Date: Sun, 25 Oct 2009 20:38:37 +0000
From: Greg Williams <psycho_syndrom@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pissy Jeans Chapter 2

This story is completely fictional. It is about the relationship between
two guys, including their sexual activities and fetish activity which
includes watersports. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason
for you to read such material, you must leave.

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Pissy Jeans -- Chapter Two


Greg couldn't believe what had happened to him just last weekend. After a
stupid accident with his jeans, he'd pissed himself, been caught by a
teenage boy, pissed on and force fed a bellyful of teen spunk. It had been
the best experience of his life. The idea of being a toilet for teen boys
and getting used and abused by them was all he could think about. He had
had to go to the job centre to sign on and found himself checking out all
the guys that were there and wondering whether they would ever piss on him
if he could find the nerve to ask. Not to mention some of the other
thoughts that had been creping in to his head. After all, if he was willing
to gulp down a teen guys piss, what else would he be prepared to do?

Then there was Ryan. Every time he looked at his phone; whether because he
was actually receiving something or just because he wanted to know the time
he was willing it to make a sound that signified a text message from
younger guy that had used him the week before. He knew Ryan had wanted to
do something more; Ryan had sent him a message just after their encounter
saying as much but then they had had no contact since. Greg had considered
sending Ryan a message, something quick and simple, but he always chickened
out in the end.

But today was Saturday. It had been exactly one week since Greg had
returned home from his own flat. His parents were out; some visit to his
Mum's elderly aunt. Greg had been asked to go along, but at 24 simply had
no time or interest in old aunts, not when he had decided that with his
parents out for the whole day, if not the whole weekend, he could do some
stuff and try to work up the courage to contact Ryan.

As soon as he had seen his parents off, Greg rushed to his bedroom and
changed his clothes. He pulled on the boxer briefs he had worn the weekend
before. They were still stained with the cum he had shot hands free from
the pure erotic nature of his experience. They also stank of piss. He then
pulled on the jeans he had worn last weekend. He had managed to work a
paper clip through the broken zip and this allowed him to put them on and
do them up. He then pulled the clip out of the zip, essentially trapping
him in the dirty clothes that had not been washed and were stinky with piss
and spunk. Greg then got on with his day lounging about the house and do
the bits of gardening that his Dad had asked him to do while they were
away. Working in the garden was hot work and Greg was sweating. He was
working shirtless and the sweat was dripping down his back and made his
skin slick and shiny. He was making sure to drink lots of water, to stay
hydrated, and because he knew what he wanted to do once his garden work was
finished.

Just as he was finished with the mowing, but still with some weeding to do,
Greg felt the unmistakable need to urinate. He knew that he wanted to piss
himself; it was the first stage in his plan. But years of training was
stopping him from just being able to release. Stopping his work, he
concentrated hard and pushed out a jet of hot piss. Once he had started it
was like a tap had been turned on. Greg felt the spurts of piss shooting
from his clothed knob head as the front of his jeans were once again
drenched in young man piss. It was so hot to Greg. The warm liquid running
down his legs, spreading around his arse and dripping on to the ground
below him was giving him a hard on. Greg reached his hands down to the end
of his dick where he could feel it through his sodden jeans and let out a
final spurt that burst through the fabric and coated his fingers in
piss. Bring this slowly up his body he rubbed it over his young and slim
chest. Collecting some of sweat that clung to his body he moved his fingers
to his lips and sucked hard. He could taste the acrid piss and the salty
sweat. It was all he could do to not start rubbing himself off in his
jeans. But he knew he had to get his work finished. Stopping his sucking,
Greg put the mower away and started to cover the border of his Dad's lawn
with weed killer. His jeans stayed soaked and his cock remained hard at the
feeling and smell of his piss dripping from his body. Finally finished,
Greg went to unplug his garden hose only for the next door neighbour; Greg
couldn't remember his name but knew he had some young kids and a wife who
was almost always ill, popped his head over the fence.

