New Friend Needed to Pee

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.

The weekend arrived and we were going to miss out once again. I was ready to host the rest of the gang on Saturday night and John was going to be on the road again. Saturday morning, I woke to a welcome surprise. John had been on his way to the airport when he was told that his trip was going to be postponed until Monday. He was going to be coming by along with the guys that evening.

Everyone was settling in, talking, and drinking, and I was still waiting for the guest of honor, in my mind anyway. Of course, he was the last to arrive. I'm pretty sure that he was messing with me on purpose.

Finally, there was a knock on the door and Mike got up to see who it was. In walked John, casual as could be, but I had a feeling it was just an act. I hoped so anyway. I'd feel pretty stupid if the excitement was only on my side.

When he finally turned toward the kitchen, where I was standing at the time, I greeted him. "What's going on man? Welcome back."

I tossed him a keychain with a lone key. "Want something to drink? Food isn't quite ready yet."

He looked at it and I smiled as he tried to hide the look of confusion on his face before he slipped it into his pocket and moved on. I was hoping it would be stuck in the back of his mind until he figured out what it was for.

After a quick hello to the rest of the guys he made his way into the kitchen.

"Sure, I could go for something, and a water. Gotta stay hydrated."

"So true. There are a couple different beers in the cooler. Help yourself. I'll grab you some water."

I handed him a nice tall glass of cold water. "Here you go."

We were standing in the kitchen, munching on some pineapple and watermelon while the rest of the food finished up. Mike and Mark were heading down the hallway while Brett kept at it, all his focus on his game on the tv. I hadn't really paid attention to what he was watching but he was definitely into it.

It wasn't until John saw the guys heading out of the room that he realized something. "Damn, I really gotta pee too. They beat me to it."

"I'm sure you'll be fine."

He rolled his eyes at me, thinking I was just messing with him. That feeling was only short-lived though. He got my real point when he saw the smirk on my face. I waited for him to catch it before lowering down to my knees and moving in front of him.

I squeezed between him and the cabinet, then unzipped his pants to pull out that cock that I had so hoped to see again, although maybe not under those specific circumstances. I really didn't want anything to spill so I made sure to make a good seal around his shaft before tapping his leg to go ahead.

He looked down at me, eyebrows raised with an unspoken question. All it took was a quick nod before he did his best to relax and let his steaming stream start to flow. To say there was more volume than the amount I had taken last time we were together would be an understatement. He definitely wasn't exaggerating when he said he really had to go.

It was all I could do to just keep up. There was no savoring anything before gulping it down, and he was maybe halfway done when Mike and Mark came wandering back toward the room. My eyes were wide with shock and worry but John held his hand out to tell me to relax. They had stopped in the living room, just on the other side of the island. They were both caught up in the game and oblivious to anything going on in the kitchen.

Their presence so close by only served to add to the excitement in the moment. I could tell John felt the same because he had swelled noticeably just in the last few moments.

I could hear the guys cheering and then groaning at the tv. Mike was exasperated for sure but didn't let it bother him too much. "Damn! So close. I guess that calls for another beer."

I could hear him approaching just as I was sucking out the last drops. I pulled off, stuffed John's thickened unit back into his pants and zipped him back up. I had just turned to continue searching the floor for that elusive pin that I was looking for just as Mike rounded the corner to head for the cooler. As luck would have it, there was a pin on the floor somewhere from when I had recently unpacked a new dress shirt.

"Ugh, it has to be down here somewhere. What the fuck! Ah, there it is."

I tried to compose myself before I stood back up. Mike had his back to me as he fished around in the cooler, so I was able to sneak in one last wipe of my lips and pop another bite of fruit in my mouth before I had to face him.

That was really close, and even more exciting. I have no idea how I would've been able to explain that away had Mike turned the corner even a little bit sooner. John stood right up against the island, facing the room, so he could hide the obvious signs of his arousal.

My heart was pounding. The evening had definitely started off with a bang. "Exciting start to the evening."

He and I were going to have a good laugh about that later. Mike looked over in my direction, and I nodded at the tv, suggesting that I was referring to the game.

Mike responded, "Totally." He was oblivious to what I was actually referring to.

When he turned his back to walk back into the other room, I snuck my hand over and grabbed John's package. "Not what I meant at all".

He was firm and straining against the zipper, so I quickly topped up his water and pushed it back toward him. "Does this mean that there's still more to come?"

His answer was clear even without words. He reached to my groin and squeezed gently, pausing for a moment before reaching toward the snacks on the counter. We were on the same page, but the pause and quizzical look on his face spoke volumes.

In response I casually asked, "So, you remember what that key was for?"

With my question, which wasn't really a question, I had succeeded in clearing up any confusion that I had seen on his face. "Hmm. I think so."

"Better make sure you don't lose it again." To really emphasize what I was hinting at I took his package in my hand again, this time keeping my hand there and rubbing up and down. As much as he was wanting to keep his arousal to himself, I wasn't going to make it easy on him.

Any time we were near each other, which was quite often since we were taking care of the food, I had my hand or hands all over his cock, even sneaking them inside his pants when I could. And, oh my god, was I loving having that delicious, bare piece of meat in my hand. Based on his squirming and swelling he was loving it too.

