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Before I get into this chapter I must make clear a few things.
My story started when I was ten years old, as you have read. As I went through each phase of my sexual development the onus was on each person I came in contact with to say no. Mother Nature or God (Take your pick) designed sex to protect our existance, that's why it feels so great and makes us want to do it again and again. Who ever designed the thrill of the orgasm could have said this all starts when your 18, not when your 9 or 10. So don't stop us. A child is looking to satisfy his urges and curiousities and will always agree to any advances the older person makes. When I was twelve and got caught by the priest in the hall with my undies wet and my hand down my pants stroking my cock knowing that, what I didn't know about my feelings was about to happen, I could suddenly feel it starting to happen. Is it plausible to think the I, a 12-year-old boy would stop the priest when he puts his hand down my pants. Not a chance. I actually moved in closer to accommodate his access. I wanted this huge urge and curiosity solved. Even a straight boy is more likely to let the event take place if he was on the doorstep of discovery like I was.
Yes, we're sick but we love it. Everyone in my family and all our relatives knew that my straight, married uncle and I wanted into each other's pants, at least four years before it actually happened. He was a jean pisser and from the time I was ten, I was a jean pisser thanks to seeing him in wet jeans. Over the years my uncle and I may have displayed body language or done or said things in our own lives that tipped people off, and when I was fourteen, or close to it our first jean pissing event took place. Not a sigle person, including mom and dad and all our relatives was surprised when it happened. To this day when my uncle and I are at the same family event, people, even his wife, my aunt Kay knew that one or both of us will be wet to some degree and know without a doubt that if they look around and we're both not there that it's likely that we're together doing something sexual somewhere. You will read about us a few chapters from now.
My family after all these years know much of what I'm telling you in these stories. We're not proud that sexually, all of us are dysfunctional.
At the begining I didn't explain very well what my jean pissing habits were. Some of my readers have asked how I run around school, the mall or go to theaters and even church with wet pants so I think before I continue I should explain the levels of wetness I use. I never just get up in the morning and piss. I release a small bit through my undies as there is always that morning pressure. From there I save the rest for whatever piss thing I'm going to do that day. When my undies start to dry I let a tiny bit of piss out to stay wet. So here are my four pissing levels.
LEVEL (1) Wetting my undies. I love the way wet undies feel against my junk. If after my initial morning undie piss they start to dry I just let a tiny bit of piss out to keep me fresh and wet. I can, if I want, keep that up all day. If I end up with too much piss and desperation sets in, I'll go to a urinal, and pull my undies through my fly followed by my cock and piss through my undies until the pressure is gone. Then I squeeze my undies and put them and my cock back into my pants. I sag my jeans or pants just an inch or two inches so the wet undies don't touch and soak through to my pants. Then no one knows I'm enjoying the day being wet. If I want to be completely dry, I wear a condom to collect the large amounts of pre-cum that I have been getting since before I was 12. I'll tell you later what I do with all the pre-cum I save. It'l be good theropy for your boner.
LEVEL (2) There are times when I'm horny and I may actually want some wet to show through to my jeans or grey school pants, or any pants for that matter. I absolutely love when anyone notices that my pants are damp or wet. I get a boner right away if I think you noticed that I'm wet. It is actually SO FUCKING EPIC. I love that more than just wetting myself. I get a lot of action even from straight boys or men. Being gay has nothing to do with having the desire to piss yorself. What I do is when sitting in class, a theatre or even church, I touch myself and my wet undies leave a damp spot on my crotch. The more I touch the bigger the spot gets. I like to work from under my crotch where my zipper ends and work my way up and around my fly. I usually do this when I'm hitting on somebody or at family events or parties or when I'm on the school bus.
LEVEL (3) Wet Pants. Once my undies are wet and my pants are damp, I may want to outright piss my pants, just the front. This is WET, not damp. I do this a lot when riding my bike on the boardwalk or at the park. Sometimes in theatres, at dances or at parties. I'm usually smoked up. I love wetting myself on the subway or city bus or streetcar. Mom likes to see me in wet pants. You have read about that in chapter (3). A lot of times when I'm horny in public, I'll go to a public washroom and go up to a urinal and pull my cock out and take my time stroking. I don't care at this point if people see what I'm doing. Some people look and go, some watch, that's when I start letting piss flow out over my fist onto my jeans. Some people like to get close, some like to help or start on themselves. Once the comfort zone comes I like to get quite wet. Just the front of my pants get wet. Once my crotch, undies and balls are wet I stop pissing and get on with the jerking off. The cum, all the cum must land on my jeans. I eat that, sometimes with help. Sometimes someone may want to cum on my jeans. I love that.
