Jorge and I first met in a downtown bar one evening. He was, I thought, a very good looking dude, maybe half an inch shorter than me and a very trim man. At first we did casual chat about where we both where from and things like that. He'd moved to the city from upstate New York several years ago, about the same time that I moved from the Midwest. Eventually, our conversation turned from the past to the present and to what we get into other than work. Jorge asked if I was into just vanilla or did I have a kinky side
too. "I've gotten into kinky things a few times." "What sort of kinky things?" "A little bit of bondage and some watersports." "Do you ever combine the two?" "Haven't yet. I'll sort of take that back, when I was about 11 a buddy and I got into some bondage, a cowboy and indian kinda thing. He had me tied up to a tree when I realized I had to pee. He didn't want to release me.
It surprised me that it was fun when I finally did start pissing in my jeans. There wasn't anything overtly sexual about it." "That's cool. The only kink I've done is a little watersports. Would like to get into it somewhat more some time." By then it was getting late and both of us had a full days work coming up in the morning. So we said goodnight with the thought that we would meet again soon. It was a couple weeks later before we met up again. Jorge was eager to get together but there was the problem of where. He lived with his brother and sister-in-law and, while they occasionally went to the shore for the weekend, he didn't think they would within the next several weekends. I was living by myself in the third floor apartment of a fairly big 1880s house so I invited him to my place, which he thought was a very good idea. This was Wednesday evening so I invited him to come over on Saturday afternoon and said, if he wanted, he could stay over through Sunday. Jorge showed up at my place just after 2:00 on Saturday afternoon. I had thought from the first time we met that he was a very handsome, trim man and, when he entered the apartment, I decided he wasn't just handsome, he was gorgeous. The denim jacket he was wearing looked like it had been tailored for him and his 501 jeans were skin tight. A blue denim shirt, a gray t-shirt and engineer boots completed the outfit. I suspected that he was wearing a jock strap as his package was firm. "Welcome to my abode." I said. "That outfit makes you look even sexier than I remember." "Hi! You're looking good too. I just bought the jeans for this occasion.
They'd only been washed and worn once." "You're hoping to get them wet I assume." "Yeah. It'll be first for me. The only thing I've worn while pissing myself has been my jock strap." "Well let's have some beer to get ourselves ready while I show you around the place." We went first to the kitchen then to the bedroom, my office and the front room. Then back through the bedroom to the bathroom. As I suspected he might, he commented on the bathtub, it's longer than the normal tub so one can fully lay down in it. I mentioned that the kitchen and the bathroom were where most, but not all, of my pissing episodes take place. Back to the
kitchen for our second beers. "That's the last beer for me for a while, just water for now." said Jorge.
"What with the water I drank before coming over and the two beers, my bladder is becoming nicely full." "Hold it for a while, if you can." I said, filling a glass for him and one for me. "I like it when my bladder feels like it's about to burst." "I like holding it too but I don't think I can hold it much longer." he said, standing up, spreading his legs and putting his hands in his front jeans pockets. And he was right, a spot of piss appeared right at the top of his fly and spread down both his legs about half way to his knees and upwardly a bit on his shirt. "OH! That feels GOOD!" "It looks good." And I had started pissing too, mostly on my crotch with some of the piss streaming down my right leg. "I've got a lot more but think I can hold off for a bit. That's the first time I've been able to piss with a hardon. I want to see you piss some more but before you run out I want some of that piss on me." "You've got it sexy man. If you save some of yours, I want to drink it. That way I'll have more to give back to you." It least for me, once I start pissing I have to keep going. I can stop for a short while then I have of go again. The same turned out to be true of Jorge. We were both fairly soaked from head to foot before long. During one of his short breaks Jorge opened his fly, pulled down his jock strap and hauled out one of the nicest cocks I'd ever seen, eight inches, fat and almost fully hard. "If you want it, I've still got some more piss. Your going to have to suck it for a while though, I've got some cum to give you before I can piss again." I didn't say anything, just dropped to my knees and took that cock in my mouth. The aroma of piss-soaked denim and the tastes of piss, cock, and precum charged me up and I went after that cock with a vengeance. I was rewarded first with a very large dose of sweet cum then, as Jorge's cock softened a little, with a big long lasting stream of hot piss. It made me cum in my own jeans. We finished up our afternoon in the bathroom. Jorge was laying in the tub, his magnificent and still half hard cock jutting out from his jeans, squirting long stream of piss on himself while I stood over him pissing. When we both finished pissing, we both jacked off, the third cum for each of us. After taking off our piss-wet clothes, showering together and putting on clean clothes, we went out for dinner. The next morning we had a late breakfast and Jorge got ready to go home. Before he left he said it had been a very good time and hoped we'd get together again soon. I agreed and said I'd like him to fuck me sometime. [Please contribute of the Nifty Achrives]