I have a friend that I catch up with from time to time, who's into *******. Several years ago, I told him how I like to **** my pants, and he was very interested in this. I think he was surprised at my interest, and we kept in regulat touch. A few years ago, the opportunity arose for us to have a **** together, and he invited me over to his place one night.
To make it more interesting, we both drank a lot of water before meeting. I also had to factor in a 30 minute drive. I managed to arrive dry, but very desperate to pee. As it turns out, he couldn't hold on for me, and he greeted me at the door in wet pants (HOT!). Inside, he had arranged a waterproof tarpaulin so it resembled a wading pool, and said "If you need to ****, just stand on that". I ******** down so I was wearing the shorts I was going to **** in, and immediately headed for the tarp, as I was totally desperate. I let go and the pee soaked my shorts and ran down my legs, making a huge puddle on the tarp. By this time, my friend also needed a pee, so when I finished and sat back down, he pissed his pants so I could watch and enjoy.
After the initial ****, he grabbed a couple of beers and we spent the next few hours drinking and then ******* in our pants, or sometimes in each other's pants!
By the end of the night, there was a huge pool of ****, enough to play in, so I soaked myself in it, until I was covered from chin to toe in ****. After that, we were rather turned on my the experience, so we each had a **** to relieved the tension, and then cleaned up.
A few weeks later, one Saturday afternoon, we repeated the experience, and this one lasted nearly twice as long as the previous one.