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More of New Orleans

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 07 Jun 1998 1 comments
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by wetfraser As I last left the previous story, by the way which is all true as best I can recollect after quite a bit of drinking, I had come back to the hotel room to rest up for a wild evening - and to sleep off some of the beer I had consumed earlier in the day. When I awoke, I was stetched out on the bed, still wearing my skintight pair of jeans I had pissed and cummed that afternoon. I also realized I still had on my cockring and buttplug. As soon as I came to, my cock started to get hard again. Partly due to the cockring and buttplug, but also from the fact that I needed to piss. As I looked out the window, I was dark and I could hear the partying on Bourbon Street. I laid on the bed and relaxed my bladder a bit and could feel the warm piss start to we my jeans. I have good control so I did not soak them, just enough to let the piss run back towards my butt and wet the front of the jeans a bit. I stopped and got up off the bed and got ready for the evening. Looking in the mirror I realised that even though the street was dark and crowded, the hotel lobby was not. Hmmm, what should I do. Ah, what the hell I would walk right though, wet jeans and all. I carried with me a pair of outrageous shorts which I was to shy to wear out on the street, but maybe later in the bar. Off I went to Bourbon Street. As I got towards St. Anns and Bourbon I was getting quite a few smiles as a strutted down the street in my skintight jeans and obvious hard cock showing through. I made it to Rawhides, A hot Levis/Leather bar where I told my 2 friends I met earlier to meet me. I grabbed a beer and started milling thru the bar. What a bunch of hot guys in jeans, cut offs, net shorts, mmmmmm. I walked around to the back of room and leaned against the wall, right in the light, so I could be seen. In just a minute a hot looking guy, also in skintight jeans came up to me and started talking. He was also from the conference and we had some same interests - technical as well as tight wet jeans, I found out. He reached down and flt my damp jeans and rock hard cock. He asked if I like to piss my jeans and what could I say... I dropped my hand down and started to massage his cock thru his jeans. Just then the jeans started to get warm and wet. He smiled and said that he though I would find it interesting. As a tease, I stopped and let him continue to massage me. My cock was ready to burst. He then unsnapped my jeans - this pair that I have used to be zipper fly, but being so tight, the zipper broke and I put 3 snaps in place of the zipper - makes it much easier to open, and the exposed snaps really make them look outrageous to wear. I felt his hand start to feel inside my jeans, my shaved, smooth cock just wanting to cum out. I could see he was unbuttoning his jeans at the same time. He pulled out his cock, at least 8" with a cock ring too. I did nothing and let him have control. I just leaned back and enjoyed. He then pulled out my cock and inserted it into his jeans, at the same time placing his cock in my jeans. He grabbed my butt and pulled us tight, while grinding his thighs into mine. I was not sure if I was going to explode right there. I thne started to feel is cock emit a warm stream of piss into my jeans. This was the first time I have had someone piss on me and was not sure what to do. I could feel my jeans legs getting soaked and well as everything else. A puddle was forming on the floor. Since I needed to piss to, I started to fill his jeans with my hot piss too. I just let go. After what seemed like a couple of minutes we moved apart to look at our soaked jeans and still hard cocks. I grabbed mine and started to JO all over the front of his jeans and shirt, while he did the same. We were a mess. After we both finished cumming, I pussed my now limp cock back into my double soaked jeans and walked back over to the bar to buy another beer. He did the same. I had to pay for the beer with soaking wet cash, the bartender smiled and said it was still legal tender. We both sat down at the bar and talked a bit. My 2 friends then came in and joined us. We each started to massage each other right at the bar. My fiend, feeling my wetness asked what I had been up to for the past hour or so. And I told him the story. He suggested that I needed to get out of the wet clothes, which brings me to the end of this portion of the story. In the next portion, you remember I had carried with me a pair of way to short cut offs. What do you think I did - a 1/ dozen beers, cut off shorts, the bar has a 'dance table' and I am quite an exhibitionist. More of the story later, in a week or so.. but I did make a fast $50 in tips during the next few hours that night. More details later, but I must go for now. Cheers, and keep it cumming.