LEVEL (4) The Flood, Like All Out Flood. Fill your badder to the max. The level is a total and constant state of desperation. I do this all the time. Once you let go you can't stop till the last drop. As I did with mom in chapter (3). THIS IS SO EPIC. This total and complete explosion of piss is followed by a beautiful jerk off. The freedom of letting every drop of piss and cum go is EPIC. Just stand there and relax and let go. In this situatond I have challenges. When I had a paper route I had to do this apartment building. I would take my bundle of papers to the top floor, then stop and litterly drop all the piss I have been saving, like a full tank which for me is a ton of piss. My jeans would be soaked waist to full shoes, front and back. Then I would deliver my papers going down each stairwell. I don't want to get caught, but did twice. It was totally fucking EPIC. The one guy signed up and is a customer who I visit a lot and shared a lot of piss action with. If I'm in public I have to get home. I have done this after school and had to stay in a stall till I'm dry enough to leave. Maybe I'm at the mall and I get so horny I end up going the whole way. Maybe I'm riding my bike, I may stop in a wooded area off the boardwalk then lay in the hot sun to dry. I've done it a lot at home as you have read. Sometimes by myself sometimes as mom watches.
So there you have it. When you read future chapters you'll have a better understanding of the piss level I'm using.
Now let's continue with Chapter (4). As my eyes opened I could hear the lawn mower and knew dad was cutting the lawn. I had to talk to dad about what I did with Ron's dad across the street last night. When I got out of bed I noticed that mom had done a laundry as my soaking wet clothes from last nights piss event were clean and pressed. When I got downstairs I saw Ron outside walking up and down with dad as they talked. Mom gave me a kiss and out the door I went, I couldn't have Ron talking to dad until I told dad the whole story.
When I got out there, Ron and I hugged as always.
"Did you bring my book?" I asked.
"Oh Yeah" He took off to his house to get it. As he left I couldn't help notice his beautiful butt crack in his cords. I used that minute to brief dad.
"Dad, don't talk to Ron about anything till I talk to you. I was at their house last night and a lot went down which I have to explain to you. Did Ron ask you any question or tell you anything yet?"
"No we were just talking about lawn care."
"Good, I thought he would be over today, didn't think he would be that early." Ron came back with my book, I saw his dad at his front door.
"Dad"
"Yes son."
"Ron and I are going inside, don't talk to his dad, please, promise?"
"I won't, promise." Ron and I went inside and right to my room. I didn't know where to start but he did. The last time we were interrupted after my party, we were making out and touching. He had just told me that he used to molest me since I was 5 when he baby sat me. He's 28 now, I'm 13. He told me at that time that he liked little boys. He didn't tell me that he liked to piss his pants. He kissed me right away and we embraced and were touching each other's cock just where we left off after my party. He started feeling my butt and crotch at the same time as he started biting my neck. He sat on my bed so I got on my knees and started chewing on his crotch. He moved up and down like crazy, then I stopped with his crotch in my mouth. He waited and I waited then he got the hint. I could feel the light flow of piss filling his crotch. Fuck it was beautiful. I squeezed his nuts and soon he was pissing lots.
I stood up and put my crotch near his face and he took it into his mouth. I didn't waste any time, I let my piss flow start and he chomped and sucked my piss out and swallowed it. I had a lot. While he was doing that he pulled his cock out, it was beautiful. He started jerking off and pissing at the same time, the piss landing on his pants. I pulled my cock out and started jerking off and when I pissed it went down my jeans and Ron leaned in and sucked my balls catching all my piss. When I was ready to cum he held my cock to his face and I plastered him.
I sat on the floor and he sat on me and jerked off letting the rest of hs ample supply of piss soak my jeans where he shot his load of cum. We fell together and embraced and kissed then he bit my neck again. We rolled around and chewed and sucked on each other's crotch consuming each other's cum and piss. I couldn't leave his body alone. He was all over mine. After about an hour we put all our clothes and bedding in the wash. I gave him a pair of Paul's jeans and put on a clean pair of mine. The room was easy to clean, I have wood floors.
We went down to the kitchen to eat, mom made us eggs and toast. Mom knew we had an all-out piss and sex event and wasn't really happy.
"Well, it looks like you boys had a lot of fun." I looked up at her and put a high note in my voice.
"Mom, can I go to the mall with Ron after the laundry is dry?"
"Certainly, supper is at 6 pm sharp, is Ron going to be here for supper?"
"No, but thank you for the offer," Ron replied. We rode our bikes to the mall and Ron started to tell me how he felt about me. We talked about his girlfriend.
"She doesn't like piss. You know once when you were 9 and sleeping I pissed on your jeans when you were sleeping on the couch then I jerked my cum and opened your zipper and shot it on your undies, then I pulled your zipper up."
"And I didn't notice?"
"No and your jeans were dry when your mom and dad got home. I was hoping they would find my cum when they took your jeans off and actually would think you had a wet dream."
'I love how sick you are."
"Your neck has two hickeys on it." he said. When we went into the bathroom I checked my neck and loved them.
