugged him and pat his beautiful bum as he disappeared into the house. I realized how I felt about him and how perfect we were for each other. Wish he had a phone, but he has a lot of growing up to do. Lucky guy who gets him.

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I started back down the hill to the subway station. I had a full tank of piss again. I ducked back into the woods and went into my backpack to find the rest of the joint to smoke plus another pop. Naturally I held Luke's tiny under pants to my face, thought I was going to cry. A few guys passing checked me out while I drank a can of Root Beer and smoked my weed. I couldn't help thinking that I might of actually fell in love with Luke. It might be puppy love, I've had that before.

I'm going to confession now. I've never been to a different church before for confession. It’s Saturday and confessions are from one to three pm. I usually go to church near home at St. Rose of Lima. There are a couple of reasons why I'm going to St. John's rather than my own church. Father LaFroy is the main reason, well actually, he's the only and main reason. There seems to be some kind of bond between us. He seems always interested in what I have to say and I'm sure I seem sexually attractive to him. He teaches at my high school and St. John's church is a block away. Naturally his looks keeps things in my pants hopping. He is as I said before, rather young for a priest and packs a nice bulge, something you never notice on a priest. When I started high school I decided not to let any wet spots of pre-cum, piss or cum show up on my new grey school pants, not for a full nine weeks anyway, then I caved and decided last week that I would return to my all time joy of pissing myself when I jerk off meaning that I would spend my time in classes edging causing wet spots to show up on the front of my pants then jerking off in the washroom. Could people notice? They sure could and that's the way I like it.

Last week Father LaFroy noticed my wet spots and my boner and showed a lot of interest, passing my desk and checking to see if I was touching myself and playing with it and checking out my pants, and staring from his desk under all the boy's desk but more time under mine, checking for boners and wet more spots, so today I'm going to his church to confess to him ALL my sins in GREAT detail. I want him to know everything there is to know about my impure thoughts and actions. I'm wearing my "FRIENDSHIP" sweat shirt and blue Humor jeans, with seven shiny button so he'll be attracted to where the fun begins. My jeans already are damp all over the front from edging and all the pissing I did with Luke. My underwear is still wet. I've been drinking pop all morning and I'm high on weed ready to spread my legs with a full tank of piss. Just thinking of all the possibilities is keeping my cock hard and dripping pre-cum. As I ride my bike I can feel every aspect of my jeans playing against my horny, ready for action junk and ass hole. When I stop at a light, as usual I put my feet on the ground moving my nuts left and right over the cross bar, and when I stand up to ride I can feel the seam of my pants playing with my crack and ass hole. I wonder if I'll get into Father's pants before I blow my cum load.

The church is dark. Much darker than I imagined. Dark places like theaters, and night time make me want to piss myself. This place is so beautiful and holy looking and very quiet. There are four people in pews near the confessional. I sat in a pew behind them near the confessional, stoned, with a raging boner sticking out the top of my jeans under my belt and sweat shirt dripping lots of pre-cum, some of which runs down my shaft, to my balls and soaking through to the front of my jeans. I could if I wanted to, just jerk off and go home but the horny whore in me says Let's not waste a beautiful man in a cassock. People left as they came out of the confessional. I hope they didn't read my shirt. Finally it was my turn. I knelt in complete darkness waiting for Father Afro to slide open the little door. My heart was pounding my cock sticking out more in anticipation of the main event. I played with it and why is it when I'm in a dark room, like I said, in a theater or if it’s dark out side at night or when they darken the classroom for visuals, like one time when the class was dark I just had to piss my pants even though I knew the lights would come and the blinds opened. That was worth it, it was dark but I could see enough of the kid one seat up and to my right, he actually took his cock out and played with it. I could see his dark outline against the light wall beside him and watched as he shot his load hitting the under side of his desk and dripping down onto his pants. Well I just ended up soaking wet, piss even running down my leg. I had to figure a way out and jerk off, and at the same time I wanted to see the front of the kid's pants. I couldn't have it both ways, as the teacher went to the back to turn on the lights I followed her telling her I had to rush to the bathroom. Was close. I sat in a stall and text mom to bring me some pants. The kid funny enough was in the stall right next to me. I couldn't get out before he left. I knew the kid, but I never got to see the cum stains on his pants. it killed me not to get even a glimpse.

