Sam.
RP I has with this guy:
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/shiroyukianesa/
?Sam peeks over my shoulder. - Quit that! - I said, covering my drawing. - It's a request... - Its Kay - says Sam, commenting my drawing. - Anyone in diapers is eventually messy. Sam kisses my head and say: - You can't show me nuffin that will shock me, trust me. I look worried to the drawing and think: "not me, though..." and blush because of the kiss. - Though, I haven't seen you do that yet... - continued Sam. - though you leak like a faucet at times. I whimper, embarrassed, looking at my diaper front. - Hey... Sam giggles an sits nearby. - I'll help ya change when your done - he says. - I haven't even started... - I reply, with my diaper still dry. - Knowing you not for loooong - Sam stretches and fidgets a little. - So who dared you to stay full that whole week? - Litiar. A skunk friend. - Away, cute - Sam smiled. I smile and tailwag, my handpaws resting on my front. Sam sits leaning back on his handpaws and looks over. - I thought you was drawing? - he smiled again. I blush and look back at the desk. - Yes, right - I position myself and resume. - Hmm... - Sam waits a little bit and quietly stands, walking behind me without making a sound. I still focused, my tail wagging a bit. Sam reaches around and yell: - Boo! Gotcha! - then grabs my diaperfront. I eep and my tail rise suddenly, I was about to move my paws to my front, but was stopped by Sam's paws. I dribble. Sam smiles and ask: - Did I feel a lil warm on my paw? Hmmmm? I blush and tear up, looking down, pressing your paws on my front to apply pressure and stop an oncoming flow. Sam blinks an frowns. - Wait, don't cry - he says. -; I was just teasing. - It's something that makes me umconfortable... - I say. - You say you are male, but something in me tells the opposite. I have a secret fear of girls. - Um well... you can check for yourself if you like - Sam blushed and smile. - I am a boy, a cute one that may like skirts at times... but a boy. I blush, not knowing if I should. Plus, I did once and, even seeing that you are a boy, something keeps bugging me. - Well - I say. - I kinda do sissy stuff. - That's been bothering you? - Sam giggles. - I don't like frilly girly things... but I get the appeal. I nod and say: - I dunno why, but girls are scary. - You have a bad experience? - Sam asks, squeeze his paw a little - I think your leaking agains... I clench with all my willpower. - Eff, this isn't going anywhere! - I say, as if my bladder could listen. I look at him. - I dunno. Girls are too different. They often pick on me. - Aww - Sam whines. - You gotta meet the right kinds. Makes a big difference - Sam wiggles his paw up a bit to my waistband. I tilt my head, not realizing his paw. Sam reaches inside the padding and grips my boyhood. - That should help - he says. - And some girls are mean but there are some that are really kind, they are just rare in a way. I look down and blink twice, then smile. - Oh, like who? - I look more comfortable all of sudden. - Well - Sam continued. -, my last ex'es were all nice. And though we don't date, I still am good friends with them you know? - he bounces on his feet. I notice and slid my paw into Sam's waistband and grab his weenie. - Need help too? Sam sighs and nods. - Much better... - he smiled. I give his cheek a lick. - Though my superstitions are dry unlike yours leaky diapers - he giggles and licks back. I smirk. - Is it a challenge? - What kind? - Sam smiled devilishly. - Holding contest. - That's a bet, what's the winner get? I blink twice and have an idea, but then erase it. - What do you suggest? - Nuuh, I saw that look - said Sam. - What are ya thinking? I smirk and laugh shily. - No, nothing, nevermind! Sam tightened the grip over my weewee. - Say it - he demanded. I grunt. - That hurt! - I whine, but refusing to say. Sam squeezes again and holds. - Come ooon, say it! - Okay, but loose the grip or I won't pee anymore in my life! - I beg. Sam giggles an lets up, rubbing me instead. - So whatcha thinkins? - The loser... will paw the winner off... - I say. Sam nods. - That's reasonable. And how about they have to spend a week holding aaaaalll the time like you did before. - Sounds fair - I say. - Okay.. so we both let for of each