Date: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 13:44:13 -0500
From: mark bruzee <mark.bruzee@gmail.com>
Subject: June 23 (Adult Youth/Scifi Urination)

June 23,1969
A Scifi Adventure by Mark b

The story is a fantasy and involves adults,teens, sexual situations, and
unprotected sex.

I DO NOT LIKE RUBBERS ANY MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE BUT YOU MUST WEAR THEM WHEN
HAVING ANAL SEX. DO NOT GET FUCKED Without a rubber on the guy fucking you
or YOU probably WILL DIE!

If you are not 18 DON'T LET YOUR PARENTS Catch you or if it is illegal to
read it, Get the Stupid Laws changed!

There is NOTHING WRONG with you being queer, or gay or bi or lesbian or
trans gendered. IGNORE the assholes that tell you that its wrong. What's
wrong is NOT living your life the way YOU feel led to as long as you try
your best never to hurt anyone in the process.

Remember, I love all of you and you have a friend, if you need.

Also please remember that Nifty survives only on donations. Please donate
what you can to keep this resource free and available.

Chapter 1.

My name is Aaron, I am 79 and I am dying. And I won't be born for another
75 years.

Yup. You read that right. I was born in the year 2034. I left my
time.... well, I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. Let me do some background
work first.

Like I said, I was born in 2034. I was the only child of my parents, as
they had chosen to have a natural child, not a clone. With clones you get
three kids, because they impact on the environment far less but hey... My
dad's loved me. They had their sperms blended and I have only Their
DNA. They even hired an mechanical womb to birth me in. No Female DNA in my
body.

We lived in a small commune in Central NY State called Auburn. It was one
of the few SG Districts left in NY and I was proud I was from there. My
Dad's had married, YES THEY WERE LEGALLY MARRIED to one another, in 2020.
They postponed having me until they were certain that they had "sown their
wild oats" as Daddy always said. Yes, theirs was not a traditional
marriage. Both my dads were MADLY in love with each other. They just were
both bottoms, with no interest in topping. So they both had sex-buddies who
would fuck them regularly... usually together. They would make out and kiss
and stuff while boys from 13 to 19 would fuck them in their man cunts. It
musta been wild to watch.

Then in 2033 they decided they wanted a son to love. (NO NOT THAT WAY,
although I woulda been OK with it, both my dads are smoking hot) but they
just wanted to be like the Breeder families...2 parents and a child or
tw0. So they went to the med clin near our commune and got the deed done.

Those doctors were a bit freaked out when both my Dad and my Daddy showed
up with a 14 year old boy EACH. They were both such bottoms that they
couldn't cum without a boy fucking them.

So anyway...fast forward 7 months and here I am born. April 30, 2034....A
happy, healthy baby boy who tested positive for homosexuality. You I was
BORN gay and LOVE IT...l Daddy had been bi, but once he met Dad, YOU GOT
IT... no more pussy for him.

Now we fast forward to when I was 6. I went to school, just like all the
other boys in the commune. I studied Math and History (both breeder and
REAL history), literature and of course, SEX. At 6 years old boys began
their studies about what makes boys and men tick, what makes them happy,
how to make them cum, etc. It was great! Every boy dreamed about turning
6. And 11! THAT was the big birthday. At age 11 you got to GET FUCKED for
the first time. And it was up to you who fucked you. BELIEVE ME...I BEGGED
my Dads to be my first, but they said they didn't like fucking so I had to
choose a boy from school.

ANY WAY... I'm spending too much time on that and not telling you why I'm
here and dying. OK, well the dying part you can figure out pretty easy, I'm
old. But why am I dying 75 years before I was born?

In 2045 I turned 11 and I got my first butt fucking. It was Great. I never
felt so alive as when I had a cock squirting cum inside my boy cunt, except
if I was fucking another boy or man. That was great too.

