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LEAK PROOF
Did you ever have something happen completely unforeseen that ultimately changed your outlook on life and lifestyle? I had an unfortunate incident with my car that caused me to rethink the way I presented myself in the cruising bars.
I was driving to work last month wondering how I should make my presentation to the financial committee, when suddenly I heard "FLAP, FLAP, FLAP" and I instantly knew that I wouldn't be able to attend the meeting in time to present my proposition. I had a flat tire! Of all the days of the week, this had to happen today. I was pissed! Thankfully, there were not too many other vehicles on the road, so I was able to safely pull over to one side to change my flat.
Here I am, down on my knees, jacking up the car to change the tire, when I got a whiff of the hot rubber. It was an odour I had never experienced before and even though I was upset about my ruined morning, I couldn't ignore the wonderful scent of rubber. It set my mind to thinking.
I didn't want to do this at work, so, that night when I got home, I logged on to my computer looking for rubbers. No, not rubbers, the word one uses for condoms and certainly not the kind of rubbers one puts over one's shoes to keep the leather soles out of the rain. No, I wanted to see if rubber clothing was available. WOW! The choices were endless -- from motorcycle jackets, to pants, to shirts, and even a 100% Latex Rubber Gummi Ganzanzug Bodysuit Full-body Mask Catsuit with a hard on, and all this on EBay. I perused the number of form fitting shirts and finally chose one that had holes in a number of places for ventilation. When it arrived, I tried it on and was pleasantly surprised at how god I looked with the smooth rubber material massaging my tits and making them erect and sensitive. As soon as Friday came, out to the bars I went, proudly wearing my new rubber shirt. I sat down with some of my drinking buddies and I received compliments all around about my new attire. I was asked if I had rubber pants to go with the shirt and I replied that I wanted to try out the shirt first.
The next day, Saturday, I logged on to the same site where I bought my new shirt. Sure enough, they had an assortment of rubber / latex underwear, shorts and long pants in different shapes and colours. I figured that because it was summertime, I would go for the shorts. The site asked for my measurements and insisted on having the EXACT sizing of my thighs and waist with emphasis on exact, which I found somewhat strange. When I received my order I immediately tore open the package and tried on my rubber shorts. They held my package perfectly and really gripped my thighs and waist. Obviously, I was impatient to meet up with my drinking friends to flaunt my new latex clothing. The enthusiasm was unanimous. I looked great! To my surprise, guys I didn't even know started sending me drinks and wanting my number.
After a while, trying to keep up with all the beer and shooters I was consuming, I felt a need to relieve myself. I excused myself to my buddies and let them know that I would be right back. I walked up to a urinal and then realized that there was no zipper to open. I then decided to just push down the front of my new rubber short pants to liberate my cock.
WTF! The rubber waistband was so tight that I couldn't just push down the front of these shorts; I would have to lower them to my knees to be able to piss and this was not something I would even think of doing here. As luck would have it, all the cubicles were occupied and it was becoming urgent to let go my urine. "Common, guys, hurry up and let me in" I said to myself. I couldn't wait any longer, so I turned toward the urinals desperately wanting to pee but they too were now all occupied. I could feel a couple of drops of piss escape from my cock but I figured I could hold it for one more minute.
Just then, one of the cubicles opened behind me ,and the door gave a loud BANG! Not expecting this, I jumped, startled half out of my wits and lost all control of my bladder. I could feel my warm piss soaking my taint, working up to my balls and ass crack. I looked down to se if was any sign of piss running down my legs, but the tight rubber around my thighs did not allow the urine to escape. I immediately entered the now-empty cubicle to try to find a way to discharge the urine from my shorts. NO WAY JOSÉ! If I tried to open the leg opening of my shorts, I would have piss running down my leg and into my socks and shoes. I would also have the same problem if I lowered my shorts. The piss would run down the back of my legs to soak my shoes anyway. I decided to just go back with my friends as if nothing had happened since there was no evidence (or so I thought). Mark, who was one of my fuck buddies, looked up as I approached our table and asked if I had either lost my way, or if I had found a way to have a quickie. I grabbed my beer just giving him a smile by way of an answer. On sitting down, I could feel the trapped urine acting like a cushion under my ass.