It got to the point where I don't think it ever really returned to a fully flaccid state. I'm sure he was relieved when we all sat down in the living room to eat, and I didn't have any access for the time being. We were watching the second game of the night, and it was still pretty mellow, so there was more opportunity for conversation. We hadn't all hung out for a few weeks, so we had some catching up to do...work, family, hookups, etc.

I was 99% sure I knew what the answer was going to be when they prodded John about his recent successes, or lack of, but I was still all ears when he answered. I think I was more interested in how he was going to handle answering the question, or questions if they weren't satisfied.

As usual, Mike was the one leading the questioning. "It's been a while since we talked, John. Anything exciting to report? Anyone new for you?"

I felt myself leaning forward to listen more carefully, but I couldn't help it. I was hoping that my interest wasn't too obvious, but then again, I know my friends well enough to know that they wouldn't care. Part of me was hoping that us hooking up came up so it would be out in the open, but another part really liked the secrecy. It added to the excitement.

John was as vague as possible in his response. "Nothing in the last couple weeks I guess, but I met someone before that. We might be meeting up again soon so I'm not really up for sharing anything until I see if anything comes of it. If not, I'll definitely spill the juicy details. If so, then we'll see."

I figured I'd jump out ahead of the questions that were undoubtedly coming my way. "I'm kind of in the same boat. I'll give you all an update when I have a better idea of what's going on. I will say that things went well, really well, when we hung out."

Mike was understanding but still a little annoyed. "Aw man! You guys suck. I was hoping to live vicariously through you. My sex life is just about non-existent right now."

It had been a while since I was in a long-term relationship so it was hard to relate, but I could remember how it was toward the end. "Sorry to hear that man. You need to figure out somehow to spice things up at home, maybe randomly try something new. You never know what kind of things people don't even know they might like."

"Hmm. Maybe I'll try to figure out some things to try. Just need to figure out how to bring it up."

"Go for it man. Maybe you don't like it, maybe you both love it. If you both decide not to do whatever it is again, you talk about what to try next."

John chimed in at that point. "Or in some cases, you just try stuff without thinking about it. Keeps any doubts from having a chance of creeping in."

Looking at Mike, I just pointed toward John and shrugged and responded nonchalantly, "What he said."

Mike wasn't too optimistic in his response. "I'll try. I don't even know where to start."

I had a couple ideas so I shared the first one that came to mind. "Maybe just start by hanging out naked more, see where it leads. Go to the bathroom together, let her aim for you. Just mess around and do different stuff."

"Alright. That's probably a good start I guess."

"You'll figure it out man. You've got until we get together in a few weeks to make something happen. We want to hear all about what you tried. Otherwise, I'm not sharing anything juicy from my life. And boy has there been some juiciness. Don't you think that's a fair deal John? He spills, we spill."

Fortunately, I think I was the only one that saw him smirk. "Sure. That sounds fair."

Seeing that look on John's face, knowing what we were hiding, got me going even more. I wanted his cock so badly at that moment. I had to swallow because my mouth was watering so much.

The conversation drifted around and eventually we started talking about alcohol preferences, what types, and how we like to drink it. We started chatting about whisky and I mentioned how I like to just sip on it, no ice, just a couple drops of water. John was curious so I told him that I'd show him my selection.

I didn't have a big enough space to have a wet bar out where we were sitting so I had everything arranged in the room that I used as my office. I had a pretty good size selection of different rums, tequilas, and whiskies, with only a couple of bottles of vodka.

I let the door swing closed when we walked in and turned to go to the bar area. He opened the upper cabinet to see what I had in there and I took advantage of his vulnerable position. I dropped to one knee in front of him and quickly opened his pants to pull out his cock. After the earlier events in the kitchen and the conversation on the couch, it was no surprise when it sprung free without any coaxing.

It was a beautiful site, but I didn't waste any time admiring the view. Instead, I guided it straight into my mouth and started urgently sucking. I didn't think I was going to be able to make him cum fast enough, but I was going to at least see how far along I could get him in the few short minutes that we had.

I succeeded in getting him fully hard and got a generous taste of precum but unfortunately, I had to cut myself off to allow him enough time to get situated again before heading back out to the other room. When I came back up to finish showing him all the bottles, and give him time to compose himself, I got more confirmation of his arousal. His cheeks were bright red, and he was breathing fast.

After I poured us both a little bit of one of my favorites, he tried to excuse himself to go use the restroom, really just to get himself situated, but I refused. "Oh, I don't think so. You won't be going anywhere near there on your own for the rest of the night."

"Mmm. I like the sound of that."

"Alright. Take a minute to compose yourself and we can take these back out to the other room to sip on while I finish getting the rest of the food ready."

If he thought that meant he was going to get a reprieve he was so wrong. I took every chance I got to grope and fondle his ass and his cock while we made our way around the kitchen. It got even worse when we went outside to light the grill, get it all cleaned, and wait for it to heat up. It was part way around the side of the house, out of view of the door, and not visible from any of the other homes.

Once out there I upped my game even further, constantly reaching into his pants to stroke him and fondle his balls, even slipping my hand into the back of his pants and wiggling my fingers down the cleft of his butt cheeks to play with his rosebud. He was understandably on edge, unable to really relax and focus on anything, but he wasn't about to tell me to stop.