Date: Tue, 08 Oct 2019 18:35:54 -0400
From: joe@bkjoe.net
Subject: My life for wetness gone wild Chapter 3

My-Life-For Wetness-3

CHAPTER 3

Events of the following depict real events of my life.  How I discovered I
was gay and how I adjusted to each event as it presented itself. All the
names and some locations have been changed.

Disclaimer: My life is surrounded with a fetish for urine and sometimes
other messy and painful things. It also involves incest, public and
stranger interactions that may be graphic, and may be offensive to some
readers. If fetishes of any kind offends you I would suggest looking
through Nifty for softer material more suitable to your desires. My story
will use language that is direct to the nature of the user and may offend
some. If foul language offends you, close this page now. If graphic
conversations of sex and fetishes are not for you, then leave now. Nifty
has a wide variety of stories to suit you in other catagories.

The obvious idea here is to feed all the real juicy and filthy things that
go on in my mind and personal life. Things that hungry readers live for,
like filth, lust and sexual satisfaction of a gay man now in college that
went through many strange and weird events with strangers, family, well,
pretty well anyone who would play. I have no boundaries, my legs are always
spread. Fasten your seat belt, the plane is ready for takeoff and there are
no limits to the heights that the events in my real life that I and my
dysfunctional family went to, in an effort to satisfy both my and your
secret, deep and filthy needs.

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Without this free service we would be oblivious to the joy of just reading
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My-Life-For Wetness-3
What was mom up to?

	The next morning I woke up feeling so refreshed. As I stretched I
noticed that my brother Paul was in my bed. This wasn't entirely by
surprise, we slept together a lot but it has been a while. He cuddled me
from behind. He's 16 and has his own room in the basement. He has a big
screen TV and game setup and his room is large and always smells like there
is something going on. After having my first cum yesterday I think I know
now what smells in his room. He doesn't piss himself like me so that leaves
cum and generally not doing his laundry. He brings his girlfriend over but
has to leave the door open. That doesn't bother him as her dad said he
would kill him if she isn't a virgin on her wedding day. I had a beautiful
boner and was eager to have my third ever cum session. Paul's obvious
bigger boner was against my back. So was his load of cum. I put my hand
behind me, and for the third time in my life felt Paul's hard cock.

	"I know what you did."

	"What?" he asked.

	"I didn't even feel you getting into my bed."

	"Are we good?" he asked.

	"We are."  I turned to him and took hold of his beautiful cock,
which I have only seen through his pants for the last 6 to 8 months. I
surprised him by using my finger to take his cum off my back and eat it.

	"Feel how big my boner is." His warm hand took hold of my rock hard
cock and he was impressed.

	"I heard mom and dad talking, when did you learn to jerk off and
how did you get your cock so big? He asked as he slowly stroked my hard
cock. He went over my nuts and ran his fingers down the crack till he found
my ass hole.

	"I jerked off for the second time last night just before
supper. The first time I don't know if it counts, I was at school and
Fr. Shaffer caught me in the hall with my hand in my pants starting to jerk
off. My pants were very wet I couldn't help it. I thought he was going to
kill me but instead he put his hand in my pants and I could feel it
starting to cum when Sister Superior caught us."

	"I know." Said Paul. "There's pics on the net of you in pissed
pants with Sister Superior." I covered my face.

	"Holy fuck" This is bad I was thinking.

	"Don't worry little Bro, all the feed back is good. Some say "Can't
Sister Superior get someone here own age. A few said something like save
some for me. A lot sat HOT. I think you did alright.

"I don't feel like jerking off now." As I took Paul's hand off my cock.

"The pics are sweet, you can tell you have a juicy boner in your
pants. Your going to get a lot of boyfriends now"

I pushed Paul's hand further away from my cock.

"Always wait till after school to jerk off, it's always better after school
because you'll be so horny checking out all the chicks, oh well in your
case, boys. Then you'll want it again after supper, and then when you go to
bed."

I took Paul's cock into my hand again.

"Lets do it."

Paul eagerly started on my cock again getting it hard in no time. I played
with his and his nuts and his ass. He has a lot more hair than the last
time we were together. He used to jerk off while playing with my
undeveloped junk. He remarked a few times how nice, or how long or how
thick my cock was then. Told me for 12 he considered it big and confessed
that he didn't start jerking off until he was 14. When he realized I was
getting close he took my whole cock into his mouth and sucked me off. FUCK
it felt so good shooting into his mouth. A moment later he started pumping
on his cock super hard and shot his cum on my nuts. After we caught our
breath, he checked the time, close to six am, mom wakes us at six
thirty. Paul left. I ate his cum. I wonder if he does that with Lilly? Paul
and I slept together a few times again. I sucked him off once, so
delicious.

I jerk off a few times every day now. I'm having my 13th birthday soon. Mom
started to plan a party but I told her this is the last one. I'm too old
for them now. We invited six girls and four boys, from my class. It was a
long time since the incident with Sister Superior and at that time most of
these kids didn't have cells and never saw the online pics. The boys I
picked were all boys who I'd love to play with and kiss and feel up. Mom
also invited Ron from across the street. Ron is 28 but he has been coming
to my parties since I was 5. He has a girlfriend now so he might not come,
plus he works. Uncle Johnny always used to come but I know for sure mom
won't invite him.

