Fred's Fantasies

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met.

Fred's Fantasies

(Bisexual, Urination)

by Amber Fountaine

Each day of waiting had seemed like a lifetime. Fred had been looking forward to this weekend ever since his wife had mentioned she'd be going with her mother to visit her sister. He was glad to stay home alone. Her sister wasn't bad, in fact, she could be a lot of fun sometimes. However, if he never saw his mother-in-law again, it would still be too soon. And unfortunately, there were times of late when he was almost to the point of feeling that way about his wife.

When they'd begun dating, back when Fred was still in law school, Virginia had seemed like the perfect woman for Fred. While it bothered him some that she had no interest in premarital sex, he'd been sure, as sexy as she was in every other respect, that once they were man and wife, she'd be as good in bed as any man could ask for.

During the honeymoon, that had proven to be true. Ginny had acted like a child with a new toy and Fred had let Ginny play with his 'toy' all she wanted. And when it came to oral sex, he thought Ginny was in a league by herself. She loved to be eaten and preferred to have her orgasms that way. And she wasn't at all selfish about returning the favor - at least not at first. But it was only a short time, hardly a year or two, before they were making 'let' instead of making love.

It seemed to Fred that if he pestered her for sex often enough, and he hadn't done anything that could cause a fight that she could use as an excuse not to, then she'd 'let' him have sex. As a result, like many men in his situation, he resorted to masturbation and fantasy in lieu of cheating.

That was the reason he'd been looking forward to Ginny being gone a few days. His efforts for a farewell fuck the previous evening had been rebuffed, so he was almost jumping with joy as he saw her back into the street and drive off. He was hard before she reached the first stop sign and naked by the time she reached the highway. Then he had to figure which masturbatory fantasy to work on first. As usual, he began with thoughts of his teenage buddy, Billy Tanner.

"Hey Bud, want to pump out a load?" Billy asked over the phone.

Fred had to laugh. It was just like Billy to be so direct and Fred was nearly certain that Billy was already naked and had his cock in hand. Thinking about that got Fred hard too. "Maybe. When do your folks get home?"

"At least dark. There was a note on the table when I got home from school that said I was supposed to fix my own supper."

"If you're tired of fixing TV dinners, I got something you can eat."

"Shit, that cock of yours wouldn't feed my goldfish."

Fred had to laugh at that before he told him, "Asshole. You don't HAVE a goldfish. Besides, I wasn't going to feed you my cock - just the cream."

It was the typical banter the two shared whenever they talked about sex. They always joked about sucking or fucking like it was something they did all the time. The truth was that both boys were total virgins and neither had done that with anyone of either sex. The only sex the two boys had shared was jacking off together with the added stimulation of the porno books and tapes that Billy's dad never seemed to miss.

So that afternoon had started like so many others, with the boys getting naked in Billy's den while a porno tape played on the TV. There were also a handful of magazines on the coffee table if the tape got boring or repetitious. Billy had his cock in one hand, a magazine in the other and his head down when Fred asked him, "Hey dude. You trying to tell me something?"

Billy looked at him, puzzled, and then the TV screen when Fred nodded in that direction. The two guys, that had been pounding the pussies of the two girls in the movie, now were sucking on each other's cocks. "Holy Shit!" Billy exclaimed, dropping his cock and the magazine and sitting up straight. "Where did my dad get this one?"

Fred laughed. "How am I supposed to know that?"

"I didn't mean for you to answer asshole. I was thinking out loud."

"Better not do that," Fred cautioned, acting serious. "You'll get arrested for indecency."

Both boys watched in awe as the characters in the scene shifted. One of the men was now laying on a chaise lounge mattress next to the pool. One of the girls sat on his face and the other man and woman converged on the hard cock of the guy laying on the mattress and began passing it back and forth, taking turns at sucking it.

The boys never spoke or looked away from the screen until the scene shifted again. This time the second girl mounted the stiff prick they'd been sucking and the other guy stood next to the two women, letting the ladies share his cock.

"Think you could do that?" Billy asked.

"Do what. They were doing lots of things. As if I'd ever get the chance. Karen gets pissed if I even feel her tits when we kiss."

"I mean what the guys were doing to each other."

"Of course I COULD," Fred stressed. "Any guy could. But that doesn't mean I want to."

"Might be fun to try it sometime just to see what it's like." Then he added sheepishly, "I'd let you and no one will ever know."

By now Fred could see that Billy had resumed stroking himself and had turned on the couch so that he was facing Fred more than before. Billy seemed to be moving his hand slower than usual and with each down stroke, it was almost as if he was offering it to Fred and Fred was clearly tempted. Every time Billy's hand reached the base of his cock, the head would swell and turn the color of a red apple. Fred wondered briefly if the snake and the apple that Eve had given in to in the Garden of Eden had really been like the one he was looking at. Then he gave in to temptation and unlike Eve, he didn't just take a bite. He took the whole shiny, red apple-colored head in his mouth, all the way to the opening of his throat. When he began to gag, he backed off, looked at the cock in front of his face, then up at his friend.

"You promise not to tell?" Fred asked belatedly. When he realized that it was a little late to worry, and knowing at this point that Billy would promise anything whether he meant it or not, he resumed trying to imitate the blowjobs they'd watched in the porno films. He heard Billy promise secrecy and offer to do him next but Fred could have cared less - if he heard him at all. The erotic thrill of having his best friend's cock in his mouth was overwhelming every other sensation, including sight and sound.

When the boys had watched porno together, they often commented on the way the actors would pull out to shoot cum on some girl's back or belly and referred to that as 'wasting it'. Then they'd continue jacking their cocks and a few minutes later, when they'd reached their own climaxes, they'd shoot on their own stomachs and chests and had never considered, at least out loud to each other, that they too were wasting it just like in the porno flicks.

So as Fred continued sucking Billy's cock, he thought about that and knew he had a decision to make. A few minutes later, when Fred felt Billy's cock get incredibly rigid, he knew what was coming and decided he wouldn't let his friend waste a drop. He took every precious globule of creamy jism in his mouth and savored the flavor as long as he could. Then he swallowed the whole load.

Billy was incredulous. "You didn't spit it out?"

"Was I supposed to?" Fred responded with a sheepish grin of his own. "It doesn't taste any different than mine."

Some time back they'd challenged each other to taste their own cum after they'd jacked off, like they'd seen a girl in the movie do for a guy she'd jacked off, and it had become a standard part of their masturbation ritual. But up to that moment, they'd only tasted their own. Now Fred had gone beyond merely tasting his friends cum. He'd taken every drop, held it in his mouth to relish the taste, and then swallowed it all.

Fred was smart enough to know not to try to coerce Billy into doing it too. If he took a, 'I did you, now you have to do me' kind of stance, Billy might refuse, no matter what he'd previously promised. So instead, Fred took the 'one up' approach.

"Kinda neat being ahead of you again," he told Billy, working on Billy's competitive nature.

That made Billy sit up. "Ahead how?"

"I've tried it and you haven't. And it was damn good! I oughta just leave now so you have to go find some other guy to try it with."

"Bull shit! You can't leave until I suck you too."

As Fred laid back and felt Billy's lips close over the head of his cock, Fred thought to himself, 'Do I know this guy or what. Works every time.'