This was not what Greg was expecting. It wasn't part of his plan to get
caught with pissed jeans by his parents neighbour.

"Hi Greg," said nameless neighbour, "your dad told me you were coming home
and I was wondering if I could ask you to do my garden work some time?"

Greg stammered out that he was sure he could find the time and asked after
his neighbour's wife.

"Oh, she's fine, still recovering. She still has a long way to go, but my
Jenna is strong, but with looking after her and working myself, I never
have to do the gardening," said nameless neighbour as it suddenly popped
back into Greg's head what the neighbour was called.

"Glad to hear Neil" replied Greg, remembering that his parents neighbours
were called Neil and Jenna, "The kids all ok too?" Greg asked, trying to
make things seem as normal as possible.

"Yeah, Ben is with his Nan today and James is out with some friends
somewhere doing whatever 13 year old boys do these days" answered Neil with
a laugh.

"Right, well, that's good to hear. We'll sort out a time for me to come do
your gardening later," said Greg, wanting to get inside and get on with his
plan.

"Yeah, perhaps a time when you haven't managed to spray yourself with your
own hose?" Neil chuckled with a wink and a nod.

"Yeah, I certainly managed to get myself wet with my hose" replied Greg,
realising that seen as he was holding a hose, it seemed the most sensible
excuse and secretly giggling at the use of the phrase `own hose.' "I'll
catch you later."

Greg dropped the hose and went inside his house, missing the long look Neil
gave him as he walked away. It was time for stage two of the plan. Grabbing
his phone, Greg opened his text message menu and sent a message to the
number Ryan had used to text him from last week. It was a simple message
asking if Ryan was free as he needed a hand with something. The reply was
almost instant: "Is it your cock you want a hand with?"

Greg typed "Something like that" hit send and waited for a reply. It came
back very quickly once again: "I need a piss, can you give me a hand with
that?"

Greg's hands were shaking as he replied he'd do whatever Ryan needed. Again
the reply came back within a minute: "You'll need to come here, waiting for
something, Dad is out."

Greg replied, asking where here was and the reply came back with an address
and an order: "Wear last weeks clothes, I know you still have them."

Greg was left taken aback by that. The address that Ryan had given was only
on the other side of the park that Greg lived near. But he was already
wearing the clothes from last week and they were soaked in his piss. What
was he going to do now? He couldn't not do what Ryan wanted; it might make
Ryan angry and not want to do anything. He had no choice but to pick up his
phone, slip on a t-shirt and head to Ryan's covered in piss and sweat.

Walking through the park to get there was the quickest route, but it also
meant the more people would see him. And see him they did. Kids on bikes
pointed and laughed, parents looked quizzically and one young girl even
pointed and said allowed that that man had wet himself. By the time he
reached Ryan's his face was beat red with embarrassment and his cock,
strangely but unmistakably, rock hard. He knocked and Ryan answered. Ryan
looked just as he has last week. He was dressed in the typical chav attire
of tracksuit bottoms and sports top. Unlike last week his feet were
barefoot and his head didn't sport a cap. His green eyes smiled at Greg,
his blondey-brown hair swept over his forehead and spiked up; he was a very
fit seventeen year old teen boy and he knew it. Ushering Greg inside, he
closed the door, spun round and pushed Greg to the floor.

Ryan loved the fact that he had this older guy exactly where he wanted
him. He hadn't been able to believe what had happened the week before. He'd
never done anything gay before and yet having a guy on his knees in front
of him, his teen cock thrusting into twenty-something throat, his piss
dripping on to the guy through his favourite briefs had just felt
unbelievably right. And now, that scenario was about to repeat itself. He
couldn't believe that the dude had actually contacted him; it had been
obvious to guess exactly what the perv had wanted but being stuck at home
all day gave him the perfect excuse to use the guy and with the guy wanting
it himself, well, that just made it even dirtier.