Mom bought me new clothes for the party. She bought me Jack & Jones Jeans,
I was growing up now, and a nice shirt and a new pair of Nike Air Force 1
sneaks. My bulge looked EPIC in my new jeans. Aunt Kay, (uncle Johnny's
wife) came to help mom.

I'm one of few boys in my class that has a bulge. My teacher always checks
my crotch, she even seems amazed sometimes, especially if it's hard of semi
hard. Mr. Hall the grade two teacher never misses my crotch hoping I'll be
going to his house again soon, which I love.

Aunt Kay and Ron, (no girlfriend), came first to help mom. The kids all
showed on time. We played a bit of music and talked. Mom, Aunt Kay and Ron
put treats out. Two of the boys I invited, Jeremy and Tom had nice bulges
that I could fantasize over. Ron's crotch looked EPIC. I could see the
clear outline of his cock, and a nice butt. I was getting to an age where
everyone's body parts were fair game.

We played a few games then went out back for hot dogs and burgers. We had
cake and I opened my presents. Ron's crotch and butt were causing my
pre-cum to get my undies wet and on more than one occasion, to spring my
boner. After enough sun we brought the party back to the rec room. We
listened to music and danced. Ron joined in so everyone would have a dance
partner. Just light dancing, fast music. Then we played a few games and
finally came spin the bottle. I never liked spin the bottle because I
didn't know what to do in a closet with a girl for 45 seconds. Then Amy
spoke up.

"Remember the new rules, you go in the closet who ever the bottle points
to." I couldn't believe this, that means I could end up in the closet with
a boy. This was EPIC.

"Is that how it's played now?" I asked. They all agreed. Well it didn't
matter, I got a girl, Kate. We didn't get carried away, I didn't touch her
but we decided to kiss. A quick peck on the lips. We giggled and came out
early. Jeremy got Tom. Would love to have been in there with them. We could
hear them laughing the whole time. Everyone got lute bags and their parents
came and picked them up.

Aunt Kay, Ron and I helped clean up. Aunt Kay and mom did the back yard and
the kitchen. Mom told Ron and I to do the rec room. Ron opened the closet.

"What's in here anyway?  There was nothing, just a tiny empty closet.

" I wonder if anyone did anything in here at all."

"I kissed Kate."

"This is a broom closet, how did you even fit" Ron stepped in and pulled me
in and shut the door.

"Just like that, we both fit in." Only thing was my crotch was touching his
leg and his crotch was touching my leg.

"Then I gave Kate a real quick kiss, like this."  Ron is taller but I
reached up and just pecked his lips. He bent his head down and said.

"It shouldn't have been a peck, it should be like this." His lips met mine
and he moved them around a bit and moved his hard cock against my leg the
opened his mouth. I pushed my boner harder onto his leg, then he used both
his hands and went through my hair and his tongue was in my mouth. I played
with his butt then we got into it with passion. We were humping each other
and I played with his butt crack when he moved to my neck and didn't know
he gave me a hickey. Finally I brought my hand to his crotch as he did the
same to me and we got lost playing with each other's cock. We were both as
hard as it gets. We heard mom and Kay at the back door so we left the
closet and checked out each other's boner.

"Your getting big dude, did you know when I used to baby sit you I used to
play with your junk while I jerked off when I was reading you bedtime
stories?"

"I did, sometimes I pretended to be sleeping."

"You little fucker, You Knew?!! You were only 5 to 9 when I used to sit
you."

	"Then I laughed, "Don't you remember one time I was 6 or 7 your leg
was up a bit and my hand was under it and your balls were banging my hand,
then you got stiff and dropped your leg and you got jizz on me, and I wiped
it on your undies and felt your hard dick.?" That was the first time I ever
felt a hard dick. Then one night I had a friend over, Billy who was only 5
and you were playing with him too."

	"Well there you go, the secrets out, but you knew that all the
time, didn't you?"

	"Knew what?"

	"That I like little boys, especially under ten."

	"I didn't know that, there's a teacher in my school who likes
little boys. Does that mean I'm too old for you now?"

	Ron came up behind me, and ran his fingers up and down my bum
crack, "You'll never be too old for me."

	When I went to school the next day the kids were talking about my
party and all said it was great. I asked Tom and Jeremy what they were
giggling about in the closet. Jeremy said he went to kiss Tom and he pulled
away and they both started to giggle. Tom said I'm not kissing you and
Jeremy said, he would have kissed Tom and Tom went to his desk. I asked
Jeremy, what about me and he said any time. I invited Jeremy over a few
times for a sleep over and we stayed up most of the night making out and
playing with each other's junk. I even got him to pee on my PJs a bit while
I showed him how to jerk off.

	About two months later I got home from school early and when I got
in the house mom was coming down stairs and asked why I was home early. I
told her we had a practice for Confirmation and we got out early. When I
went into my room, I could smell a real strong smell of piss. Well it
wasn't me, my piss doesn't smell. Must be Uncle Johnny's. I got
excited. When I went down to the kitchen, I asked mom if uncle Johnny had
been here and she said no. That's funny I thought, so I went back to my
room and started looking around and when I looked in my laundry basket and
found a pair of my jeans that were soaking wet and smelled so bad with
piss. I couldn't believe it. I went down stairs to see if my brother was
home. No he wasn't, his piss smells strong. OK I thought, I'll have to set
up my cam and see who goes into my room. Dad was at work since I went to
school and was not home yet. I put my wet pants back into my laundry basket
and went down to help mom with supper and in a short while dad and Paul got
home. The next morning I set up my webcam and disabled my monitor, mouse
and keyboard.