Fred stopped for a moment, reluctantly releasing his cock. As soon as the first bead of pre-cum had formed, he'd caught it with a fingertip, tasted it, and let his cock stand free. It wasn't that he was so close to getting his cum, but he didn't want to rush it. He had days to enjoy himself instead of the brief minutes or hours that often comprised his solo sex activities. And that meant a trip to the garage. There was something else he'd discovered he loved with the help of Billy Tanner and could only be done when his wife was out of town - or he was.

As he dug out the large suitcase containing his supplies, he thought, 'Too bad she didn't leave last night. I could already be laying in a wet bed. But there's always tonight.' His sense of urgency was heightened by the fact that he'd been drinking coffee since before breakfast in preparation for this moment and his bladder was bursting. He wished this was something he could share with Ginny, but knew better than to fantasize about it. The one and only time she'd accommodated him had been on their honeymoon.

It was the second or third evening that they'd been in Cancun and they'd just come in from a night of dancing at the clubs. They'd undressed each other and then decided they both needed to pee. He'd talked her into sitting on his lap and pissing on his cock and they'd wound up fucking on the toilet seat. After he'd cum, his cock softened some but remained inside her long enough for him to give her a piss douche. Then he'd laid on the bathmat and had her squat over his face to lick out his piss and cum.

The following day, he'd asked her to do it again and she refused, accusing him of making up the story about doing crazy stuff the night before because she'd been too drunk to remember. Ironically, she could remember other things from both before and after their bathroom sex session. It was only the pee play that had been erased from her memory. He always thought it strange that she could remember him telling her about Billy, which he'd done later in bed when she asked where he'd learned to like that sort of thing, but not the piss session that preceded that confession.

"Her loss," he said aloud to his grinning image in the mirror as he stripped the bed and covered the mattress with the plastic backed pad. Then he covered that with the fitted bottom sheet and left the rest of the bedding in a pile at the foot of the bed. Seconds later, he was laying nude in the middle of the bed, pissing straight up in the air, and letting the hot pee splatter on his body. Then he aimed the arch of amber liquid up past his chest and into his open mouth. 'Yeah, it's her damn loss,' he thought as he savored the tangy pee. 'I'd rather be drinking hers. But I guess it's only guys that enjoy this sort of thing.'

When his bladder was near empty, Fred laid in the wet sheets debating whether he should jack off or not, deciding instead, since there was no need to rush, to go to the den and send Ed one more email on the chance that Ed would respond. He knew if he and Ed actually got together at long last, that Ed would want Fred to have a big load of cum for him. Their emails always stressed how hungry they were to taste a big load of the other guy's cock cream. It had been a few days since he'd had the chance to enjoy a wet jack off session and knew his first load would be a good one. With that in mind, he went to the den to sit at the computer one more time. 'No sense in wasting it' he thought with a grin, thinking of Billy again.

A couple of miles away and not many minutes later, in a much wealthier neighborhood, Kim watched quietly as her big brother pushed back from his desk to give himself more room. It wasn't the first time that she'd spied on her older brother while he played with his cock. You'd never guess that though if you were close to her, because she was so excited that her heart was beating loud enough to hear. Trey's cock wasn't the only one she'd seen or even the biggest. She was a high school senior, due to graduate in a month, and she'd had sex with several boys over the last three years. But for whatever reason, spying on her older brother excited her more than any other thing she'd tried so far.

Besides, she didn't want to fuck her brother. She was more interested in fucking with him. She knew she had a body that made grown men act like idiots, but not her older brother, who was definitely full-grown - especially the part in his right hand at the moment. She knew what he really liked and it didn't appear to be girls. It hadn't taken much effort at all for Kim to determine his computer password a few years back, and after looking through a few of his files, had come to the conclusion that her big brother Trey was queer as a three-dollar bill. It would appear, from looking at the pictures he swapped online and some of the messages he sent and received, that Trey was more interested in cock than she was. 'And kinky on top of that,' she thought with a grin. 'But I guess we both are, 'cause he's come up with some pretty good ideas and I usually seem to like 'em too.'

As she tried to crack open the door between the bathroom they shared and Trey's bedroom just a little bit more, she realized there was a good example of the kind of kinkiness her brother had unknowingly taught her, in a lump at her feet. Her twenty-five year old brother, a college graduate who was now living at home again while he continued his education, liked to wear diapers! When she'd discovered that, it had come as a bigger shock to her than when she'd figured out he was wearing her lingerie. And almost as big a shock as the day she'd seen him lay on his bed and piss in his mouth! But in the last few months, she'd tried wearing diapers and drinking pee too and found them both to be exciting.

Kim recalled the first time she'd accidentally walked in on Trey while he was jacking off. She had been in the fourth or fifth grade at the time, knew boys were different 'down there', but had little concept of what sex was other than it was supposed to be something that grownups did to make babies. So being the curious child she was, she'd thought nothing of asking her brother why he was doing that to his 'thing' and didn't it hurt. He'd been too embarrassed to answer and had screamed at her to get out of his room. He had NEVER acted like that toward her before and it had scared her - and made her all the more curious.

So a short time later, when he'd come to her to apologize, she'd asked again and got a better explanation. She later learned that it really wasn't, 'something guys HAVE to do' as he'd told her. But it was enough of an explanation that she asked for a demonstration. When he'd told her she couldn't watch, she'd had to devise other ways to satisfy her curiosity. She'd begun by conferring with her friend Ronda.

Ronda hadn't been her best friend, but she had lived next door to them at the time, and she was a year older, and she did have an older brother too. Most important, Ronda had confided that her older brother liked to walk around naked in front of her and show off his 'thing'. When Kim had told Ronda what she'd seen and asked what she knew about it, she hadn't been much help - but she knew how to find out. Together they'd approached Steve, Ronda's brother, and asked him. Steve, unlike Trey, hadn't been a bit shy about giving the young girls a demonstration, even offering a repeat performance any time they wanted. Ronda hadn't shown any interest in seeing it again, but Kim had - several times, and without Ronda being there. Kim had been fascinated watching the white cream squirt from Steve's cock. One time, Steve had even let her hold it. Then Kim had revealed to Steve how her curiosity had begun, telling him about catching Trey doing it and before Kim knew it, Steve and Trey had become buddies - really GOOD buddies, as Trey liked to say.

A year later, Ronda had told her that she'd seen the two boys naked together in Steve's bed and they had been using their mouths on each other's 'things'. "You mean they were sucking each other's cocks?" Kim had asked, and Ronda had blushed and nodded. Ronda hadn't been Kim's only source of sexual information, but in some way's she'd been the shyest.

Now, as Kim watched from the darkened bathroom, she wondered as she often had, if way back then, her telling Steve about seeing Trey jack off had been instrumental in his becoming gay. She had often speculated as to whether Steve and Trey would have begun having sex if she had kept her mouth shut. When she'd been younger, she'd almost felt responsible, but as she'd gotten older and learned more, she was almost - but not quite completely - certain that Trey would have eventually found Steve or some other boy that would have let him experiment with gay sex. She also often wondered if she would have tried it if Trey hadn't.