"Perv want some cock," sneered Ryan at Greg, "Teacher looking for more teen
cock?"

Greg loved it when Ryan mentioned his former profession and insinuated Greg
was a dirty perv. Of course, since last week he'd come to realise it wasn't
really an insinuation as much as a reflection of fact. Greg was a perv, and
wished he'd done some stuff with some of his pupils. At least then he could
have left his job knowing that there was a real reason rather than just
because he was bored.

"Come on then, get to work," Ryan prompted, waking Greg from his daze, "I
really need to go and from the smell of it, you already have."  Greg got to
his knees and leaned into Ryan, rubbing his face across the tracksuit
bottoms of the teen boy. He could feel the cock he had lusted after all
week beneath the shiny material and he could smell the musk of adolescent
boy.

"I had a funny feeling I might hear from you today," said Ryan from above,
"So I didn't shower this morning. I was thinking that you could shower me,
with your tongue. Now perv, get to work." On saying this, Ryan lifted his
shirt over his head and pulled the draw string of his trackie bottoms,
making them slid down his hips.

Greg stood and went to work licking the chest of the seventeen year old. It
was smooth and tasted divine. Greg kept licking, over the sensitive nipples
that made Ryan gasp and across the pec towards Ryan's right armpit. Ryan
raised his arm and Greg could smell the scent of the boys body get even
stronger. He buried his face into the teens arm pit and went to town. He
could feel the hair from the teen pit in his face and everywhere his mouth
went was the taste of the horny boy he was willing to do anything for.

Ryan was loving it. This guy was a complete perv. He was literally licking
his body clean for him. He could smell that his armpit was less than fresh
but it wasn't even phasing the older former teacher who was licking
away. Ryan's cock was rock hard and leaking in to the briefs he was wearing
under his tracksuit bottoms. They were the same ones as last week as well
and he had jerked off in to them a few times since then. They were his
favourite pair and they were crusty with dried spunk and he could feel the
spots where he had shot in them rubbing on his knob. He pushed on Greg's
head and guided him down, back over his chest and down across his faint
teenage abs. Greg kissed each one as he felt them over his lips. He was
soon face to face with the bulging briefs he had seen in his mind a hundred
thousand times in the past seven days. They were stained with cum and still
smelled faintly of piss. Greg once again lost himself in the feeling and
began to suck at the dried cum spots and sniff at the musky teen balls he
could feel in the pouch. Ryan was groaning and moaning above his head and
was starting to slowly move back and forward, thrusting his hard prick into
the face of the guy on his knees worshipping him. But Ryan wanted more this
time.

"You can't clean me properly while I'm still wearing my briefs perv."
Pointed out Ryan, "pull them down and clean me up `Sir,'" he continued,
once again referencing Greg's past.

Greg raised his hands and grabbed the back of the briefs and pulled them
down over the arse of the teen in front of him. As he pulled them down,
Ryan's cock snapped up and hit him in the face. He went to grab it and suck
the head in, but Ryan stopped him.

"Bathe my balls perv, they need a lick," groaned Ryan.

Greg did as he was told and took the balls one at time into his mouth. They
tasted salty and smelled of pure hot teen. Ryan moved his body forward,
knocking Greg off his knee and having him land flat on his back. Ryan then
leant over Greg and placed his balls back in Greg's mouth and forced both
balls in, stretching Greg's mouth and and making his eyes water. Ryan
towered over Greg and stroked himself as he could feel Greg's tongue
working the nut sack.

"Just one more place left to clean perv bitch," said Ryan as he squatted
down over Greg's face and sat down hard on his mouth. "Clean my arse."

Greg's mouth was full of teenage boy bum. As Ryan moved back and forward
over his face, he started to lap at the tight teen hole that was presented
to him. The taste was bitter and still tasted of Ryan's sweat and general
teen smell, but there was something else there, something that scared and
excited Greg at the same time. He ran his tongue round and round the rim of
the butt on his face, before starting to flick his tongue in and out of the
hole; he was tongue fucking his teenage master.