	When I got home from school all my clothes were washed and pressed
and in my dresser and closet. I re activated my keyboard, mouse and
monitor. I looked in my laundry basket and it was empty. I turned on the
monitor and saw that my webcam was still on. I stopped it and slid the
progress bar back till I saw movement and there was mom making my bed and
putting clothes away. I went back further in time and was totally shocked
at what I saw. My heart was pounding and my face has very hot which means
it must have been very red.

	I watched as mom went into my laundry basket and took out my wet
jeans and put them on my bed. Then she went into my dresser and got a clean
pair of my jeans and put them over my wet ones, then she got on my bed and
lifted her skirt and got over my jeans and pissed on them for the longest
time. After a very long pee she rubbed the piss all over. She even pissed
the legs and turned the jeans over and pissed on the ass. Holy FUCK. My
heart pounded. Then she rubbed my soaking jeans all over her face. I walked
around my room wondering what I saw and what to do. The fact that I've been
pissing myself since I was 10 is the only thing that kept me from smashing
everything. What is this? Mom's don't piss their kid's jeans. At the same
time I had a boner. She took all my clothes and bedding out of the room
only to return much later with them washed and ironed. She made the bed and
folded all my clothes and put them away.

	Now I had to figure what to do. First thing I did was turn to my
porn page and jerk off and piss onto the crotch of my good school pants. I
didn't care. My school pants are grey and wetness shows up dark dark grey
or black so there is no hiding it. I walked around more looking in the
mirror seeing how hot I looked in wet pants, and rubbed my body all over. I
like how tight my body feels after I cum. They say don't jerk off or have
sex before an important game, well I'm the opposite. After I cum I have too
much energy, I do better on exams if I jerk off first. I run faster and
play better ball if I jerk off first, so I don't know what they are talking
about. I had to finally let mom know I caught her so now don't bitch if I'm
wet. At supper mom and dad and Paul all knew something was different. Mom
doesn't know yet that I saw her but she was different. I was on a mission
so I was different. You could cut the air with a knife. The picture of
mom's hard piss stream and the sound of it hitting my jeans would not leave
my mind. Actually it was erotic. My boner would not go down. With my cock
going up and down so much, my undies were getting wet with my pre-cum.

	After supper I went to my room and put my wet school pants back on
and jerked and pissed on them again. I felt so good because no one better
walk in and say anything about my cum covered or wet pants.

	I went into the vid of mom again and opened the edit feature and
cut out the part where she went into my hamper and made a new vid of the
whole thing and put it on a loop. It was 12 minutes long. The next morning
just as I was going to school I played the vid to let it loop all day, and
left the monitor on. I'm sure that mom will see it even if she's just
passing my room. I couldn't think all day in school. I don't even remember
the day going by. The vibrating of the school bus, for the 1st time since
grade two, failed to give me a boner. This was unreal. When I got home I
was shaking and my heart pounding. Mom gave me a very pleasant hello and
how was school as I passed the kitchen to my room.

	The smell was completely gone, my laundry basket was empty, my
clothes were all clean and put away. I took some jeans out and smelled
them, so fresh. My computer was ripped apart, every cable and plug pulled
out. I put it all together and nothing was broken or missing. It was
obvious that mom saw the video and knew that I knew she pissed on my
jeans. Now is the time to deal with it. I was wearing the school pants I
pissed yesterday so I sat at my computer and opened some porn of boys
pissing themselves and jerking their loads as I jerked off and pissed the
front of my grey pants again. I left my cum, lumps and all on the front of
my pants then studied myself in the mirror again like yesterday. I took my
shirt off and fixed my hair. The excitement about what I was going to do
gave me a beautiful boner which I swung to my right like uncle Johnny
does. When My cock aches at the base and my balls are sore I know I'm ready
for anything. When I feel like this in the mall I go to the bathroom and
stand at a urinal and let everyone see my cock and stroke it hard and wet
my pants till I shoot my cum onto my wet pants. Before I went down stairs
to confront mom I spit a huge gob of spit onto the front of my jeans to
work up my anger. I spit another huge gob of spit right on my crotch again,
it was pure white and then went to the kitchen. Mom's mouth was open as she
couldn't miss grey wet pants with cum and spit toppings. I went to the
silver drawer and started to set the table when mom said.

	"What are you doing?"

	"Setting the table."

	"Don't you think you should wash your hands first?"

	"Why?"

	She looked down at mt pants. The fact that she looked keeps my
boner rock hard. I looked down too and thought how fucking hot.

	"Piss and Cum?" she asked.

	Oh That, No, didn't you know piss is sterile? No germs or
bacteria. Astronauts drink their piss, saves shipping water. They filter it
first but it's safe. But if it makes you more comfortable, I'll wash my
hands." I went to the sink and washed then used Purell.

	"OK Joe, what the fuck are you doing? What the fuck do you want?
Hurry up, dad will be home."