Still and all, she considered herself different; though she was sure that Trey having sex with Steve had been the inspiration for her to try sex with another girl. She had liked it and still did it when the opportunity arose. The difference was that she also liked guys - a lot - and Trey ONLY liked guys - a lot. The last time she could remember Trey having a date with a girl had been for his high school prom six years ago.

As she watched Trey getting close, she knew she was too. She'd been caressing her bare breasts with one hand and the other had been working inside her wet diaper for several minutes. A number of times she'd been tempted to let Trey know she shared his enjoyment in wearing and wetting diapers, but that would mean him finding out she'd been spying on him and getting into his computer. So as her orgasm neared, she tiptoed back to her room where she could enjoy it in the comfort of her own bed.

"Home alone for the weekend," Fred began his email to Ed. "and would love for you to come visit for a night or two. My bed is already wet and plenty big enough for the both of us. Holding back a big, hot, load of cum just for you. Please call me." Then he'd added his phone number and attached another picture from his collection, this one of a guy in wet diapers sucking the cock of another guy in diapers. It was Fred's favorite fantasy.

He wondered yet again if this guy Ed or Eddie, or as he was known on the net, 'eddieinateddie', was for real. His profile picture was of a guy in a woman's teddy and other lingerie. Of course that didn't mean anything. This guy Ed was supposed to be twenty-four, yet there was always the chance he was some high school kid posing as an adult, or an adult his granddad's age. If it was really a kid, that would explain why Fred's efforts to get together with him in the past had failed. And if that was true, he was glad they had. The last thing Fred wanted was to meet some kid for sex and have him turn out to be underage.

Edwin Edward Martin III - Trey as he was known to friends and family - was just about to get up from the computer when the email came through. He read the invitation two or three times and was very tempted to make that call immediately, even putting his hand on the phone. Then he chickened out yet again. There was a very good reason why.

Getting away for a day or two was no problem at all for Trey. When his folks were at the capitol, he and his sister had the run of the house, all to themselves. Even the housekeeper and the cook moved with his parents. The problem came from the fact that his dad was the Lieutenant Governor and would be running for the top job, or maybe US Senator, the following spring. So it wasn't just his own reputation that Trey had to be concerned about. The media would have a field day if they got wind that the son of E. E. 'Dub' Martin II, was some sort of perverted homosexual.

Then Trey opened the picture attached to the email and he felt his cock twitch. Trey loved to suck cock and he loved to wear diapers and wet them. The one thing he'd never had a chance to try was combining the two things he loved the most like the guys in the picture.

The picture of the two diapered men also reminded Trey of something else. He'd left a wet diaper laying on the floor of the bathroom he shared with his little sister and she was supposed to be home around noon. While he still had lots of time, he didn't want to take the chance of forgetting like he had once before. Maria wasn't there to help with a cover story if Kim happened to find another wet diaper on the floor. He'd been lucky the last time.

Maria was the Martin family housekeeper and had been like a nanny to the kids when they'd been younger. She knew all about Trey's fondness for wetting diapers and felt partially responsible for it. Probably because of that guilt, she continued to help Trey indulge in his sexual perversions.

It had begun when Kim had been three and still in diapers. Maria had caught Trey twice, putting on a wet diaper that she'd taken off of Kim, and as punishment, she'd made Trey wear and wet diapers for a week. It hadn't worked liked she'd thought it would. In her attempt to break him of the habit of wearing his sister's used, wet diapers, she'd taught him the pleasure of wearing and wetting his own. He'd been going on ten at the time, so it had been their secret for fifteen years.

When Kim had found the wet diaper a couple of years back and had asked Trey about it, he'd denied any knowledge and told Kim that Maria must have left it there. Then he'd quickly told Maria what had happened and Maria had covered for him, telling Kim that Maria's sister had stopped by with Maria's young nephew and that the boy had needed his diaper changed and Maria had done it in Trey's room and that she'd forgotten about the diaper. Kim seemed to have bought that story, but he was sure she wasn't about to fall for another one. That made getting that diaper picked up a higher priority than either deciding about Fred's email or jacking off. He got to the bathroom just in time to hear soft, animal like moans coming from Kim's room and knowing she wasn't supposed to be home yet, he opened the door to her room and walked in to investigate.

It was a toss up as to which of the two was the most surprised by what they saw - and how it affected them. The bathroom door was next to Kim's bed so when Trey stepped into the room he was only a few feet from Kim's face. The noise of the door opening had been enough to make her open her eyes and look in that direction. She couldn't count the number of times she'd spied on her brother over the years, but had never seen his cock this hard and up this close, almost within reach. And to her amazement, she really wanted to reach for it. She'd never thought of her brother in that sort of way and it astonished her.

Trey was equally astounded. He'd expected to find a cat or other small animal and had never thought about his nudity. While he was slightly embarrassed to be seen naked with an erection by his little sister, that feeling was overwhelmed by his other senses. Not so much by the sight of Kim's perfect body and gorgeous tits, but by the diaper she had on. His immediate reaction was to ask if she was wearing one of his diapers, but he caught himself before he made that mistake. Asking if she was wearing one of his diapers would be the same as admitting that he'd been wearing diapers.

Then, as he considered the possibilities, he thought that if it was one of his - and it was way, way, too coincidental that she'd have one of her own that was the same brand - then she had to already know he wore diapers and where he kept them. And if she knew that, then she had to know about his collection of lingerie too. The diapers and lingerie were hidden together. His body was frozen into place as his mind raced to consider all the implications of Kim in one of his diapers. And since it really was one of his, he could tell at a glance that it was very wet.

Kim was the first to recover and speak, though she didn't say much. As she pulled her hand from inside the soggy diaper, she rolled up on her other elbow toward Trey and told him, "Come here."

Trey felt the greatest sense of guilt and wordlessly obeyed Kim, stepping as close to the bed as possible. If he'd been astounded to find her masturbating while wearing one of his diapers, he was totally flabbergasted when she took the head of his cock in her mouth. But he didn't stop her. It felt way too good and he'd been too close to cumming for him to tell her to quit. He would gladly have let her finish, but she stopped just short of his filling her mouth with his jism.

Looking up at Trey, she asked with a sexy grin, "Am I as good as your boyfriends?"

Trey returned her look and thought, 'So much for deep dark secrets. If she knows about the diapers and lingerie and me liking guys, then she must know everything.' Then he did the only thing he knew to do under the circumstances. If you can't deny everything, admit everything. "A few," he told her, forcing a smile. He also was sure she wasn't nearly as innocent as she led their parents to think. "I can tell you've had lots of practice."

"Mmm, I wouldn't say 'lots'. Lots would be . . . a hundred. You've probably had lots but I've had . . . . maybe ten at the most."

Trey was again surprised. In his ten years of sucking cock he'd had . . . maybe ten. She was seven years younger and had already had that many. She was a lot more experienced than even he had thought - a lot more experienced than he was probably. But he wasn't about to tell her that. What he wanted was for her to finish and as if reading his mind, she stuck her tongue out to catch the string of pre-cum that was leaking from the end of his cock. 'Must be genetic,' he thought, recalling the times he'd done the same thing for one of the guys he'd sucked.

