I didn’t answer so he put his face against my wet pants. He pressed in hard then started licking my thick, slimy pre-cum then finally opening his mouth around the shaft of my cock. With my
head back against the wall I slowly humped my shaft against his face as he sucked my jeans and bit my rod. The heat from his little mouth is making me think I’m going to pass out.
Fuck this kid has a way. I’m too weak to resist his mouth, holy fuck, what was going on here, I must stop him, but I can’t, he was doing so many things right, I didn’t want it to stop. I don’t give a shit what trouble I could get into. The full-blown whore came out in me, I must encourage him on. I didn’t want to interrupt it now, I need my cum in my jeans. I need and want to piss on him. Where are these urges coming from?
“That’s it there, keep going Will, keep going.” I was out of breath and stiff. My balls were raging. I pointed to my cock knob at the end of my shaft with a very out of breath voice.
“It’s going to come out right here.”
Will moved his mouth to the head of my cock as he stroked when suddenly my cum was coming through my jeans. Will spit the first shot out onto the ground. Then he took the rest, half he swallowed the rest he spread over my jeans with his tongue. My underwear also experienced the joy. Out of breath I fondle Will’s small stiffy. He stood there and let me continue. I squatted down and pulled his zipper down and went into his pure white undies and pulled his peter out, OK his COCK. Cum was still oozing into my underwear and jeans.
“If you have to pee Will, now is the time.”
I pointed his little boy cock at the front of my pants and waited, at first, a few drops, then suddenly his piss was splashing the front of my jeans. After a few moans and a huge sigh of relief from the little guy, he finished. My jeans through to my butt and my legs were drenched. Ask me how satisfied I felt. I wanted to consume the whole of this little guy.
He moved in and hugged me tightly. I stood up.
“How do I look now?” I asked.
“Awesome.” He put his cock into his pants.
“Was that our first sex thing?”
“When can I wet my pants?”
“We’ll have to work that out, your parents can’t know that yet.” I can’t believe I said that but it always seems to me I think with a much clearer mind after I finish shooting my cum.
“I can’t believe how great that was that we had sex.” Will said.
“You know you can’t tell anyone?”
“I won’t, I want more of that white stuff, is that jizz?”
“I love the taste of jizz, I mean cum and pee.” I totally relaxed, then released a torrent of piss flooding my jeans. Will grabbed my jeans where my piss started flowing. My flood of piss got his arms and hands wet as I completely soaked my pants and the grass at my feet. I had tons and just let it all go. I didn’t want to get any on his clothes but hoped for an accident where even a small bit of my piss might wet his pants. I couldn’t stop, I just pissed and pissed until I was done. I so wanted to piss on Will’s pants, but I controlled my urge.
“WOW.” That was all he could say as he wiped his hands and arms on my T‐shirt.
“I think I better go; mom will be looking for me soon, that was awesome.”
“Hold on till I check you over and make sure you didn’t get anything on you.”
He was dry all around. When I checked, I couldn’t resist running my fingers along his butt crack. I continued looking for his asshole.
“Is this your bum hole?” I asked.
“Yeah.” With that I pushed my finger in and he pushed his asshole hard against my finger.
“Does it feel good?” I asked him.
“Yeah, yeah, I love it, my peter is getting stiff again.”
“Next time we can do more sex stuff.” I told him.
“You mean we can do sex again?”
“OK.” I answered. With that he ran through the trees to his house. I felt so completely spent and satisfied.
I told mom I was sorry, she wanted to jerk me off then watch me piss myself. I told her the little boy next door held me up.
“Like I said mom the boy next door held me up”
“Mom, don’t tell dad about the boy next door, remember he likes little boys and this one’s mine.”
“What can you do with a little boy?”
“Nothing, just piss on his pants. Dad stole Andrew right out of my bed not even one hour after I fucked Andrew. Why do you think I have never had Andrew here since?”
“I won't say a word, promise. Does he, whatever his name is, wet his pants?”
“His name is Will, and no, not yet but I’m working on him. He wants to wet his pants and for some reason, I can’t wait to wet his pants. He has before and wants to again, but his dad is a bully.”
“Well, there goes that dream, who wet your pants just now?”
“Are we talking about the little cute boy with the red bike?”
“Yes, Little Will the little boy next door.”
“Not even close but I got so hard and wanted him so bad and I’m high.”
“Is he anything like Luke?”
“There is nobody like Luke but face it I will never see Luke again.”
“Are you crying? It’s been over a year and a half.”
“I still love him mom, my heart just pounds and pounds when I think of him.” Just then dad got home.
“What’s wrong?” dad asked.
“Just a broken heart dear.”
“Luke, he still loves Luke.”
I put my pissed pants in the dryer before supper, that did no good I wet them again during supper just like yesterday. Mom was in heaven, dad asked for another beer. When I gave dad the beer we made out until he got hard. That was easy, he sucked on my wet jeans and played with my nuts and ass hole through my jeans. When supper was done dad went to the living room.
I had plenty of pop. Dad had three beers and we were warming up for a good Toronto hockey game.
After supper dad settled down with a new beer, mom and I did the dishes, I felt bad not saving my piss for mom earlier, but my jeans are wet again, and my bladder is full again. After the dishes I leaned against the counter putting my hands together behind my head. Mom knows what it means.
“How about now mom, I’m at a desperate level, like I’m going to bust.”
She moved in close and started to molest the front of my pants. I took my shirt and shoes off. I waited until she was breathing heavily, then she moved her hand onto my long thick flaccid cock. She played with my balls with one hand and stroked my soft cock with the other, enjoying the small shots of pre-cum soaking through. It takes forever and my cock never gets hard when mom jerks me off, but if I can control myself the rewards are epic. Mom kept this up until there was too much pre-cum and my soft hot cock was sliding around in my jeans with ease. My groin wanted to join in, then mom knew she was going to succeed in her mission.
The rise of my pleasure meter was going through the roof and mom wouldn’t speed up, in fact she slowed down to torture me. I love it. She switched the hand from my balls to my ass hole to see if her long rock-hard nails could shove my jeans into my ass hole. I pushed my hand down the front of my jeans and moved my cock and balls out the side of my underwear so only my jeans were between us. Then I pulled my underwear away from my ass hole so now mom can push my jeans into my ass hole. I love the feeling of the seam of my jeans up my ass. It wasn’t long before mom was stroking my cock and balls with might, slowly and had three of her sharp fingers and my jeans in my ass. This is fucking unreal. My cock wants to throb, and my balls want to bust but mom stayed the course, methodically reaching her goal. Then it happened. I grabbed my stiff body, then my nuts, suddenly my stomach was so far in and my breathing stopped for too long when the explosion caused me to yelp.
“FUCK” The cream was shooting everywhere as mom moved my junk in every direction in my pants. I exhaled and totally relaxed as my underwear and jeans accepted my second load in as many hours. The feeling of her fingers and my and jeans exiting my asshole, was epic. The next thing I knew, mom was sucking my cum through my jeans. I let her feast for as long as she wanted but then I had to release my tank of piss that suddenly exploded and seemed to last forever, soaking me from my waist to an enormous puddle on the kitchen floor.
As usual she used her long hard nails to force my jeans back into my ass hole. FUCKING EPIC. This always prompts my cock to rise and peek out the top of my pants. I unzip and pull my hardening pole out and couldn’t resist starting to jerk off again thinking about Will and then Luke, then back to Will, who has no bulge just a lust driven by my cock. I lost count how many times I jerked off these last two days. As my cum was on the move I thought about yesterday pissing myself in front of eight hundred boys, or as many as could cram into the main stairwell, hall and cafeteria, I thought of Red, how we pissed and made out in the teacher’s private washroom two weeks ago, so fucking epic for a so called fag hater and then how I took Uncle Johnny’s thick twelve inches all the way up my ass five times over the four day long weekend last year. He was so wild and out of control he thought he raped me. So, with all that why am I coming back to little Will and how I prompted him to molest me and jerk me off then let him piss all over me.
Why did I have to get into his little pants so bad?
I moved close to the kitchen table and pressed my balls against it as hard as I could when my cum started shooting like crazy several shots right over the shiny tabletop and plastering the wall and chair. As I held on to my hard cum pole mom bent over and slurped up my cum off the table, all the while she kept pushing and pushing her hard nails into my ass hole with my boner jumping with each push. That’s why I stayed jammed against the table because each push was harder than the previous and each thrust gained her a little more way in. I even spread my legs a small bit to help her gain even the tiniest more ground. It feels so good when she pushes my jeans into my ass hole with her long sharp hard nails.
As usual when we finished, she told me to strip and leave my clothes in my puddle of piss. I went to my room and put on my good Sunday suit pants to see what they looked like for church tomorrow with my cum all over them, my cock was still hard from the jerking off and stuck out the top of my suit pants which were soaking up any left-over piss or cum from my body.
Fuck they looked hot. I took a few pics, first without a shirt, then with a shirt and then a tie. Then I took a few pics of my butt. I love my butt.
I put on a pair of jeans and went to the computer to do my homework. I don't know if I'll still be at school on Monday, but I might as well be up to date.
I lay on my bed when it got late and went through my texts and found more solid piss hook ups from boys at school. A lot of them were strangers, boys I never met, two were straight, four are gay. I got a text from Red again, he apologized for being with the bullies yesterday, but I let him know I understood the bind he was in and that I totally loved our sex last week and I wanted a lot more of him, especially his cum and huge tank of hot piss. He thought I wouldn't want him again but now he feels better. He texted back a link to a pic of him that he just took. His pants were wet. Fuck he's so hot.