	"Nothing much mom. If you can piss my jeans, so can I. I love
pissing my jeans which I've been doing on purpose since I was 10. Don't I
look sharp, or hot or horny? Uncle Johnny wears wet pants, I saw him. I
wasn't asleep a few years ago when you had that party for Bert and
Ivey. Johnny was standing right by my door and he had pissed himself and
you were standing there talking to him. Then two years later I saw Johnny
pissing and jerking off on my jeans, you sent him packing the next day back
to Aunt Kay. What you didn't know was I pissed those jeans first to bate
Johnny to piss and cum on my jeans and he went for it.

	Then mom yelled at me, like she never did before.

	"Is that what you want for the rest of your life, people pissing
all over you?"

	"YES MOM I DO. You have no idea how many people who have already
pissed on me and soaked me to the bones and how I went to bed dreaming of
when it can happen again. I FUCKING LOVE IT AND CAN'T GET ENOUGH PISS. I've
heard the stories over that last few years. I know that you like pissing,
but I'm gay, a fag, queer. If I wanted a woman to piss on me or my clothes,
I would be straight. Your straight, you got caught up because uncle Johnny,
even though he's straight, loves pissing. I know 3 people who are straight
but like piss. You got to like piss because when you and Johnny were in
your early teens, you were 3 years younger and you used to watch him trying
to learn to jerk off at which time he like to piss himself just like
me. You felt bad when Grandma spanked him. You like the look of Johnny, and
any boys in pissed pants that's why dad always gave me shit for it but you
always protected me from the beatings he wanted to give me. You like the
way I look right this minute,,,,DON'T YOU? You told someone one day that on
their honeymoon, Aunt Kay was in the bathroom getting ready for uncle
Johnny and when she came out, he went in and she went back in for something
and there he was jerking off in his freshly pissed jeans. Well I'm the
same. That's why I got boners when I was 10. You took me to a doctor but I
was getting these early boners because it turned me on so much that you
noticed I was wet. I loved pissing myself years before I could jerk
off. Look at my cock right now. It's been rock hard all this time because
you noticed my pissed pants. I don't want you to do anything about it, I'll
settle that when I get to my room.

	There was along pause, and I like a fool started to cry. Mom hugged
me and asked what do we do.

	"I just want to be able to wear wet pants. I won't let dad see. I
want to be able to be with uncle Johnny. He loves me and I love him and we
both know what we want to do if we ever get even one minute to
ourselves. There is no problem with Paul. He has seen me in wet pants, he
doesn't even care."

	Mom sat down to think, I knew not to interrupt as she was going to
compromise. Mom lightly pushed me back a few feet so she could take in the
whole picture. She studied my crotch for a long time and with the back of
her hand she very slowly gave me one stoke from the top of my belt,
straight down my zipper cover, over my hard bulge and down to my balls,
then put her hand on her lap.

	"One thing is for sure. Your right, your Hot when your wet. I check
every time hoping against all odds that you will be wet or stained with
cum. To me, there is nothing more beautiful than a boy with wet pants. I
totally cannot control myself, I'm sick. I wish your dad was like that.Doe
that make me a bad person? With your dad it's white socks. Don't tell him I
told you. Can I have a hug, are we good?"

	We hugged, my still rock, hard boner against her leg. She kissed me
and promised to stay out of my room. I'm 13 now and need that space. I
promised that I would tell her everything sexual I do or think so she won't
think I'm hiding anything as long as I can be free to wet my pants and jerk
my cum onto them. We heard dad pull in the drive. Mom went to the kitchen I
put clean jeans on. I'll put my school pants on again after supper and jerk
off and piss them again then wash them for school.

	The next day when I came home from school, I started to piss my
pants as I got up to get off the bus. When I came up the drive they were
wet and mom was looking out the window with a big smile. She let me sit in
the living room and watch TV in my wet pants because I only wet the front
of my pants, never my bum unless I'm dumping my full tank of piss somewhere
else. As I sat on the couch I pulled out my cock and jerked off. When I'm
totally relaxed I get a good load of cum, full of lumps which I love. When
I heard dad I got up and showed mom my pants then went to my room to
change. Just before I left my room to go to the kitchen, I turned back,
pulled out my cock and let a few good shots of piss re soak the crotch of
my school pants. I'm going to want them good and wet when I come back after
supper to do it all again.

	This new freedom went on for two months. Dad caught me twice but
didn't say anything, as my pants weren't really that wet, although my
undies were very wet. Mom and Aunt Kay wanted to go to the casino one
Saturday at the falls. It's a full day from about 8am to close to 10pm. Dad
wanted to watch the Blue Jays game at 1pm so I planned our day, he didn't
know yet. In the morning around 9 I jerked off at the computer and let some
piss get on my crotch with my cum. I remembered what mom said about dad and
white socks so I put on a clean white Tee shirt and white socks, then
around 1pm went to the living room with my cell and sat sideways on the
couch with my back resting on the arm. A few minutes later dad came with a
beer and a small glass. He poured some beer into the glass and handed it to
me. He said mom's gone for the day so I could sip on one while the game is
on. He warned me not to tell mom or I'm dead. It only takes a few sips for
a 13 year old to buzz. He happened to look at my pants and noticed that
they must have been wet earlier. Again he didn't say anything. He let me
rest my feet against his leg. My knees were up so when we talked I had to
spread my knees to see him. Toronto was behind in no time, usual for
them. I played with my phone and dad played with my feet.

