Date: Sat, 30 Oct 2010 10:05:36 +0100
From: scotbok77@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Piss

The following story is a work of fiction and is intended for use by adults.
It contains explicit descriptions between adults. None of the events
mentioned in the story are related to any real events or insinuated at any
persons alive or otherwise, and all characters are completely fictional. If
you are not allowed to view such content in your country or are under age
-- 18 in most areas then do not proceed. The author does not in any way
endorse the use of unprotected sex.If you have any comments or suggestions
-- which are welcome -- email me at scotbok77@yahoo.co.uk

I get to the door, it's slightly ajar, I push it open. I see the jeans
folded on the floor, I quietly strip leaving only my white trainer socks on
and put on the jeans. I make my way to the bathroom and stand on the tiled
floor, and wait. My bladder is full. I can barely contain myself. I know I
need to wait. surely a tiny bit won't hurt.  I find myself relaxing the
sensation stirring in my cock, but manage to resist. Stopping myself, I
know he won't be happy if I do!

I wait a little longer; he comes through to the bathroom beer in hand, a
cocky grin on his face. He knows how full my bladder is and how much I want
to piss, and is pleased that I've waited.

He takes a slug of beer, slowly letting it swill into his mouth. he nods to
me with a questioning look in his eyes? I nod my head, so he comes over we
kiss and he feeds me the beer. He asks me if I'm ready to piss? I not
knowing he all ready knows the answer. He slowly rubs my cock and balls
through the jeans. I start to stir. His hands move north pushing into my
aching bladder. I so want, no, need to piss. He moves behind me kissing my
neck. Stretching out the agony for me!

Finally he slips his socked foot between mine. I know he wants me to spread
my legs slightly. I do, he moves around the front. He takes another swig,
smirks and nods.

"Now, let a little out. but not too much!"

I slowly release my bladder! The relief is immense! I feel the hot yellow
liquid slither down my legs, changing the colour of the jeans. I know not
to do too much. He wants this to last. I stop. just enough to have coloured
the jeans.

His hand cups my balls in the jeans, enjoying the sensation of hot wet piss
seeping through the jeans onto his hands. I let another little out, it
pools in his hand, and the smile spreads on his face as the piss fills the
cupped hand. He tells me to stop. I obviously want to carry on. He notices
my look of disappointment and anguish. He kisses me and says all in good
time.

He puts down his beer, after taking another gulp. He slowly unbuttons his
jeans, taking out his large cock, points it at my crotch. I smile, I've
always loved being pissed on. His stream his hard, hot and flowing nicely.
He grabs my head and pushes me down onto my knees. I open my mouth and
close my eyes as the yellow liquid covers my eyes splashing all over my
face and filling my mouth. The sound is amazing! He pinches off the stream
and gets me to stand; he wants to piss on the jeans.

The piss drenches the jeans, and seeing a nod I know I'm allowed to release
my bladder completely. The relief is amazing, the hot liquid flows down my
legs, pooling in my trainer socks. The jeans feel heavy with the two loads
of hot pee.

I lean down and take the socks off my feet and put them both in my mouth.
The hot piss fills my mouth as I suck it out of the socks. It slips down my
throat. It feels so good!

He turns me round, bends me over the bath, spreading my legs. He empties
the last of his bladder onto my hole. He then spits on my hole, and into
his hand, rubbing it over the head over his cock. He holds my neck, pushing
the head of his cock against the hole, stretching it. It gives way, and he
slides inside me. He feels so good inside me.

Thumping it deep inside.

Grunting.

Groaning.

I reach into the jeans through the ripped pockets and start wanking my own
hard cock.

I love being filled by his cock. I love wanking using piss as lube. I can't
last much longer. I can tell by the noises he's making, he won't
either. He's pace picks up so do I.

He thrusts it deep in me and shoots his hot juicy load deep inside me. My
arse milks every drop. It tips me over the edge, and I paint the inside of
the jeans with my cum.

Once we recover we kiss and slowly peel the jeans off me, and hang them out
to dry, for use the next time!