Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2005 16:30:34 +0200
From: Martin <martin_q@gmx.de>
Subject: Running in the woods (gay/urination and gay/athlectics)

RUNNING IN THE WOODS

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(gay, w/s, oral, lycra, athletics)

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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.
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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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