	It took me a while to notice that I was enjoying it. It wasn't long
before dad was on his third beer. I sipped mine it taste gross but I could
feel something happening which drew my attention to my crotch. I was
letting little squirts of piss wet my jeans. My undies were soaked. My junk
was wet and warm and my cock was hard. When we talked I spread my legs and
put my hand on my crotch so dad wouldn't notice fresh piss in my jeans. One
time I forgot and dad could see the party in my pants when I spread my
legs. My balls were hanging low and were sore which I loved, My boner was
rock hard and where the head was pressing against my jeans there was a
large beautiful flow of pre-cum, and I was drunk. Dad pointed to my crotch.

	"So, is this going to be your fetish?"

	"What's a fetish?" I asked as I look at my crotch. I noticed how
beautiful I must look. Boner spewing thick shiny syrupy pre-cum over my
pants, bag of nuts at the bottom and me with a full bladder waiting to piss
and cum over everyone and everything.

	"A fetish is something people like to do while having sex, like
some people like pain, some like to be tied up, some like to be humiliated,
and some, like you and say uncle Johnny, like to be wet, sometimes in the
shower or pool or river and some like to piss themselves. Is that you?" I
felt so ashamed and bad. Nobody ever said it like that before. Lost my
boner and closed my lags. That worked well, dad must be proud of himself. I
thought a lot about the whole thing and came back to the start. I spread my
legs open.

	"Dad?"

	"Yes son."

	"When you were my age, did you ever have a fetish?" Dad thought for
a moment.

	"Well actually not really, if you could call it a fetish. I love
feet in white socks." Holy fuck, there it was. Mom said that. Feet and
white socks, dad has been playing with my feet for and hour. I didn't say
anything but dad went back to the game and I moved around a bit and
stretched moving my feet from the side of his leg, placing the heel of one
of my feet on top of his leg. I watched as he played with that foot with
two hands. I turned my camera on and zoomed into my foot and watched him
play while my boner came back. Then I noticed it, as dad was playing with
my foot his right hand would every now and then rub his crotch. My dad
never has a bulge but I could see one now. Then I noticed that he using the
palm of his hand push his cock down hard, and it would move back and then
in a while he pushed it again, and again, then take hold of it and pull
down on it. My pants were starting to get wet. Then he pushed his butt a
few inched forward lowering his back but raising his crotch. I slowly let
my knees spread and started playing slowly with my crotch. I put my other
heel on top of dad's leg and let it go a bit further to rest it on his
crotch. HOLY FUCK, a fucking boner in dad's pants. At that same instant dad
raised his crotch.

	I waited a fair bit and noticed things we were both doing. When
there was an exciting play in the game dad would move his crotch up a lot
and I would press down with my heel and dad's left hand had found it's way
to my leg. I was numb and my mind was racing. Was I going to touch dad's
cock today or better still was he going to touch mine. I didn't realize my
left heel was moving back and to over the roundness of dad's very hard cock
and he was now making the rise and fall of his crotch obvious. I was now
pushing hard on his boner and he put his hand on my foot to push my heel
harder against it. He put his head back and closed his eyes. His left hand
was now on my thigh and moving and I was pissing more and soon dad's hand
was going to be wet. Finally I stretched both my legs onto dad's cock and
kept moving them and dad's whole hand was now on my soaking crotch with his
thumb under my balls trying to find my asshole, which he did and pushed
hard as hell on my jeans to see how much thumb he could get up my hole. His
finger grabbed hard on my boner and got soaked as I pissed hard. He moved
his soaking finger up and down in an effort to jerk my cock. I was totally
in heaven.

	We didn't talk while we played with each other. He moaned a lot. He
kept grabbing my whole crotch and pulling it hard up and down then he
applied pressure to my nuts when finally he spoke.

	"Where did you get these nuts from?, and this cock and so fast?" I
pulled his leg towards the couch and was able to reach his crotch. He
brought his other leg to it so I put my hand on his bulge. He moaned and
loved it moving hi crotch up and down. I found cock, boy was it hard. I
never ever saw dad with a boner. I stoked hard then went for his nuts,
actually he was a lot smaller that I but I love his junk. In panic mode dad
tried to unzip me so I took my cock out for him. It was all slimy with a
lot of my syrupy pre-cum all over it. He played with my soaking undies and
balls.

	"Your stuff is bigger than mine, how did that happen?"

	"I think when you took me to the doctors when I was 10, had
something to do with it. After that my cock just got longer and longer."

	"And fatter too." Dad said. I found dad's zipper already open and
he wears boxers so it was easy for me to pull his cock and nuts out. Wow I
was in love.

	"Are you crying son?"

	"I love this dad. What a beautiful cock you have." I started
stroking his cock as he was still stroking mine. I was getting close so I
just let a lot of piss flow. I thought dad would get mad but he enjoyed
it. As I was getting close I lifted my butt and dad moved his hand under my
bum to catch and squeeze the load of piss filling my jeans as it flowed
like a tap onto the couch again pushing his thumb as far up my ass as
possible even shoving my undies and jeans in. I felt dad getting excited
then he started to stand up. While I stroked his hardening cock I pulled
him over me and pointed it right at my crotch. He squeezed my cock harder
as he stiffened his whole body and announced that it was cuming.

	Dad's cum didn't shoot out, maybe because he's older. It hopped
out. It was fucking EPIC. This huge wad of pure white cum hopped out of his
cock and SPLAT right on my crotch followed by two more. It was a beautiful
sight to behold. Just then I lifted my groin high in the air like I always
do when the shooting starts. I shot three shots all landing on my crotch
and the rest just flowed out over dad's fist and ran down over his fingers
to pool on mt jeans. We both made a lot of noise.