Then Trey got what he'd been quietly wanting. Kim resumed her sucking, pausing to occasionally lick the length of Trey's shaft, and then engulfing as much cock as her small mouth could hold. Even as he felt the cum boiling out of his balls as it headed out to coat Kim's tongue, he found his attention and thoughts in a strange new place. As his cum spewed forth, he was looking at Kim's soggy diaper and wondering if her pussy would taste as good as he'd always imagined a cock would taste if it had soaked in a wet diaper.

When Kim concluded that she'd gotten all there was to get, she let her brother's prick slip from between her lips and used the finger of one hand to wipe what had leaked from the corner of her mouth. After licking her finger, she smiled at Trey and swung her legs around to come to a sitting position. Then she patted a spot on the bed next to her and told him, "We need to talk."

When Fred had finished sending the email to 'Eddieinateddie', he decided to prolong his weekend of piss play in his favorite way. Returning to the bedroom and the large suitcase that was normally locked and kept in the garage attic, he pulled out one of his thick cloth diapers and a pair of plastic pants. It was far too late to worry about the bed-sheets that he'd wet a few minutes previous, but if he did need to move about the house and he had the rugs and other furniture to consider.

As soon as the bulky diaper was in place, he began to pee in it, emptying what little was left in his bladder after the earlier dousing that he'd given himself. Then he slipped on the plastic panties and headed for the kitchen. He was 'coffeed out', as the folks in his office called it when they'd reached their limit. But beer and iced tea worked just as well. He chose the iced tea, since he might want to go somewhere in the car. After emptying the container in the fridge, he began making another batch, smiling as he worked with the ice tea maker that his wife had given him.

Just the other day she'd accused him of seldom using it after telling her several times that he wanted to get one. So she got him one for his birthday and in her opinion, it wasn't being used. 'Maybe someday I'll tell her I use it every time she goes out of town,' he thought, grinning. 'But then I'd have to explain why. Damn sure can't tell her I only make iced tea when I want to piss up a storm - even if it is the truth.'

Then he thanked whatever Gods had provided both him and his wife with jobs that required them to travel. While her business travel seldom took her away for more than a night, he averaged three to four days, when he went somewhere; although that average was misleading. He was much more likely to be gone for one night or five. So between the trips he made, when he could take the big suitcase with him, and her trips for business or visiting her sister, Fred was able to enjoy his hidden stash of piss play items several times a month. It was only recently that he'd hit on the idea of using the Internet to find someone - a piss playmate - someone to play with like he had with Billy.

As he gulped down the first glass of tea, hoping to speed the action of his kidneys with volume, he tried to recall once again who had started it. Sometimes he thought he had and other times he'd decide it had been Billy. Not that it mattered. In less than a week they'd both become full-fledged piss freaks.

"I was hoping I could get one of the tapes that Nacho has been braggin' about," Billy told Fred as he loaded a tape in the machine for another of their afternoon sex sessions.

"What's so special about 'em?"

"His dad brings them back from Japan and Nacho says they have a bunch of weird shit on them that they can't do in porno tapes here. He says the tapes are illegal here but his dad brings them back when he goes TDY"

Fred knew that Billy was talking about 'Nacho' Garcia and that Nacho's dad was in the military and according to Nacho, had the best collection of porn in the State. As far as Fred was concerned, the small collection that Billy's dad had was plenty good enough for their purposes. Once they'd crossed the line from jacking off together to sucking each other, they never really watched the tapes very long anymore.

"If it's a bunch of weird shit, why would we want to watch it?" Fred asked.

"Well it's not that weird I guess. He said one of them is about some fairy looking guys that dress up like women and another is about men and women that pee on each other."

Fred laughed. "Sounds pretty fuckin' weird to me. Why would someone want to let someone else pee on them?"

Billy looked at him for a moment. Fred was stroking himself, working his cock up to full erection, and Billy couldn't help but stare as the head got bigger and redder every time Fred's fist reached the base of his shaft. He broke himself out of his trance and asked, "Haven't you ever tried tasting your pee or peeing on yourself? It's kinda neat."

Fred had been almost certain Billy was kidding and offered, "Yeah, I'll bet it is. Anytime you want me to pee on you, just let me know."

That had been all on that subject for the afternoon. Billy might have replied but by then he'd quit staring at Fred's cock and had his mouth full. Later that night though, as Fred was getting ready for his evening shower and needed to pee, he recalled their conversation and decided to give it a try. He felt kind of silly as he laid in the tub and coaxed his bladder to let go. Then the first hot splash of urine changed his attitude completely.

At first it trickled out, but then came a burst that arched up over Fred's shoulder to hit the tile wall next to his ear. The fact that he had barely missed hitting himself in the face only made it more erotically exciting. The second spurt of pee went straight up in the air as he intended and splattered all over his lower belly. The third time it was a more steady flow and he worked the stream up across his chest, opening his mouth as he brought the hot torrent of piss ever closer. Then he was gulping it down, like he was drinking from one of the water coolers at school. 'No way am I letting Billy get one up on me,' he thought as he savored the flavor of his pee.

The following day at school, Fred had told Billy what he'd done and the afternoon of the day after that, the two boys had done it together, getting in Billy's bathtub to pee on themselves and each other. After doing that several times, it got old and the two began to look for new ways to pee for pleasure. It was toward the end of the summer, just before school was to resume, the Billy hit on the idea of creating makeshift diapers out of big white bath towels. That had worked great. Whether alone or together, it was easier for them to wet their imitation diapers and then toss them in the washer, than it was to wet anything else and hide it from their folks.

That infatuation with wearing and wetting diapers had dominated the boys endeavors for nearly a year. Then Billy had tired of it and wanted to try something new - girls. Fred was equally interested in getting started being physical with the opposite sex. But he'd never quit pissing in diapers. He just kept it to himself.

Kim put her arm around her big brother and told him softly, "I guess we've both been keeping secrets, huh?"

Trey nodded and sheepishly admitted, "Yeah, I guess we have. I had no idea you were so . . ."

"Good?" she suggested, cutting him off.

Trey laughed. "Yeah. You are good. But I think I was going to say experienced. If you've been with that many guys I hope you're on the pill or something."

She giggled. "Yes I am - thanks to you. Don't you know what that little round pill thing is on the bathroom counter?"

Trey missed the last part all together. He was still trying to figure out how he could have had anything to do with her being on the pill. He drew a complete blank and asked. "What do you mean, 'thanks to me'? What did I have to do with it?"

"I know you have your own panties and stuff, but sometimes you like to take mine. A couple of years ago you got cum all over a pair of my panties and then put them back in the wash. Mom found them, showed them to me, and all she said was, 'I'm making an appointment for you to see Dr. Springer.' So I think I owe you a favor. If I'd have asked her to let me take the pill, all hell would have broken loose around here. But because you like to dress up like a sissy and cum in my panties, I got what I wanted. Fucking with a rubber isn't nearly as much fun - but you wouldn't know that would you?"

He blushed because she was right. He'd let a couple of guys fuck him, but as yet he had never fucked either a man or a woman. And he could remember the panties she was talking about. It had been the summer after he'd gotten his undergraduate degree. He'd found a pair of black panties with little pink bows in the laundry hamper and fell in love with them. They were far sexier than anything he had at the time in his meager collection of lingerie.

