Watersport

By moc.tenretnitb@96relletyrots

Published on Apr 25, 2015

Gay

Watersport 7

I pushed a wet finger into his arse: he yelled: he came and came and came and came. Four good spurts, all sweet and tasty. Ah, boy!

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And we climbed into the pool to rest and he fell asleep in my arms, his cum still tasting on my tongue. I stroked his hair and marvelled at the beauty of this boy - so young yet so experienced; so soft yet so hard. An hour passed.

Suddenly he woke up "God, I need to piss."

"So piss - do it here, that's why we're in the pool, dummy."

"Oh yeah, I forgot, we agreed just to let it happen when it happened - no warning."

"You got it, Lee, so just let it go, only now you've broken the spell let me get in position." I laid down on my back - he was naked but I still had clothes on - and opened my fly and made him kneel between my open legs. I held my jeans open and he started to piss straight onto my cock. "Hold on a minute," I said, "I want you to get right in there." He pinched off his foreskin and it stretched as the next spurt of piss filled it. We both stood and he put his cock, still pinching it, into my fly. "OK, let the whole lot go now," I begged. Immediately he let go of his foreskin the pent-up piss gushed onto my cock, flooding my balls and running down my leg. More and more piss came from this boy until at last he spent the last dribble. "That was fan-fucking-tastic," he breathed. "Yeah, it was for me too," I said, "now we'll do the same to you. First you put your jeans back on."

And I put my cock into his fly and emptied my bladder onto him, my piss soaking him from his waist downwards.

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When I'd finished we both stripped off and wrung the piss out as best we could into the pool. Then the soaked jeans went into the drier, still all pissy. "Why aren't you washing them?" asked Lee. "Wait and you'll find out," I replied. We then showered again. It was now half past two.

When we'd finished showering - no sex this time as we wanted to keep something in reserve for Jack - we worked on filling our bladders. Lee, as kids can, downed about half a litre of coke. "Don't take too much or you'll need to piss before Jack gets here."

"Don't worry, I know my bladder; it'll be just fine." I had a couple of beers.

When the drier had finished the cycle I sent Lee to collect our clothes. When he opened the door the smell hit him. "God, I see why you didn't wash anything - that stink is really raunchy! Can we go out wearing those?" "Of course, that's why we did it like that."

"Won't people stare?"

"So? We'll just stare back," I replied. I didn't tell Lee that I had no intention of being anywhere near anyone who might smell me. Just before we left we each downed another swig, Lee of cock and me (driving, alas) almost a litre of juice. I was getting slightly uncomfortable - just how I like it. We piled into the Land Rover and drove to McDonalds. It was about ten to four.

"Lee, I'm going to stay here while you go in. It will be better if you and Jack have the chance to talk after he gets off at four. You never know, but he might have had time to think twice about it. If he sees a cutie like you wearing those jeans, and he can't help picking up the smell, he will be turned on and won't shy away."

"Are you sure?" asked Lee. "No, I'm not sure, but I think he will be keen once he sees you. Go on, we don't want him to think we're not coming."

Lee bounced out of the Land Rover, his cute buns tightly clad in ripe-smelling jeans as he walked away into McDonalds.

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Lee takes over.

I wasn't too keen to do this on my own. I liked the smell - it was so wicked to be in public stinking like a men's bog. My cock was hard and I had to adjust it before I went in. On the doorstep - pause - OK, here goes. Sit by the bog again, 'cos that's where Jack'll look for me - there he is - he's blushing - he's smiling. There's about a dozen people in here but no-one's nearby, thank goodness. Mind you, they'll catch a whiff if they go to the bog, but maybe they'll think it's the bog smelling, and not me - oh! he's coming over.

"Hi," said Jack, "you're back. Where's your pal?"

"In the car, he wanted me to come for you by myself."

"I think I can guess what you were hinting at earlier, and I've been thinking about it. I wasn't completely sure, but now that I can smell your jeans I know I was guessing right." He moved to my side so that he was hidden from the rest of the people there and my eyes were on his bulge. He made it twitch. "Go on," he whispered, "touch it." I did - it wasn't fully hard but it lurched when I put my hand on it. "I finish in five minutes. Go into the bog and wait in the end cubicle."

This wasn't in the plan, but it seemed like a fun idea. "OK." And after a couple of minutes I went into the bog. There was a row of urinals and three cubicles - the end one was the disabled one - lots of room, I thought. I went in and locked the door, amd waited. My cock was as hard as hell and my balls were sensing something new and exciting. My bladder was pretty full, but not bursting. What would happen, I wondered?

After a few minutes I heard the door open. Jack said quietly "it's me," and I unlocked the door. He came in and I locked the door behind him. "we don't have much time," he said, "the new guy will check this out at quarter past to make sure it's been cleaned." He felt my cock through my jeans and I felt his. He put his mouth to my ear and whispered "tell me what you like doing." I whispered back "I like piss and Paul is teaching me about scat. But I like cumming and pretty well anything that makes me cum is good. Right now we have to go and join Paul though. My bladder is only going to last ten minutes and his is about the same. We tanked up for you."

"So did I," whispered Jack, "so let's go and see what happens."

We left and crossed the car park to where Paul was waiting.

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Paul takes over again.

Here they are at last. I'm getting quite twitchy now. Jack looks as though he's got quite a stiffy already and Lee's is clearly fully hard. They get in. "Well, hi, Jack. Has Lee told you what's up?"

"No, not exactly. He's told me he likes piss and scat, but that's all. I'm into watersports but scat isn't something I've ever thought about. Let's leave that for the time being. But you guys have full bladders and so have I, so let's deal with that." This could be fun, I thought. Jack is a real good looker. I felt his crutch and it was certainly well-filled.

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I drove us home. We went in. Jack saw the pool. "My God!" he said, "you guys are exactly what I've dreamed of!" We all stripped off - this would be an urgent first time.

Exactly what happened will have to wait until Watersport 8.

Don't forget the giving bit, guys.

Next: Chapter 7


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