	We were both panting. Dad's cock went soft the instant he came,
mine as usual stays hard so dad just kept stroking. I lay there feeling the
joy of boy and dad spent all over myself. Pre-cum, piss and cum. I took a
pic of my jeans. I used my fingers to start eating dad's cum. Dad and I at
least have that in common. Lots of pure white thick cum. Dad leaned in and
sucked up cum and piss. Finally I was able to talk.

	"Dad,I think I totally trashed the couch."

	"We ca fix that." He said.

	"Can you stand up son?"

	"Yeah."  Dad pulled the rug back so I could stand on the wood
floor. We stood in front of each other as dad took hold of my junk.

	"This is fucking beautiful, what a cock. I t must be over 7 inches
and these nuts are like chicken eggs. I see why your bulge in any pants is
just too fucking big. I should have left you to sagging your jeans like
before. Does everyone ever want to fuck you?"

	"Well actually dad they do. Even Ron across the street when he came
to my party, he left his girlfriend out of it then French kissed me and
played with my junk."

	"Jesus, Isn't he 24 or something?"

	"26 dad. But I like him, don't say anything please."

	"I'm not going to talk, I'm near 40.,,Who's next?"

	"Uncle Johnny." Dad was still examining my junk and pulled my
soaking jeans down and started playing with my butt.

	"Uncle Johnny? Fuck that will be a task for you. Your mother and I
talked about him last year, that's why we keep him away. I know your hot
and everyone knows he's hot for you, always has been. He's a beautiful
specimen of a man. Huge mother fucking cock that is hungry all the time. I
know it's just a matter of time. Look at how big your nuts are, fuck you
only just turned 13. Dad found my asshole, licked hid middle finger and
worked it into my ass. He was breathing heavy. Pre-cum was running into my
pulled down jeans like a tap.

	"Dad, dad, I have to jerk off again."  I started stroking my cock,
dad went deep deep deep into my ass. Boy this felt good. Then he got on his
knees and started sucking me off, his hand going under my nuts and back up
to my asshole. The harder I pushed my cock down his throat, the harder up
my ass he went eventually getting two fingers in then finally three. It was
beautiful. I told him I was going to shoot. He got out of the way and I had
to point my cock down to aim it into my jeans. It was so hard I thought it
was going to break but I got it. The cum just shot and shot.

	Dad picked up my phone and said he wanted pictures. He asked me how
it worked and he took a picture of my boner.

	"How's that?" Beautiful, then I showed him how to use your fingers
to close in on any part of the picture. Naturally in my demo I closed in on
my cock head. He let out a big WOW, no wonder you kids love these
cameras. He asked if he could hide these pics in his computer. I told him
yes, well he took about 30 pics, even one of my asshole and one of my nuts
holding a chicken egg beside them with the egg box that read "Jumbo", told
me a hundred times he was proud of me. Then he lay on the floor under me
and took a pic from the floor of my nut sack, boner and butt with my taint
at the center.

	"What do I do now dad?"

	"Just take everything off and leave on the floor." He removed the
seat cover on the couch and we took everything to the laundry room,
including the seat sponge. He put everything into the wash and the seat
sponge into the dryer with one of those conditioning sheets. I suggested
not using soap in the wash, mom will smell the soap.

	Over the next three months dad and I had 3 more jerk off events. It
was on the third event that something changed. While we were jerking off,
only the TV lit the room. I could see Ron across the road in his living
room with all the lights on. He was sitting on the couch but I could only
see his shoulders and head. I noticed he kept letting his head fall to the
back of the couch so I watched to discover, he was jerking off. His arm was
pounding the hell out of his cock which just made me work harder and faster
on dad's cock. I think dad and I were about three quarters close to
shooting when I noticed Ron stood up and walked to the next room while
stroking his cock. The next room had no light on but I could see what he
was doing because of the light from the living room. He stood over and arm
chair and let his cum fly all over the arm chair. He was clearly breathing
heavy and looking at his cock and licking his fingers then he just stood
there and suddenly he started pissing all over the armchair then the
rug. Fuck that made my load shoot. Then he was pissing on the floor and
then himself. I didn't know he was a pisser, fuck he made me horny.

	I was still stroking dad's cock waiting for his beautiful load of
cum when my eyes stray from Ron to the attic room above the room he was
in. There was no light but I saw a reflection. It wasn't a light, then I
saw it again, only for a second. Dad was getting ready to cum. The
reflection was two perfectly round circles. The reflection was coming from
a streetlight from our side of the street and the two circles were
glass. They were binoculars. Someone was spying on me and dad. Just then
dad's usual large pure white wads of cum hopped out onto my pants where my
cum was. FUCKING EPIC.

	I got to thinking that if the person was using binoculars he didn't
have a camera and it had to be Ron's dad as his mom was out as I
recall. Ron's dad was tall and fat, never showered or cleaned his hair. I
had to figure a way of blocking any idea he may have like calling the
police, or the children's aid as I'm only just 13. I wanted Ron so bad now
more than ever. Through the night I came up with a plan. The next day I
asked dad for a favor, he couldn't ask any questions. I took him to the
crawl space with a pair of my jeans and put the on the floor, crotch facing
down. I got him to piss over the jeans, first on the ass then anywhere else
if he had any pee left. When he was finished I had a boner. Then I asked
him to soak the front tomorrow then just leave them there to dry for a
couple of days. I told him I would let him know everything later. The smell
was strong, just what I wanted.

