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They had been flirting all evening, in the way that Hosea knew Dutch loved; in public yet secretly, right in front of everyone, only no one would ever notice. A touch beneath the poker table, a hand on a knee, a foot gently caressing a shin. And the stares…how the men about the table didn't notice…Hosea was always so surprised that they never got rumbled. Dutch had the filthiest bedroom eyes he had ever seen.
And he looked simply beautiful, dressed in a pale grey suit, his long black hair swept back and pommaded, curls caressing his collar. And he had been growing a moustache, the first time he had, since they had been together. He looked stunning, and he looked in the mood for filth.
They had cheated their pockets full of cash, smoking the most expensive cigars, drinking the most expensive bourbon and making the other men enraged by their never-ending “luck”. And all the hidden touches were the promise of a night of filth.
By the time the game was over and the two men were heading back to their hotel room, both were elated, half drunk and growing hard.
“I'm gonna paint you white old girl…” Dutch had said, as they slipped into the shadow of a wooden storefront on their way back, as he pulled Hosea to him and ran a hand down his hard, flat stomach, to reach down to graze the growing bulge between his legs.
Hosea grinned and let himself be touched, flicking a look up and down the almost deserted street.
“But first I need to pee or I'll be no good to you at all…”
Dutch pulled away from Hosea and began to reach into his own pants, positioning himself to relieve his bladder against the wall.
“Stop.” Hosea said the word quietly, but he used the tone of voice that was reserved only for the bedroom.
Dutch paused immediately, hand still down his pants. He looked shocked, to hear the command out in the street, in public. Hosea felt a pull of satisfaction at the look on the younger man's features.
“Good boy…”
Dutch bit his lip and pulled out his hand, staring at his lover intently. “I'm bursting, Hosea…”
Hosea smiled and felt a pull between his legs. “You'd best get up to the room then.”
The look of confusion on Dutch's handsome face made Hosea want to smile, but he kept his face as passive as he could manage.
“Hosea…I am literally about to piss my pants…” Dutch said, in a slightly panicked tone of voice. He had began to sway, a little, leaning from foot to foot, very obviously desperate.
Hosea took a step towards him, closing the gap between them. “So piss your pants…”
Dutch was dancing before him, holding the bulge between his legs. He looked so young, so…desperate and delicious. Hosea had no idea where the feeling was coming from, but…he liked it. He liked the thought of Dutch desperate.
“Hosea…I…”
“Take your hand off yourself.” Hosea made sure to use the same quiet, gentle tone he used when they fucked, to make his intentions perfectly clear.
even in the semi-dark, Hosea could see Dutch blush scarlet.
“Hosea…I will piss my pants…”
“Yes you will. But only a little. You're not to let go until I tell you to. Is that understood?”
Dutch let out a shaky laugh, but he was biting his lower lip. Slowly, Dutch took his hands from his semi erect cock and stood before Hosea. Almost immediately, he slapped his hands back and began to dance once more.
“What did I just say…”
Dutch let out the smallest whine, but took his hands away once again. Hosea slipped his own hand between his lover's legs and cupped the bulge. Almost immediately, he felt the sudden bloom of warmth, of wetness as it soaked the fabric in his hand.
“Oh god!” Dutch gasped.
Hosea felt a wave of arousal slam into him. It came with such force that it shocked him. He closed his fist around the bulge and the flow stopped. Dutch whined like a desperate animal caught in a snare.
“Good boy…” Hosea whispered, unable to hold onto the commanding tone as he moved his hand over the wet patch that was growing beneath his hand.
“Oh fuck…” Dutch gasped, writhing against Hosea in desperation.”I don't think I can hold it…”
Hosea looked up into Dutch's face, his eyes, his teeth gritted in discomfort. “I want you to let out a little more…don't let it all go yet…just a little bit for me…”
Dutch unclenched his teeth and opened his mouth in a silent gasp. The desperation in his face was quickly morphing into arousal, and the bulge in Hosea’s hand twitched and jumped at his words.
“Let it go for me…just a little…so it feels hot and wet…”
Dutch closed his eyes, and mere seconds later, Hosea felt the hot bloom of pee beneath his hands.
Both men gasped.
Hosea felt his erection straining, felt his arousal in the very core of his belly.
Quickly, he gripped the now hard cock and waited for the gush of piss to stop.
Dutch whined and leaned in, pressing his head onto Hosea's shoulder. His body was heaving with pants, and Hosea could feel his frantic heart beating through him.
“Good boy…good boy…that feel good, running down your leg like that?”
Dutch nodded into Hosea's shoulder, and Hosea stroked his hair. Slowly, he let go of Dutch's penis and ran his hand up and down the wet patch on his lover's trousers, revelling in the heat, the wetness, the mess…
“Come on, upstairs…”
Luckily, they were able to access their room from a creaky set of steps leading up to the second floor of the tiny hotel. Hosea took his time getting out his keys and unlocking the door, loving every second of Dutch moaning and writhing behind him.
