Message-ID: 130323Z21021995@anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.watersports X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.fetish.watersports Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an164453@anon.penet.fi Lines: 54
Years ago I had a job which involved an overnight campout with a bunch of boys not a lot younger than I was then. We had a weekend together at a camp in mid-April in the midwest, and it was very cold for that time of the year.
A good many kids came ill-equipped for the weather. They had forgotten that our cabins were unheated and a good 5-minute trot from the bath houses. Several kids came bringing only a light blanket and sheet. Some more wise had sleeping bags.
I was one who miscalculated the weather. I lay in my bottom bunk shivering, when the kid above me said, "Want to crawl in with me?" I did not need a second invitation. I climbed up and got in the bag next to him, zipping up the bag as I did. I was really exhausted and needed some Zs.
I was just about to the land of nod when I felt something pleasantly warm spreading over my outside right thigh. It suddenly dawned on me: I was sleeping with a wetter! I gasped with surprise (and a little unexpected delight.) I nudged him, and he stopped peeing, muttering in his sleep.
Again, I was surrendering to sleep, when the kid touched me and whispered, "I've gotta go to the bathroom!" I suddenly realized I didn't want him to go, I wanted him to do it right there in the sleeping bag. I said, "Paul, you are already wet. The bathroom is a long way off; we are on a top bunk, it is dark and it is cold. Just let it go here!" With no further word, Paul relaxed and peed and peed ---a river of warm, sensual delight, which soaked through the bottom of the sleeping bag under us. He said, "I feel better now." And with that he went to sleep. I was by this time aroused with an aching hard-on and could not sleep.
Late into the night with everyone else sleeping soundly, Paul moaned in his sleep again. By this time he was on his side turned toward me. I was still excited. I gently pulled down his pajama bottoms, and in a few minutes another warm wet flood enveloped my stomach, penis and legs as his little prick reached out and touched me, sending its stream directly onto me.
Why I did not return the favor I will never know. My raging hard-on vented itself in a furious orgasm there in the sleeping bag culminating in a delightful ejaculation as I stroked myself gently.
We soon were both sound asleep in a delightfully warm and cozy cuddle.
Paul visited me at home a time or two after that experience many years ago. I enjoyed watching him lie on his back naked on the bed, sending his little geyser up into the air and down onto both of us on the bed while he slept peacefully. We remained friends until I moved to another state the next year. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.