Ryan's arse was spasming. It felt so good to have a tongue up there. It was
squidgy and wriggly and he was begging to wonder if maybe something else
would feel good up there. The though gave him an idea. Lifting himself off
Greg's face, he looked down to see it sweaty and dripping with saliva where
his arse had wiped itself over it.

"Your tongue has given me an idea bitch," Ryan said with a leer, "lift your
knees up and get ready."

Greg was on auto pilot. He lifted his legs in the air and pulled them back,
his jean clad arse revealed to Ryan. Ryan looked at the hallway table in
his house and saw a pair of scissors. He opened them and deftly cut at the
tight jean material, cutting a hole in the jean and the boxer brief beneath
and revealing the twenty four year old arse to the seventeen year old
teen. Ryan pointed his dick at the hole and let loose with a stream of hot,
teenage piss. It covered Greg's crotch and made his jeans soaked through
again. The piss flow was directed up, over Greg's body, soaking his shirt
as well, before it was aimed right at Greg's mouth. Greg opened up and the
piss poured in It was as hot and bitter as he remembered and he loved every
drop. He drank it down, swallowing as much as he could as the piss poured
from the teen cock. As the flow began to slow, Ryan reached forward, aimed
his cock at Greg's piss slicked bumhole and pushed forward with all the
force he could.

Greg screamed as the erect teen dick pushed itself into his arse. His bum
felt on fire as the young invader made its way up his back channel. As Greg
looked up he saw that Ryan was staring right at him and had a wild look in
his eyes.

"You like that perv?" Ryan asked the question he already knew the answer
too, "I know you do, I know you love the fact that you have a seventeen
year old boy fucking you, I know you can feel my dick up you. Your pussy is
tighter than any girls I've ever had. Tell me what you need perv, tell me
how it feels."

Greg looked up at the thrusting youth, "I love it. I love it so much. Fuck
me, fuck me hard. I need your teen dick in me. Ohh, fuck me, please, please
fuck me harder" pleased Greg as he thrust his arse toward the teen ramming
him.

"You want it, you got it perv," said Ryan as he began to rabbit fuck the
dude under him. In and out he pumped, hitting Greg's prostate over and
over, making the older man groan and cum in his jeans. Greg could feel the
spunk shooting from his trapped dick as his arse clenched tightly around
the invader boyramming his arse.

Ryan groaned and with one final thrust, spunked up in the older former
teacher laying under him. His teenage cum shot from his dick as he stayed
buried to the hilt in the hot bum under him. As Ryan's cum shot in his
arse, Greg started to piss himself again, the heat spreading over his
crotch and wetting Ryan's body as he lay over him. As Ryan stopped
shooting, he relaxed and started to piss himself with his cock still up
Greg's hole.

As Greg felt the warm liquid filling his bowels as his own piss soaked him,
he saw the shadow move at the door and heard the key turn. As Ryan heard
too and turned to look, the door opened.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Asked Ryan's brother as walked into
the house and shut the front door.

"Not much bro, just using the toilet" replied Ryan as he pulled his cock
from Greg's arse, releasing the piss enema.

Greg was mortified at being caught in the state he was in and had no idea
what was going to happen next.


Well, there we go with chapter two. I have had loads of feedback and have
tried to work as much of the suggestions in as possible. The overwhelming
majority of people wanted a brother introduced, so here we go. I have no
idea what to make of him though? Should he be a piss bitch with Greg or
someone else to dominate him? How old should he be? What else should
happen? There was also a bit of split opinion about scat and if it should
be included. I'm pretty open minded, but have no experience with scat to
work with, so if people want that, I could do with some details from anyone
who has done it, or direction to a good story I can get pointers from.

Cheers guys, as ever, I live for feedback, no feedback, no chapter three!
Mail me: psycho_syndrom@hotmail.com