And it was also apparent to him that there must be a lot more going on around here than he suspect. He'd assumed Kim to be the innocent young debutante that she appeared to be. But now he knew she'd been on the pill for two years, had become very experienced sexually, and their mother knew about it. He suspected his dad didn't. There was one thing that still puzzled him.

"Why the diapers?" he asked, pointing at her crotch.

"Why should you be the only one that likes to piss in his pants?" she countered.

"I didn't know girls would ever do something like that. You really like getting them wet and everything?"

She nodded and smiled. "Yeah, I do. And Suzanne does too."

Trey had suspected for some time that Kim and her friend Suzanne might be experimenting with lesbian sex. But he usually wrote it off to an overactive, oversexed imagination on his part. He realized she was leaving the door open for him to ask about that. "So what do you and Suzanne do when you wear diapers?"

She smiled coyly and told him, "Piss in them and then do the same things we do when we're not wearing diapers. I'll bet a sissy would be good at that too."

That reminded him of what he'd been thinking when he'd started shooting cum in her mouth. "Does it make it taste better or . . not?"

"Suzanne says it doesn't make any difference to her, but I think she tastes great after she's pissed in her diaper."

"You mean my diaper, don't you? I wondered why I was going through them so fast." He knew he was ignoring her hints, but the thought of really doing something sexual with a woman, especially his own sister, scared him.

"Yeah, if I'm out we might take some of yours. But Maria buys me the same kind that she gets for you."

Trey's mouth sort of hung in mid-air. Whatever he'd been about to say never came out and that made Kim giggle.

"Remember that time you left a diaper on the floor and you had her make up that jive-ass story about it being her nephew's?" When Trey nodded, she continued. "Well I knew that had to be bogus and you should have too. Her sister - that has a little boy she showed us pictures of - is still in Mexico. The sister that's been here a few times has a little girl that's almost an infant and she's way too small to ever wear a diaper that big. So I went to her later and asked her why she'd made up the story and she told me everything; how you used to wear my diapers and then she put you in them and how you've been wearing them in secret ever since. So I had to try it to see why you liked it and I damn near had an orgasm the first time I wore one and pissed in it."

"And Maria knows all about it," he said softly, almost whispering in awe, as he wondered how much had been going on, right under his nose, and he'd never had a clue.

she continued her confession. "Maybe I shouldn't have gone through your things, but I knew you went through mine so it seemed fair." She stopped short of telling him she'd been in his computer. Then she evoked a whole new series of thoughts when she told him, "I need to get out of this wet diaper. I don't have a cover for my mattress like you do."

'That's was true,' he thought. He did have a cover on his mattress and

often wet himself until his sheets were soaked too. "Maria got it for me." he told her. "She told mom that because I sweat a lot, I was going to stain the mattress unless she found something to protect it." Then he bashfully admitted, "She knows I like to wet the bed."

"Does Maria know you like to dress like a sissy too?"

Trey nodded shyly again, almost blushing. He enjoyed thinking of himself as a sissy, but it embarrassed him when someone else did. "She gave me a really sexy teddy for my twenty-first birthday. And I've got some ruffled plastic panties to wear over diapers that she gave me as a graduation present. She knows how much I like to wear my diapers after they're really wet." That made him think about what she'd said about needing a change. "I guess I better let you change, huh?"

She smiled at him in a way he'd never seen and told him, "No silly. I was hoping you might want to do it for me. I might have a little surprise for you." When he just stared at her in disbelief, she added, "Please!"

Trey had sixteen years of formal education and twenty-two hours of graduate school and not once in all that time had he been given a test that made him more nervous than he was as they shifted positions so that he could take off Kim's diaper. He knew that the diapering had little to do with it. He could do that blindfolded and with one hand if he had to. This was about returning the favor she'd given him earlier when she'd sucked him off. That, and her remarks about her and Suzanne and speculation about the abilities of a sissy.

He liked her 'little surprise' as she'd called it. She was laying diagonally across her bed and he was between her legs, un-taping and removing her diaper. As he pulled the diaper down in front to reveal her bush, there wasn't one. His little sister looked exactly like she did the last time he'd seen her pussy, back when she'd been in diapers as an infant and he'd watched her being changed. He was staring in awe again, wondering why she'd never grown any pubic hair.

"I keep is shaved," Kim explained, sure that she knew why her brother looked so astonished. Then she added, teasing him a little, "Suzanne does too. Sometimes we do each other. That's a lot of fun - well it leads to a lot of fun. Maybe you'd like for us to do you too. Then when you have diapers on, you'd really look like a baby."

He continued to stare at her crotch and nodded, not realizing she'd take that as him accepting her offer. With the front part of the diaper now between her thighs, he was looking at the first pussy he'd ever seen on a grown woman. With the hair gone, he supposed that it didn't look a bit different than when she'd been an infant, only larger in every respect.

She suspected he'd never seen a pussy before and was beginning to wonder if she was going to have to throw him down and sit on his face to get what she wanted. She tried one more hint. "Get a closer look," she told him, hoping he'd quit looking and get to licking. When he moved his face to within a foot and then stopped again, she decided to be more explicit, assuming that Trey didn't have a natural inclination for pussy. She moved her hands to her crotch and began a detailed explanation of that part of the female anatomy, spreading the lips of her pussy to show him her clit and vagina.

That was all the basic training Trey required. He was far from being an expert, but he had a lot more natural inclination than either of them would have figured. As he licked and nibbled, he concluded that his sister was right. Pissy pussy did taste great. He was clueless when, a few minutes later, she dug her fingernails into the back of his scalp and pulled his face hard into her crotch. Then she began to pee in squirts and he assumed she'd grabbed him like that so that he wouldn't miss any and get her bed wet. He wished she wouldn't hold him so tight - he was glad to drink her pee. And with the diaper still under her butt, he wasn't too concerned if he missed a little.

Later, after she'd recovered from her climax and could speak coherently, she thanked him profusely and explained what had really happened. The little surprise she'd intended had been her full bladder. She'd never expected him to be so fascinated by her hairless mound. Apparently he was still fascinated by it all because he kept putting his head back between her legs for another taste, then he'd stop, look up at her, and make small talk before repeating it. Her 'queer as a three-dollar bill' brother might not be so totally queer after all. That made her think of Suzanne's remark about Trey being a good-looking guy and it being a shame he was gay. Kim's mind was well suited to plots and plans and she was already working on a new one.

So was Trey. His earlier indecision and reluctance were gone. He'd just tried something he'd never expected to try - especially with his own sister - and he was on a roll in the new adventure department. He'd made up his mind that he was going to call the number Fred had sent him. He'd concluded that if pissy pussy could taste that good, a nice piss soaked prick should be like a gourmet meal. He was hoping Fred's diaper was good and wet and that his cock was in need of a first class sucking.

Trey needn't have worried about that. The iced tea, on top of the pot of coffee he'd had earlier, had Fred pissing up a storm in his thick diaper. He was glad he'd invested the money in these huge, bulky cloth diapers. They were so thick his plastic pants didn't quite cover the bulge between his legs. That gave him two concerns: one was that he might leak on the furniture, and two, that he might get diaper rash. But as the diaper got wetter and warmer, it felt so damn good that he didn't give either problem the attention he later wished he had.