Three days dater I had my 11th party, I was sitting at my desk in school
when a man from the government came to talk to us about serving our people.
Now I had heard about boys who served the commune,. Id even met a couple of
them. They visited with men and let them blow them or drink their piss and
cum or fuck them and for that service they received their homes and credits
to buy things. Daddy called them modern rent boys. But this guy wasn't
talking about being a rent boy. He was looking for boys with a passion for
sex, good healthy bodies and a really good understanding of Science and
history.

The whole talk was kind of general, he was looking for a hand full of boys
to train for some very secret, special missions, kinda like spies but more
than spies. I was intrigued.

I went home after school and both my dads were home, getting serviced by a
couple rent boys. They were cute and I will admit that I fucked one while
he fucked my dads ass. It was hot, but after they left I sat down with my
dads and told them what the government man had said.

"I've heard something about this," said dad. "There is some new technology
that they have been testing and they need boy volunteers to help out. Did
he say anything more about it?"

"Only that if a boy was chosen, he would spend 3 years training in a
special school for science and math and history." I replied.

"Well," daddy thought out loud," You're already excellent in all those
subjects. Why would you need more training?"

"All I know is that there is a meeting tonight at the school at 7," I told
them both, "And I was invited. He said if I wanted to hear more about it, I
had to bring you both with me. It was some kind of Family decision." I
looked hopefully at my dads. They knew I loved school and the opportunity
to study History and science far more in depth really made my mind spin.

At 7 that night, I sat with both my dads in the principal's office, waiting
to the representative to walk in. There were 4 families from our commune
invited and all 4 families had dressed up nice, like you do when you're
meeting someone important. You don't just show up to a meeting like this is
cum dripping off your chin and wearing those skimpy uniforms they use at
school. For all we knew, this man could have been a breeder.

He walked in at exactly 7:02 pm, sat at the desk and began to speak.

"I will answer all questions after I have had my say." he began. "This is
not to be unsocial or rude, but every question you might have is probably
answered in my briefing."

"You and your boys were invited here, because of their excellence in school
and health. As a side note, you four boys are by far the most accomplished
students it has been my pleasure to meet. I represent OUR government. NOT
the breeders. We have taken it upon ourselves to develop a new technology
that will forever change the shape of life on our wold."

"As you may know, the breeder government has been becoming more and more
intolerant of our existence. In fact, I know, for a certainty, that the
breeders were responsible for the utter destruction of the Buffalo
commune. And why? Because they fear gay men and the influence we have had
on history over the past 25 years. Ever since we were granted true equality
in 2014, the breeders have been trying to find ways to eliminate those laws
and re-institute laws that only protect heterosexuals. This cannot be
allowed. So we have developed a method of time travel. It is our intent to
send a group of teen boys back in time to the 1969 riots at stonewall to
nudge history into a path that is more gay friendly. We want to shape
history to the extent that our people never have to beg the breeders for
equality. Naturally occurring equality would be fine with us, or even ,"
and an evil smirk crossed his face, " the breeders having to beg US to be
treated with equality."

"The goal of this mission will be to plant your boys into the late 1960's
and early 1970's as young teen rent-boys. They will then use their
considerable beauty and sex appeal to earn themselves positions of LOVED
BOY with people who are in positions of power to help reshape our time."

My dad's were glowing. They knew I was a great student and an A-1 fuck
boy. I had boys from both the commune and the breeder world fucking me
regularly. I had even caused a couple breeder boys to defect to the commune
because they learned how good gay sex was.

The Representative continued.

"We estimate that it will take 3 years for us to fully train your boys for
this mission, not just educationally, but physical training. We have to be
certain that they can defend themselves from attack since the time we are
sending them to is very homophobic. They will also be inoculated against
every std known to our science. Once they have ensconsed themselves into a
situation as I have described, they will use their minds and bodies to
convince these men to be more open to pro-homosexual legislation and
attitudes., thus preventing the fractured world we currently live in. IF
you are agreeable to this, then I have documents for you to fill out here
and we can begin your son's training immediately."