It’s eight o’clock, the hockey game is about to start. Dad had a few beers and I’m still stoned a little. Dad was cool with me lying face down and chewing on his crotch. His cock bowed up creating a beautiful mound under his zipper. I chomped on his mound as I humped the couch. Dad put his hand under me, noticing I was wet, so I pissed again. I had clean jeans on and soon my boner was peeking out from under my belt buckle. I put my leg over dad’s lap and facing him lined my ass hole up on his mound. I moved my butt to and fro stroking his cock up and down through his jeans. I pissed myself until I felt the warmth run through my jeans to dads. After we had a major piss out, he pulled the back of my jeans down, then he fucked me. While he was fucking me, I leaned back making sure I got his whole cock up my ass, as I jerked off.
When he was about to blow his load l pulled his cock out and to the front of my jeans. I was sitting on him, and we both faced each other with both our cocks between us about ready to shoot and empty our ball sacs. I held my hand above our cocks as the explosion took place. All our cum hitting my hand and landing on the front of my jeans. We both were panting till every drop of daddy and boy juice landed. We made out and ate the cum off my jeans. I don’t remember who won the game or who put me to bed. I did remember the familiar feeling of dad’s rod sliding in and out of my boy cunt, and us eating our cum. I didn’t notice that mom took my jeans or what she did with them.
Sunday morning mom woke me up. I was all excited at the idea of wearing my cum covered pants to church. I kept my suit jacket closed until I got to church. Once we were seated, I pulled my jacket back so the guy next to me could see my pants. He kept looking, I hope he was getting hard, I was. He was about twenty, nice legs but I couldn't see his crotch, his suit jacket was in the way, but we were all close and he kept his leg touching mine.
At communion time I went up to show the altar boys the goods. The guy beside me was now behind me. He kept lightly and accidentally on purpose, bumping into me as the line moved. I purposely paused my step so he could have another accident. Every time he purposely, sorry accidentally bumped into me, his hand would hit my butt. The last time he bumped into me I stopped fast and paused and stood my ground when I felt his finger hit my lower butt crack you know, exactly, I mean exactly against my ass hole. Fuck I love this guy, who is he?
The altar boy beside the priest looked like he was ten, the altar boys behind were a good mix up to about twenty. Every single one of them is HOT. I kept my jacket back so they all could see my cum over the front of my pants and my boner. There are only two kinds of altar boys. Those looking for boobs and those looking at crotches.
After communion I returned by the side isle behind the guy that was sitting beside me. He went in the pew first so I will have to pass him when he sits down so I can sit beside dad. Oops, I accidentally touched his ass on purpose. Nice and firm. This was a perfect setup so as he sat down, I would have to pass him to get to my seat beside dad. I could look down at his crotch when I passed. This was even more awesome because as he sat down, I noticed a mound and his zipper flap was sticking up. Was his zipper down? I can’t see until I get passed by him and sit down. HOLY FUCK, his zipper is right down exposing a thin view of pure white underwear. His fly opening wasn’t wide, but I could see the distinct thickness of his cock shaft. My underwear was getting wet with pre-cum. He reached into his left pocket pulling the opening in his pants so now I could clearly see he had a very thick, long cock, something that I would love up my ass anytime. Maybe I could just put my hand right inside his pants and jerk him off. Maybe that’s a fucking dream. He looked down at my pants as I sat down making obvious what he was looking at. I looked down at my pants then over to his. He pulled his phone out and opened a page and handed it to me. It was open on a page to enter a new contact. I entered my name and number. When I handed it back to him, he pushed the back of my hand down to touch his mound. He was hard, like HARD and long. He put his leg against mine causing my piss to escape through the front of my pants. Fuck, I couldn't breathe. I let the piss spot grow too much before I slid my hand down my pants pulling my cock out the top of my pants under my shirt, soaking a good bit before I could stop it. The piss-soaked part of my shirt clung to my cock showing a perfectly flesh colored outline of the top of my cock and perfect details of my beautiful cock head. My breathing got heavy, I wanted to just let my piss fly, but I stopped it as I could feel it below my balls to my ass hole. I leaned back so the guy could see the whole picture. My cock was finally rock fucking hard, and I know as soon as mom and dad and I get into the car, I’m going to jerk off and soak myself.
When church was over mom stopped to talk to Father Attwood outside. The guy beside me was gone. Where did he go, I thought he was right behind me. I have to watch for him on Sundays, he’s hot. Maybe he will text me. While mom and dad were talking to Father Attwood, two altar boys still in their surplus and cassock appeared in the doorway behind Father. They were looking right into my eyes then went down the stairs to the church basement. I waited a minute or two trying to figure out if they were trying to call me down.
I decided they might, and knowing mom might talk forever, I went into the church and downstairs. It was dark, the church hall was empty. I went up to the front of the hall and the stage area and rooms were all empty. Maybe they went up these steps to the rectory. I decided to leave and went to the back of the hall where I entered, I noticed there was light coming under the girl's washroom door. I opened the door and there they were. Both altar boys in jeans with their cocks out, like sticking straight out and hard.
“Hi.” the tall boy said as he waived me in.
“Hi.” I said, my hand roaming down to the top of my zipper as I walked toward them.
“I’m Trevor, this is Ronny,” their faces were red. Trevor, about twenty faced me, approached and opened my jacket as both gawked at the sight and gasped.
“Jesus, What the Fuck?” breathing heavy both boys approached. I couldn’t believe the size of their cocks. The little guys was huge and thick, the bigger boys was longer but not as thick.
Trevor undid my belt and top button to my pants, my cock sprung out still soaking wet. He put his hand over the front of my soaking underwear.
“Do you always cum right on the front of your pants?”
“I’m Joe, and my pants are always wet, my cum likes to land on my pants, wet or dry. It just so happened, today my pants are dry showing my cum better?”
“FUCKING awesome, not so dry now, what happened?” Ronny asked.
“I liked the guy sitting next to me in church.”
I took hold of Trevor’s cock first but actually had my eyes on Ronny’s. I wanted Ronny’s first but can’t show that, it would be rude as Trevor was at me first. Both boys started to molest me at the same time, I was in heaven. Ronny's cock was awesome and thicker than Trevor's even though Ronny appeared several years younger than Trevor. This cock for such a young boy is a beauty and was causing a lot of pre-cum to run out and down my cock shaft. Ronny now looked twelve, not ten. Trevor and I pulled each other’s pants down at the same time. Right away Ronny took hold of my nuts. It wasn't Ronny's cock that caused all the rage in my nut sac and cock. His hair, eyes and lips sold me on the idea that I could fall in love with him. Then it occurred to me, was it because he looked too young?
“WOW Trev, look at these balls.” Ronny said as he took my balls and went down and started kissing and sucking them. Trevor pulled down the front of my underwear and took hold of my cock.
“WOW, huge or what? I can’t even hold it.” Trevor said. I reached down and guided him back up and went down on his beautiful cock. Both these boys were so fucking hot, then it occurred to me that every one of the altar boys were hot, I mean "FUCKING HOT."
“We have parents waiting, I’ll do Trevor first.” I suggested. Sucking Trevor was great. At the same time, I was molesting Ronny. When Trevor indicated, he was going to cum, I stood up and put his cock in front of my pants. His cum shot out in strings. It was awesome. I grabbed his balls to get the most from him.
“It’s my turn.” claimed Ronny.
"Nice cock for such a little guy." I spoke. As I worked on Ronny’s cock, Trevor squatted and took what he could of my cock into his mouth while playing with my nuts. I took most of Ronny’s cock into my mouth and sucked while I fingered his ass hole. He grabbed my hair hard, and I took his load. He was out of breath. I took hold of my cock and started jerking as I was close. I put my hand into Trevor’s zipper opening and pulled him close to my cock and when I felt my balls screaming, I pushed my cock into his jeans then my cock went on its usual shooting spree. I pulled my cock back a bit when the shooting stopped and opened the front of his underwear and pushed into him and kissed him as the rest of my cum flowed, filling his pure white briefs.
“We all saw you on the net Friday.” Said Trevor.
“Why did you piss yourself in front of so many boys you have to see every day?”
“I’m going to be at that school for four years and I wanted everyone to know that if they want piss action, I’m there. You guys gotta go keep in touch.”
We took our phones out and filled in contacts. I know I want to fuck Ronny both of them in fact and I know I want both to fuck me, and I want their piss, and I have plenty for them.
Mom and dad were waiting when I got to the car, and they were not surprised to see fresh cum on my pants
On Monday morning mom and I were right on time for the meeting. I purposely didn't take my morning piss at home for two reasons. When I have to piss bad, my cock is always semi hard. I keep it pointed down, so it pushes the front of my school pants out creating an obvious and teasing home for my monster known as the bulge to keep everyone's attention.
I know that if I have to go into the office, the nuns and principals, the guidance teacher and any priests will have all eyes on my junk, I consider that their morning treat, and second, If I don’t end up in the office, I plan to piss at a urinal through my underwear so that throughout the day the boys, two teachers and two priest I know of will drool over the dark damp bulge at the front of my pants. I would look guilty of Fridays event if I suddenly didn't show my normal wetness, which isn't much, just enough for them to notice and maybe bone up.
Mom brought with her all the medical evidence from when I was ten. It didn't take her long to indicate that what happened Friday was an accident. She told them that she has to wash my uniform pants almost every day and that I had three pairs for this very reason. I went to the urinal and only pissed through my underwear a bit to relieve the pressure.
I decided to go right to class, stopping at my locker. On the way there, every boy in the hall, that’s every single boy and teacher checked out my pants. The slightly dark and damp bulge has them hopping, the grade eleven and twelve boys, who have serious bulges, they don't sneak a peek, they looked right at my pants and go into study mode.
The LGBQT boys love me and want me to attend their meetings. What I have to do now is answer the notes and texts, which will take quite some time. I was hoping to hook up a lot and was surprised at how many of the boys, oh and two teachers were actually straight. I think eight in all were straight but love piss. So, all things were back to normal at school except I have a lot more friends.