"This is hot, now I know what mom was seeing.
I talked to Ron about his dad. I didn't tell him that he saw me and dad, I told Ron I was looking for him and his dad invited me in and he gave me some weed and then he smelled piss on my jeans and before we knew it he was pissing this huge rushing stream of piss on my jeans when I discovered my phone camera was on. I told Ron the same story as I told his dad, that my dad gets everything my phone and computer do. I didn't tell Ron it was all made because I wanted Ron to think the same as I made his dad think. I told him that I erased the warning off dad's phone but the actual vid is on his computer and he doesn't always check that.
Ron and I went into a stall and made out for a while. When we came out we walked around the mall and talked about our feelings and the lost time because we never made a move. He told me of a lot of things he did to me when I was younger and I told him of how in the last 3 years I lusted for his butt, and crotch, and lips. Ron went home when we got back.
When I got home I told Dad about the previous night and how Ron's dad saw us jerking each other off and how I had to get him on video touching me in order to stop Ron's dad from going to anyone, like the school, children's aid or the police as our family would have been split up. Dad said well we better stop but I said no, we'll close the drapes, I want my dad's cock and his beautiful load of cum.
"Does your mom know anything?"
"No, Never." (I Lied). Mom and I were the only two that knew all the events.
"Funny your mom doesn't say anything when she sees you wet, and what went on today? I know what went on, so how come your mom doesn't?"
"I don't know dad, I think she thinks if you don't say anything, she won't." (I knew this was a complete lie).
"Why?" my dad asked.
"I think mom thinks you have things in your mind that any sex stuff from me is a father son thing."
"If only she knew how beautiful you are and how developed you are. I showed your pics that I took to a close and discrete friend and he got so hot and bothered."
"I don't want to meet him or know who he is, OK. Has he ever been here or seen me?"
"Never, honest."
"I have to go and jerk off again, supper is in half an hour."
"I can't come I have this boring show I want to watch." When I got up I let dad notice my boner. Made my day. I went to my room and jerked off. I love when I get cum on my dark jeans. I left it there. I should have jerked off in the stall with Ron. When I went to the kitchen I told mom that I told dad everything. Mom remarked how hot I was last night when I was stoned but don't go back to Ron's dad because he, like my uncle and me are jean pissers.
"WHAT?" I asked in a raised voice.
"What?" she asked. She didn't realize that she just confirmed to me that my uncle was a jean pisser. Wow, was I ever pumped.
"Uncle Johnny is a jean pisser?" Mom realized it now and took a deep breath.
"Your way too young to know the whole story but there are a few things I guess I must tell you very quickly before your dad gets in for supper. When your uncle was younger than you he always pissed himself when he was learning to masturbate and I was his lookout. I saw how many times every day that he tried and ended up wet. Well, he got to love it just like you do now and after he got married, your aunt Kay used to find his jeans and get very mad. So there you are, your uncle can't live without pissing himself. Are you happy?"
"Wow, I'm not alone"
"You never were, not a word to your dad, here he comes." I was quiet through supper, sporting a boner the whole time and pre-cum leaking into my undies, and I just jerked off. My breathing was heavy. I can't believe this. Now I know why mom enjoyed it because she saw it since she was very young. Just like me when I saw my uncle for the first time in wet jeans. I need to be with Ron again. After supper, I text him and told him I had to see him again, and even though he has a girlfriend I had to see him and I wanted him to hold me and most of all to love me and do whatever he wants to me. He was excited and text back that he would love to hold and love me. I couldn't sleep all night and jerked off twice. After church the next day I asked mom if Ron could come over next Saturday. She was on to me but poor mom was trapped.
"Ron is 28, far too old to be playing with a boy who just turned 13."
"Mom, I......I want him. He likes me. He used to touch me when he babysat me, I can tell you that because you and I are the only two that knows everything about everybody. Don't be mad, please?"
"What all did he do to you?"
"Everything I love. He use to stroke my cock. He loved it and so did I even knowing nothing could happen. He also played with my bum hole and once when I was sleeping on the couch he pissed on my jeans then he jerked off inside my jeans. Please don't be mad?" There was a long pause, and I could hear my heartbeat and feel my cock going crazy.
"Mom?................I need him, please? and he told me he likes little boys." Mom knows all this stuff especiallly that a 28-year-old man is going to want to fuck me.
"I noticed your neck. He's going to want a lot.........Alright, only If I'm home." I exhaled and totaly relaxed. I'm going to have serious sex. Holy fuck, I couldn't believe it. I know why mom was worried because I've heard of boys fucking other boys in their bum. I got scared, what if he really wants to fuck me, will it hurt? I've just seen his hard cock, it's big. Will it even fit?
After I went to my room I text Ron and he text back saying he was going to dream about me every minute of every day and night and he was going to save all his cum and piss till he sees me.
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