| "A Walk On The Beach" by "Puddle Pants" |
| It was a hot, sunny afternoon in the quiet seaside town. The door of the beach-front cafe' swung open and James walked in, slightly late, as usual. He spotted Chris on the far side of the room and went over to join him. They exchanged greeting and discussed matters of interest over several large drinks. After an hour they somewhat got the idea they were overstaying their welcome at the cafe, so by mutual agreement, they headed out for a stroll along the seafront. They walked for some distance along the beach until eventually James announced that he had to pee. He excused himself to behind a dune from where he re-appeared some moments later with a frustrated look on his face. The cords that were holding his shorts up around the waist had irretrievably knotted together. No amount of persuasion on the part of James or Chris could undo them. A few minutes passed you just pee in your shorts?", suggested Chris. "They'll get soaked, and everyone will see.", answered James with increasing agitation. "They will dry in the sun," replied Chris, "and I doubt anyone will notice." After a few moments thought James acquiesced. Resigned to his fate, he stood there with his legs slightly apart and let his pee flow. At first there was just a small damp, dark spot in his crotch, but it quickly grew. Pee started to pour out of the legs of his shorts, and the damp spot quickly grew to a glistening area covering the whole of the insides of his shorts. As his warm pee soaked his pants and rushed down the insides of his legs, James could not help noticing how aroused he was becoming, feeling the hot, wet cotton against his skin. As his flow subsided, he was aware that his cock was now pressing into his shorts. It was now that he realized what had happened - and instantly became very self conscious. He mentioned this to Chris and got a very unexpected answer.... As James watched, there appeared a small, dark patch on Chris's shorts! It quickly grew until it extended down Chris's legs, almost exactly mirroring the stains on James' shorts. James stared as Chris stood there and wet his pants, with an all too obvious look of satisfaction on his face. "Do you still have your digital camera with you?", asked Chris. "Yes.", James replied. "Why don't you take some photos as a reminder of the occasion?" "Well, okay... You first." James handed his camera to Chris, who quickly took several shots of James' soaking, wet shorts. He passed the camera back and James returned the favor. "How did wetting yourself feel?", asked Chris. "It was warm. Kinda cozy. And very nice.", replied james, "how about you?" "The same. How do you feel about having wet pants in a public place?" "Mischievous, but now worried! How am I going to get home?" "Don't worry. I have a pair of spare trousers in my car. It's parked in the lot at the edge of town. They headed off toward Chris' car and were there in a few minutes. Chris produced a pocket knife and a pair of grey jeans, which he handed to James. The knife made short work of the knotted cord and he pushed his damp shorts down. His shorts still bore the tell-tale signs of his adventure; there was a dark giveaway stain on the blue cotton around his crotch. "Do you want some dry pants, too?", asked Chris, holding out a red pair. James considered for a moment, then took them. He pulled off the shorts he was wearing and quickly pulled up the dry ones. Having pilled on the jeans he was handed, as well, he felt respectable once more. Chris did the same, and James couldn't help wondering why someone would have so many spare clothes in his car. He was glad he did, though. They walked the short distance into town to where James' car was parked. "You know, I think I've got to go again!", said James, just as they reached his car. "Well there's no one about in this secluded part of the parking lot. Why don't you wet your pants again?", Chris suggested. James looked around, but there did seem to be no one about. He squatted down by the side of his car, giving the impression he was was examining one of the rear wheels. After a short time, a quiet, hissing noise could be heard, and a glistening dark spot appeared in his jeans and grew quickly. He could feel his pants filling with warm liquid and soon his jeans became saturated and leaking their contents over the taramac. All too soon, thought it was over, and as he stood up, what pee hadn't leaked out, ran down his legs, making dark streaks in the denim. There was a large wet stain all around his crotch. "Now, it's my turn!", said Chris. The now familiar hissing sound returned as Chris filled his pants with pee. His light blue jeans became dark and shiny as the denim became drenched with liquid. What didn't soak in ran down and trickled out of the legs of his jeans. They took a few more photos and after James promised to send the pictures to Chris, they parted company. |
| This is where "Puddle Pants" ends the story. I am, however, willing to bet these 2 men, DID see each other MANY more times. What do YOU think?! |