This confession booth is very dark so it's OK to just wet my pants. So in small squirts I started the process of wetting my pants. a lot, Fuck the warm piss felt awesome as it ran down my legs then I stopped before it got to my knees. My breathing got heavy. It's taking a long time, for the sinner on the other side, must have as much fun as me. Lots of sins. Where would the church be without sinners. Gotta keep the seats full. We do our best. Where do I start when he opens the little door? Tell him I love his body or that I noticed he was checking out my pants with my semi boner outline crying for his touch in class. The door suddenly slid open, Father said an opening prayer then.

“How long has it been since your last confession?”
“Two weeks.”

"Why two weeks?"

"I was with friends father and lost track of time."
“And what are your sins?” I started with the small stuff like lies and stealing weed.
“So you smoke weed?”
“Yes Father a few times.”
“You sound young how old are you?”
“Fourteen.”
“Are you high now?”
“I think so.”….I knew I was, can't lie.
"And you’re only fourteen?”
“Yes.”
“WOW, your young, a baby. Weed is serious, what other sins does weed help you with?”….I paused for a spell I didn’t want him to yell at me, how do I say what I do? There is so much. I was shaking when I started.
“I touch myself a lot.”….All was quiet again for quite a spell.
“You touch what?”
“I don't know what to call it.”
“Just call it what you always call it.”
“My peter?”
“OK, why?”
“Why what Father?”
“Why do you always touch your peter?”
“It feels too good.”
“You know that it’s sinful to abuse yourself sexually.”
“Do you mean to jerk off Father?”
“Yes, it’s a sin.”
“Yes but my thing, or peter keeps saying touch me, touch me and gets to the point that I can’t not touch it, then I end up stroking it and before I know it, I’m all wet and then the jizz gets all over my pants.”….There was a long pause….l heard a hiss of air escaping from his mouth. What does that mean? he sounds stern.
“How often do you do this?”
“On school days, four times maybe six.”
“What do you mean all wet.”
“When I stroke myself, I wet my pants then the jizz comes.” I was hoping to take him back to what goes on in class.
“So you don't abuse yourself on non school days?”
“More, like maybe eight times.”
“Per day?!!!”
“Yes Father, per day.”
“WOW, You masturbate as many as eight times in one day?”
“Yes Father?”….The pauses got longer. I could hear breathing.
“OK, you have to spend your play time studying to get higher marks, keep yourself busy?

"Yes Father."

What are your marks like?”
“High 90s”
“High 90s???, how much do you study?”
“I study a lot, I’m in grade nine plus I’m doing grade ten and eleven on line so next year it will be easy for me to do my work and get high marks again.”
“Well that’s very good, height 90s....but let’s start from the beginning, when do you find time for all the sexual things if you're studding so much?”
“I make time.”
“How old were you when you had your very first encounter with sex?”
 
“When I was five?”
“Five years old?!!!”
“Yes Father.”
"So you were molested throughout your whole life till now?"
"Yes Father, but I like to be molested."
"By family?"
"No Father, (I lied, mom will kill me), by my baby sitter."
"You still have a babysitter at fourteen?"
"He's a friend of the family now."
"And your parents don't know that this person has all these years been molesting you?"
"Not yet." (I lied again.)
"How old is he?"
"He was twenty the first night and molested me that night,, when he first started, so he is twenty nine now."
OK, I'm finding this all interesting. Are you straight or gay or both?”
“Gay.”
“Is this a case where you think your gay or you know and prefer to be gay?”
“I am one hundred percent gay, I like and have to have boys.”
“Have you spoken to your guidance teacher yet?”
“No, she's mean, the kids call her shit ler. Sorry I swore.”
“So you go to school down the street.?”
“Yes.”
“Grade nine?”
“Yes Father.”
“Are you in my grade nine class?”
“I think so, actually yes Father.”
“Have you ever been taught by me?”
"The only priest that teaches me is Father LaFroy." I know he's Father LaFroy.

"We’ll end the confession now, it’s two o’clock anyway. I think we should talk out of the confessional.”….We left to a seat in the church. He took his stole and hassock robe off. When he took his robe off I noticed right away that his boner was  straight up with a wet spot right where his cock head was. Father LaFroy is ready. I can't believe that finally I'm going to get into his pants. I know he noticed my wet pants as soon as he approached me.

“Hi Joe, I thought it was you let’s lock the doors first.”….I followed him to the back as he locked the doors. When we went back into the church we stood by a pillar.