other on the count of 3? - Yes. 1... - 2.. - 3! - I release his boyhood. Sam does the same and digs in his bag, taking out two pairs of pink pullups and offering me one. - Here.. put this on. - Pull-ups? - I ask, not used to them. In fact, that would be the first time I'd ever wear a pull-up. Sam nods and unfolds it, pointing inside. - These kind are cool alert, so they get cold when you wet, so you notice faster and - points to the pink pawprints on the front. - these fade when wet. I nod and take my diaper off shamelessly. Sam does the same and points, his bits peeking out of his sheath a little. - See? - he says. - All boy! I notice his arousal. - You are getting a bit excited - I say. - Just a little bit. Sam giggles and says: - I like this game - then turns around and bends over, pulling the pullup into place and shaking his rump - Ready! I pull up... the pull-up. - I already miss my diaper... - I say, looking at it, longing. - Well, its just for now... ima have to buy some diapers wif indicators, kay? Besides - he pokes my front. -, the pink looks cute on you. I smile and tailwag, then bounce once. - Beware, cheater - I tease. Sam giggles. - Cheater? Me? - he stares at me with innocent eyes. I poke his waist, right over the bladder. Sam meeps and backs up, bouncing some. - Hey... that was cheatin'. I grin. - Certainly. Let's drink to maker things harder. - You read my mind - Sam nods. I go to my closet. There's fridge inside it. Sam crosses his legs while I'm not looking. I'm in a chill, though. I'm used with holding it, though my urge was noticiable because I grabbed myself from time to time and bounced a bit. I get apple juice. Sam stands straight before I turn around and forces himself to stand still. - I see ya using your paw. I look down and take my paw off there. - I can't? - I'm just saying you look like your gonna lose - Sam bounces when I look down. I notice your feetpaws and grin. - I'm just relieving pressure. Okay, let's drink - I suddenly look at you. Sam scrambles a bit to stand straight. - Er, ready! - Sam holds out a paw for water. I get the glasses and use both paws to pour it on each glass. I dance, watching the flow, unable to use my paws. Sam holds his glass with two paws and juggles a leg. I notice and get a little naughty by the sight. I finish and start to drink. - Cheers... - says Sam, then he drinks and feels a tiny chill down there, making him pause. I watch, holding myself with one paw while I drink. Sam crosses his feet and finishes. - I-ima sit down... I sit down, pressing both paws on my padded crotch. - How are you feeling? - I dance a bit, then stop. - Dry... - Sam sits down and mutters: - ish... - You wet? - I ask, teasingly. - No! - Sam bounces. I move my legs, wanting to laugh, but I may dribble if I do. - My prints are still there see.. - Sam argues, mov his paws from his front. I smile. - Mine's too - I say, showing mine's, however one of my paws was still holding my weenie through the pull-up. I really depend on this move to releive pressure, that's why it's so easy to me. Sam puts his handpaws back quickly. - Ohh.. what if we both go paws free? I frown. - I'm not sure... - Paws free it is... - Sam grins and lift his paws. I also do, but my body begs for having back in place. My dancing becomes more frequent and I start to fidget. Sam starts squirming almost immediately, unable to sit still and whimpering. - I... I may take that back... I grin. - Giving up? - N-no wa.. - Sam meeps an grabs haunching over. I fonlde myself a bit. - It's hard, but pleasant - I comment, trying to not dribble. Sam sits up after a moment, squirming some and rubbing his front. - I haven't had someone that could last with me before... - Sam hides his slightly faded prints. I giggle and dribble, entertained by the show and forgetting that was part of it. Sam fidgets and rubs as long. - As I focus... ill be fine - he states. I notice my dribbling and stop. I'm overfull and need my paws constantly. They aren't coming off there. Some of my prints also faded. Sam watches me and moves his paws forcing himself to sit still, trembling. - S-see im fine... Oops... My eyes go wide and a smile cross my face, while I press myself with all my might. - What is wrong? Sam's prints fade and a puddle starts to spread from his butt. I go