He'd been waddling around the house for most of two hours, walking like a toddler because of the amount of material between his legs, when the phone rang. When he discovered the caller was 'eddieinateddie' his excitement was instantaneous. So was his anxiety. This was his number one fantasy, his masturbatory dream of dreams, and he knew that reality seldom was as good as fantasy. While it could be every bit as good as he was hoping, there was always the chance that the result could be like winning the lottery and then discovering you'd be paid in a currency that could only be spent in some third world country that didn't have running water or electricity.

Fred wasn't the only one concerned. This was also Ed's first time at meeting someone over the Internet and he was even more concerned and cautious. He insisted they meet first for lunch and then if they all agreed, they'd follow Fred to his house and spending the night was optional. Fred had no problem with that and chastised himself for not thinking of it first, since he was the more mature of the two. His only regret in Ed's suggestion was having to take off the diaper he'd just begun to wet. But when he gave voice to that remorse, Ed had laughed it off and told him to keep it on, and suggesting they all should wear diapers - preferably wet ones!

Wearing thick wet diapers in public was something Fred had done, but it was a pleasure he'd usually reserved for some of his out of town trips. On a few occasions, when timing, and duration, and mode of transportation had all gelled, he'd been able to put on a thick diaper before leaving home and had begun wetting it as he drove to his destination, arriving nicely soaked. Then he'd check into his hotel and go out to eat without ever changing, enjoying the heck out of sitting in a restaurant in a piss soaked diaper as he continued to wet his pants. A few times he'd been able to walk back to his hotel with the seat of his pants wet, ignoring any looks he might have gotten from the local strangers.

Doing exactly the same thing, with the added thrill of meeting another man for sex, had Fred's heart beating so hard and fast he thought it might pop out of his chest. His mind was going every bit as swiftly and in different directions and after nearly running a red light, Fred had to force himself to concentrate on his driving. He had to remind himself that he wasn't a fireman in a rush to a fire, just an old piss pervert enroute to meet another piss pervert for an afternoon and evening of pee play. 'But there's a similarity,' he thought with a grin. 'We're gonna be hosing each other down to put out the fire in our souls.'

A glance around the restaurant convinced Fred he was the first to arrive. The lunch rush hadn't started and there was more wait staff standing around than there were customers seated at scattered tables, booths, and bars. The only other lone male was seated at one of the bars, intently watching sports, and was older than Fred. For just a moment Fred wondered if that might be Ed, again thinking about how easy it was for people to misrepresent themselves on the net. It was funny when it happened in a movie or on a sitcom, but Fred didn't want that kind of humor mingling into his fantasy.

He'd given Ed an accurate description of himself and told him he'd be wearing a yellow shirt and baggy, almost wet shorts. He'd told Ed that he thought the yellow shirt was appropriate considering they were both piss freaks and Ed had gotten a laugh out of it, saying he'd try to find a clean yellow shirt too. It occurred to Fred later, that Ed had never said what he'd be wearing if he didn't have a yellow shirt to put on.

So Fred let a waitress seat him at a table in the middle of the non-smoking room, hoping that Ed didn't smoke since they'd never discussed that. He had to laugh about that as he thought, 'We know that we both prefer sucking circumcised cock but not if either of us smoke. I guess that tells you what our priorities are.' Then he began to peruse the menu to keep busy and was startled when the young man tapped his shoulder, saying, "You must be Fred."

In one quick glance, Fred approved of what he saw, elated that the young man hadn't misrepresented himself in any way. "And that would make you Eddie," adding softly, "without the Teddy."

"You don't know for sure what's under this shirt," he teased in reply. "But as tight as these shorts fit, you can probably tell what's under them," he added, taking the chair to Fred's left.

"Would it be something thick and wet?"

"Gettin' there," Ed told him with a mischievous grin. Then when their waitress interrupted their bantering to bring Ed a menu, Ed asked for both a glass of tea and a glass of water and winked at Fred. Then, just as they were getting into a conversation, they were both startled when an excited young lady walked up to the table.

"Hi! I remember you," she began, addressing Ed. "You were a teaching assistant in my History class last semester."

"Karen?" Ed guessed aloud, as if he couldn't quite remember.

She corrected him. "Kim. I'm not surprised if you don't recognize my face. You were usually too busy looking at my tits or the cute guy next to me with the big package."

Fred got a slight chuckle out of his new friend's awkward position. It would seem that Ed had been caught ogling the younger students, both male and female.

"Kind of hard not to notice," Ed said in defense, drawing the attention of both men to Kim's tits, barely encased in a sexy lace bra and clearly visible through her thin t-top.

Fred didn't realize he'd been staring, or for how long, until Kim said, "Who's your friend? He's as bad as you are." Then with both men flustered, she told them, "I feel kind of awkward standing here," and they both quickly invited her to sit down.

While Fred was anxious to get home with Ed and begin what he hoped would be a weekend of soggy sex, he was also fascinated by the young woman that had run into Ed and then almost invited herself to join them.

Kim smiled as she sat down and there was no way Fred could have known that grin was mostly from smug, self-satisfaction. 'This is working perfectly,' she thought as she saw the look she was getting from Fred. 'A few more minutes and he'll be agreeing to anything I suggest. I told Trey to never underestimate the power of a pair of tits. If this poor guy is really married, his sex life must be horrible.'

Had they been able to discuss it across the table, Trey - or Ed as Fred knew him - would have agreed their plan was working better than he'd expected. In their hour of complete honesty, following their brief and unexpected sex session, Kim had revealed her knowledge of the things she'd seen on Trey's computer. When Trey had said he wanted to meet the guy that had just emailed him again with an offer of spending the weekend having pissy wet sex, Kim had wanted to be part of it in any way that Trey would allow. Trey had argued that the guy wouldn't be interested in having a female present and had shown her all the emails they'd swapped where they constantly talked about piss play, diapers, and sucking cock and a woman had never been mentioned.

Kim had astutely pointed out that the guy was married and would probably love to do some of those things with his wife. She went back and showed him one email from Fred where he said he didn't think the things he did with another man were the same as cheating on his wife. In Kim's opinion, the guy had concluded that he could only get kinky with another man and that he might jump at the chance to have wet sex with a woman. So they'd devised this plan where 'Ed' would insist on meeting Fred at a public place like a restaurant and then Kim would walk up and act like the two were long lost cousins. Trey had come up with the idea of making Kim seem a couple of years older by having her appear to be a college student. Even though she was eighteen and of legal consensual age, she was still a high school senior, a few weeks shy of graduation and that might put the guy off.

Fred quickly concluded that the woman at his table was 180 degrees the opposite of his wife. 'More like her sister MaryAnn,' he decided. 'She just up and says whatever is on her mind.' He came to that conclusion when he'd told her that he and Ed weren't really old friends, but had just met and Ed had told her they'd been chatting on the net and finally decided to get together. Kim had put it together and shocked Fred by telling him, "Oh, then you two must be planning on having sex and I interrupted."

