RUNNING IN THE WOODS
(gay, w/s, oral, lycra, athletics)
-------------------------------------------------------------- This story depicts acts of a homosexual nature and includes frank descriptions of watersports. If you are underage or offended by this type of behavior, please do not read any further. --------------------------------------------------------------
I was running through the woods. Although I had a terrible urge to piss I tried to hold it back because I wanted to run one hour without stopping. Only five minutes were left until I had done it. Five minutes wouldn't be too long, I hoped. I had drunken maybe two bottles of water before and during my run, and this turned out to be a very bad idea. Still four minutes. I was wearing my white running tights that I liked best because they were a little transparent. I like to look sexy when I'm doing sports. Okay, three minutes. Boy, only three minutes, you'll make it. This urge was becoming pain. I started to hold my penis but I knew well that nothing of this sort would help. Fortunately, I was alone in the woods, so nobody watched me touching my crotch. A look at my watch: two minutes.
Then it suddenly happened. I didn't want it to happen; I didn't give any command down there, I'm sure. But the flow just started. I was pissing my running tights. And I kept jogging. My warm piss was running down my legs and slowly soaking my socks. Still one minute. I didn't want to stop. I didn't care if I pissed my pants. I'd seen cyclists do the same. And actually it really felt good. A great relief. It felt warm, and I was surprised to realize that I liked the smell of piss. My socks were totally soaked. I could feel the piss in my sneakers.
I had done it. One hour was over. I stopped, craving for breath. I was sweating in my back. My white running shirt was sticking to my back, but this was okay. I looked down at my running pants. The front was completely soaked with piss. The white fabric was almost totally transparent. As my pants were extremely tight, they were sticking to my penis and outlined every bit of it. I was practically naked. It was clear waterlike piss, no yellow piss. I could smell it. But everyone could have smelled it was piss. Everyone could have seen my penis. I suddenly realized that I was in public, in the woods where anyone could pass by and see me in this state of affairs.
I looked around. No one was there. I was alone. I sighed. I was a little nervous but I had a plan. I would find a small place where the sun was shining, lie down and wait until my pants would be dry again. I started to walk. The smell of piss was still very intense. It was getting cold but it was still transparent. Since my nervousness subsided I began to enjoy the situation: I was walking in my piss-soaked white tights through the woods. I tried to piss a little more. I squeezed out some a short stream of piss, and my crotch was warm again. It felt so good I could help to get a hard-on. This felt even better. I touched my wet tights and started to rub a little.
"Stop!"
Someone was right behind me and ordered me to stop. I turned around without thinking of exposing the transparent front of my pants. There I was almost naked before another jogger who was wearing a kind of wrestling suit in shiny black. He was about 22 years old, well-shaped, and really good-looking. But he wasn't as friendly as his gorgeous sight could have made me expect.
"Stop, you little pervert. I saw you pissing your pants while you were running. And now you're wanking in your piss-soaked pants. Stop you! Don't run away."
I had started to run away. My penis was flaccid again. This was a little too shocking. I didn't want anyone to know what had happened and he even believed it had been my intention to piss my pants. But I couldn't run anymore; he was faster than me and forced me down on the ground. He stood above me.
"If you run away I will tell everybody what you did here. I know you. You're Martin."
I swallowed. He knew my name.
"So if you want me to keep your little secret, let me have some fun with you. Then I'll tell nobody. You understand?"
I nodded.
"Okay, then let's get started. You've become a little dry, I'm afraid."
He pulled up one of the legs of his wrestling suit and grabbed his penis. With some difficulty he forced his dick out of the tight-fitting suit. His big cock peeped from the right side of his suit. He had to hold it so that the suit wouldn't snap back. This great cock was near to getting hard. I was overwhelmed and my fear was gone. I was getting a hard-on again myself.
Suddenly he started to piss on me. He started with my crotch and then directed his strong flow at my chest. The smell of his piss was stronger than mine. I had a full hard-on. He aimed at my face and soaked my hair.
"You like that, don't you, Martin? You like guys? Are you gay?"
I opened my mouth, put it in the yellowish flow and answered his question by drinking his pee. I'd never done such a thing before but it all felt so great that I instinctively wanted more of this. I tried to swallow but first I was a little hesitant. The taste was different from what I expected. But not bad. I swallowed. I could swallow all of it and so it ran down my chin but I got most of it. His flow became less strong and shook the last drops on my hard cock. I looked down and I saw that now not only my penis but also my chest was visible through the white fabric. I grinned at him. I was becoming bold now. I grabbed my penis and started to wank.
"You do like it," he said. He smiled at me, and it was a friendly smile now. "Suck it," he ordered.
I sat up before him and put his dick into my mouth. Now it had become really big. He was facefucking me. He seized my wet hair to control my head. He didn't care to feel his piss either. I put my hands on his ass cheeks. I felt the tight fabric of his suit. I could put my finger deep down into his crack since the fabric was so stretchy. I could concentrate on his ass anymore because his thrusts became more violent. I was almost cumming myself. Suddenly he stopped to fuck my face and wanked off. He shot his load on my face and on my running tights. I could lick it from my upper lip. It still tasted of piss.
"Thank you", were the first words I said.
"You're welcome," he said. Again with this smile of his. He let his soft penis disappear in his lycra suit. It left a trace of cum or of piss. "You haven't finished yet, I suppose," he said looking at my crotch.
"I need your assistance", I said.
"Get up and turn around", he ordered me.
He pressed himself against my back, I could feel his penis rubbing against my ass. I grabbed my penis and held it through the stretchy tights. He started to wank me off. After a few strokes I had the best orgasm of my life. It seemed I wouldn't never stop to cu. I was moaning and pressing my head against his. He turned me around and started to kiss me. I was so happy that I had tears in my eyes.
When he stepped back, I looked at his spandex suit. Now it was a little wet, too. It was his piss, my piss, his cum, and my cum all mingled on him. He smiled at me: "Tomorrow, same place, same time?"
"I'll be here," I said.
"See you," he replied and simply walked away without any further conversation.
I sat down thinking of this great experience. My running gear was slowly getting dry. I would drink too much before running next time again, I thought to myself. And I noticed my bladder was full again. I just let it go.
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