	That night I heard a different sound somewhere in the house late a
night. This is getting to bug me now that I think about it, I was hearing
it night after night, so I got up and went hunting. It took a while and now
I can sleep knowing what it is. Mom and dad are fucking almost every
night. This was hot, in fact it gave me boners now that I know what it is.

	On Wednesday night my plan foe Ron's dad starts. I put on the
pissed jeans from the crawl space, put on white socks, no undies and a
clean shirt. Combed my hair nice and brushed my teeth. I stunk like the
consummate piss pig. I got a computer book from my room and went out the
side door. I stood in the dark and worked up my boner as hard as I could
get it and pushed it down the right side over my leg. It was so hard it was
pulling my jeans sideways. Then I went to Ron's house knowing he was out
with his mom at bingo, took a deep breath, could feel my heart
pounding. Mr. Brown opened the door.

	"Joseph, how are you?"

	"Fine Mr. Brown, is Ron home?"

	"Come on in." I stepped in making sure he could see my boner.

	"He's out with his mom, won't be home for about three hours, they
just left. What ya got there.?"  I wanted to say a fucking rock hard boner
to tease you with Mr. Fucker, but I held up the book.

	"Nothing sir, I wanted to show Ron something but I can get him at
another time."

	"Come on in and sit, would you like a pop? I have Root Beer."

	"I Love Root Beer."  He was in the kitchen I placed my phone
against the lamp on the table next to me, with the camera running and the
mic off. He came back with a Root Beer and a Canadian Molson's Beer for
himself. I was already full to the top with piss but I have a plan.

I noticed a joint on the table, not out of order, weed is legal in
Canada. I put the book on the coffee table making sure to keep my boner and
stinky pants near Mr. Brown sitting to my right.

	"You smell just like my son's room"

	"I do?" Mr. Brown bent over and put his face almost resting on my
crotch. I put my hands in the air and sat way back, to make the camera see
that I seem to be protesting his action. He asked if I wanted a small bit
of weed. I said please.

	"How old are you?"

	"13."

	"You can only have a bit."

	"I've had weed before." ( I Lied)

	"Your pants smell like piss."

	"I know."

	"What?"

	"I save piss, I like it."

	"Really?"  We smoked the weed, I drew in long and strong so I could
get stoned.

	"You should see how hard a few loads of piss makes the fabric."  He
started to feel the fabric then naturally touched my boner. I put my head
back and raised my crotch into his hand. Then he stroked it for a while.

	"Wow Mr. Brown, you know how to handle cock."

	"I went to a boys Catholic school, cocks I know."

	"If you contribute to my piss collection, I'' let you blow me." He
stood up in front of me and went for his zipper.

	"Hold it, do you really want to?"

	"I do now."

	"Do you have any kind of rope?"

	"I do"

	"If you want to piss on me and blow me you have to tie me up, I
love being forced."  He went into the next room and came back with rope. He
tied me up, not very well but enough. He undid his zipper and started
pissing all over my crotch. When he was done he pulled out my boner and
with his cock still out he got down on his knees and started sucking and
stroking my cock. I told him to slap my face and he did. He fell into the
whole bit. Then I started to struggle and shouted,

	"Oh No, Oh No. Fuck, stop, we're in trouble.  He stopped and looked
around. I broke free and ran towards Ron's room. Then I stopped and started
crying and crying.

	"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

	"The fucking phone, the fucking phone is on."  I picked up my
phone.

	"I saw the reflection in the window, the camera is on, the fucking
camera is watching us. I noticed my boner was still hard so I put it back
into my pants in front of the camera which clearly noticed my soaking wet
pants.

	"Well that's OK we can just erase it."

	"We can but that won't do any good. Dad's going to fucking kill
me. Jesus I'm dead." I couldn't believe how good I felt in pissed jeans,
with a fucking rock hard boner ready to fire it's load and being stoned.

	"Dad has Child Alert on my phone. It sends a copy of all my calls,
incoming and out going, plus all text I send and receive and all pics and
videos to his computer. Even if I erase it, he gets it." God I felt EPIC. I
pretended to cry more and more.

	"I have to get home and see if I can delete it from dad's computer
or I'll have to steal his computer or something. I GOTTA GO!!!!  I cried
harder and ran for the door.

	"Please don't tell Ron, I'll let you know what happens. With that I
ran out the door and across the street. I ran into the garage to go into
the side door. I was at the back of the garage but didn't enter the
house. I was calm again I had completely achieved my goal. I wanted
Mr. Brown to think dad might or could see Mr. Brown molesting me so he
couldn't say anything about dad and I jerking off as he had no video. His
report would be hear say. (I think).

Just then the door opened, it was mom.

	"I saw you running from Ron's house. I told you before, you look so
hot in pissed jeans. I could see your hard on from the kitchen window. Did
you have a fight with him and ARE YOU STONED?"

	"Mom, Ron's not home and yes I'm stoned right out of my tree. I was
with Ron's dad." I completely lost my boner. I asked her where dad was, he
was sleeping in front of the TV.

	"Your gonna be mad at me, but dad and I have been jerking each
other off." Mon screamed in a whisper.