Fred had been too startled to respond, but to his further amazement, Ed hadn't been as stunned and told her, "Yes, as a matter of fact we are." That answer hadn't bothered her a bit. Apparently she saw nothing odd or unusual about sitting at a table conversing with two men that admitted they planned to have sex. 'Maybe some of her college friends or someone in her family is gay,' he thought, not knowing how close to the truth he really was.

Since they'd planned to discuss their expectations over a light lunch, Fred was reluctant to mention any of that in front of Kim. But he was also a gentleman and since Kim had been asked to join them, he insisted she eat with them too. He'd just taken a mouthful of salad and almost choked on it when Ed turned to him and asked, "So did you wear a diaper like you said you would?"

Ed and Kim were sitting opposite each other with Fred in the middle. He wanted to turn in her direction to see her reaction, but resisted the urge. "Yeah," he answered succinctly.

"Me too," Ed responded. "Mine is really getting wet. I just let some more go in it a minute ago. I wore two just in case it takes a while to get to your house."

Fred hoped his silence would be a hint to Ed to change the subject. But then Kim joined in, not at all put off by Ed's remarks.

"You guys are into being piss pants, huh? Sounds like fun. I have a girlfriend that likes to do things like that. You guys ever let a woman piss in your mouth? Believe me, it's awesome!"

Fred turned to look at her as she spoke and was amazed that she looked like she was discussing a TV game show or the price of eggs or some other mundane subject. He was of the opinion that women would never try something like that and yet this girl Kim was acting as if they all did it if they got the chance. But he knew his wife didn't and thought about it, 'There can't be that much difference between her age and Ginny's so it's not a generational thing.' Then as he resumed eating, trying not to choke at some of the remarks either Ed or Kim made, in the back of his mind he was already wondering how much a divorce would cost him. His career goal was to make junior partner in a few years in the law firm where he worked and knew a divorce might hurt him, but it might hurt a lot less now than a few years down the line when he'd be under much closer scrutiny.

'Then I could find a woman like this gal Kim,' he thought, only half listening to the conversation between the two, his mind already conjuring up a whole new series of fantasies and his cock responding to his thoughts. Those thoughts were interrupted by their waitress refilling their tea glasses. As soon as she was gone, Ed and Kim started in teasing each other again.

Looking at both men, she said, "You guys better be careful. You keep drinking all that tea and you'll be peeing so much your diapers will leak."

Ed told her, "No problem. We want them that wet. His bed is already wet from last night and when we get to his house, we're gonna make it wetter!"

"I almost wish I was wearing one," Kim told them wistfully, then excused herself saying, "But since I'm not, I better go find the ladies room."

"Wish I could go with you," Ed told her. "I'll bet your pee is delicious."

She turned back and dared him. "Come on," she teased right back at him. When he shook his head, she taunted him, saying, "All talk," and walked off.

She was barely out of hearing range when Fred asked, "Are all the women like that now?"

"I wouldn't know," Ed told him, smiling into his eyes and dropping a hand to Fred's lap. "I'm not all that interested in women." When he was sure that Fred had gotten his message, he added, "But that one might be fun. Think maybe we ought to ask her to join us?"

"Do you think she would?" Fred responded, incredulous at the idea.

In the last five minutes he'd had a dozen fantasies drift through his mind and they'd all involved Kim in a pissy wet bed with him and Ed. Yet he never expected anything like that to really happen. In Fred's life, so far at least, sexual fantasy and reality had never gotten anywhere near to each other. An afternoon with Ed would be the first time he'd come close - and that hadn't happened yet. A night with Ed would be like a god send, as good as it could get. Having Kim join them in some way was beyond all thought or expectation as far as he was concerned.

In response, Ed shrugged his shoulders as if he hadn't a clue and told Fred, "Who knows - she might. She seems kind of wild. As I recall, she had a friend that was supposed to be pretty wild too. That must be who she was talking about when she said having a woman pee in your mouth was awesome. Would you like her to pee in your mouth? I think she would."

"I'd LOVE for her to pee in my mouth," Fred responded, then to assure Ed he hadn't lost interest in their original plan, he put his hand over the one Ed still had on his thigh, gave it a gentle squeeze and told him, "I don't want anything to spoil my plans for you. I still want to do all the things we talked about. I've been going crazy thinking about how good your cock is going to taste."

"Me too. Maybe she'd like to watch," Ed said with a huge grin. He was trying not to be too smug, but at this point, Kim's plan was working out like it was part of the script from a play.

They were still discussing the possibilities, speculating on Kim's sexual preferences, and how she might feel about seeing two men suck cock, when she returned.

"You guys talking about me?" she asked coquettishly.

"Of course we were," Ed told her. "We were just wondering if you'd like to watch two men in soggy diapers suck on each other's cocks."

Kim just smiled and Fred had to cover his mouth with one hand, afraid he was about to spew half-chewed salad across the table. He put his fork down and gave up on the idea of eating the rest of his lunch. It looked like his two table companions were in a contest to see who could shock him the most. He was glad he was able to swallow what was in his mouth before Kim responded.

Looking right at Fred, she sat down and put her hand on his arm. "You like to suck cocks?" she asked softly. Then before he could answer, she told him, "That is so cool. I've talked about it with my girlfriend and we've both decided that we'd never marry a man that couldn't be comfortable sexually with another man. If men would spend as much time making each other cum as they do being competitive, there'd be less war and bad things in this world."

Fred had a brief image of the Ambassadors to the United Nations all turning into cocksuckers in the name of world peace and he couldn't keep from smiling.

"So you do want to watch?" Ed persisted.

Kim smiled and nodded, telling him, "Sure. I'd love to watch the two of you." Then after a pause to let Fred's imagination run wild, she told them, "But I'm supposed to meet my girlfriend. We have a hot afternoon planned too."

Kim's ploy worked perfect. She'd offered to join them, given Fred a moment to think about it, and then told him that she was supposed to meet a girlfriend. His response was exactly what she expected. Without a moment's thought or hesitation, he told her, "Bring her too."

Ed was looking at his sister in a whole new light. In his eyes, in less than three hours time, his baby sister had become a grown woman, fully capable of maneuvering men with the best of them. Because of his lack of interest in the opposite sex, her physical development had barely caught his eye. He might not have noticed at all if he hadn't been borrowing items of lingerie. It had come as a surprise to him when his dad's campaign chairman had suggested a photo op of the family voting together when the polls opened and Kim had gone too. He'd never considered that she'd gotten old enough to vote until he saw her enter her own booth next to their mother.

As he watched his sister and Fred make eyes at each other, he knew he was watching an expert at work. Fred was all but eating out of her hand, and if he was honest about it, he'd have to say that he was too. It had been her suggestion that she get herself invited to join them and then had called Suzanne to see if she wanted to watch too. Suzanne had answered, "Shit yeah," loud enough over the phone that Ed had heard it across the room. It had seemingly never occurred to Kim that he might have an objection to her being with them and when she'd gotten the idea to invite Suzanne, had never asked if he had any opposition to that. By the time they'd gotten here to the restaurant, Kim had it all worked out as to what they were going to say and do. She called it, 'their plan', just as if he'd actually had some input.

