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 A wet wintery evening
Posted byrudeboy on Sunday, January 10 @ 14:17:08 CST
Contributed by Anonymous
I had been sitting in the car for three hours. It was freezing cold outside, the motorway had come to a standstill long ago and I was just finishing the last can of coke I had. I was beginning to think I would be stuck there all night when I noticed something in the rear view mirror. Cars were being abandoned, locked up, and people were being sent walking.
There were a few policemen directing everyone to display their phone numbers on their windscreens and then walk back up the motorway to the emergency aid unit which had been set up up by the army.
We were told we would be able to get something hot to drink and something to eat. I was starting to get desperate to piss too, so I was hoping for somewhere to do that. I really didn't want to be pulling my cock out on the side of the road, being as cold as I was. But I had had a large cup of coffee at the services sixty miles back, and had then got through my litre flask of coffee after the snow had closed the road. Silly me, not thinking, had then decided, out of boredom, to continue drinking the three cans of coke I had left until they were all gone too.
Walking along the road, as directed, I kept thinking, please let there be some toilets. The pressure building in my bladder was intense, I hadn't known I could hold so much in me. Well, the truth was, I couldn't. By the time I reached the emergency tents, I had already leaked a bit and could feel the warm piss in my pants and 501s go incredibly cold very quickly.
On arrival, I asked a policeman where the toilets were. I was told there were none set up yet, but to go behind the army truck if I was desperate. Which I really was. Inside the truck was full of soldiers, a sight I would have been really interested in if I hadn't have had urgent other needs to take care of. The place I was supposed to piss was overlooked by these soldiers and from their angle they would be able to see everything. The thought of all these squaddies able to see me while I pissed was at the front of my mind and was turning me on big time. Despite the cold and my aching bladder I could feel I had a semi starting to throb before I pulle my dick out.
What a relief it was to piss. I would have preferred somewhere warm, but by now I knew I could not have waited any longer. With soldiers walking back and forth behind me behind their trucks, carrying supplies into the relief tents, I could barely concentrate. My piss was arching up in the air as I got harder. I knew that this was wrong, but I couldn't help it. Finally after pissing just enough to relieve the painful pressure, I could piss no more with self consciousness in front of these hot guys and my stiffening cock. So I stuffed my cock back into my jeans and did myself up, and went over to the tent to get warm.
Inside there were about a hundred other people, fellow stuck motorists. Coffee, tea and soup was laid on. I was now in no mood to eat anything. I went to the drinks and a cute young soldier served me a hot coffee. I could feel myself blushing a bit, especially when he winked at me. Strange I thought, but not unpleasant. "We all enjoy a hot drink, don't we?" he said. I mumbled something to the affimrative and went and sat down near the heaters. Pretty soon I was starting to feel much better, but could tell another piss was going to be needed soon. Draning off the coffee, I went back out to drain my dick again.
I decided to find somewhere a little more private this time, slightly away from the army truck. I had to walk past it first but found somewhere behind a lorry a little way behind. I was just pulling my cock out when I heard footsteps coming along. Another soldier! This one about 6 foot tall, a couple of inches above me, striding along. "Am I OK to take a leak here?" I asked him.
"Evening sir," he said. "Of course you can. I need to do the same. But I can be a bit shy so I was looking for somewhere quieter to do it." With that he stood right next to me and pulled his a fat long cut dick out. He noticed me looking. I thoguht we was going to get pissed off or something and I could feel my face burning. But then he had this cheeky grin on his face and chuckled. So I though, hey ho.... here of all places on such a night!
I squirted a few squirts of piss out and noticed he was staring down in awe at my cock. It's fairly average, veiny, uncut. But swelling now. I directed my piss slightly towards this soldier now. Just to test the waters, so to speak. he was just starting his piss flow and he did the same until we were doing crossswords. We both laughed and I noticed that I was not the only one getting off on this.
His piss stopped now, he hadn't pissed much. I thought, this is a chance I cannot missed. I dropped to my knees, grabbed his cock in my right hand and pulled it into my mouth. A delicious taste of piss was dedectable and I really got off on that, my hard on poking out of my levis and rubbing against his uniform trousers. As I sucked him off, he lifted his leg and rubbed his boots gently but firmly into my groin.
This was such a turn on and I went sucking at his cock all the more for it. I could feel that he was not going to last all that long, he put his foot firmly back down on the snow covered road and grabbed my head, fucking my face. My hands on his arse, I could feel him starting to buck and then his whole body was shaking as he pumped and pumped what felt like a gallon of spunk into my mouth. I was nearly choking on it. I swallowed it all happily down and then looked up at him.