Some time later, because the music was so loud and wanting to get my attention , Mark put his hand on my thigh, and feeling the movement of my piss trapped in my rubber shorts, he uttered a WHA?. His eyes almost popped out of their docket and his mouth fell open in amazement when he saw my shorts ballooning with urine. Whispering to him, I insisted that he not tell the others of my predicament. However, Mark being Mark, couldn't help himself. Blabbermouth that he is, he couldn't let this occasion to be the bringer of "good?" news slip by. In the minutes that followed, I had to go into detail about how and why my new rubber shorts got filled with piss. Luckily, the novelty soon wore off and we parted company around midnight. All except Mark, however, as I had plans for him.
I invited Mark over to my place by offering him the chance to wear my new shirt and shorts (after washing, of course). He was enthusiastic at this possibility and followed me home like a little puppy. On arriving, we each had a beer and i proceeded to show him some of the new gadgets I had recently bought. Once our beer was finished, I took out a pair of handcuffs that I had not shown him as yet. I explained how I wanted to see what they looked like with my hands behind my back, but not having large mirrors, I was unable to accurately judge them. I asked him if he would be good enough to wear them behind his back so that I could see for myself what they looked like. Mark acquiesced and I left him in the living room saying that I would be right back and that I had something else to show him. I went to the bedroom and placed a large ground sheet -- the kind one uses in a tent. I then called Mark to come to me.
Mark, on entering the bedroom, could not understand why there was a ground sheet on the bed until the moment when I pushed him not so gently onto the bed with his hands still handcuffed behind his back. "What are you going to do?" he asked with a bit of panic in his voice. "Mark", I answered, "I implored you not to say anything about my bring unable to empty my rubber shorts, and for many minutes I was the laughing stock of all the guys at our table. As you can see, these shorts are holding back my piss like a large balloon." Not being completely sadistic, I removed Mark's shoes and socks. I also emptied his pockets so that his wallet and important cards and papers would not be damaged. All this time, my friend was squirming and twisting, trying to get off the bed and escape. I managed to hold him down by lying on top of him. "You were getting your kicks knowing that my cock and balls were swimming in piss, now it is your turn." "No, please," Mark screamed, "I'll do anything, just don't pee on me." I moved my hand down toward my thigh, wanting to start wetting his pants, when my hand brushed against his crotch. Imagine my surprise when I encountered a boner in his pants. He was afraid, but, at the same time, excited at the prospect of being peed on. I then moved up, undid his pants and pulled down the zipper, all the while he was shouting NO!. Once I was in position, I forced open my shorts on my leg and filled his crotch with my warm piss. I then let my shorts close as I had other plans for the quantity that rested.
In spite of his struggling, I was able to move up onto his chest and he must have seen the gleam in my eye because he started tossing and turning, trying to throw me off his body. I told him to close his eyes and he started screaming again, "No!. No!." At that moment when his mouth was forming the `O', I let a stream of hot piss into his mouth. The rubber shorts contracted so much, that it was like a fire hose. He started choking so I directed the jet of urine over his chest. I then again moved down to his crotch and found that his hard on had not diminished, so I drained the last of my piss over his cock an balls. I rolled over to one side and grabbed his swollen membrane and started jerking him off, using the piss as a lubricant. This set him off and he shot at least 5 strong jets of cum all over his clothes. It was only then that I unlocked the handcuffs. Mark now stripped of all his wet clothes and while they were being washed in the laundry room, we both stepped into the bath, where we gave each other golden showers before cleaning ourselves. Mark later admitted that he had always wanted to be pissed on but never had the courage to go through with it. Suffice to say that we had many other occasions to share our pissing fetish.