I looked up, it was Vice Principal Oaks, I put the notes back into my locker and shut the door. He started to walk.
So, I followed. He headed right for the supply room where Andrew and I make out sometimes. When we entered, he shut the door and reached for the very top where there was a bolt which he pushed, securing the door so no one could get in.
“What’s that for?” I asked.
“What do you think Mr. ninety percent.” I knew I was in trouble. When I looked down at Mr. Oats pants, I realized that for the first time ever what I was looking at. I saw the outline of a huge, long hard cock. I’ve never seen the slightest bump on his pants ever. He took me around to the back area and put me against a table, pulled my hair back and pressed his bulge against mine. He was violent and rough, he just grinded his tool against mine and kissed me until my cock was right up and hard. He played with my junk with his large hand and moaned and talked about how big I was and how big my nuts were.
“Your fucking hair is sweet. Love your lips too.”
He took my hand and placed it on his cock through his pants.
“I want you to take my cock and balls out.” I was shaking as I pulled his zipper down, and after a lot of maneuvering I was able to get both balls and his long cock out.
“Play with them.” I never saw such a beautiful cut cock in my life. REALLY. And what a set of nuts, fuck. Then he undid my buckle, the clanging breaking the silence. My skinny body did nothing to hold my pants up, they just hung on to my cock.
“Suck my cock.” Oats demanded. Leonardo da Vinci must have designed his cock. Although it was a tad bit smaller than mine, it was truly the most beautiful cock I ever saw in my whole life. I thought I was going to cry at the thought that he was going to fuck me with such a beautiful tool. How could this be? The biggest prick in the whole school had the most gorgeous cock ever.
I sucked and sucked until his cock was wet with my spit. I played with his balls he moaned like a little girl. He stood me up and from a nearby cabinet brought out some lube and got me to lube the most beautiful cock in the world. Then he turned me around and bent me over a table and told me to place his cock at my ass hole. If he thought this was punishment, he was dead wrong. This teacher isn’t teaching me a thing. As beautiful as his cock is, I have seen plenty bigger, his was just the most awesome cock I ever saw in my life, and I want all of it all the way up my ass.
With one thrust he got his whole cock all the way home. I can’t believe how good it felt. He fucked me for about five minutes then exploded his hot load, then did it again, and a third time.
HOLY FUCK!!!!!! Fucking awesome. After he pulled his cock out, he placed his hand against my back, keeping me in place over the table. I couldn’t tell what he was doing until I felt hot piss soaking my ass. Then I could hear his piss stream soaking my pants around my ankles. He took one of the longest pisses ever. Fuck, it was EPIC. I heard him zipping up. Then from behind he kicked me hard in the nuts. I curled up on the table.
“There, how was that sweetheart? Tightest fucking hole I’ve fucked in twenty years I’ll give you that. Have a nice day. Oh, by the way, when I get back to the office, I am sending Sister Superior to get this book.” He took a book out and placed it on the table, while I pulled up my piss drenched pants.
“See what she thinks of you pissing your pants again.”
“Don’t touch that book or move it, we’ll see how she likes your pants now. I’d get rid of that hardon if I were you, she hates seeing a fucking hardon. That’s why she’s such a bitch, all you boys every morning fighting off your hardon. You’ll probably end up in some public school by tomorrow.” With that he left. I pulled up my pants and since they were already wet, I couldn’t resist it. I took hold of my rock-hard cock and as I jerked off, I pissed a ton of piss soaking my pants then leaving a trail and small pile of thick cum right on the floor where we pissed.
He is so fucking simple. I climbed out a window, how easy was that. I went into my backpack and texted mom. She was in the front hall looking for me. She drove around to the side parking lot; I stayed close to the wall then got into the car.
“Don’t jerk me off and don’t talk to me.” I wanted the silent time to treasure the best fuck I ever had by the world's most beautiful cock.
I told her the whole story. Mr. Fucking Oats has no clue just how fucking hot he is. Acting out his sexual frustrations and energy just excites boys our age. He’s so dumb. I would love Mr. Oats to rape me every day, three times, that would be a total of nine cum loads because when he fucks you, he goes three rounds. Mom’s phone rang, it was Sister Superior. She wanted to know if I was at the school.
“No Sister, he was in my car, why?” Sister talked for a bit.
“Yes Sister, I’ll do that as soon as we get home, we’re at the mall right now.” (She lied.)
“See mom, he thought he trapped me for Sister Superior to catch me. Did Sister Superior think she saw Mr. Oak’s piss and cum on the floor?”
“She wants you to see the guidance officer three times about your habits.”
“Mom, the guidance officer likes me and will try to do me.”
“Yeah, you should see him, you do him.”
“You go back to school tomorrow.”
“Sweet, thanks mom, I love you.”
I hadn’t seen Will for a few weeks except for the odd time with his parents. When I got home on my bike this bright sunny and hot Saturday with my jeans not too wet, I could hear water running from the back of Will’s house. I went through the trees and saw that the back door of their garage was open a bit, propped open with a beach ball. That’s why I could hear the water. I peeked in and there was, Will’s dad hosing down the truck. The truck was huge so I couldn’t see over it, but I could see him.
He was happy and moving around the truck and as he came to the side of the truck that was closest to the wall, I could see him from head to toe. I never realized how imposing he seemed. I was a little bit worried that he might notice me because I received him to be a bully.
He was tall with a lot of hair and a big face. His arms and shoulders were huge. He seemed in good shape but did’t look like a workout type of guy. He was bigger than my dad but could be the same age. My dad wore jeans very well, but this guy was wide and seemed to have a lot of junk, making him look a little sloppy, his butt is just big and round, no muscle tone to speak of but still intimidating.
As he was hosing the truck, he kept touching himself every now and then moving his junk around. It was getting me hard. Several times he would look around then put his hand down his pants. I started to read the future.
Will’s mother’s car was gone so dad was alone and he’s going to jerk off while washing the truck, nothing new there, I see that same show on my gay sites, all the time, except I’m going to watch him, I want to see the live show.
I picked up the ball and carefully moved into the garage, put my hand in my pants and started slowly stroking my not so flaccid cock which was already on the move. I must keep quiet because he will kill me, like really kill me.
He had a lot of junk. He played with it until I could plainly see the outline of his boner in his jeans. My boner was up in no time leaking pre-cum. I watched and stroked as he stuck his groin out and brought the hose spray close to his pants. He looked back to the door to his house then while rubbing his junk around he brought the hose spray in contact with his jeans. Just a touch. Fuck he had me rubbing my jeans which I started to piss on the right side of my zipper. I didn’t want to get too wet, just enough to let him know we look alike just in case he sees me. The hose just lightly touched his bulge. He pulled the hose away and looked down at his jeans to study the wet spot. He looked pleased and hot. He continued spraying his truck checking his crotch several times, then standing close to the truck to see the reflection of his wet spot on his jeans. Then he touched the side of his truck with his bulge and sprayed the truck roof allowing the water to flow down wetting his pants. He stepped back to check out his jeans again.
Then he put his hand down his pants again and pulled his cock up and waited and waited until I could see piss coming through his jeans where the wet spot was. Suddenly air to breathe was in short supply.
I put the ball between my knees, one hand in my pants stroking my cock slowly and one on the front playing with my nuts. Suddenly the ball slipped down to the floor between my feet. By then Will’s dad was stroking his cock in his jeans and as he stroked, he let more and more piss wet his jeans. Too fucking hot to just watch.
“Sir?” I interrupted, he looked up and realized he was caught jerking off and pissing his pants.
“What the fuck do you want cunt? Close that fucking door you ass hole.”
“I found this ball sir; it might be Will’s”
He checked out my jeans then pulled his hand out of his pants extending it, so I took the ball to him. He tossed the ball behind him and took my wrist.
“I have a reward for faggots finding my kid’s balls, you cunt.”
He pulled me forward and put my hand under his crotch where I felt his warm flow of piss. What is it with all these aggressive frustrated men? He was pissing his jeans, it was awesome, I couldn’t breathe or believe it. He grabbed my hair and pulled me under his crotch. His piss flow was still going when I got the taste. I loved it, yellow, hot, strong-smelling piss. He pushed my face up into balls, they were huge. His piss was running over my face and hair, down my chest soaking my jeans. “AWESOME” He had a lot of piss. Obviously, he had no idea how much I loved piss, or maybe he did. He pulled my hair leading me to the side of the truck closest to the wall. He opened two doors, one to the left, one to the right. We stood between both doors when he got down between my legs and pushed his face up into my balls. I moved my junk against his face.
“Now, piss you fucking faggot, every drop you fucker.”
After about fifteen seconds or so my piss was running all over his face. He fought to swallow every drop while crushing my nuts with his teeth. My piss lasted a very long time as I always have tons, or should I say gallons, I soaked him completely down to his feet. When I finished pissing, he took my cock out of my pants ripping off two of the buttons and started to suck me off as he pulled my balls a mile away from my body.
No one could hear me screaming, not that I wanted him to stop. He was a ten plus, fuck could he suck cock. He released my balls and remarked on how big they were and that I must have a lot of spunk. He took his time and when he was ready, he made my cum shoot right down his throat. I pulled on his hair pushing my cock as far as it would go causing him to gag several times. He sucked down every drop then he turned me around and laid me face down on the back seat.
“You fucking faggots must always have fucking hot bodies that you tease us with every day and big cocks and in your case huge fucking balls too, making tons of boy cum and in your case enough to choke a guy. You know that we’re out here and need this and you just wait. I watch you all the time teasing me in your wet pants with your hardon, well, we’ll see if you can handle this cock, you fucker, see if you can stand the pain as my tool rips your boy cunt apart.”
