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Copyright 2014 Matt0272
One summer weekday in mid morning I was riding downtown on the N Judah line as I do several times each week. As usual among my fellow riders there were a couple of young men worth taking a glance at including a man of about twenty-five standing on the opposite side of the car maybe ten feet from me. He was wearing well-fitted older jeans, a dark blue T and loafers. There was something about him that interested me but I turned my eyes for a while to other guys in the car. When I again glanced at the first man he had turned a little so that he was now facing generally in my direction, giving me a nice view of his crotch. He had a well packed basket but there was something more that interested me and I couldn't at first figure what it was. I was, by now, staring at him intently and suddenly realized what had first interested me; there was a definite stain on his crotch like he had wet himself and the crotch was still slightly damp. With a smile my eyes moved from his crotch to his face, he was smiling back at me.
By now we had reached Powell Station, my stop and, it turned out, his too. With another smile, he exited the train. Since I was further from a door and had people in front of me, he was well in front of me before I exited and don't think he saw me. I was tempted to run after him but he was taking an exit other than mine and I had an appointment to keep.
I thought about the guy with the damp crotch a good deal over the next several days. The stain was obviously piss and, from his smile when I noticed it, was not an unfortunate accident. The idea that it was a deliberate thing intrigued me and I wanted to find out why he was doing it. Every time I rode the N Judah that week I was on the lookout for him and did see him once but couldn't catch up with him. On Thursday afternoon of the next week I saw him again, he was getting on a train of a different line and, while I ran to catch that train, the doors closed. He had seen me though and waved as the train started. The fact that he was going in a different direction was a downer but the fact that he not only noticed me but also waved give me hope. My train was the second train after that. I rode towards my place and wondered when, if ever, I would see the guy with the damp crotch again.
Again turned out to be much earlier than I ever expected. I didn't know at the time but he had changed at the next station to my train but in the other car and stood right by the door so he could exit if he saw me getting off. When it was my stop I exited and had just gotten to the sidewalk when somebody touched me on the shoulder. It was the damp crotch guy. Very surprised and very happy, I turned toward him and said "Hi."
"I'm Ben, the guy you smiled at on the train last week. If you have any time, can we talk a little? Actually, I'll have to catch the next inbound train."
"Ok."
"When you smiled at me the other day I had already realized that you have picked up on the condition of my jeans and it seemed to me that you thought it was all right and that you were interested for some reason. Other times when I've been like that people have smiled derisively, as though I've had an accident."
"You're right. Wet jeans interest me and I wondered what your story was."
"It's been a solo thing for me; I've never talked to anyone about it before."
"Here's my cell number. Call me when you get a chance. And your train is coming."
"Will call this evening and thanks."
Ben did call just after 8 and I invited him to come to my place. Before he arrived, I changed into an older, relatively snug-fitting pair of jeans in case he wanted to get into some action. Didn't know if he would; in fact, I didn't even know if he was gay, straight or whatever. When Ben showed up he was very nervous. He was wearing jeans that I think were the ones he had on when we first met, minus the damp spot.
He started our discussion by asking me about my sexual experiences and how I'd gotten into wet jeans. I told him that my first sex, other than masturbation, was with my next younger brother Mark. Mark was about 13 at the time and was playing around with a school mate. One day Mark asked if I'd ever had a blow job. I said I hadn't and he offered to give me one, an offer I readily accepted and which I reciprocated. After that Mark and I had sex together a lot until I went off to college. We now live on opposite sides of the country, Mark married and has two boys and a girl but we still have sex once and a while. From the time Mark and I started, I was sure I was gay and have had sex with boys and men ever since. The interest in water sports started about two years after the first experience with Mark. I'd heard about it and decided to try it. Late one night locked in the bathroom, I tried wetting myself while wearing old jeans and a T. I drunk a lot of water before I started and it took a couple more glasses of warm water before I began pissing myself. Part of a problem was that I had an almost bone-hard cock. Once I started pissing I didn't stop, it felt so great. When I finally ran out of piss I started rubbing my hard cock through the wet denim and quickly shot a big load of cum. A couple days later I got Mark to piss on me, which felt great to me but it turned out not to be Mark's thing.
By now Ben had started getting over his nervousness and began telling his story. The only child of older parents, he led a sheltered life with only a few friends. After several years of only wet dreams to release his tensions, he discovered jacking off. He'd read porn, both straight and gay, to get him in the mood and admitted that gay porn became much more to his liking. Discovering the pleasure of wet jeans was accidental. It was the end of Ben's first year of college and he was cramming for one of his finals. He felt an urge to piss but not a big one and kept on with his reading. Totally into the text he kept on until the piss decided for itself that it was time to let go fully soaking his crotch. He grabbed his crotch and felt his cock under the piss-soaked denim. The feeling was so good that he started rubbing his cock and soon experienced what he described as the best cum he'd ever had. By now Ben and I were both relaxed and had pretty much talked ourselves out.
"Up for some fun?" I asked. "We could start by wetting our jeans; it's something we're both into. If you're willing I'd also like to do more."
"Sounds good. I've never watched another guy piss his jeans and whatever else we do will also be a first for me."
Ben and I went out to the patio, two of its sides are the blank walls of adjacent buildings and I have planted a hedge on the other side making it a private space. Ben declined a third beer saying two was his limit so we both took tall glasses of water with us. Actually, the two beers was enough. There are several metal chairs with lattice work seats and backs on the patio which Ben said were perfect for what we were about to do, he likes to be seated when he starts pissing as the piss nicely wets the crotch. So we were sitting facing each other when Ben started, the piss spreading to soak his crotch. I started a moment later, enjoying the feeling as my piss soaked my jockeys and my jeans. After a short while Ben stood up to allow his piss to soak his legs as well. I stood also and moved toward Ben so our crotches were pressed together and, as our piss streams ended, I sunk to my knees in front of Ben. One advantage of button front jeans is that you can unbutton the lower two or three buttons without fully opening the fly. Which is what I did, moving my fingers into the opening to get his cock out. Ben's cock was almost fully hard as I took it into my mouth and the smell of Ben's piss-soaked jeans excited me; even more so the smell and taste of his cock wet with piss. With my tongue and my lips I gave Ben the best blow job I could. From the moans oh's, ah's, and O Lord yes's coming from Ben, it was apparent he was enjoying my work. Then he said "Stop! I'm going to cum!"
Of course I didn't stop and was rewarded with the biggest, sweetest cum load I ever had. While Ben's cock was still in my mouth, he gave me a good size squirt of piss.
"I'm doublely sorry. I didn't mean to cum in your mouth and I certainly didn't mean to piss just then. Should have known better; I often piss a little just after I've cum."
"Don't be sorry. The cum was delicious and I certainly wouldn't want to waste it. As for the piss, I liked it and it wasn't the first time I've willingly drunk somebody's."
"That makes me feel better. This has been the most incredible evening, especially my first blow job."
By now it was getting late. When Ben had arrived he was carrying a plastic bag that I assumed contained a second pair of jeans so he could get home. I asked if that was the case but also said I would like to spend the night with him if he was willing. He was and we were soon in bed cuddling until we both fell asleep. In the morning I was up first, Ben was still sleeping on his back. He had morning wood showing a cock cut and about as long as my seven incher but wider than mime. Too good to pass up so I gave him his second blow job as he awoke giving me another big load of sweet cum, this time without the piss chaser. Showers and a quick breakfast followed. I told Ben I was leaving that evening on a week and a half business trip but that I definitely wanted to get together with him as soon as possible after that. Ben suggested the day I got back and I agreed.