WET                   Uploaded to The Club by Wet Bear

I can remember loving to pee on myself since I was very small,
always in the bath tub until I hit 11 or so. At that time I
became more daring: I would sometimes stand in the tub and piss
on myself or lie back and direct the pee into my mouth. I was
beginning to be attracted to boys at that time and fantasized a
lot about certain ones doing these things to me. I was a "latch
key" kid and since I was alone for hours at a time, could play my
fantasies out. At about that time I began to wet my pants on
purpose and walk around the house wet. I would also piss into
cups and drink everything I gave out . When I was 12, I was
particularly attracted to my next door neighbor, a French
Canadian/Irish boy who was about six months younger than I.

John and I had a relationship which was fairly normal at first.
We played around in the neighborhood, went swimming (I would do
my best to sneek a peek at his pubic area - he had a nice,
substantial boy cock), and would play games in his or my house.
Eventually, we began to play some less common games, but ones
which are not unknown to boys of 11 and 12. We had been playing
Monopoly in his basement rumpus room. The game had been taking
its customary long time when John announced that he had to take a
piss. Up until that time, he had always acted like a chaste, holy
Catholic angel. The word "piss" what totally out of character for
him. The very sound of the word coming out of his mouth excited
me.

I told John that I, too, needed to "drain my weiner." We went to
the downstairs toilet and pulled out our penises. We crossed
streams and splashed our piss against the side of the bowl until
John began to move back from the toilet slowly, arcing his stream
so that it would make it to the bowl. He looked at me and
giggled. John was not such an angel, after all. Thus started our
pee games which would go on for several months.

We engaged in very typical (it turns out) piss games: who could
piss the farthest, the most (caught in quart mayonaisse jars),
the longest, the highest. John's basement was perfect for these
games since it was cemented, had a drain and thus could be easily
hosed down. I was determined to see how far I could pull him into
my world of piss and raunch. One day when we were playing the
"who could piss the most" game, I challenged John to drink some
of his piss. John was reluctant to drink the mayaonaisse jar of
piss that he held in his hand so I took the first drink of mine.
We were both about 12 at the time, John six months younger than
me. He giggled as I drank my pee, put the jar to his own mouth
and started to let it touch his lips. Again, he pulled the yellow
liquid away. I took the jar from him and took a gulp. I was
surprised to find out that his piss tasted differant from mine. I
dared him again and this time he took the jar, placed it to his
lips and drank it all in one draught, more piss than I'd ever
drunk at one time. He laughed at having tricked me into tasting
his. It was obvious that he'd been doing it himself for awhile.

Our various piss games continued for several months, mostly
distance and quantity as with your friend. One day I asked John
if he'd ever pee'd his pants. "Not since I was a baby" was his
reply. Again a dare, again an acceptance. We stood in his
basement in our blue jeans facing each other. I strained my
bladder as he did. Almost simultaneuously small wet spots
appeared on the blue material of our pants and spread down our
legs. When I was half done I stopped pissing but John kept going
until the wet spot had covered the front of his pants, down the
right leg and had extended up the rear in matched, dark blue
patches.

I still had a lot of piss in my body so I told John that it was
fun to wet my own pants but I wondered what it was like to wet
someone elses. Could I wet his pants? He was just about in
hysterics at the idea. I whipped out my little dick, unzipped his
Levis, (no 501's in those days) and slipped my dickie into his
underpants and pissed. It was a gas feeling my piss wet his body
and I got a super little stiff doing it. It was nicest feeling
our bodies pressed together, though. I pulled out while my prick
was still streaming and finished off spraying his pants and my
own from the outside. Of course we had to wash our clothes in his
washer next so we stripped them off and waited around in the
rumpus room next to the washroom. This was the first time that
I'd seen John completely nude except at the swimming pool and
then it had been quickly and mostly from the rear. John, though
younger than I, was starting to develope in the genital
department. He had a few wisps of red pubic hair whiich I
examined closely and his pricklet was starting to get chubbier.
More fun was to come that afternoon.

