Message-ID: <130323Z21021995@anon.penet.fi>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.watersports
From: an164453@anon.penet.fi
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Organization: Anonymous contact service
Reply-To: an164453@anon.penet.fi
Date: Tue, 21 Feb 1995 12:57:15 UTC
Subject: Wet sleeping bag
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Years ago I had a job which involved an overnight campout with a bunch of 
boys not a lot younger than I was then. We had a weekend together at a 
camp in mid-April in the midwest, and it was very cold for that time of 
the year.

A good many kids came ill-equipped for the weather.  They had forgotten 
that our cabins were unheated and a good 5-minute trot from the bath 
houses.  Several kids came bringing only a light blanket and sheet.  Some 
more wise had sleeping bags.

I was one who miscalculated the weather.  I lay in my bottom bunk 
shivering, when the kid above me said, "Want to crawl in with me?" I did 
not need a second invitation.  I climbed up and got in the bag next to 
him, zipping up the bag as I did.  I was really exhausted and needed some Zs.

I was just about to the land of nod when I felt something pleasantly warm 
spreading over my outside right thigh.  It suddenly dawned on me: I was 
sleeping with a wetter!  I gasped with  surprise (and a little unexpected 
delight.)  I nudged him, and he stopped peeing, muttering in his sleep. 

Again, I was surrendering to sleep, when the kid touched me and 
whispered, "I've gotta go to the bathroom!" I suddenly realized I didn't 
want him to go, I wanted him to do it right there in the sleeping bag.  I 
said, "Paul, you are already wet.  The bathroom is a long way off; we are 
on a top bunk, it is dark and it is cold.  Just let it go here!" With no 
further word, Paul relaxed and peed and peed ---a river of warm, sensual 
delight, which soaked through the bottom of the sleeping bag under us. He 
said, "I feel better now."  And with that he went to sleep.  I was by 
this time aroused with an aching hard-on and could not sleep.

Late into the night with everyone else sleeping soundly, Paul moaned in 
his sleep again.  By this time he was on his side turned toward me. I was 
still excited.  I gently pulled down his pajama bottoms, and in a few 
minutes another warm wet flood enveloped my stomach, penis and legs as 
his little prick reached out and touched me, sending its stream directly 
onto me.

Why I did not return the favor I will never know.  My raging hard-on 
vented itself in a furious orgasm there in the sleeping bag culminating 
in a delightful ejaculation as I stroked myself gently.  

We soon were both sound asleep in a delightfully warm and cozy cuddle.

Paul visited me at home a time or two after that experience many years 
ago.  I enjoyed watching him lie on his back naked on the bed, sending 
his little geyser up into the air and down onto both of us on the bed 
while he slept peacefully.  We remained friends until I moved to another 
state the next year.
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