Then Suzanne arrived and nearly gave it away. She was seated directly across the table from Fred and it looked to him like she had a crush on Ed right from the get go. She responded to one of his remarks with an, "Oh Trey," but it sounded enough like a foreign phrase that Fred thought it something popular with the college crowd at the moment. Even worse, she turned to Kim at one point and made a remark about, "Your brother is a pervert," causing Kim to have to scramble to cover that one up. She needn't have worried.

Fred was infatuated with Kim. With Suzanne in the conversational mix, he was able to study Kim more closely, getting beyond the great tits in the lacy bra. She had jet-black hair and bright, azure blue eyes and he wondered if the eyes made her hair look darker or the dark hair made the eyes look brighter. Either way, he found it enchanting. A couple of times, he found himself talking with her like the other two weren't there. When she told him, "Someone is leaking," it took a moment for him to realize she was talking about him.

They were sitting on the patio of the restaurant where the chairs were metal and had a mesh seat to them. When Fred was diapered, he enjoyed peeing whenever the urge hit him and found it especially exciting to be wetting himself while carrying on an otherwise normal conversation. However, he'd worn one of the super thick cloth diapers that didn't quite fit inside the plastic pants he'd put on over it. As a result, the diaper that was close to saturation when he'd come into the restaurant was now leaking and instead of puddling in his seat, was dripping on the floor through the mesh seat of his chair. It also meant the back of his pants were wet too and the restaurant was beginning to fill with the lunch crowd. He'd hoped for a more subtle way to let them all know it was time to go to his place.

Then Suzanne dropped a bomb on Fred's fantasies when she announced she had to get home and needed Kim to come with her. He noticed that Ed was equally surprised.

With a look that almost reflected pain, Ed asked Kim, "I thought you said you wanted to watch?"

"I do," she told him and seemed to be sincere. "But I totally forgot I promised Suzanne I'd help her."

Ed wondered what his sister was up to. This was a new twist in their plan that he hadn't known was coming. He continued to look at her, hoping for a clue and she realized if she didn't give him one, he might say something that would give it all away.

"Didn't you say you intended to spend the night?" she asked Ed. "Maybe we could come by later - or in the morning." Then she saw the look on Fred's face and wondered if he was going to cry. She put her hand on his leg, leaning close enough that he thought maybe she was going to kiss him, and said softly, "Since you sissies like wetting diapers so much, maybe Suzanne and I can find some to wear too. Do you think I'd look cute in a diaper?"

Fred was sure she'd look cute in or out of anything. In a diaper, he'd probably fall to his knees at her feet and worship her. Maybe if they'd known each other for longer than 30 minutes, he'd have told her that. Instead he answered, "Sure. Very cute. I'd love to see you in a diaper."

She patted his cheek and told him, "I'll bet you'd love to see me out of one too." Then she slid her hand up his thigh to the bulge in his crotch and squeezed it, hoping the diaper wasn't so thick that he couldn't feel it.

No chance of that. Fred damn near went off when she gave his cock a squeeze through the wet material. "You don't know where I live," he reminded her.

"You can tell me." Then she took her hand out of his lap and got a pen out of her purse to write down the address and phone number on the back of his business card.

It was much later that he wondered about the wisdom of that. For the next few hours his mind was a blur of other thoughts, beginning with disappointment, which he eventually was able to laugh off. From the moment Kim left with her friend Suzanne, Fred was like a man in mourning. It wasn't until he and Ed were together, frolicking in piss soaked sheets, that he realized how silly it was to let Kim's backing out spoil his day with Ed. Before Kim had come along, having Ed in his bed was the most exciting thing he could ever think of and he told himself that he was being a fool to let anything - or anyone - spoil what had previously been his ultimate fantasy. So he cleared his head of that foolishness and concentrated instead on giving head to his new best friend.

Ed felt almost exactly the same way, but even when Fred had mentioned a few times how great it would have been if the girls had come with them, Ed couldn't say more than it took to agree. He had no idea why Kim had changed her mind at the last minute. It had seemed to him that Suzanne wasn't surprised, so he had to assume that Kim had her cell phone in her purse and the two had talked again when Kim had gone to the lady's room. Then he followed Fred's lead, deciding to worry about that later. The most important thing at the moment was that at long last he was able to have sex with a man when they were both wearing very wet diapers. That had always been his number one fantasy too.

He began by pulling off Fred's plastic pants and then with those out of the way, he buried his face in Fred's wet diaper. They'd discussed this in their email messages and Fred had told him how much he'd loved burying his face in his friend's makeshift cloth diapers when they'd been teens. Ed thought about that and several times since then, Ed had soaked his diaper, then stuck a hand towel down the front of it, and then wet it some more. When both the towel and diaper were completely soaked, he would lay in bed, hold the wadded up towel to his face like it was a pissy wet cloth diaper, and masturbate. Burying his face in a real, piss soaked cloth diaper was ten times better because he knew that waiting for him behind the wet material was a pee flavored cock just waiting for him to suck. So even as he nuzzled the soggy mound, his hands were busy pulling the pins that held Fred's diaper together and when he was ready, he pulled the front of the diaper down to get his ultimate treat! He licked up, down, and all around Fred's stiff erection and when he realized that Fred's balls were glistening with pee, he licked those too.

Then he began kissing the head of Fred's cock, slowly parting his lips a little more each time until his tongue eventually snaked out to probe the pee slit at the tip. When he had Fred thrusting up with his hips, trying to force his cock into Ed's mouth, Ed knew it was time to give him that treat and let it happen, not once but several times, holding his head stationary and letting Fred fuck his face. Then he regained control, running his lips up and down both sides of Fred's prick while using his tongue to lick the underside. Then he went back to sucking, using a bobbing motion of his head, applying suction and his using his tongue to caress the sensitive area below and behind the head. Intermittently, he would force the cockhead into his throat, so that his nose was buried in Fred's piss wet pubic hair. Then he'd go back to sucking and Fred didn't last long at all.

Fred tried to hold back. He really wanted to hold back. But he had three things going against him that overwhelmed any sense of control he might normally have had. To begin with, he'd been holding back from the moment his wife had pulled out of the driveway. On top of that, his fantasies had been running wild the whole time. Starting with thoughts of Billy, then thoughts of the things he could do with Ed if Ed responded, and then culminating with contemplation of what Kim would add to the mix. He'd come close to cumming in his diaper when she'd squeezed his cock just before she'd left them. The third thing that destroyed all sense of control was Ed himself. He was better than good - he was DAMN good and Fred gave him the reward he craved, spewing volley after volley of jism into Ed's mouth.

It was exactly what Ed needed to start their weekend. He'd thought for a moment that Fred was going to do cartwheels when he'd told him, just before they'd left the restaurant, that he intended to stay with him until Monday morning. He hoped he'd gotten that right. Then he was brought back to the present when Fred tried to pull his cock out of Ed's mouth and Ed stopped him, shaking his head and looking up at Fred.

Fred knew what he wanted and began to pee. They'd both stated in their emails that they wanted to wash down a mouthful of cum with hot pee. So he gave him a good mouthful and then squeezed it off, saving what was left for whatever they got into next. He knew that with 48 hours of hot wet sex ahead of them, there was no sense in trying to do everything in the first 30 minutes. When Ed was ready, he intended to do all the same things to Ed that Ed had just done to him - and whatever else might come to mind.

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