My wet suit

[wamthom]

Hi lads

Thanks for the messages, here’s a continuation with fresh fade lad. I’ll caveat this is pure fantasy now, a really unrealistic scenario, leaning into the wetting vibe, I’ve gone on a complete tangent which wont be for everyone, but it’s my kind of fun:-)
Anyway, see what you reckon. . .hot bicep guy might need to get involved!


There’s no personal space when the trains are packed, and my back was pressed up close against some fit guy’s arm, I could feel the heat of his bicep through my shirt, and every time he moved, it sent a buzz zipping down my spine to my bladder. I was facing directly into the back of another lad’s head, admiring his fresh fade.

Three more stops, three to go, only about ten minutes, but I was desperate again, my bladder screaming. The train was gradually emptying out at each stop, fresh fade lad snagged a seat that had just been vacated, and as hot bicep guy shifted, I slid into some space, holding onto the rail next to fade lad’s seat.

Now I could clock him properly – 35, I reckoned, with thick chestnut brown hair chopped into a sharp French crop, all messy on top but with a crisp mid fade that screamed weekly visits to the barber. A stocky lad, his gear left nothing to the imagination: a skintight white Under Armour tee hugging his chest, and navy Nike polyester trackies, so snug you could spot the outline of his wallet jammed in his left pocket. He was slouched back, legs spread wide, scrolling his phone.

I’d got away with letting out a short burst earlier, but with my groin right at his eye level, I clutched my bag in front of me, praying the damp patch in my boxers wasn’t showing through my suit. My jacket brushed his knee, and he shot me a quick scowl, all attitude, before diving back into his phone.

The train rattled on, and my desperation was unbearable. My foot was tapping, my thighs twitching, sweat beading on my forehead. I must’ve looked a proper state, because he glanced up, and flashed a cheeky grin. “You’re bursting, ain’t ya, mate?”

“I legged it onto this train, no time for a piss,” I muttered, trying to sound casual while my bladder felt like it was about to explode.

“Know the feeling,” he said, leaning back. “Smashed a few pints with the lads, then got stuck at the station for ages. Shoulda gone while I was waitin.” He shifted in his seat, wincing like he was wrestling with his own pressure, then – bold as brass – pressed his hand hard against his crotch, giving it a quick squeeze.

“Look, lad,” he stood up and put his hand on my side, sending a shock through me. “If it makes you feel any better, I gotta go too. When you gotta go, you gotta go,” he said, and winked at me. “Just water, innit?”

“What, here?” I said, my voice half a laugh, half a panic, glancing at the packed carriage around us.

“Why the fuck not?”, leaning forward towards me, “You’ll feel like a new man.”

I stammered, “But… clothes, they’ll be wrecked.” He cut me off with a loud “tsss”, waving his hand like I was chatting nonsense. “You and your problems, bruv. Bit of piss ain’t gonna hurt my trackies – cool me off in this sweaty hellhole, more like. And you, bet you’ve got a wardrobe full of fancy suits.” He nodded at the other passengers. “Who cares about this lot? Bet half of ‘em are dyin’ for a piss too.”

Then, he shoved his hands down the front of his trackies, adjusted himself with a cocky smirk, and tilted his head back. I froze, as a dark patch appeared on his groin – a sudden burst of piss, soaking the tight polyester. It spread, glossy, across towards his hips, down his inner thighs, and running over the front of his legs. The navy fabric turned almost black where it was drenched. My own bladder was twitching in response.
He looked back at me. “Just let go, mate” he whispered. He put his hand on my shoulder, and that was it – I broke.

A hot surge erupted in my trunks, unstoppable, and I couldn’t have held it back if I’d tried. The relief was instant, and came with a wave of adrenaline. My suit trousers didn’t stand a chance. The piss flooded out, warm and relentless, soaking through my trunks and spreading down my legs, the fabric tightening as it drenched, hugging my skin. I could feel it streaming past my knees, the tight cuffs of my trousers funneling every drop downward, then pooling in my shoes.

Fresh fade lad was still grinning. He gave his crotch a quick pat, pulled the fabric away and then let go, the wet fabric snapping back against him. “Told ya, mate. Feels fuckin’ mint, don’t it?” His flow had eased to a few final pulses, the sheen on his drenched trackies catching the light as he moved. I stood there, my boxers warm and wet, the trousers heavy and clinging. The rush was unreal – the thrill of it – wrecking my pristine suit in front of him, no control, no shame, caught in this mad, reckless moment with him.

While all this was happening, I’d completely forgotten we were surrounded by a full train carriage. I snapped out of my trance, and clocked the other passengers gawping at us. Those standing closest had shuffled as far away as the packed carriage allowed, muttering to each other. One person, red-faced and fuming, piped up, “That’s fucking disgusting… you’re fucking disgusting… aren’t they?” They looked around, hoping for support from others.

Fade lad’s eyes lit up. He spun towards the heckler, all menace, “You might think this is disgusting…” He bent down, slapped both hands flat into the puddle of piss pooled around us on the carriage floor, and dragged them slow and deliberate down the front of his pristine white tee, leaving streaks across his chest where the dirt from the floor had mixed in. “But I ain’t.” He stood tall, and I could tell he was loving it – the way his hands lingered on the damp material clinging to his pecs.

Hot bicep guy stepped forward, and I thought shit, just what we need someone else piling in . . .

[Mullat123]

Wow!!! The continuation it’s even hotter!

[Brian]

The continuation is highly original! Don't think I've ever read anything quite like this. Wow!

[bodgyuk]

For some reason, I'm picturing Fade lad as looking and sounding a bit like the character Danny in Big Boys.

[Wombat48]

OMG!!!

[Fred]

A good follow-up!