Mark and Me – Part 3
[In which Cam and Mark move into an apartment and begin taking college courses, Cam begins to date Gabby, and wets his pants after a celebratory dinner.]
Mark and I found an off-campus apartment and moved in several days before classes started that fall. The place wasn’t big or fancy or anything – really just an older house that had been remodeled into several small apartments. But we had a bathroom, and a kitchen, and a small living room and two bedrooms. We furnished it with whatever we could beg or borrow from our parents, and with a few purchases from the Salvation Army Thrift Store. The appliances in the kitchen were kind of old fashioned but neither Mark nor I wanted to do a lot of cooking. Breakfast was usually a granola bar and coffee or milk – depending upon how hung over we were. We’d grab a sandwich on campus for lunch and dinner was usually Ramen noodles and beer, or we’d go out for hamburgs, or Chinese, or pizza.
I noticed that Mark now had his “damp spot” all the time. And when he was going to be just hanging around the apartment and we weren’t having any friends over his “damp spot” would be larger – and wetter. We were watching TV the other night and I glanced over and saw that the whole front of his jeans was wet and he had this big erection that I could clearly see through the tight, wet fabric, and Mark was stroking and rubbing himself through his jeans as the wet spot grew larger and larger. “Man”, I thought, “Like, I don’t care what you do in the apartment – just as long as you don’t get the furniture wet and smelly!”
Maybe a couple of weeks after that, I’d lost at the poker game the previous night and as a result had “laundry duty” the next day. As I was gathering up my clothes and Mark’s clothes from the piles of dirty clothes we tossed in the corners of our bedrooms – hey, I never said that I was a neat freak – I picked up one pair of Mark’s briefs – stained a dark yellow and still wet from the previous evening. I don’t know why I did it – it was just, like, well, kind of unconscious as I pulled off my jeans and briefs and pulled on Mark’s wet briefs and then my jeans. Then I realized that the briefs I was now wearing were wet from Mark’s piss and that the ones that had cupped and supported his cock and balls yesterday were now supporting mine and I got this big erection as I finished gathering up the clothes and headed off to the Laundromat – with a large damp spot in the crotch of my jeans – but one which was covered up by the baggy sweatshirt I was wearing. I was getting so turned on by wearing Mark’s briefs that as soon as I returned home from the Laundromat I immediately began stroking my erection through my damp jeans and soon ejaculated and added my semen to Mark’s piss in the briefs I was wearing.
I met a girl named Gabby in my Freshman Composition and Literature course and we’ve been spending a little time together – nothing really serious, getting a snack on the Student Union, or just sitting in the Library and talking, and we went to a movie once. So, anyway, there was a project for the course that we had to work on with someone else in the course so Gabby and I kind of chose each other to work with. The Library was pretty crowded one Saturday so I asked her if she’d like to come over to our apartment and she accepted. As she stepped into the apartment she wrinkled her nose and said, “I think you need to put fresh litter in kitty’s litterbox.” I glanced over at Mark who was doing something in the kitchen and he kind of hung his head and blushed a little. I think that he got the message.
As we neared the end of the first semester and faced final exams, both Mark and I were worried about how well we’d do in our Statistics I course. I mean, we both liked math but this topic was way harder than anything that we’d had in high school and we had been doing a lot of outside studying to get ready for the exam. On the afternoon of the exam I was so nervous that my stomach was upset and I almost thought that I was going to “toss my cookies” at one point. But by 5pm the exam was over with and there wasn’t anything more that we could do at that point in time so we decided that instead of going back to the apartment that we’d relax a little and headed over to a little hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant that we’d gone to several time in the past and liked because of the inexpensive food. We got a booth and Mark ordered a pitcher of beer and we both had a glass while we browsed through the menu. We ended up just ordering and sharing a large pizza and after we finished that off we ordered another medium sized pizza and another pitcher of beer. Part way through the second pizza I was getting a pretty good “glow” on from the beer and I was also getting a pretty full bladder. Well, I figured that nobody could really see us in the booth so I relaxed just a little and let a little pee flow out to relieve the pressure on my bladder. After another five or ten minutes the pressure built up again and I had to release a little more. By that time the beer had really gotten to me and I’m not sure but I think that I remember that I had to release a little more pee a couple more times. So when Mark and I were getting ready to leave the restaurant, and I started to stand up and get out of the booth – a little unsteady on my feet – I looked down and to my horror realized that the front and the seat of my jeans were sopping wet and that there was a small puddle of yellow liquid on the seat of the booth where I had been sitting. At least the restaurant wasn’t too brightly lit and it was less than half full so I’m not sure that too many of the other customers noticed my predicament as Mark and I hurriedly made our way to the door. Once outside, Mark told me to wait a minute and made a quick trip back into the restaurant. “What that for”, I asked when he returned.
“Oh, I just wanted to leave the waitress and extra tip because of the mess she’ll have to clean up where you were sitting”, he replied. I blushed in embarrassment.
So we’d just begin to walk home when all of a sudden I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to control my bladder much longer and after another couple of steps I felt a little pee begin to leak out into my jeans, and then the stream became stronger, and then it was like, well, like Niagara Falls in my jeans. It was running down both of my legs and filling my sneakers. And I was making these squishing and gurgling sounds as we walked along, and leaving little pools of yellow liquid in a trail behind me, and Mark was laughing his head off, and about the only good thing was that it was pretty dark by that point so as long as nobody got close enough to smell me they’d probably not realize what I’d just done. When we got back to the apartment I went into the kitchen and was reaching for some towels to clean up the little puddles of piss that I’d left on the floor as my bladder finally emptied itself, and when I looked down at my soaked jeans and smelled the aroma of warm piss and, well, it was probably because of all beer that I’d consumed, but I was actually getting turned on and had this big erection showing through my jeans. “Man, I can’t let that sucker go to waste”, I thought and reached down and unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock and masturbated. Just as I came and sprayed my semen on the front of the refrigerator, Mark stuck his head into the kitchen and said, “Making more of a mess to clean up, Cam?”
“Oh, fuck you”, I replied.
[to be continued]