While he was lecturing me, he undid his pants letting his huge rock-hard cock spring out. “FUCKING HUGE ROCK-HARD COCK” was more like it. I just know this is going to hurt. His cock was long and thick, and rough all over his shaft. Looks like a cock that would fuck huge trees. As a matter of fact, there are trees that have smoother bark than the skin on his shaft. It occurred to me that men who fuck me are rougher now than when I was ten, eleven, twelve, when I was smaller and smooth, but now I’m sucking, fucking and pissing more than ever, my nuts getting bigger and my cock past the ten and a half mark with a beautiful bulbous head the boys and men can’t keep out of their mouths or ass holes.
Even some men want me to fuck them. Wrong, if I am younger, I’m looking for cock all the way in my ass, I don’t care how long or fat. If I’m older than my victim, then he’s getting my monster all the way up his ass no matter how tiny his ass hole is, sometime as many as three rounds of cum and my victim will drown in my piss.
From a shelf behind him Will’s dad found a huge jumbo size jar of Vaseline and slathered it all over his junk. The jar was huge, and he used lots. As he removed my jeans and literally ripped my underwear off, he spread tons of the Vaseline again on his cock then filled my ass and asshole and within no time was ramming his huge, long, fat cock up my ass stretching my asshole to the max and pushed as deep as he could. It hurt so fucking bad; he was now in rape mode. His manner of fucking was desperate, rough and hurt as he rammed it to the deepest regions of my boy cunt. I never felt such epic fucking before. He just ripped his cock and my asshole and in no time at all, he was pounding, rocking the truck. It seemed he fucked forever then his hot loads of cum filled me at the same time as he ripped my balls off.
He pulled his cock out fast, panting. He stretched and rested his spent cum master over my face, panting and fighting for air. I played with his huge spent cock rubbing Vaseline and cum through my hair and over my face wishing that he was the type to go twice in a row. I was in pain but wanted more. When he got off me his cock was dripping clear slime all over, Fucking HOT.
I used my jeans to clean the gobs of Vaseline and cum off his flaccid cock. I wiped the Vaseline off his balls also, with the front of my jeans. I wanted his fuck grease all over my jeans. Then I used my ripped underwear to wipe my sore asshole. There are no words to describe how hot his sex is. I put my underwear on, ripped and covered with Vaseline and soaked in piss. Then I put my jeans on and reached into the Vaseline jar and grabbed a handful of the slimy salve and covered the front of my jeans and even pushed my hand in where he ripped two buttons off and slathered some Vaseline over my ripped underwear, I love this stuff.
He stopped me and slowly and tenderly unbuttoned my jeans and softly took his time to organized my junk in my ripped and slimy underwear caressing my balls around to my ass hole, then slowly buttoned my jeans and rubbed my junk around as he kissed and sucked my neck, doing up my belt and the remaining buttons on the front of my jeans all the while continuing to snuggle his face in my hair then back to my neck and marked up my neck more.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Was he crying? This went on for ten minutes or so.
“Don’t worry, you were totally EPIC. It’s OK, I loved it. I want more, anytime you get a chance, promise.” There was a long pause while he sobbed.
‘Sir?” I asked after he held me forever.
“Now you know my secret fetish kid." there was a long pause as he rubbed my jeans all over, not even aware that my rock-hard boner was now sticking out the top of my jeans.
"Pissing myself and raping young boys. I haven’t done that since I was a teenager. Do you forgive me?”
“I'm so sorry, can I make it up to you?”
“Really? He hugged me tightly.
“I’ll give you anything, just name it. It’s yours. Please don't tell anyone, please."
"You're not going to cry again, are you? I won't tell anyone ever, promise, I loved it and want more."
"Really, you're not kidding.?"
"Really. It hurt but I want it as many times a day as you want. Plus, I love this Vaseline stuff.
"You probably want something. I don’t hate you I love you; I wait for you to get off the school bus to see your cock in your pants and to see you in wet pants, fuck, I dream about fucking you all the time. Please don’t say anything.?”
“How about my secret fetish.”
“I thought your fetish was wetting yourself?”
“Yes, but I also have another secret fetish.”
“If I tell you, you may want to kill me.”
“OK, now I have to know.”
“I just have to, like rally have to piss on Will’s pants.” There was a long pause.
“You’re over forty. Will and I are seven years apart, while you and me are way over twenty years apart.”
“What if Will doesn’t want or like to be pissed on?”
“Two weeks ago, he asked me to piss on him.”
“You said no to him? Wish I had that will power when I was nineteen and fucked a ten-year-old.”
“No, he wanted it as much as I did. Thank God because I wanted it so bad, I think I raped him. I could have gone to jail.”
“I said no to Will, but I let him piss on my jeans.”
“He pissed a lot, soaked me.”
“Really? Did he seem to like it?”
“He loved it, he couldn't breathe. He was so excited.”
“Good for him, like his dad. Are you thinking to fuck him?”
“No way! It’s totally a pissing thing.”
“How is this going to work. Are you going to just ask him?”
“No, I’ll just wait for him. Maybe it was just a onetime thing, maybe he doesn’t know how to make the next move. He made the first move; we’ll see if he knows how to make the second one. Until then I won't touch him.”
“Want me to make an excuse for him to go over to your place?”
“No don’t do that, then he’ll know that you know, I would prefer that he makes his move, then if we do anything and he comes home with wet pants he’ll believe you if you and him agree that it’s an accident. You could even use that opportunity to ask him if he likes to wet his pants and if he says yes then you and he can tell mom and agree if he enjoys wetting his pants, he should only do it at home.”
“I don’t think that would work.”
“Why? well Sheila might think that I want to have sex with him.”
“Why would she think that?”
“Because she caught me in bed with that ten-year-old boy when she came home early from her night job, I was fucking him when she walked right in on us. I couldn't stop, I was right there so I continued and filled his ass while she was screaming.”
“Who was the boy, a relative?”
“No, he lived a few doors away, but he got around a lot and had several sexual stints and just had to be fucked all the time. He got acquainted with me and actually made the first move while we were watching TV he just reached over and took hold of my cock through my jeans and slowly stroked me until I came in my jeans. I just sat there and let him do it which we did several times over a month. While I molested him one night, he told me what he likes best, so we went to the bedroom and to my surprise he took my cock up his ass and was so good at it. It was obvious he had been fucked by several men. It was also obvious that I get horned up around little boys with tight cunts.”
“Wow, I think I might get to enjoy little boys too. I’ve had sexual contact with two now and I love it.”
“And my son would make three?”
“You mean you had sexual contact with Will?”
“Well yeah. When he pissed on my jeans, he touched my boner and stroked it sideways and like you, it felt so good I just stood there and let it happen and before I knew it my cum was filling my jeans. The only difference is, I don’t think Will knew what happened.”
Just then the garage door started to open. Will’s dad told me to lay face down on the back seat and he shut the door then he shut the front door and turned the nozzle of the hose spraying water all over the truck. Will and his mom got out of the car and ran to the house door so as not to get sprayed. She asked him why he was all wet and he told her the nozzle came off the hose and that the hose flew around like a snake and got him all wet. When Will and his mom went into the house, Ted, that’s his name, opened the second cab door to let me out. I turned on my back to tighten my belt, when he saw my boner sticking out the top of my pants. rather than taking my hand to help me out he took hold of my jeans and grabbed the shaft of my obvious boner, and he boned up right away when he felt the Vaseline all over my pants. I undid my belt, and he pulled my remaining buttons apart and my cock sprung out. As he stroked my cock I pissed and soon the back seat and my jeans were soaked only to be sprinkled with all my cum. I sat up and pulled his zipper down and started to stroke his huge cock while he stood and kept an eye on the door. As I stroked his cock, like a fire hose, he drenched my shirt and jeans with piss, it was fucking awesome. I bent my head forward and he soaked my hair.
Soon he was shooting his cum, so I aimed his cock right at my face. Some went into my mouth then he pointed his cock to my jeans. When he finished, he put his junk in his pants. I lay back on the seat and did up my jeans and pulled my soaking wet shirt over the part of my cock that was still sticking out. While he sprayed the front of the truck, he opened the back door that led to the trees and came back to the truck. He counted to three and while I darted for the door, he watched the door to the house.
When I got into the house mom, and I studied the damage. I was drenched from head to toe, my jeans covered in Vaseline and my boner still obvious. Mom just had to rub all over the front of my jeans. I went to my room and studied myself in the full mirror and took a few selfies. I was so horny from the way I looked that I undid my belt and pulled my boner out through my underwear and did my belt back up. I took Vaseline from my jeans and spread it over my cock. I didn’t let on that I noticed mom watching from the door for a while then turned and faced her.
She came close to me and knelt and rubbed her face all over the front of my jeans. I couldn’t stop stroking; my ball sac was right up tight and wanted release. It took a good ten minutes stroking my cock and playing and grabbing my jeans, butt and balls while mom sucked and bit my balls, through my jeans when finally, I turned and my cum started shooting onto the mirror. When the shooting stopped, I pressed the head of my cock against the mirror to let the rest of my cum slowly slide down. Mom attacked the mirror slurping up my cum.
I took my jeans and underwear off then my shirt.
“Can I have your clothes?”
With my boner still standing straight up I picked up my clothes and handed them to her.
“How did your clothes get like this in the first place?”
The guy next door.” She was in shock.
“I thought he was straight?”
“He is, he just likes to jerk off and piss his jeans when he washes his truck.”
“And here, all this time I thought he was just in love with his truck.”
“A lot of guys on the net like to piss and jerk off when they wash their cars.”
“What? My car will always be spotless.”