“OK Joe, I see your high on something and quite wet, you must be aroused right now, as a matter of fact you have actually aroused me, and I’ll tell you why. When I went into the seminary to become a priest I was attracted to this particular boy and for the first week we kept looking at each other, then one night we both ended up in my room and we had sex, very wet sex. If your wondering, yes I'm gay. The sex that night was fantastic. The next morning he left the seminary. I prayed and decided to stay and control my sexual urges. I have never slipped once in all this time, until now. I got hard right away when I first saw you in my class but I controlled myself.
“You haven't done it in how many years?” I asked Father.
“Eight years.”
“Not even just touching It?” I asked.
“Never even touched it till two weeks ago when I saw your wet pants in my class.”
“You never noticed me before that?”
“You look too straight, plus with the school being all boys I try not to notice any one boy to keep my temptations in check.”….
"Two weeks ago in class I saw you were a bit wet and very hard. I fell apart and found myself in love."
"You always looked hot to me Father."

"Love your shirt." we laughed.
“I can't see your cock.” He said glancing at my jeans.
“I got one.”….I lifted my shirt up and there it was the better part of my fat eight and a half inches sticking out the top of my jeans hard as all fuck dripping pre-cum all over my belt and running down my shaft into my jeans which were really wet. Father LaFroy gasp…..
“Holy Jesus it's beautiful and how did it get so big?”
“God made it for me.”
“Can I touch It?” he was shaking.

“Yes.” and I giggled.
“Your afraid of me?”
“No Father, I'm not afraid of you, your pants are getting wet which I seem to be causing.”
“No son, my sinful urges caused that.”
“No Father, my sinful urges of having you like this.”
“Let me touch you and show you I am a sinner.” Father said.
“You can do all the touching you want, if I can touch you.”
“I'm a man, a man with urges. You woke them up.”….he started to move closer, I backed up.
“Joe, I want you, really, one, way or another.” we both noticed my pants getting more wet.

“I won’t force you Joe. You know it's not a sin to wet your pants. We could start there.”….Holy fuck, he hit my weakest point, piss. I can't leave without his piss. My pre-cum is running all over. The thought of us pissing made me feel better about doing this. He's right, it's not a sin to piss ourselves, so I moved closer, relaxed a little and started to piss myself, slowly ….I moved closer again and Father hugged me tight enough that I could feel the warmth of his piss and mine.
“Father,,,,I'm really hot for you, and want your piss."
“Joe, sins are things we do without re guard for the law or God, that’s why you have to confess them. You sinned when you took stole weed. We all sin every day. God gave us a free will and we have to own up to the consequences.

“Your so hot Father, Why do I need to have you.”…. I put my hands behind my head and crossed my fingers. I turned my head sideways as Father pressed me against the pillar. I could feel his hard bulge touch mine as our piss continued to flow. We moved side to side allowing our real lust to take over. I used my bulge to push his to one side then he pushed mine, then that moved us tighter. We moved in till our full bodies were together, Fathers face in my neck biting me, moaning. I felt his hand under my wet balls. Then he took hold of the base of my thick hard shaft as pre-cum was running down. I lowered my hands and took hold of his boner and nuts through his now soaking pants. After biting my neck hard we faced each other and started kissing. I gave him a mouthful of my saliva which we passed back to each other, so much more building up, then we started licking each others face till both our faces were wet. I love doing that, I suddenly thought of Luke and let go another large shot of piss. Father was shaking but so fucking hot. I could feel more hot piss starting to run from the bulge in his pants onto the top of  my cock, running down the front of my pants and down my legs, so I relaxed and my piss kept shooting out over both our pants. We continued making out until every drop of our piss found it's way out into our pants then creating a huge puddle.

We were making a lot of noise when Father suggested we go down stairs. He took my hand and as we left we looked back to see the huge puddle we left behind. At the far end of the church hall down stairs was a stage and steps leading to back halls to several rooms. We went into one that was quite dark with a leather couch. When he shut the door we stood there making out. After about ten minutes I started humping the head of my cock against Father's pants along side his boner. Before I could tell him that I was going to cum my cock started shooting my load of thick cum over the front of his black pants. He could feel it through his pants and we both moaned. My belt buckle rubbing against my cock kept the cum, coming. When I was done I lowered my face to his crotch and used my teeth to pull his zipper down then with my mouth I pulled his hard cock out the front of his wet pants then starting at the head of his cock, bit by bit I took his whole rod right to the back of my throat. As I sucked his cock, all my cum on the front of his pants was getting all over my face. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled on my hair to shove my face against his cock. The loud moaning thanking God started as his cum shot down my throat. He filled my mouth and some got out over my chin. It seemed like it wasn't going to stop. So fucking beautiful. I stood up and as we rubbed our spent boners together we kissed and ate all the cum off my face. Then we both pissed together. Father turned on a lamp by the couch and we cuddled and talked a lot and explored our bodies.