	"I KNEW IT, I FUCKING KNEW IT." I told mom the whole story from
where she told me dad liked white socks and feet to how Mr. Brown saw us
and how I got dad to piss my jeans to I could tease Mr. Brown and how
Mr. Brown can't say anything to anyone because I have this video.

	"You fucking like collecting videos, don't you."

	"I can't think of anything else to do, Mr. Brown could split out
whole family.

	"You owe me, you fucking owe me. You have my video and now his
video, you get to wear your pissed pants around and piss and jerk off
anywhere anytime you want, and now dad's not going to say anything if your
wet and on top of all that your brother Paul sneaks into your bed, God
knows what's going on there, is he fucking you, like up the ass?"

	"No, he never has, we just enjoy sleeping together with boners and
sometimes we jerk off. He jerks off a lot when I'm asleep, but I love him."

	"YEAH, and what does mom get? FUCK ALL. Don't you think I need
something?"

	"I don't know, you know we can never have sex, I'm gay, 100% fag,
you know QUEER. I'm going to get a tee shirt with QUEER on it front and
back, and in small print I LOVE COCK & PISS.  I have nothing to offer you
mom."

	"You Do." I froze.

	"You Do."

	"What?"

	"You never have to touch me."

	"Only say once a month."

	`WHAT Mom?" Finally in a low voice she whispered in my ear,

	"I would die and go to heaven if you just let me watch you while
your pissing your pants."  I looked her close to her face.

	"That's it?"

	"Yes, that's it."

	"I always have lots and lots of piss."

	"Are you kidding me? Like or would you really let me watch while
you just stand there and just latterly soak your pants, I would love that
and wouldn't ask for nothing more, and I won't interfere with what you and
dad have going, or if you and uncle Johnny get something going, and
Paul. By the way, Paul actually wants to fuck you in your ass, I thought he
already was but I saw a text of his. I would only hope you would wait till
your older, but Paul is totally restricted and busting to fuck. Please Son,
that's all I'm asking, PERIOD.

	"I actually don't have a problem with that, I love pissing myself,
you know that, actually kind of hot. Nothing else though."

	"Oh I love you, I love you. There was a pause then, "When,,,when do
you think we can start?"

	"How about now, I'm busting and I'm already wet anyways."  Mom got
all excited.

	"REALLY, right now?"  I looked down at my crotch. I had to piss so
bad I had let some piss out while we were talking to relieve the
pressure. Mom stood back a bit and looked down at it too.

	"Is dad still asleep?" Mom pushed the door a bit.

	"Sound asleep."

	"OK, I'm ready." We both stood there watching my crotch. It became
clear nothing was going to happen. I put my hand down my pants and pulled
my cock up into an upright position. The piss was right there but nothing.

	"Maybe you don't have to go."

	"I do mom, I'm busting, like your going to need a boat, I'm full as
I can ever be. I don't know what's wrong. Move closer,,,,,OK put your hand
on the front of my pants." We waited,,,,,and waited,,,,,"Move your hand
around. I don't have undies on .OK it's coming, it's gonna come." And as
mom moved my junk the piss came shooting out the top of my jeans, soaking
her hand. She stepped back to watch but didn't let go making all kinds of
sounds of joy. She squeezed harder as the flow increased. My legs were
soaking and my shoes were full. She put her other hand under my butt from
the back to bring my piss up my butt crack. The whole event was totally
EPIC. FUCK THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL. The piss wasn't stopping and mom was going
nuts. Speaking of which she grabbed my nuts and remarked how big they
were. The puddle on the garage floor was huge when my stream started to
Slow. Mom and I were both breathing heavy when it all stopped. I was still
stoned. I pulled my zipper down and pulled my cock out and took less that a
minute to jack off my load all over myself. I stood in front of mom with a
huge smile and a boner to go with it licking cum off my hand. I took cum
off my jeans and ate it. Mom was still coming down from the rush.

	"What now mom."

	"Just take everything off and drop them on the floor and go shower,
I'll take care of this."  I took of my tee shirt first then my shoes and
socks. Finally my jeans, they never held so much piss. I took the crotch
and washed my face as I sucked out some piss, and squeezed my jeans over my
hair soaking it. I love piss in my hair. As a joke I hung my pants on my
boner and swung them back and to from left to right, the let them drop
right in the middle of my piss puddle. Mom pushed the door in and checked
on dad.

	"OK all clear." I entered the door.

	"Joseph?" I stopped and turned back soaking wet and my boner, as
usual showing no sign of going down. This was the absolute best jean piss
and jerk off I ever had. No 13 year old will ever match that. Weed is legal
in Canada. Dad doesn't like weed, he like good old fashion beer. Mom like
weed, I'll have to get her to let me have a bit for what would come to be
our regular jean pissing sessions.

	"Joseph, you look fucking beautiful just standing there. Every inch
of you is just so fucking perfect. Your dad has been having his way with me
since you and he started playing around, I knew he was doing something as
he hasn't touched me in two years. I know when we go to bed he'll want it
again, but I won't tell him that the only picture in my mind is what I'm
looking at right now. I love you."

"I love you too mom." And I left. I didn't shower, I put cleans jeans on
and sat at the computer and jerked off again. I went to bed later without
showering, I love letting my piss just dry. I like the way my hair looks
the next day with a kind of stiffness to it.


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