Fantasizing About Studs and Pissing

I had to get a new light fixture last week, so I went down to the local hardware superstore. I found what I needed, and walked around the store to check out the men. Not that the men are all perfect, but I get horny watching guys in their boots and overalls and jeans and work clothes. A stache or some stubble really gets me cranked.

Guy in hardware aisle is trying to find the right bolt. Perfect dirty levis over a perfect butt tucked into 9” tan steel-toe workboots! He’s maybe 48 with two-day stubble. I get close – really close – pretending to hunt for a particular hinge. His scent is a faint mix of woodsy cologne and mulch. I’m hard, imagining how his jeans got so dirty and how his crotch might smell. I want to kiss him, and feel his hot piss on me. His jeans are dark blue 511s 33Wx32L – my size- and I want to see them wet. I want to complement him – or something – just to get something going … and suddenly he finds what he needs and is gone.

I tell myself that he had a wedding ring. I remind myself that the whole interaction was maybe a minute and a half. Hell, it wasn’t even an interaction, as he didn’t even notice me. I mean, we were both trying to get shit done, right?

So a couple days later I go into the thrift store. I’m looking through the jeans – maybe they’ve got something good here in my size – and I find a pair of dark blue levis 511s IN MY SIZE. They aren’t his, of course, but my dick says otherwise – and I have to have them. They’re not as dirty and a little more faded. I take them home and put them on with no underwear, and imagine my hardware store stud rubbing his crotch against my dick. The jeans smell like dirt. I put on workboots and go outside, and lay on the cold damp ground. I’m loving these jeans, and can almost smell the guy. I imagine my lips caressing his facial hair, and as I kiss him I flood the jeans with my hot piss. I’m imagining his piss flowing down my legs and ass, and into my boots. It’s just me alone, but the fantasy and the piss sensation stir me to action. I jerk off, as the stud and I would if we were together, and I rub my cum into my pisswet jeans. I laid there in the grass and piss-mud for a few minutes, and imagine us having a beer and talking about stuff.

So at home I hang the jeans up and let them dry. Today I brushed off some caked mud, and put them on. I was installing the light fixture, and saw that it did not quite match the two others on the front of the house, so I went down to the local hardware superstore to get two more like the first one. I found what I needed, and then proceeded to walk around the store to check out the men. Dude in the gardening aisle is trying to find the right insecticide. He’s maybe 39, wearing brown carhartts muddy at the bottoms, muddy roper boots, and a ratty tee. Oh, here we go again …

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  1. oh yeah, I always wonder how full his bladder is, and imagine he’s on the verge of doing the pee pee dance and crossing his legs to try to keep from peeing his pants

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