New friend needed to pee Ch. 02 by trybiman
Uncover the tantalizing continuation of 'New Friend Needed to Pee' in Chapter 02 of this captivating gay erotic sex story. Dive into a world of desire, intimacy, and exploration as two friends push boundaries and discover new pleasures together. Perfect for fans of steamy narratives and LGBTQ+ romance!<br/>
Disclaimer: This story has several experiences with pissing / watersports / golden showers, and chastity devices. If that’s not something you’re interested in, then no harm moving on.
This is a follow up to “New friend needed to pee Ch. 01”. If you haven’t read that, you may want to give it a quick read, so you are up to speed.
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When John left my place, it was kind of up in the air when we would connect again. Like I said before though, I wasn’t worried that it wouldn’t happen. I was just a little anxious about when. Thinking of the things that we did, and just the fact that I did them with another man, was still causing my brain to short circuit a bit.
I couldn’t get the night out of my head even when I tried, which made it really hard to get much work done. I forced myself to push through but I still found myself needing some relief in the morning and just about every night before I could fall asleep. On the bright side, it didn’t take much to get going, what with all the images I had in my head. It was more work to keep myself from shooting my shot too quickly.
The other issue I was having to contend with was trying to keep from walking around with an obvious erection all day. It was no big deal when I was working from home, but it was awkward when I had to go to the office, or I was out and about. It was all I could do to keep it as contained as possible to avoid embarrassing myself all the time.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t too successful at keeping my swollen package under wraps. I don’t think it was my imagination when I noticed people’s gaze getting caught below the belt. I had to figure out how to either keep myself relaxed or find a better way to at least hide the evidence. It was like I was back in middle school all over again.
Of course, I had to take to the internet to see if there was something better than my unsuccessful method of repositioning and adjusting. It was then that I came across something that wasn’t exactly designed for the wearer’s benefit, but it looked like it would serve my needs perfectly. It seemed maybe a little extreme, but I decided to try it out. Hopefully it wouldn’t be painful or too uncomfortable.
I wasn’t too keen on wandering around in an adult store, given my almost constant state of arousal, so online shopping with overnight shipping was the next best option. A couple days later a box arrived at the door, and, to my pleasant surprise, it was actually discreetly packaged. Thank God for small miracles, because I really didn’t want my neighbors to see what I got.
I got everything unpacked, read the very brief instructions, and then tried to get to business. It was then that I realized I was going to have to take care of myself or this was never going to work. The measurements that I had taken before ordering meant that what appeared to be a very small ring and cage were never going to fit around my balls and onto my swollen cock. It was never more apparent than at that moment that I was definitely a grower.
As it had been over the previous days, it didn’t take long until I was back down to a less aroused state, and a much more manageable size. I actually wasn’t really interested in continuing with my plans at the moment, but I pushed forward. The first task was to slip the ring to the base of my penis, and then push first one, and then the other of my balls through. Once I got them through, I made sure to get everything situated and then grabbed the little cage that had appeared to be way too small just a little while before.
As recommended, I added a little lube to the inside to allow for movement, and then slipped it over my flaccid penis. I say slipped, but it wasn’t as easy as it sounds. Even that short while after climaxing, the excitement still had me somewhat on edge and I was no longer at my smallest. The small amount of lube did help, and I was able to work myself in far enough to where I could push the ring and cage together.
For some reason, even though I was by myself, my nerves were still tingling. This wasn’t something I ever would have considered even two weeks ago, but there I was. I compromised with myself and went for one of the little temporary plastic locks, leaving it unclipped, rather than fully locking myself up with the key. It gave me a little peace of mind knowing I could get out quickly if I needed to.
With everything in place, and VERY snug, I finally looked in the mirror and what a sight I was met with. There stood a fairly masculine man, completely contrasted with a little feminine, pink cage locking away his cock. It took a moment for me to accept that it was me and my locked-up penis standing there. I felt squeezed as my dick twitched and strained for release.
Things were going to be interesting for sure. Time to see if this was something I could stick with, or if it was something I even wanted to stick with.
It was really distracting at first, so I found myself taking it off after a short while. Sometimes I just had to have some release. Other times I just wanted to be more comfortable. Sooner than I expected I got a lot more comfortable with it on and was going for longer periods of time and even graduated to using the metal lock and key. I even got to the point I stopped noticing it unless I moved in certain ways and felt it against my balls.
It took a while before I decided to try it out outside of the house, and I only went out with the plastic lock hanging loose. Finally, I realized that people would have to be staring and know what they were looking for to see any hint of it, so I got a lot more comfortable, eventually going with the metal lock and key, still keeping it in my pocket just in case.
I didn’t wear it all the time, but I did discover I really liked it and started making it harder and harder to quickly get out of it. I would put the key high up in a closet and then put the step stool back out in the garage. I knew I could still get there with a chair and some maneuvering, but I did my best to push that out of my mind. It was a rush just knowing it was there and I was stuck.
I started to like not being able to touch myself whenever I wanted to. I would put it on after stroking at night, then wouldn’t let myself stroke again in the morning, as I had gotten used to doing. I even spent time during the day looking at, reading, writing, and watching porn, just oozing without being able to play.
It was exhilarating and led to some great orgasms when I finally allowed myself release. There were even days when I didn’t take the cage off before bed but those were not very common. I also made sure to keep it off for a few days at a time just to make sure I wasn’t going to cause myself any problems.
After a few weeks since our night together, John and I had been texting pretty frequently but hadn’t had a chance to hangout again. Our work and travel schedules were crossing over each other so we just hadn’t been able to make it work yet. It was clear that both of us were still up for it but we had to be patient.