My dads looked and me and I just smiled. The idea of serving my people,
like a grownup, AND getting all the sex I could handle was just about the
greatest idea I could have.

The next morning I was on a transport with 35 other boys, on our way to a
secret training site.



Chapter 2

It was kind of strange moving into the training center with all those boys
but things were pretty good.

Schooling was tough, tho. I thought I was pretty much a shoe in with
schooling, but dayam was I wrong. What I found out was that a LOT of the
history we had been taught was superficial. The Stonewall riots were NOT
just about a bunch of drag queens kicking butt and taking names. It was
really about the gay community standing up against constant harassment and
abuse. It was about having safe places where they could be themselves with
out ridicule. And a whole lot more. I found out that you could be arrested,
IF you had a cock, but were wearing all girls clothes... You had to be
wearing at least 1 piece of boy clothing. HOW STUPID!

The sex part was hard too. (OK Get the giggles outta your bad self now.) We
had to learn a bunch of things, like not cumming until we were told to,
being able to handle S&M (I did NOT like that bit), oral, anal,
waterspouts, bondage...all those things.

The HARDEST part (STOP SNICKERING) was learning how to be loose enough when
he was fucking you to make it not hurt, no matter HOW big he was, but to
always be so tight to begin with that the man would always think you were a
complete virgin in back. PE Class taught that and it took me almost a year
to learn how to be fucked by 2 cocks at once, but then turn RIGHT AROUND
and have my muscles so tight that I couldn't even get a pencil in my hole
without a LOT of resistance.

Of course that meant we were prohibited from having anal sex in the
dorms. IT STILL HAPPENED and I'm sure they knew it, but it was a no
no. Most of the time when I got horny I would just go to one of my dorm
mates while he was asleep and stick his soft cock into my mouth. Of course,
while he slept, he'd pee and I'd drink it down hungrily until he came and
filled my throat with lovely boy cum. Once, just before our mission was
about to start, we had a practical test. I had to take two teachers in my
ass at once and They WERE BIG. Each one was a modified clone so their cocks
were each about 9" and MAN did it feel great. I was squirming around like a
fish out of water until they came. Then the boy with the smallest cock,
Jimmy, was told to fuck me. Even after those two gigantic cocks filled me,
Jimmy's little 4 incher felt AMAZING in my boy cunt. And when he came
inside me, I blasted my load all over both of us. Needless to say, I grew
to LOVE being a bottom boy at training, although I still love to fuck to
this day.

Graduation time approached and all our parents were brought in to see us
off on our mission. Of the original 150 boys that were recruited only 30 of
us made it through. We new more about the history of that era than anyone
else, we could walk around with a flashlight shoved up our asses all day
and be as tight as 10 year old virgins at supper time. I had found that I
liked mostly Oral and anal sex with watersports added in. I definitely did
not like pain, bondage was so so and I could suck the varnish off a
baseball bat as my teachers said. I LOVED SEX,. Boy sex, Man Sex, Group sex
(as long as it was boys and men) That was all great.

They had taught us NOT to get emotionally connected to our targets. Do NOT
fall in love with them. They were not people to us,. They were nothing more
than tools, like dildos, to get the job done. But they left one little
detail out of our training, and I have to admit, if I had known it when I
was 11, I might not have volunteered. This was a one way trip. If we were
succesful with our mission, our world would not even exist, so there would
be nothing for us to come home to. We would have to make lives for
oursellves in the mid to late 20th century.

My dads were heart broken when they heard this little wrinkle. They had
expected that once the mission was over, we would be returned to our own
time. Basically they were losing their son and there was nothing that could
change it. But like the true patriots they were, they smiled through tear
filled eyes, hugged me close and kissed me lovingly, wishing me a safe and
happy life. For my part, I begged them to have another boy as soon as
possible. I wanted some other boy to know the love and support I had gotten
from my dads, and they promised that they would look into adopting a boy
from Buffalo or another of the destroyed communes. That made me very
happy. No one should be without a dad or two to show them love and
support. Now I was ready to begin the mission.