She took my clothes and went into her sewing room and shut the door. I rubbed my body all over and put on my high-rise Humor jeans because they are high rise and cover most of my boner which I wanted to cover right now, or I’ll start jerking again. I rubbed them all over to allow the Vaseline and piss to soak through. The grease stains took weeks to fade then I finally washed them. A few days later Ted left the buttons he ripped off my other humor jeans on the step to our garage door.
It was a Friday when I got a note from my teacher that I had an appointment with Mr. Irving, the guidance officer, at three PM and that my mom had been advised to pick me up at four PM. Why didn’t they tell me this in the morning. My pants were a mess. I pissed through my underwear at lunch time leaving more piss in them than usual because I had Father LaFroy for third period and wanted to show him my wet pants when I squeeze the piss through. It’s been a while since we hooked up and today, I wanted to whore my crotch and tease his junk. I wanted to see the outline of his cock in his pants and watch it grow. When it started to grow, I got horny and went inside my pants and pushed my cock out the side of my underwear. The boy, Thomas who shares the same desk as I, knew that I was going to jerk off, and I did. I rubbed my cock down my right leg and edged until I was rock hard. I stroked as slow as I could so as not to attract attention. But Thomas, as usual, watched the whole time. He says he’s straight but never misses one of my classroom events. I stroked and stroked, and Thomas and Father LaFroy watched. They were both getting harder and harder with evidence of pre-cum flowing. When the time came, I couldn’t hold back and just had to pick up the speed of my strokes, attracting boys behind and beside me. Then finally I had to go full speed, while Thomas was trying to hide his boner because too many boys were looking and Father Lafoy went behind his desk and sat down to hide the reaction taking place in his pants, a lot of boys in the school already suspect Father Lafoy and me. Finally, it happened, I stopped stroking and the canon in my pants started shooting hot cum down my leg. I was fucking beautiful. The wetness turning my light gray pants a dark charcoal color making it quite visible to all onlookers but that’s what I like. A few boys called Thomas out on his boner, but then he wasn’t the only boy with one. My breathing took some time to stabilize. By now the whole class realized what happened and went back to their schoolwork knowing it was just Chance and his pants again.
When I showed up at Mr. Irving’s office, he was all smiles. My pants were dry but there was evidence of a sexual train wreck. My long flaccid cock and spent balls that I put back into my underwear was as usual creating a beautiful bulge, just for Mr. Irvine. I love showing off my junk when it’s still swollen but flaccid. People, especially boys and men, just have to look. Mr. Irving was no exception; this was our first encounter.
“Joseph, sit down.” Mr. Irving is way overweight and wears clothes that are too small for him and thinks he and I are both fifteen years old. He's just one of the boys in his mind. He has a family picture on this desk. I had to take a second look; his son is hot, his daughter very pretty. Wow, who would have thought that Mr. Irving had magic spunk and even the reach given the size of his belly.
“We have a lot to cover Joseph. This is our first encounter, right?”
“You're going into grade ten in a few months after the summer, you have never scored under ninety percent in any exam and will probably qualify for some sort of scholarship after grade twelve. I see you have already informed Waterloo of your desire to attend, and I have a letter back from the dean requesting an annual report which is something they do to cut down the time required to line up their acceptance list.”
“I must get into Waterloo sir; they have a very high job placement record and I need to help dad afford a full four years.”
“Dean Perkins says you have very high expectations of yourself and will probably get there. My problem is this, I worry that you may get off track, what with your personal habits and events surrounding your need to get through puberty which nearly cost you that whole outlook as far as your education goes. What did your parents think of that event you had in the cafeteria where you urinated in your pants?"
"It was an accident; my mom came in and explained."
"Not true, I know you have a fetish and enjoy wetting yourself. You masturbated into your pants today, just hours ago." I froze, not thinking he would be so blunt.
“What did your parents think of the cafeteria thing?”
"My mom and dad were very upset, not because I wet myself that Friday in the cafeteria, I haven’t stopped wetting myself since I was five, but because the doctor I see once a month knows I’ve been gay since I was eight and knew then that I am always aroused when I look at boys, and men too, and knows that it causes me to sometimes wet myself and they question why after all these years, why they should pay him but are always advised to continue.”
“Do you have any relations with any of the school's faculty?”
“Sir, I’ve been sexually involved with men and boys since I was five and I have never ever mentioned anyone’s name to anyone. I let the whole world know where I stand on these things as long as I only talk about my habits, not anyone else's.”
“Well, that’s a good explanation and I respect that, but there are rumors.”
“I do not encourage rumors and can do nothing about them.” I lied to him. I love rumors for two reasons. If the rumor is about someone hot, let it fly, I can’t change what people think. If the rumor is about someone that isn’t considered hot that should be a sign that I’m going for the person not just the looks, which is true. We all like hot guys with big cocks and tons of cum but as much as I too like that I go for the guy for a lot of reasons, the main reason is, does he piss and will he love me again, can we connect. I’ve turned down lots of hot boys and men.
“What are your concerns about the future, say your personal and sexual habits and Waterloo and future jobs that Waterloo will eventually afford you the opportunity?”
“When I was in grades seven and eight, I wet myself a lot. Mom and dad fought and couldn’t get me to stop. They grounded me, took away my allowance and computer because I was able to get around the block that their computer program put up and they threatened to never let me have a phone. I still wet my pants every day and my bed almost every night. They kept telling me that I would end up in jail.”
“When you were very young, didn’t they try to keep you out of harm's way; people who may want to molest you?”
“That couldn’t happen. As long as I was bold enough to let a grown-up know my desires, they, the grown-up would go along. They should have protected from me”
“What did you do if a grown-up said no, to what you wanted and that it is wrong?”
“Would you believe, not a single grown-up ever turned me down, gay, straight, married, professional, young and old. And every time, it was not my being gay or cute that I was able to attract all these people, it was my being wet. And guess what? They are all still there to this day whenever I approach or reach out to them.”
“You didn’t tell me yet what you're going to do in the future.”
“I know I will have to change my habits say in Waterloo. I won’t be able to be so public because too many students will have serious goals at some costs and won’t like a kid running around in wet pants distracting them even if they would desire me, there is too much at stake for them and me. Also, I have to worry about when I’m being marked. I won’t be able to advance or snag a good job placement, so I’ll have to keep my habits outside like at gay clubs and bars. I think that LGBQT are more and more accepted as long as we stay in our place by not imposing on others. Does that make sense?”
“It certainly does, but can you do that?” While he was writing I kept glancing at his family picture. How old is his son. He didn’t have a big bulge in his pants but enough to look interesting. What would he look like if he had pissed in the pants he was wearing?
“Oh yeah Sir, that’s easy. I think most people that have habits like me can satisfy their urges in private, I can do the same. Wetting my pants in private is just as satisfying as wetting them in public.” In public, it’s the “In Public” that is satisfying in itself, the satisfaction of wetting myself can have the same satisfactions level as wetting myself in private or public.”
“Jesus, oh excuse me, where do you learn all this stuff?”
“My doctor, we talk a lot about past, present and future and my urges and the importance of awareness around others and what is expected of me. They tried pills and lessons to distract me from my urges, but nothing worked, in fact, I do it more now than when I started therapy.”
“Ok, that’s fine with me, our time is running out. For now, I’m not putting anything in your file that would jeopardize your chances at Waterloo. You have three more years. One more incident like the cafeteria and I’m afraid I’ll be obligated to record it; do we have an understanding?”
“Yes Sir.” I checked out his son again in the picture. Yup, HOT for sure. Looks ready to start high school soon. Shit, I'm boning up and have to stand up soon.
"You realize what I'm saying, no more anything, like masturbating in class. Last year my son was much like you whenever he was alone in his room and I’ll tell you, he stopped, just like that, I threatened to beat the shit out of him and throw him out of the house. Suddenly, no more abused looking pants and bedding he doesn’t need therapy at all."
“Why is he telling me all this about his son, he’s actually selling me on the idea. I can see he’s hot, the picture is clear, and the kid has eyes of passion and lips to match.”
"I'll do my best Sir and if I have problems and things are getting out of hand I'll come and see you right away."
"That's a good idea son. I like you, and I want you to succeed. I don't think this is going to be a problem anymore, is it?”
“No sir. I’m glad I have your support.”
“It’s five past four, your mother will be waiting.” I left, semi hard after the good news about his son. If he thinks for one second that he has stopped his son from being sloppy on his pants when he jerks off, he is wrong.
After not seeing Will for weeks, I finally ran into him on a PD Day. He was pulling the trash bins in as I rode up to him on my bike, my jeans were almost dry from an earlier event in the morning on the boardwalk. I was on the boardwalk and rode my bike into the wooded area to jerk off onto my partially wet jeans, and ran into a guy with his junk out, about thirty, jerking off. He seemed interested even though I was wet, so we got together and pissed on each other and jerked off onto each other's jeans. We lay in the hot sun until we were nearly dry then exchanged digits.
When I got to the end of my driveway, all I could see was Will’s sweet butt as he pulled the trash bin up his driveway. Right away my semi was alerted, and my damp underwear and almost dry jeans started to expand while my balls felt like they wanted to explode. FUCK!!! What is it about this kid? Am I really becoming a pervert? YES, and it seems I’m not going to stop at any cost. Today, I’m going to soak Will’s jeans. He spotted me and stopped. I checked out his jeans and still no bulge. No bulge does not stop me. The majority of the boys at school have absolutely no bulge but I’m sure there are a lot of eager monsters lurking in their pants waiting to surprise their victims. I have hooked up with boys and men that have no bulge and lots of time I was surprised what came through the zipper to attack me. But why am I getting so hard over Will? He studied my jeans, and it was obvious that I had been busy. We met behind my garage and fondled each other. His little boy cock was sticking straight out while he played with my eager boner and balls.