He had this odd serious look on his face. Then I noticed he was looking over to the right. I followed his gaze with my own eyes and saw he was staring at the cute blonde soldier who had served me coffee earlier. I stayed where I was as they smiled at each other. The soldier I had sucked off told me he needed to piss again. I stayed exactly where I was! It took him a moment to get started and then it was coming. A slow trickle to begin with, he was soon releasing a torrent of hot, strong piss into my mouth. I soon got into the correct swallowing rhythm, gulping it all down and only spilling a tiny amount down my shirt.
I couldn't believe it. Amazing. I cleaned his dick with my tongue and then to my sadness, he put himself away, and rubbed my head. I stood up, and he pulled cigarettes out and lit one. He leaned over to me, and whispered in my ear, "My mate over there loves to take it just like you, if you have any to give him," winked at me, and stood back. I looked over at his friend, who returned my gaze with a smile, and nodded to him.
That was all it took. He strutted over, saluted me, and then bent over to my softening didk. I knew I had to piss again now. There was no way I could be sucked off first I was that full. And a hardon would not be an obstacle either, the amount I had in me. So I just let go. He choked at first and it spilled out all down his fatigues, I pissed into his face and then he went back down on me, finding his own rhythm now and taking all my piss down. Such a great feeling, having one hot soldiers piss and cum inside you, whilst his cute mate takes yours.
I thought I was going to piss forever, but eventually, after what felt like five minutes of constant pissing, I could feel I was just about empty. I cut off the flow and the guy caught his breath back and continued sucking my cock. He was an accomplished sucker too. I was harder than I remember having been for a long time, more turned on than anything had turned me on before, when the first soldier grabbed my head and started roughly kissing me as he mate continued his work.
That was all it took to tip me over the edge and I knew I couldn't stop myself from coming now even if I had wanted to. My balls were tight and my orgasm was so intense, I must have shot a similar load into this guys mouth as the first soldier had shot into mine. I had never known anything like it before. As it finally subsided, I let go of the last bit of piss I had and pulled out.
The soldier stood up, and I then gently kissed him, pulled his cock out, took it in my right hand and started wanking him. His cock felt hot and large in my hand and I knew I had to make him come. I started rubbing his cock into the wet patch of my 501s where I had pissed myself earlier. His mate finished his cigarette, started to wank his own cock again and then started fondling the arse of this horny soldier I was wanking off. It wasn't long before his moaning became less controlled and faster. As I leant back against the lorry, he leant harder into me, rubbing on the wet patch as the first soldier was pushing him into me from behind. He then spunked a massive, sticky load down the leg of my still pissy 501s.
Inside my jeans I was hard again too, as he moved to the side, and the first soldier took his place against me. He was rubbing his fantastic dick into his mates spunk and my damp jeans. Blondie then leant back, I thought, he can't be ready for me already. But no, he wasn't hard. It was only as I felt his piss gushing onto my denim and his mates cock that I twigged what he wanted to do. I couldn't believe how hard I was agin already.
The feeling of this solider piss soaking my jeans as his mate frotted my spunked up denim was unlike anything I had known and I knew I would be likely to cum again soon.
This was enough now too for the first soldier, he groaned and spunked another load of cum onto my jeans, right against the other side of the denim from where my cockhead was. It soaked through, I could smell it and feel this hot soldier spunk against my own cock. Almost instantly I was cumming again myself, and spunked a wet load into the other side of the rough feeling, piss and cum soaked denim.
Exhausted now and starting to get cold, I was taken back to have a hot drink and a change of clothes (they said my clothes had got wet in the snow) and that was the last I ever saw of them. Or at least I thought it would be, until I went to put my unwashed jeans back on the next day after I had dried them out over the radiator, and found a note in the back pocket. A mobile number was scrawled there on the back of an old envelope, together with a list of free dates. Something to keep me busy, I though to myself, as I put the jeans on, smiled, and cracked another one off.
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Re: A wet wintery evening (Score: 1)
by pissoire on Monday, January 11 @ 23:26:29 CST
(User Info | Send a Message) | | Wonderful happening. I hope it was based on an actual event, but have my doubts because of the use of Australian terms. got me hard. |
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Re: A wet wintery evening (Score: 1)
by fulltank on Thursday, March 11 @ 14:52:35 CST
(User Info | Send a Message) | | I love this story--both because it's so well written and because it is so *hot*. Highest rating--count me as your biggest fan. |
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