I don't know what you make of this title, youngster. Fun in the bath? Naw. Kids having tickle fun in camp? Naw. This is f-e-t-i-s-h, a word you may not know. That means you are too young. If you are over 18 and have a dirty mind...do stay.
This is the way it happened. My roommate at State is Josh. Josh is a Mormon boy. He's clean, upstanding, honest and modest. But cute as hell. He's tall, reddish blond built with smooth skin and muscles to spare. I, on the other hand, am a shorter, hairy boi of Italian extraction, but cute, hah.
There is no way in the world that the two of us would ever become fiends normally, but that is the way of college dorm mates. They are assigned, not chosen. It's okay for me. I love to see that eye candy, even though he is so modest and wears that special underwear all the time and undresses under his bathrobe, I see enough to keep me cooking.
But poor Josh baby. He has to bear my walking around nude with my Italian sausage flopping. He has to cringe at my cursing language, but worst of all, my six bottle a night beer drinking.
Now there is nothing wrong with me. I'm a standard issue college boy. It's Josh who's the different one.
Now all this is due to change. The elements of the change are: my drinking shots besides my six pack tonight, and Josh's characteristic of sleeping so soundly, a cannon wouldn't wake him.
I stumbled into the dorm room. I snapped on the overhead lights and lit the room with the three hundred watts of light. Josh was lying on his back on his cot, naked except for his ever-present weird underwear.
The light didn't wake him up.
I went over and sat heavily on the edge of his bed.
That didn't wake him.
I studied the boy. Shit, he looked beautiful to me right then. I never noticed that cleft in his chin, or how long his eyelashes were when his eyes were closed. His mouth was full and curved. This boi was hot. Too bad he could never get with the gay program.
I stroked his smooth cheek. He stirred slightly. I sniffed his neck. He had a delicious natural odor. It ought to be bottled. I decided, in my drunken state, to make Josh my toy. I would take out my prick, jerk off while playing with his inert form.
That seemed logical to me as I weaved on the bed, my eyes half shut from the booze. Lucky he was asleep and couldn't smell my breath. He'd have to say extra prayers just from the fumes.
Josh's chest was suitable for a cover of "Men's Health Magazine". Those perfectly shaped pecs and the pink corollas surrounding his perky tits.
Looking down his body I checked out the big bulge at his crotch, and the kid wasn't even erected. Then scoped his powerful, long legs, almost hairless except a little decoration at his shins. But those feet! Be still my heart. First off they were big, maybe size 16 or 17. But it was their shape that started my cock rising to take a look around. The shape was perfect. Straight toes, high arch, no corns or anything to mar the perfection...and best of all, when I got close, they had a slight foot odor. Not a bad one, but revealed that Josh was more human than I thought. I also noticed that he was tan right down past his ankles, but his insteps were winter-white because of the covering from his sandals. Kinda nice.
I gave the slightly moist sole a little rub. Josh smiled in his sleep and scrunched around a little bit. Shit, he was ticklish. How sweet. A nasty expression came over me. I jumped up and went to my side of the room and into my top drawer. There I extracted handcuffs. No I'm not in law enforcement, but I sometimes play some gay games of S & M with Harry, dirty Harry, a kid down the hall.
I carefully took his wrists and snapped them on. His breathing stopped a moment, then he fell back deeply asleep with a slight soft snore.
I wondered what I should do next, besides softly wanking my own crank. Ah, an idea! I remember hearing that you can get a kid to pee if you immerse his hand in body temperature water. Scientist that I am, I decided to do the experiment. There was a plastic bowl on his dresser. I think he used it when shaving his three whiskers. I filled it with water that I tested for being nice and warm. I opened the cuffs and took his right hand out. It immediately slid down and hung conveniently over the edge of the cot. Next I lifted the bowl until his hand was completely in it.
I waited.
I watched his crotch. Shit, I had become a crotch watcher. Then, suddenly a small wet spot appeared on the top of the bulge of his underwear.
I looked at his face. His eyes were open wide. He spoke hoarsely, still half asleep and piteously. "What are you doing? Please go away. I have to get up and urinate."
I did feel bad...but only a moment. I spilled out the bowl. I came up to him again. He flinched as I, in one movement, pulled his underwear down to his calves. He looked at me questioningly.
"Here Josh. I'll hold this bowl and you can pee in it."
I guess you had to go so bad that he didn't argue. I also think that he was accustomed to taking orders.
He half sat up. I took his generous prick in my hand and held it over the rim of the bowl. His cock wasn't erected, otherwise this operation would have failed, but it was elongated and plumb and so very nice, I had trouble breathing.
His face screwed up from his normal handsomeness and a little puny arc of a stream piddled out. He pushed and grunted. He need help. I played piano on his ribs. He laughed like a little boy. Oh, those sounds, like orgasming. Then the stream became. It was thick. It was powerful. It almost pushed the bowl out of my hand. I felt the vibration of his urine passing through his shaft. This was more fun than fucking.
He peed and peed. I guess he was one of those devotees of drinking lots of water during the day. Good, more fun for me.
Finally with a few diminishing spurts, he finished. He looked satisfied. I shook the final golden drop off the end of his prick. This was fun too. I shook a bit more and his young cock rose to the occasion and joined the fun. In a moment, his was really hard and the penis lay hard against his soft belly.
He looked like a little boy whose mommy had just wiped his ass. It gave me an idea.
"Joshy. I'll pull up your diapers and make you nice and comfy."
He almost purred. Yeah, I had a baby boy here with diaper fantasies. It will work for me.
When his patented underwear was back in place I stroked his cheek. The way he pushed his face toward my hand, I knew I had him.
"Would you like some milk?"
(Hey kids, you are way ahead of me. But you are right. I was about to have my way with the poor innocent kid. Okay, so I won't get into heaven, but it'll be worth it.)
I put my aching, jumping prick head against his virgin lips. He closed his eyes in comfortable ecstasy. He pursed his lips and opened them and took my cock into his mouth and sucked greedily. This baby was thirsty.
I wish I could give you every detail, but once I was inside that hot sucking mouth, my head went crazy. The room whirled around me. I became frantic to get my nut. I took his head in my hands and slowly fucked his mouth. He gagged a few times. I ignored him in my selfishness. Then, as my cum began to overtake me, I'm afraid I squeezed real hard on his head as I began to unload. He slurped and drink all I had to offer.
Finally when I pulled out, he looked shocked at himself. Fuck you, I thought. I had mine. I stumbled back to bed and in a moment I was asleep.
In the morning his bed was empty. Later in the day when I went back, all his stuff was gone. I saw him a few times around campus. I waved. He nodded.
Thats the story friends.
End