“Wanna piss?” I asked him.
“YEAH!!!” The excitement level was very high.
“Today, we’re going to piss on each other's jeans, are you in the mood?” He couldn’t be happier as he held onto his junk. He thinks he’s excited, but I was ecstatic. After his dad gave me the go ahead two weeks ago, this moment has played out in my mind a million times.
“Do you have any piss?” I asked him.
We hugged and played with each other’s junk. We laid on the grass and rolled around stopping with him on top of me.
“OK, lift your bum up so I can get my hands into your pants.” I reached under and pulled his zipper down. I hope he doesn’t notice how nervous I am and how over eagerly I went after his tiny privates. I pulled his pure white undies out and pointed them down to my pants. Then I went into his pants from his waist going inside his undies and guided his tiny cock into his undies where I pulled them out.
“Now what’s going to happen is, you're going to pee through your underwear onto my jeans.”
“At first, just a bit, then later we’re going to soak our jeans until we don’t have any left.” I put my hand under and held it against his small abs just above his boy cock and directed him to lower holding him about an inch away from my jeans.
“OK, start to pee but don’t let it get out of control.”
“OK, I’m ready, should I start?”
“Nice and slow and easy.”
We both waited then within seconds my cock could feel the warmth of the little boy's hot piss spreading through my jeans and soaking my underwear. It felt so good that I wanted to just let him empty his tank but once I was soaked, I lowered my hand and let him rest on me. Fuck he felt good.
“OK STOP.” We just lay there enjoying the warmth.
“That was sweet.” Said Will with a thrill in his voice.
“Do you feel warm and wet?”
“Yeah, I sure do.” he replied.
“OK, lift off and lay on your back.” I looked over and saw some of his jeans around his zipper and below his balls were wet.
“OK Will, that looks perfect, now I’m going to put your cock back into your jeans.”
“OK, I feel so good.” he said as I put his cock and underwear back into his jeans and pulled up his zipper. Then I squeezed all over his pants so the piss from his soaking underwear would seep through to his jeans. Once I was finished, I let him look. Boy did he ever look hot. We took some pics laying down and standing up plus a few of only our pants. His wet spot was a perfect size, nearly reaching his pockets, starting about four inches down from his waist going down under the bottom of his crotch to his taint. He soaked me a lot but that’s OK, I love it. I went into the house and got us more pop.
“Drink this as we now move in the second part of our plan.”
“Are we going to pee more?” Will asked.
“We’re going to piss every drop, but first we’re going to play in the sun with the ball for a bit.”
And we did for about half an hour or so. I was hard the whole time watching the movements of his wet jeans, then when our pants were half dry, I kicked the ball high over the cedar trees into Will’s back yard. Will panicked because his parents were sitting on the back deck.
“Oh shit, how will we get it with mom and dad sitting there?”
I pulled my cock out and worked it up to rock hard status, so it extended over my right leg when I put it back into my jeans, my favorite spot. Just looking at Will in pissed jeans does it for me. Actually, his jeans were more than half dry but there was enough wetness to make it obvious he wet himself.
“OK kid it’s time to change your life, let’s go.”
I took his hand and pulled him through the row of trees and there we were standing in Will’s backyard.
“Over there Will.” Said Will’s mother pointing to the ball.
When Will came back to me with the ball, we were standing at the end of the deck were our wet pants and my raging boner were on display up front and center. I bounced the ball a few times as Will’s dad introduced me to Will’s mother. As we left, I let a small fresh shot of piss soak the front of my jeans again, then I turned back and told Mrs. White it was a pleasure meeting her. I dropped the ball on the grass and picked it up and noticed how obvious my fresh piss spot was and how the sun glistened the fresh piss as it soaked my jeans and made my boner so conspicuous. As we passed back through the trees, I was behind Will with my hand near but not touching his butt. When we got to the other side Will jumped up and hugged me. He was so excited that his mom and dad didn’t question him on his wet pants.
“Now we can piss.” I told Will.
“Sweet, I’m ready to bust.” Will said as he took hold of his junk.
“OK let's lay side by side on the grass. OK, pull down your zipper and take out your cock through your undies. Will eagerly complied with my direction.
“OK, are you ready for this? We wait a long time but now is the time”
“OK, Joe, you go first, I’ll follow.”
“We’re going to piss on each other’s jeans, aim up in the air to land on me and I’ll aim at your jeans. OK, here I go.”
The pissing started and in no time our jeans were drenched so we continued until our hair was soaked and clinging to our faces. We both let out a stream of soft moans of pleasure. When we both finished pissing, I lay over Will and for the first time I pulled out my monster. If grown-ups thought my cock was big, what was Will thinking? I sat up and unzipped his jeans and went hunting into his soaking undies for his little stiff cock and sucked on it till he got all tight with joy feeling a dry orgasm. (I think). I hovered over him and started jerking off. His eyes were wide as he fondled my balls. Within minutes my cum was shooting all over the front of his jeans. My breathing was totally out of control as I held my position over him so he could look down between us to see for the first time what he would be doing in a few years. Suddenly and without notice we heard Will’s dad's voice.
“Hey Will.” We both looked up.
There was his dad standing halfway through the trees. He could clearly see us with our cocks out and that we had pissed on each other’s jeans. His dad quickly put his finger to his lips indicating to us not to make a sound. Will quickly put his cock back into his pants. God, he looked hot. I stood up and put my cock under my shirt.
“Will, your mom and I are going to the mall, we’ll be a few hours, OK?”
“Yes dad.” Will answered not daring to move a muscle. By that time, I was standing in front of Ted.
“Boy, when you said you wanted to piss on my son, you weren't kidding, were you?”
“Well, I.” then Will’s dad interrupted.
“Shush, I know where you're at. His mother thought you both looked so cute, you sold her on that, so I’m expecting she’ll be tolerant of him in wet pants now and again if he isn’t running around drenched like he is now.”
“He’ll be dry by the time you get home.” I’ll keep is pissing habits in line, promise.”
“Do that, you don’t want his mother upset.”
“By the way Joe, I want to fuck you tonight.”
“I said I want to fuck you tonight, around eight thirty, Will and his mom are going to house sit Will’s aunt’s place for the night so we can play all we want, so be on time, eight thirty. I’ll leave the door open.”
“Can I go now? I have a kid to molest.”
“You just gave me a hardon that my wife will notice.”
“Well, it gets better, you can watch my soaking butt as I walk back to Will.” Ted left. I lay down beside Will, my boner still intact.
“He said that your mom thought we looked cute together in our wet pants.”
“Sweet, does that mean I can wet myself at home?”
“Yes, but not all the time, and less than what she saw today. Always keep it much less and in time you can piss yourself more and more and more often.”
“Wait about a week or two and to start don’t piss your pants while standing up or sitting down. Lay on the grass face down or on your bed face down with a towel so you won’t get piss on the bed. By lying face down, only the front of your pants will get wet. Once your wet, always do things as normally as possible like watching TV, playing games or whatever on the computer, doing homework, eating supper, doing the dishes when your wet so that your mom will think everything is just normal as you think it is.”
“I can do that.” Will and I continued to make out, playing with each other’s wet pants. I licked his lips a lot. After a while I took out his cock and sucked him off. He had a dry orgasm while I reached deep into his jeans and fingered his asshole. Then I took out my cock and jerked off sticking the head of my cock into Will’s underwear and filling them with cum.
“Mm, that feels so good around my peter.” He said pushing his junk hard against me.
“I think at this point we should call your peter what it is, a cock.”
I went into the house and asked mom to hide then brought Will into the house and downstairs to the dryer.
“OK kid, take all your clothes off.” His face went red, but we took everything off and put them in the dryer.
“Should we wash them first?”
“No, I’ll explain after,” We looked each other up and down.
“Have you ever seen a bigger person naked before?”
“No way.” We made out, well as best we could given our ages. He was amused with my junk and my butt, and I was amused with his.
“Wanna see me shoot again?”
“YEAH!!!.” I took my time and jerked off while Will touched me and fondled my balls. His eyes went huge when I got animated aiming my cock right at him, then covered him with my full load of hot lumpy cum. My chest heaved for air as I pulled hard on his hair. I ate most of my cum, Will ate some then I rubbed the remains all over him. I kept rubbing until he was dry.
“Can you feel that sort of tight skin feeling?”
“I do that all the time, same with my piss, then I put clean clothes on.” It wasn’t long before our clothes were dry. They had a very, very tiny hint of piss and were a little stiff.
“There, how do you feel?”
“You almost got one too.” We went outside and played ball in the sun, occasionally touching and molesting each other. His mother called him for supper. Mom quizzed me when I got into the house. When dad got home, we had supper, I drank as much pop as I could hold and went on the computer and edged for two hours watching boys pissing on boys and went to the generation section and watched men and boys.
It wasn’t eight thirty fast enough. I put on clean underwear and cords, (Deep red colour), great for pissing in. The back door to Ted’s garage was open. He took me downstairs. There was a big TV there. He gave me a pop and a pill.
“Just take it, you’ll love it.”
I took the pill and drank some pop even though my bladder was jam packed, ready to explode, I love it. As for my cock, it was so hard I thought it would break off if I pushed it down too far.
Ted brought up some porn, older men molesting young boys, some pissing, some not. My cock was sticking out the top of my jeans spewing pre-cum onto my belt and running onto the front my cords. It wasn’t long before I could feel the pill. I felt great and totally relaxed and started a slow flow of piss over the front of my cords. The doorbell rang and I got scared. It was a friend of Ted’s.
“Hi, I’m Jim.” said the man as he bumped my fist.