Chapter 3

The trip into the past was Horrible. It felt like everything about me was
ripped off or out, salt poured on everything and then sewn back together
with a rusty bone needle. They said that it would be about 3 seconds of
real time but it felt like I was in that vortex for 10 years. When I
materialized in that alley, I was naked, and shivering. I knew all this in
advance of course but it didn't change the shock.

They had also warned us that some of us might not make it there at all. Of
the 30 boys on the mission, 5 went to NY City, 5 went to San Fransico, 4 to
Los Angeles and the rest to various other major cities.

I looked around. There should be 4 other naked boys near me. I didn't see
anyone. Then I saw something that had I eaten any food before I left I
would have puked it back up. There, in the wall of an adjacent building was
the face and arm of one of the other boys. His co-ordinates had not been
fine tuned enough and he had materialized in the brick of the building next
door. Luckily he was dead, but I knew I had to get away. How do you explain
a dead boys face fuzed with brick and morter in 1969?

I quick like anything found a wash line about 2 stories up and climbed up
the windows and grabbed pants and a shirt. I know one lady saw me. She
looked stunned as my boy cock flapped in frontf her, but I didn't
care. Gay, remember? There is NOTHING a female has that could ever entice
me. Besides, maybe she got a thrill thinking about my nice 5" cock in
here.... GROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Once I had donned my ill fitting clothes, (at least they were clean) I
moved out of the alley from the other side and started walking. Luckily it
was summer so being barefoot wasn't really a huge deal, except I had to
watch that I didn't step in dog shit. I followed my training and found a
newspaper stand and checked the date. June 23, 1969. I was spot on
target. It was Monday and the riots would happen on Saturday and
Sunday. Now to find my target man.

The man I had been assigned to was Colin R\iley, a minor bourough
official. He had served a 2 year stint in Rykers for Child Molestation (yup
he liked young boys a LOT) until the boy he supposedly raped got the
payment to recant his testimony and Riley was released with an offical
appology and a perfect platform of Police Reform, which got him elected. Of
course, our research had revealed that he HAD raped the boy, and continued
to use boys throughout the rest of his life. After his time at Rykers, he
stopped hurting boys but he always kept his taste for boy cock, boy piss,
boy cum and most especially freshly fucked boy cunt. That was my in. I was
to get myself introduced to Riley by a random streetboy that Riley
frequently hired and returned safely. Then I would begin my mission.



Chapter 4

Colin Riley was not a bad man, in the general term. Yes he was a
pedophile. He loved sex with boys, but only wiith boys who could cum and
understood that ass fucking them would hurt for the first few times. He had
been drunk that one time and let him actual caring nature get clouded by
his lust. He HAD hurt that boy and he regretted it terribly. He swore to
himself that the next boy he found that wasn't a hustler would be his boy
and that he would treat him like gold.

Colin Riley was a good looking man. At 31 years old he had a tight body,
almost no body hair, no facial hair and a nice sized cut cock. While Riley
was very partial to fucking his boys and then eating his cum out of them
afterwards, he had to admit that he was quite fond of having a boy fuck him
hard, cum in his ass and then making Riley clean off his cock orally while
pissing down Rileys throat. This was usually enough to make Riley cum again
without touching him self. Aaron knew all of this, and it was nice that he
had been placed with a target that so closely matched Aarons personal
tastes. A couple of the other boys (where were they anyway) had been
matched up with mobsters or old fat guys. NOT THAT CHANGED anything but
hey, if you can ENJOY the mission while doing it, so much the better. Aaron
liked men who looked kind of like boys. He especially liked men who were
reasonably gentle and tried to be fair about giving and receiving.

Aaron had Riley's address. He slowly walked into that part of the
neighborhood, trying his best to look like a street boy. He knew a hustler
boy would NOT take him seriously if he was looking sparkly, but he had to
maintain himself at least semi clean and aloof. Riley liked his boys with
just a little bit of upper class attitude.