“I can't hold it…”
“Yes you can…”
They got inside and Hosea locked the door behind them, slowly lighting the lamps that flooded the small room in a warm, yellow glow. He turned to look at Dutch and had to bite his lip as lust gripped him.
Dutch stood in the middle of the room, hand clamped between his legs, dancing from foot to foot. Down the left side of his trousers, a dark mark reached almost all the way down to his knee. He looked embarrassed, shy, mortified, but the gleam of arousal was still there in his eyes.
Hosea sat himself down on the bed, kicked off his shoes and began to touch himself through the fabric of his trousers.
“I can't hold it…” Dutch hissed, staring pleadingly at his lover.
“Shoes off,” Hosea said, and already he could feel the pre-cum wetting his underwear.
Dutch whined like a puppy but did as he was told and clumsily pulled his shoes off, kicking them aside.
“Now open your legs.”
Dutch was breathing heavily through his nose and glaring pleadingly at his man. His chest was rising and falling with his pants of desperation, and the very neediness was turning Hosea on more than he had ever known.
Dutch eventually did as he was told. He stood before Hosea, his legs parted, so that his feet were on either edge of the old, threadbear rug beneath him. Before Hosea had even given him permission, he let out a whine and Hosea watched the dark patch on the pale grey trousers very suddenly grow. He even heard the hiss, the trickle.
Dutch quickly clamped his legs closed and gripped himself with both hands, but Hosea could see the pee dripping from the foot hole of the pants to darken the socks he wore, and the liquid had begun to make a circle around his foot.
He felt his cock spasm at the sight of it, the sound of it…he heard a moan trickle from his lips and simply couldn't stop it.
“Hosea…”
“I like this…” Hosea gasped, and realised he was rubbing himself faster.
“I can see that…” Dutch answered. “Oh…god…”
Another spurt of pee gushed from his hands, slashing a dark line down the right side of his trousers.
Hosea watched as Dutch closed his eyes, his face blooming scarlet.
“Don't let go yet…” Hosea panted. He had to stop touching himself or he was going to cum…watching Dutch in that state…hearing the hiss and the trickle of his accidental wetting…watching the weness run down his legs to pool around his feet…it had gripped him very surprisingly…
“How does that feel?” he asked Dutch.
Dutch was still dancing, still gripping himself tightly.
“It feels…it feels good…”
The look of embarrassment that touched his face then sent another spasm through Hosea's rock solid cock. He felt wetness slicking his drawers and wondered if he might cum in his pants.
“Get undressed…but leave your shirt on.”
Dutch nodded, but began to undress.
Hosea didn't take his eyes off him, as he awkwardly peeled down the wet trousers, as he threw them to the damp rug. His drawers were almost transparent with wetness. Hosea could see his dark pubic hair, the length of him, the skin, the dark tip.
Hosea moved back on the bed, lay down and pulled his own trousers and drawers off. Both men flung their jackets and waistcoats to the corner.
“Take them off…” Hosea said, nodding to the sopping wet underwear.
Dutch did.
As he approached the bed, Hosea could see that he was growing hard, despite his discomfort.
“Come here…”
Hosea began to touch himself again, he simply couldn't help it.
Dutch watched his hand moving up and down, and his own erection began to grow. His desperation wouldn't let his cock completely harden, but it was enough to be standing to attention as he climbed onto the bed and straddled his lover.
“Hosea…I'm gonna wet the bed…I can't hold it…”
Hosea reached out to grasp the younger man's face and pulled him down to kiss him. Hungrily, they devoured one another. Dutch leaned in to kiss him, pressing his body against Hosea's. They let their tongues dance, kissing, licking, loving.
“Oh!” Dutch gasped into Hosea's mouth.
Hosea felt a flood of hot, wet piss seep into the fabric of his shirt.
He gasped. The feel of it, searing hot against his cool skin, soaking the cotton of his shirt…
Dutch pulled back and sat up, gripping his cock tightly, whining, writhing.
“Oh god…” Hosea moaned, feeling the onset of orgasm before they had even really begun.
“Hosea…I…Oh god…”
A spurt of pee lashed up from his fist to soak his own shirt. Hosea watched the wet patch grow, turning the fabric almost see through. The pee stopped almost as soon as it had started, but the wet patch still grew as the cotton absorbed it.
It was almost too much for Hosea. He needed Dutch. He needed to see him wet, shamed, he needed to feel that hot wet liquid soak into his own shirt…
“Come to me…” Hosea panted, and gripped Dutch's hips. He positioned his lover over his ready and solid cock. “I want to fill you up…”
Dutch let out a moan and without hesitation, began to ease himself down onto Hosea's ready erection.
Already lubricated with pee and Hosea's precum, it wasn't a difficult task. Hosea cried out as Dutch slid onto him, as he felt himself gripped by the hot, wet hole he was very familiar with. He felt it grip him tightly.