He was younger than Ted and to say he had a cock showing in his pants would be an understatement. It hung down his leg and was fat with an obvious huge head on the end. The cum stains on his jeans were obvious. He sat on the other side of me, and Ted got up and got him a beer and one of those pills. We all got into watching the porn, Jim was already rubbing his cock. He had beautiful long legs and fingers with a more youthful mop of hair than Ted.
Jim kept looking at my pants and occasionally remarked on how hot I was and how cute I was and how mature I looked for fifteen. Then from the other side Ted pulled my hair and laid me across the couch, Jim grabbed my legs and pulled them onto the couch then spread my legs and bent over and started biting my balls which by now were soaked with my piss. He soon realized my shaft was rock hard and bit it several times and followed it up to my belt and then Ted pulled my tee shirt up exposing the top of my cock.
“WOW, look what we have here.” said Jim as he unzipped his fashionable jeans.
Both Ted and Jim lifted me off the couch to the floor. Jim undid his jeans and pulled out miles of cock and his low hangers, all very slimy with pre-cum. His cock looked like a horse I knew on a fishing trip. Now that was the biggest, longest, thickest cock I have ever seen in my life. I was so jealous of him. As Jim bent over, he started biting my balls again and spread my legs a mile apart as more of my piss ran over my cords which Jim sucked up. Jim started biting all the bones around my junk. I was totally stoned as I watched Jim’s cock grow. Obviously these two talked earlier. Suddenly a strong hard piss stream came over my head from Ted to my pants. It was fucking beautiful, yellow and smelling like a public urinal. I started pissing, Jim undid my belt and zipper and pulled my cock toward his jeans. My cock hurt so bad as he pulled it but the beauty of watching Jim’s jeans soak up my piss was awesome. I turned my head to the TV to see older men pissing on young boys, by this time Jim was pissing on my face and hair and pointed my stream to his hair.
“THIS IS FUCKING EPIC.” I shouted. I took hold of Jim’s cock and put my mouth around its head, his strong piss flow continuing, the piss filling my mouth and running out, down my chest to my pants. I felt like I was in heaven. I grabbed Jim’s huge low hanging balls and started biting and sucking. He loved it and pushed hard to try and get both balls into my mouth.
Then, Ted pulled himself and lay his hard cock and balls over my face, I opened my mouth and bit everything I could get a hold of. Suddenly I felt Jim’s long thick cock slide against my hands. I grabbed on as he humped and was soon in full fuck mode.
“Are you gonna cum Jim?” Ted asked.
With that Ted started beating his cock so I started on mine. This is the best jerk off I felt in a long time. Must be the pill. My balls felt like they were exploding. Fucking awesome. Finally, Jim stretched his whole body to position his cock head right at my face. His breathing became labored as he slowly stroked his long, (mile long) thick, steel cock close to my face and then down to my pants. Before I knew it, he rested the base of his steel shaft and huge nuts on my balls as streams of slimy like egg white cum flowed over my pants, soaking them. It was like runny snot and hot. I tried to get as much as I could scoop into my mouth. With his hand he spread the slimy cum from my pants over my face and hair. Ask me if I loved it.
“Jesus Jim, that’s so fucking hot. Said Ted, still stroking his cock.
Jim stuck his face out and Ted’s load plastered him, the cum running off Jim’s face and landing right on my crotch. Fucking awesome. Jim’s cock shrunk to a mere nine or ten inches. Fuck I wanted that up my ass. I was the last one stroking. My ten-and-a-half-inch cock was only as long as Jim’s was soft but wait till, they see my load. They didn’t have to wait long; I waved my hand out indicating they should stand back.
“Hey Jim, watch this cannon shoot.” Ted said.
Then suddenly I pointed my mean thick monster trying to bust out of its skin and my huge head expanding and getting harder, with my raging balls pulling up tight the first shot of pure white thick lumpy cum shot straight into the air. By the time it was coming down to land on my cords a second then a third were on their way up. When they were coming down three more shot up.
My pants were covered when all the shooting stopped. I grabbed the base of my cock and held on tight as the rest of my cum oozed over my cock head and flowed down my shaft to puddle on my cords.
“Now that’s what you call a cum load, told Ya” said Ted to Jim.
“Fucking awesome, what do you do with all that cum?” asked Jim.
“Well, the load I shot off a few hours ago filled Will’s underwear.”
“You mean my son’s underwear.”
“He loved it, Ted. After I spread it around in his underwear and jeans, they were saturated, it looked like a horse pissed his pants.”
“He went out with his mother tonight he was wearing the same jeans; how did they get dry?”
“The sun, then my dryer, his jeans might be stiff tonight, but they were dry. Cum dry's faster than piss, a lot faster, less mass.”
Ted gasps and Jim clapped his hands. We were all stoned on the pills Ted gave us. I never felt so good in my life. We all spent ten minutes eating my sweet cum and watching more porn of old men pissing on kid’s, some naked, some with clothes on. I felt that I fit right in with these big boys. They had bigger cocks, Jim’s over fourteen inches, FUCK, Ted’s almost a foot and mine well over ten and a half, but I felt like a million and king of the castle because they didn’t come close to matching my cum load and shooting distance.
“Hey Ted! Where’s the Vaseline?”
Ted went to the garage while Jim and I made out and watched porn, what a fucking cock, how can I get fourteen inches, and that thick?
“What happens when you get hard does it stick out the top of your jeans like mine?”
“It doesn’t get hard during the day; it only gets hard when I stroke it.”
So, during the day it doesn’t get hard on its own?”
“Never, I just carry it around all day, it’s like carrying a python in my pants while I’m working or at meetings, I sit with this huge bulge which is actually in the way.”
“I bet it wakes up when you get home, and it knows you're going to jerk off.”
“I don't jerk off at home, the wife would kill me.”
“What about when you go to bed?”
“It was great but then the novelty of fourteen inches wore off after about five years ago.”
“It’s working pretty good tonight.”
“That’s because I’m sitting beside a fifteen-year-old with a beautiful body and a big cock and huge balls that shoots a huge load like fireworks and still has a hard on. Does that thing ever go down?”
“Yeah, it's going down a bit, it takes about ten minutes.”
“Doesn’t it bother you when it stays hard?”
“Not really, it knows it’s going to get some kind of action soon.”
When Ted came back, he produced three of the biggest jars of Vaseline you ever saw.
“Jesus Christ Ted, where did you get those?” asked Jim.
“What are you going to do with it?”
“OK Joe, pull down you pants,” Ted instructed.
I pulled my cords down to my knees. My cock was only semi hard when Ted gave Jim a jar and instructed him to saturate my underwear inside and out. They both took handfuls and started covering my underwear inside and out making my boner stand straight up. Jim slathered Vaseline all up and down his cock until once again it stood up like a sold steel pole. Ted was shoving a lot of Vaseline up my ass with as many fingers that he could slide in.
“Here Jim, see if your rod fits in here.”
Ted pulled my head down and Jim got behind me and just rammed his thick steel rod all the way up my ass in one stroke until it couldn’t go any further. I screamed and yelled but loved it. Holy fuck, this is sweet. There was still more cock, but it didn’t go in any further. Jim dug his fingernails into my love handles and started fucking me like a maniac. He couldn’t stop.
“Hey Jim, he wants your cum on the front of his jeans.” With that, Ted went between my legs and turned the front of my jeans so Jim could just point his cock down to them.
Jim started howling like an animal and pounded his firm body, harder and harder panting like a wild animal. FUCK, this is hot. Jim finally pulled his cock out and put the head of his cock near my jeans and like the last time he came, a lot of clear, runny snot like cum started shooting over the front of my cords. I held onto his cock because when he finished, I wanted to suck on it.
Jim stood up and I took what I could of his cock and put it in my mouth to taste his cum. I licked his shaft up and down, then his balls until his fourteen-inch steel rod shrunk down to a ten or eleven-inches python that he put back into his jeans.
“Jesus, I got Vaseline on my jeans. Kid, what a fuck, you’re the best fuck I had in years, no kidding. Your ass hole is so tight. Ted, have you ever fucked anything as tight.”
“Your right Jim, we have to do this more often.”
“If you ever want to get fucked again, Ted can arrange it. I’m willing and ready.”
“For sure.” replied Ted as he got behind me and lined his cock up and as promised rammed it in. These guys are fucking epic. Ted like Jim went crazy and fucked me silly. It was awesome. I yelped, he panted and moaned.
“Tight boy cunt is better than pussy any day of the week.” Ted expressed through his heavy breathing.
“Your fucking right dude.” answered Jim. Ted was getting close, he bent down and started biting my wings or blades whatever those bones are on my back. I yelped but wanted more. Finally, Ted pulled his cock out and shot his cum on my jeans on top of Jim’s cum.
I pulled my underwear up then my jeans. Jim and Ted both took handfuls of Vaseline and filled the inside of my cords. I pulled up my zipper and did up my belt as I swayed from foot to foot. Jim and Ted both started pissing down into my jeans and rubbed my whole body from my waist down.
“FUCK!!!!! This feels so good.”
When they were done, they spit all over the part of my boner that was sticking out of my pants which also was covered in Vaseline.
I lay on the floor while Ted and Jim were watching TV and drinking beer. I had pop.
At ten thirty I announced I had to go home. Jim took a few minutes to molest me and told me he never had such a good fuck. Ted agreed.
“Whenever you want to date with my son you can, I’ll tell him that tomorrow, OK?”
“No don’t tell him, it has to be our secret.”
“How long before you try to fuck him?”
“Never, he’s straight. We are mostly interested in pissing, smell his jeans when he gets home, you’ll get the subtle smell of piss. He's a pisser, not a fag. Just ignore him when he wants to piss his pants, that’s his passion.”
I left, still stoned, staggering to the garage back door. I went through the trees to our garage and somehow made it into the house.
“Vaseline again?” mom asked.
“I smell a lot of man piss.”
