Gay pee stories

I am officially pissing myself. It leaks over my hands in small yellow streams. I shudder as I continue to fight it but it's no use. It releases at full force, leaking through the material of my pants and pattering against the floor. My clutch on my dick doesn't lessen. Lines of yellow climb over my hands as they hold onto my pants.

It's. The main part I'm looking for is that moment of thinking, "I don't want to risk an accident over there, so I'll just pee my pants over here instead," and it sounds like you had that moment three times! And you described your eventual successful pee in quite wonderful detail. Read Can I Use the Toilet Please?

and more premium Bl Community series now on Tapas!. Stories by, for, and/or about Gay and Bi Young People. Several years ago, I heard a rumor about a guy in a rural area who holds piss parties during the summer in his backyard. When I found a mailing list for those interested in piss play, it wasn’t. Note: All sexually involved characters in this story are Eighteen years of age or older. A small portion of the story involves a group of college boys playing what they call the Watergame, where they all drink a lot of water and try mostly unsuccessfully to keep from wetting their pants, and the last boy to stay dry wins.

If you find the concept of a few guys wetting their pants objectionable, you may not want to read this story. Jeff and Matt are in their junior year at university, and have been dorm mates since their freshman year. Matt just turned 21 a few weeks ago, and is the only one of the two that can legally purchase alcohol. Cliff caught up with Matt, while Matt was headed to the parking lot. You guys are always willing to share your beer with me—and—well—will a Twenty buy us an extra twelve-pack?

I moaned as a strong jet

Cliff and Matt returned to the dorm about half an hour later. Matt knew that both packs would not fit in the small fridge and asked Cliff to put one of them in his fridge until they needed it, a little later. An hour later they had all drank three cans each. It filled his underwear and the crotch of his jeans, and ran down the inside of his pants leg, making a puddle on the floor.

He and Jeff both grinned, while Cliff watched, with his mouth open wide. Seconds later, Jeff shifted the position of his penis, shoving the head into one of his pants legs and proceeded to saturate his pants leg, with pee running off his knee onto the floor, creating a second puddle. Cliff watched in total disbelief and shock, while also doing a pee dance, and feeling he is running out of time. Cliff made a beeline for the bathroom, pulling his cock out through his fly and aiming the head toward the toilet, starting to piss about five feet from the toilet bowl, but the entire stream landed inside the bowl.

Cliff squeezed out the last, tucked his cock back in his pants and zipped up again. Secretly Matt and Jeff wanted Cliff to win, and allowed them selves to lose, hoping Cliff might want to play the game again in the future. Jeff grabbed two thick bath towels from the hamper in the bathroom, and dropped them on the two puddles to soak up the pee that had run onto the floor. Neither Matt nor Jeff made any attempt to remove their wet jeans.

Matt placed a plastic trash bag on the seat of his computer chair to keep his quite-soaked jeans from leaking into the seat cushion before sitting down. Jeff used another large trash bag to place under his wet jeans, and sat on the sofa, offering the other side to Cliff.

Jeff and Cliff got into a ball game on the TV, and all three men continued to drink more beer. Matt was working on a project on his computer. When Matt or Jeff had too much pressure, they just leaked a little more piss into their jeans. Cliff could handle a little more, as he had dumped his bladder into the toilet, twice.

Jeff grinned, WTF, it was only wet with a little pee, not gonna hurt anyone. Jeff and Matt, glanced at each other and then got up, and removed the personal stuff like wallets and keys from their pockets and lay them on the desk, then removed their sneakers and socks. They then walked back in front of Cliff, naked from the waste down, and their flaccid peckers openly exposed.

Matt and Jeff then walked to their dresser and got pairs of dry, clean boxer-briefs, and pulled them on. The three guys destroyed the food after it arrived, and Cliff, since he was actually dressed in jeans, offered to take the trash, including all the empty beer cans, out to the dumpster. He then went to his room. Maybe we can even get Cliff to play with us.