After we put our clothing in the washer, John and I stood facing
each other rather shyly looking at each other nude for the first
time. As I said, he was 6 months younger than I but his cock was
starting to fill out and he sported some long, downy red hair
around its base. Mine was still very much a little boy's penis,
but looking at John had made it very stiff. John and I were both
Catholics and I knew what I had done was a mortal sin, but what I
was about to do was going to be worse. I reached over and touched
his sweet, semi-erect penis, softly at first and then more
firmly. He went from semi-hard to steel-like in a flash. I pulled
him into his rumpus room by his peg and we lay on the rug.  I put
my head as close to his prick as I could and began to rub it like
I rubbed my own every day. John moaned and sighed and placed his
hand over mine so that I couldn't stop if I wanted to.  I didn't
want to, of course. In a moment of daring I did to him what I
dreamt of doing for many months. I touched the tip of the small
cock with my tongue and then swallowed the whole thing into my
mouth. With a shudder, John squirted his small gout of semen into
my mouth. I knew about jiz at the time but had never seen, let
alone tasted any. It was sweet and bitter. I spit a small amount
out to see what it looked like but it looked like creamy spit to
me. Next time, I would see what it looked like, I thought.

John was too wiped out to do anything to me so I mangled my own
dick until I had a dry orgasm of my own. We ended the session by
drying our pants and promising not to tell anyone but to get back
together in my apartment the next day. During those days I had
re-discovered the joys of putting things up my ass. It started
with my finger and then progressed to olives, tootsie rolls,
candles, candy and finally hot dogs. I sometimes would dare, when
I was feeling very raunchy, to poop out what I'd put in and eat
it if it were small, for instance an olive or tootsie roll. My
greatest discovery at that time was an enema bag. I loved to fill
it with warm water or my own piss and shoot it in me, gradually
getting so I could take a cup and a half at a time.

In bed that night after giving John my first blow job, I
fantasized about all the things I wanted John to do with me. I
had spent much of the early evening that night playing with
myself. I took a candle to bed with me and poked it into my hole
while I fiddled with my pricklet, pretending that it was John's
cock. The next day he came by as we had planned. We were both shy
about beginning any more games. Finally he said he had to pee, a
signal that maybe we should begin. I told him to take off his
clothes and I did the same. We went to the bathroom and got into
the empty tub. I asked him to piss a little on me and he did.
Then I knelt down and held his hose an inch from my mouth. "Go
ahead," I told him. It was hard for him to start; he was shy
about pissing in my mouth. He strained, farted when he did and
then let lose a stream of warm gold which I sprayed on my face,
in my hair and then into my mouth.

Watching me made him hard enough where he couldn't piss anymore.
I suggested he try my rear end. He used some of my mother's cold
cream and slipped his dick in easily. He was smaller than the
candle but it was heaven for me to have him inside. He fucked me
two or three times and came quickly, falling on top of me in the
excitement of his orgasm. I had a sharp, intense orgasm while he
fucked me. He was about to pull out as he softened, but I told
him to finish the job - piss in me. He didn't need to be told
twice and the next thing I knew he was filling me with more
liquid than I could hold. I exploded in a shower of piss and
little bits of shit just as soon as John pyulled out of me,
barely missing getting him dirty. I stunk but I discovered that I
loved the smell and the turn on that I got.

Fortunately, when I released the piss from inside me, I'd been
able to hold most of the contents of my intestines inside me, or
else I would have been more embarassed than I was. I liked the
idea of "letting go" but was shy about it in front of John. As it
were, he kidded me greatly about crapping on myself although I'd
only lost a few little bits of shit. He rinsed me off with the
shower hose we had and I climbed from the tub and gingerly made
my way to the toilet where I evacuated my bowels with a loud and
smelly fart. John was interested in how it felt and I offered to
plug him and piss up his ass. He seemed interested, but like you,
was reluctant to go through with it.
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