“What a lot of cum for a youngster.”

"When I was on the bus two weeks ago, a friend of mine jerked me off in my pants and there was so much cum it looked like I wet mt pants."
“I want to fuck you.”…..he said as he turned the light off as we both filled the room with the sound of two very horny animals pulling their pants down.

“Father,,,Can you keep your pants on? I like the feel of wet pants against my butt.”….I asked him. I got on the couch doggy style and took some pre-cum from my cock and stroked it over Father's cock and left him to find my boy cunt. He was so sweet and took his time and as he breathing increased his cock slid all the way into and up my ass. I could tell he was nervous. He took his time to ensure this to be one of the most awesome fucks I ever had, with lots and lots of hot cum. It was awesome. We lay there for some time until his cock was able to just slide out. We embraced for some time.
“Joe.”
“Yeah?”
“I love you. You allowed me to express my lust that has been pent up for years.”
“You were awesome Father.”
“I hope we can do this again.”
"Whenever you want Father, I want all of you.”

“I would love that,” Father turned the lamp on as I started jerking off, he used one hand to fondle my nuts and kissed me as I stroked and soon my complete load of hot thick pure white cum was shooting all over the place. God it was good. We held our wet and cum covered bodies close, fully clothed for half an hour doing a lot of kissing and discovering our hard bodies.
“How are you going to get home?” Father asked.
“My bike, by the time I get home I'll be more that half dry.”
“Your not kidding are you? I hope we really can see each other again.”
“Father, we will see each other, a lot, but it has to be our secret, I want us to fool around and talk and find out more about each other.” We made out more, then went back up stairs. He unlocked the door and a very bright hot sun will take on the job of drying my piss and cum covered jeans and sweat shirt as I ride home. If you haven't gone on a bike ride with your nuts bouncing back and forth in your pissed soaked jeans,,,,

"Will your parents see you wet?"

"Mom and dad know I'm gay and know I'm always wet."

"Really?" Father looked so hot standing there in his soaking pants, still hard. I got on my bike.

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"Well What Can I Say???? What a beautiful afternoon. I could feel Father's eyes checking out my butt as I rode standing up hoping he could see my nut sack between my legs.

Getting home would be easy. North on Victoria Park to Lawrence Ave then east to my house. I was drinking more pop and was still quite high. When I was riding north on Victoria Park I came to St Clair. Half a block away was Our Lady of Fatima church, where Father Shafer who molested me in grade eight, to my delight was transferred from his church to Our Lady of Fatima because Sister Superior caught him with his hand down my pants jerking me off. Last summer I did a kid's papers and what do you know, the church was a customer and I found Father Shafer. He took me into the back of the church that day where he and the altar boys dress for mass and we found a kid's closet unlocked where the kid left a pair of jeans, so I put them on while Father Shafer and I destroyed the kids pants with piss and cum then hung them back in his closet. I locked the closet, noting the combination and his name written on the inside wall so the kid would find them the next Sunday morning.

I went into the church and confessions were still going on. I went up front then just walk into the back area and tried the combo on the kids closet. I recalled it from my last time there. Funny thing, he must have enjoyed his jeans the last time because he didn't change the lock. Plus he wore the jeans the following day to the school basketball game. What do you know, there was a pair of jeans there again today along with his altar boy outfit. He must want more. I took the jeans out and went out the side door to the stairs leading down to the church hall. There were washrooms there so I went in and put the kids jeans on. So fucking hot. I looked in the mirror and again I soaked his jeans while I jerked off. The excitement and pleasure was too much. I went back up the stairs and hung the soaking jeans on a hook by the back belt loop. They will still be wet when he comes to serve mass in the morning.

I found a pen and paper and left the kid a note. I didn't tell him how I found his name, and lock combo written on the inside wall, until now.

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On Monday I took my "FRIEDSHIP" sweat shirt to school to wear all week, during lunch breaks, on the bus ride home and during spares last in the library. 

“OK, I can’t let my pants get wet. 

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