Almost instantly, before Dutch had even fully taken him, another gush of pee covered them both. Both men moaned at the feel of it, Hosea at the shock of the wetness on his skin, his shirt, and Dutch with the sensation of being filled pressing on his bladder.
“Take your hand off yourself and ride me, boy.”
Dutch did as he was told. He unhanded himself, placing his hands on Hosea's thighs behind him, leaning back and beginning to ride the hard cock that was inside him.
Hosea let out a cry of sheet bliss. Not only was his cock buried inside his lover, but he had the perfect view of his erection, bobbing out before him, and the trickle of piss he could no longer hold in. Each time that Dutch rose and slammed himself back down, a jet of pee gushed from his semi hard cock, showering them both.
The two sensations together were mindblowing. The feel of his cock being ridden and the gush of pee hitting his skin, soaking into his shirt, the blankets beneath him. The sight of it gushing with every pump of his cock inside him, the hiss of release…it was almost too much for Hosea.
“Stop riding…” he gasped, “Sit still…”
Dutch slowed his bouncing, gasping for breath. “It feels…so…good Hosea…it's filling me up…oh god it feels good like this…”
Hosea gripped Dutch's hips, stilling his movement. Once Dutch had stopped riding him, the spurts of pee had abated. He peered up at him, seeing that Dutch's hair had come loose and was flowing over his face in dark waves and curls, his cheeks were flushed, a sheen of perspiration glowed on his brow…
“Let go…let it all go for me…”
Dutch opened his eyes and looked down on Hosea.
It took a few seconds, but then it was there. Dutch let out a great relieved moan as he finally let go.
Hosea cried out as Dutch began to piss, as it arched up before them, soaking Dutch's white shirt see through, falling over Hosea like hot rain, soaking him beneath it. The hiss, the heat, the patter of it pooling onto the sheets before being absorbed…it was heavenly. It was filthy, wrong, bad, it was the opposite of the basics every mother teaches their children to do, it was dirty and shameful and…wonderful.
As Dutch moaned in relief, his eyes closed, his head back, Hosea began to thrust up and up into his lover. He could feel his orgasm coming as the pee soaked his shirt, and he could not stop it. Harder, harder, he thrust, making Dutch moan, gripping his hips as he did.
“Oh Dutch!” his ragged voice tore through him as the release came. He felt himself fill up his lover, spurt after spurt of sweet release, slicking his cock, squelching, trickling out. He couldn't remember another time that he had cum so hard. The pee soaking him seemed to heighten his release tenfold. He felt the world vanish as he spasmed and gasped, he felt his eyes roll back.
He came to at the feel of Dutch writhing on him, riding him and the bed shaking. He peeled open his eyes to see Dutch still impaled on his cock, masturbating unashamedly. Both of them were soaked, the bed beneath them was soaked. It sloshed wetly with each movement.
“Cum for me Dutch…good boy, cum for me…” Hosea gasped, breathless from his own orgasm.
On command, Dutch stopped riding Hosea's softening cock and gripped his own hard cock in his fist. He began to groan as he fisted the length faster, faster.
Hosea felt his heartbeat quicken as Dutch groaned aloud and closed his eyes. He watched the dark, swollen tip peek out of his fist, then go back, then peek out again.
“Oh fuck. Oh Hoseaaaa!”
Dutch cried out, as line after line of cum fell onto Hosea’s sopping wet shirt, streak after streak to make even more of a mess. Wet on wet. He felt it hit him, as hot and wet as the piss had been. He held Dutch's hips as the younger man came undone on top of him, and then he gladly reached out to steady him as he slumped forward, utterly spent.
They lay together for too long, their soaking, cumstained shirts pressed together. Hosea felt himself slither out of Dutch, felt a gush of cum ooze out to pool on his balls. The hot wet was turning chill and itchy and uncomfortable.
“Come on my beautiful boy,” Hosea whispered.
Dutch roused and peered down on him, bleary eyed from an almost snooze.
“We made a mess…” Dutch gasped, colour flushing his cheeks as it all came back to him.
“We did…I think we need to get a bath and then slip out of here before the maid comes to tidy the room…”
Dutch snorted a laugh.
Both men parted, moving awkwardly in their wet clothes, on the wet blankets. Both of them feeling a trickle of shame for what they had done.
“Come here,” Hosea said, as they stood up.
Dutch turned to him. He looked very much younger, Hosea thought, and very much embarrassed. His shirt was soaked, his legs wet, his hair a mess about his shoulders.
“You're amazing, you know…you're my good boy. Thank you for being vulnerable with me…thank you for that.”
Dutch's cheeks flushed again, but he went to Hosea, planted a sweet kiss on his lips.
“Thank you, Hosea…for making me feel like I can do anything with you…you dirty old man…”
Both men snorted laughter, but they kissed again, until the laughter died on their lips.
“Let's get into that bath,” Hosea said, “let me scrub you clean…and show you just how grateful I can be…”
Dutch grinned at him, and held out his hand.