“Mom!!! One guy, Jim, has the longest cock I ever saw and thick as all fuck. Fourteen inches.”
“Mom, it was EPIC, can you imagine, fourteen fucking inches and thick and as hard as fucking steel.”
“You have to go right downstairs with those jeans like that.”
I looked down and realized that I was carrying my shirt and my rod was sticking out the top of my pants. My chest, belt and cords shiny with Vaseline. While playing with myself I somehow got to the bottom of the stairs and walked to the post and started humping it. Mom was right behind me.
“Jesus Joe, stay right there, don’t move.” I froze and didn’t move, OK, I started humping again against the steel post, my cock scraping against my belt buckle with the head of my cock hitting the steel with each stroke...
“I’ll be right back.” She ran upstairs and was back in a minute.
“Stay right there, keep what you're doing.”
“Nothing, I just want to take a vid of your butt and you humping. The Vaseline makes your crack show up so nice.” Mom took several angels of my butt even from under my nut sac, then the front and a close-up of the outline of my cock then an even closer one of my cock head with all the Vaseline on it and pre-cum oozing out until it turned to streams of cum. She sat me on the leather couch and spread my legs then slipped her hand under my butt and pushed up, so my cock stuck out my cords more while the rest of my cum landed on my cords.
She put the phone down and stood me up and started to rub my pants all over.
“I got Will to wet his pants today. He’s so hot for such a young kid. I want to sleep with him so bad.
“The kid next door, you know, Ted’s kid, anyway we both wet our pants and went to see his mom and dad. His mom thought we looked cute.”
“You pissed pants with that little boy next door?”
“He asked me and he’s cute and I just had to get into his pants. Don’t ask me why, the urge was so strong.”
“What happened tonight, was the kid there?”
“No, he and his mom had to house sit so Ted told me he wanted to fuck me at eight thirty, so I went, then his friend Jim came over, this real skinny guy with a fourteen-inch cock, mom it was the longest cock I ever saw in my whole life and could he ever piss.” I could see mom was going to start and try to get into my pants.
“I want to go to bed now.”
“OK, I’ll help you upstairs.”
“Can dad sleep in my bed, I need dad.”
“If you want, he’s on the couch, I think he’s asleep. You go to your room I’ll wake him up.” Dad couldn’t believe what he saw, mom left and closed the door. I pissed all over dad’s jeans before he fucked me. We both played with the front and back of my Vaseline cords. What a night, what a mess, I loved it.
It was three weeks later I was walking down the school hall to the library. I heard kids in the gym. I peeked in. They were too young for high school, looked like grade eight. Some looked twelve or thirteen. Some looked younger. The pervert in me wanted to see their jeans and undies, so, I went down the hall further to the third door. I know their clothes will be by the second door where the coaching office is. I was very quiet and so were the locker rooms. Or so I thought. I could hear breathing. A couple of kids making out or Matt the assistant coach molesting one of the kids. My boner sprang into action. There were already a few damp spots from pre-cum on my pants. Now I could hear the distinct sound of a cock being jerked off. FUCK, my breathing got heavy, my heart started pounding and my boner was halfway out the top of my pants, and pre-cum was everywhere and my piss wanted to spray and shoot everywhere, this is epic, but I held it back. Somebody was behind a square pillar; I could see his elbow pounding away on his meat. I looked beyond and there were no coaches in the glass enclosed office. This was not a young kid, he was taller, in fact maybe taller than me. When he switched hands, I saw white underwear in his right hand. I played with my the junk and could feel the pleasure as my hand would slide over my slimy pre-cum covered cock., Then I noticed that the boy had both hands in front of him, then he held the boy’s underwear out to the side and squeezed his piss out of the underwear onto the front of a small pair of jeans on the bench where all the kids left their jeans and underwear. I’m so ready to explode. Then on the left side of the post I could see the boy's butt. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. As I watch this butt humping and stretching, I realize that I’m looking at the most gorgeous butt I’ve ever seen in my life. Who the fuck owns that gorgeous ass. I have to fuck him. I also realize my underwear is getting very wet!!!! My pre-cum won’t stop. The kid is panting like crazy, then stopping for rest periods and his panting sounds get desperate. He pisses more on the underwear and squeezes more piss on the same jeans as before. It became obvious that the kid wasn’t getting there. He kept stopping and changing hands. The desperate breathing told me he was having troubles getting his cum to shoot.
“Come on.” I heard as he jerked again sounding frustrated. He pissed more on the small white undies then washed his face with them while he pissed more on the kid’s jeans. He stopped again out of breath.
“FUCK ! ! !.” I heard him gasp again.
I can’t take this anymore, my balls are screaming, so I slide my hand down my pants and slowly I grip my hard rock monster. I think ten strokes will blow the top off my cock. I studied kid’s butt, his dimples flexing in and out, his firm slim legs pushing to coax his cum to just shoot, that’s all he wants. I looked down at the little pair of boys' wet jeans on the bench and jerked a bit faster than my worst nightmare. My belt buckle lets out a loud clang and the boy’s face looks around the pillar.
Jesus, the worst bully out of eight hundred boys starts running in my direction, shoving his cock in his pants but still holding the boy's soaking underwear.
“CHANCE!!!!Your fucking dead.” I took off in the opposite direction navigating around the flat benches. I’m a fast runner but Rutherford has very long, (gorgeous) legs and as I was reaching the back exit, he grabbed my hair and we both slammed into the back wall. He stuffed the boy’s underwear soaked in his piss into my mouth. Holding my hair and grabbing the back of my neck, he forced me into the back hall. I’ve never been there before, but it was a long wide hallway. Right in front of us was a set of double doors so Rutherford pushed me through them. It was a shipping dock. We were on the high part, so he pushed me down the side ramp to the level of the shipping doors.
“So, you like piss eh Chance?” He pulled the boy’s underwear out of my mouth and held me against the wall with his hand around my neck. He held the underwear over my head and squeezed letting his piss wet my hair and run down my face. If only he knew what a turn on it was for me. He stuffed the underwear back in my mouth.
“So, we’ll see how much you like piss, OK?” I heard him pull his zipper back down while kicking my legs apart and kneeing me in the nuts to access my zipper and pulled it down then pushed his semi hard cock through my zipper as his strong stream of piss soaked my underwear first, then he moaned a relief of pleasure as he just stood there allowing his hot piss to drench my pants then soak my legs until a puddle started running down the ramp. He couldn’t know the pleasure I felt. He leaned against me; did he know my pants were now getting his pants wet, he must have, I felt his hand grab and pull my cock out and force it headfirst into his pants, pressing hard against me snuggling his face into my hair then just stood there waiting, what for? Then I realized what he was waiting for, my piss, it can’t be, but it must be, so I did it, I let my fire hose go and within seconds he was swimming in my piss, exhaling his audible relief, he collapsed against me making crying noises, yes, he was relieved and shaking and crying, pushing his groin harder against mine then kissing my neck then biting it and sucking on it while his hand removed the boy’s underwear from my mouth and stuffed them into his pants. We kissed and made out; I think he loves my cock and gave me tongue, I copied when he started to jerk off and within seconds the load of cum, he was fighting so hard for back in the dressing room shot into my underwear the heat thrilling my balls his whole body as stiff as it could get he just stood there waiting to recover his breath, kissing my face all over. I could feel him stroking my rod in his pants as his cum was still running down my leg. What a fucking load. It didn’t take but a few strokes and I was shooting my load, like fucking crazy into his pants and the young boy’s underwear. I pushed hard to try and drill a hole through everything my cock encountered, then I stood there as the rest of my hot cum ran out over my cock, down my rock-hard shaft then down Rutherford's leg. I couldn’t tell which of us moaned louder or was breathing harder. His cock deflated and fell out of my pants. We started laughing as I pulled my boner out of his pants and we both looked down to study the mess we left then look all around.
“Well Mr. Fucking Genius, how do we get out of this fucking mess?” Rutherford asked.
“Your so fucking hot.” I told him. We kissed; he felt my hard cock.
“You gotta hide this.” I undid my pants and pressed my boner against my abs and zipped up then tightened my belt holding my boner in place until it goes back to rest in a flaccid state until, until he is called upon for a repeat performance.
“First we got to grab my backpack up there then we go out that door.” I ran up the ramp, grabbed my backpack then ran down and went out the door next to the shipping doors. Fuck he's so fucking hot looking drenched in my piss standing there, his zipper still open.
“I’ll call my mom; she’ll come and get us.” The back door led out to the back field, only the driveway to the shipping doors, which are probably used in the early morning for the kitchen. We sat on the grass against the wall while I fetched my cell.
“Wait a minute, how long does it take your mom?”
“Call my dad, he’s like two minutes away.”
“Really?” I handed him my phone and he asked his dad to pick us up, it was an emergency.
Rutherford started with his confessions and apologized over and over, told me how much he loves my cock and balls and how cute I was and wants my hair. We kept touching each other and kissing. This guy is hot. He told me about his pissing history and how his dad told him some day this would happen. I told him he had the world's most beautiful butt and that I just have to fuck him someday. He asked me how I got my cock and balls so big when I’m three years younger than he is, I told him God’s gift.
“How did you get the world’s most perfect fucking ass?” I asked him.
“God gave it to me and my dad’s going to give me shit.”
“Why, doesn’t he know you like to piss?”
“He knows but we keep it a secret.”
“Do you and your dad have sex?”
“NO!!! That’s sick.” Just then a red pickup came around the corner and stopped right in front of us. We jumped into the back seat of the cab, I was up close to Rutherford’s ass in front of me, I took that second to drool, my cock moving up. What a fucking beautiful butt, it looked even better in wet pants.
I near shit myself when I got into the cab and looked up, it was Vice Principal Oats.
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