towards him and sit beside him. I place his head over my shoulder. Sam blushes. - I... lost... - he still seems a bit surprised an leans on me. I let go too. - I was holding my weiner all the time, you tried to not dance. I guess you just wanted to go beyond your limit. Sam blinks and watches my prints fade, nodding slightly. - I thought I could show off... guess not... - he pokes at my squishyfront. My puddle mix with his. I have an idea and then press hard on Sam's front to force his stream to stop. I do the same to myself. Sam clamps down to stop going. - What are you doing? - he asks as he starts squirming again. - It wasn't fair. We both earn the prize. We paw each other while holding it. Sam blushes and nods, smiling. - Kay. I stand up. Sam looks up, still fidgeting. - How should we? I grab his weenie and start to fondle. Everytime it dribbles, I squeeze it. Sam returns the favor, standing and rubbing my diaperfront before his paw eases in. I purr and Sam finds my very aroused peepee. - Feels nice... - I pet Sam's bottom and approach our bits. Sam plays with my tip and giggles. - Now who's all excited? - he asks. I smile and I end up humping my diaper on Sam's bits. Sam puts his arms around my waist and rubs against mr, murring. I also rub against him. I have to take my pull-up off. Sam rips the sides to help me and the pull-up falls to the floor. I start to dry hump again, dribbling, hoping that Sam would help me to hold. - Rip mine? - Sam asks, reaching down and holding me like I was doing while trying to hold it before. I rip Sam's pull-up, so it falls off. We resume humping, not only adding friction to our stiffy weenies, but also pressure on our bladders. Sam leaks a little onto my belly and blushes, pressing harder to stop the flow. I press his weenie while fondling his sack and humping more. He creeps a paw to my bottom and presses against my tailhole a little. I purr and slap his butt once, humping harder, dribbling profusely. Sam squeaks and squirts some wee on my belly, pushing inside a little and moving faster, starting to twitch some - Ngh... I keep going, now trying to hold only with willpower. Holding it makes me clench, which stimulates my prostrate. I hump harder, dribbling at every hump. I smack Sam's bottom again and start to tease the entrance of his hole. Sam press harder and he moans when I tease his bottom - T-thats gonna make m-me..mmm.. - Sam squirts a bit of wee from the slap. - um... Ahh. Because we are peeing, cuming will be hard task. Our body can't do both. I hump more and more, letting more powerful squirts of pee fly up, hitting his chest. Each time it feels as if he's on the brewery edge, he seems to squirt a bit of pee instead and it makes him whine. - Mmm... I finger his hole further, while squirting, tired of holding it against all the pressure of humping. - Murr... - says Sam. I press more into his hole, while my urethral sphicter clenches involuntarly. My body decided that it's time to come. Sam is releasing a constant slow dribble by now, pressing into my rump. I murr and clench around the finger while I insert my own further into Sam, reaching a muscle. I rub it and massage, knowing what it is, while hump harder, throbbing and leaking pre. As soon as I press that spot, Sam's flow stops, and his body locks up. His breath is catching on his throat and its obvious another stroke from that finger will put him over. I hump again, pre'ing more and massaging that muscle softly, but non-stop. Sam moans and clenches on my finger, his tail twitching with his body as he squirts cum between us. - Ahh! I smile and suddenly kiss Sam. I give the final humps, cuming soon after. Sam blush brightly from being the receiver of the kiss this time, his orgasm fading enough for a slow dribble to start again while he's distracted. I pet his bottom and take my paw off there, pulling his pull-up... up. Most of the wet runs down his legs since the pull up is soaked and he giggles some. - That's kinda pointless I think - he says. - Pretty much - I pat my bladder. - I'll hold the leftovers. "At least he forgot the other half of the bet", Sam thinks. I smile. - Now, you gonna hold it everyday for the next week! - I say, smiling and tailwagging. - Aw! - Sam pout... but smiles a little. - Meanie.. - Unless you want company.