As Aaron walked the sidewalks of Rileys neighborhood,. Colin was finalizing
a deal with one of his regular boys.This boy had grown too much for Riley's
taste. Yes, he liked his boys to be able to cum, but he had pubic hair,
which he would not let Riley remove. Also when he moaned while being long
fucked by Riley, this boys voice no longer cracked from pleasure into a
young boys voice. Plus, this boy had started taking speed and you could
taste it in his cum and piss. But Riley knew he was well connected on the
streets and for a reasonable finders fee, he would put boys more to Riley's
likeing in his path. He gave the boy $10, a princely sum for a street
boy. He could afford a room at the flop house for a week with that, if he
would find Riley a boy of his liking. He wanted one who was about 5' tall,
weighed about 100 lbs, had about a 4-5" hairless CUT cock, (Riley could NOT
abide uncut cocks... his own father had been uncut) blonde or red hair and
stylish. IF the boy could find him someone like that he would pay him
another $50. The boy was nonplussed. He liked Riley well enough, he always
paid up front, sometimes he would even feed him afterwards, like they were
on a date. But he had found a black guy who had a monster cock and this guy
was a lot rougher than Riley, just what this boy really liked. He enjoyed
being called a bitch and a whore while he bounced up and down on that 10"
black cock. Riley was only about 6" which got the job done, but wasn't
really a challenge.

The boy scooted away to start looking., Riley had treated him well, so he
wasn't going to fuck him over. He wanted what he wanted and He would get
it.

For his part, Riley was regretting not using the boy one last time. He was
horny as sin. His cock was hard, and his asshole twiched. All he could
think about was having a new boy. Maybe this boy would even want to stay
with him. Become his boyfriend. That would be nice.

Riley's father had ruined him at an early age. A drunkard and low life, his
wife had left him shortly after Riley was born. The man held down a job all
right, but there was never quite enough money. And he was ugly. Woman
shunned him, so he turned to rent boys. They were plentiful enough in
Mahnattan in the late 40s and early 50s. Just about every corner had one or
two young boys, not worrying about anything other than getting their young
cocks sucked. And Riley's father had played the role perfectly. He'd bring
them home, rape them and if he found that they were orphans or run aways,
he would kill them and bury their bodies at the Fishkill Dump where he
worked. The ones that had families, he would treat more gently. He would
suck their cocks, and then slowly over a period of days, convince them to
let him fuck them. That was until little Colin turned 9. He had many times
caught daddy fucking boy ass and had learned through the grapevine what it
was all about, and he wanted in on it. He was already letting other boys in
school put their peckers in his mouth and pee and he would drink it all
down. He even had had an older boy from the local jr. high stick his bigger
cock in his ass, like daddy did with the boys he brought home. He had liked
it a lot.

One night Riley's father came home in a foul mood but Riley had planned it
all out. He had drawn a hot bath for his dad, gotten him a beer out of the
ice box and met him at the door. He even had stolen hot dogs and bread from
the local shop so they had a special supper. When his father walked in
Riley gently led him to the bathroom, helped him undress and slip into the
water and handed him his beer. The father had been surprised but what the
hell! The boy was learning his place. As the father soaked, Riley had
removed all his clothes and when his father seemed relaxed, he walked into
the bathroom, his little 3" cock standing tight against his belly and lard
on his ass hole. Climbing into the tub with his father, he told him he knew
all about what boys did for men. He then manuevered his boy hole and
slowly, painfully slid his daddy;s cock into his boy cunt. It took five
minutes of Riley siting and rising, sitting and rising, but finally he was
all the way down on his fathers cock. The look on his fathers face was
priceless. Here was the brat riding his cock like a street kid. And he felt
good. He was tight, FUCK was he tight. It only took a few strokes oif that
young boy twat on his cock and he blew a large load of cum inside his
son. Riley knew from witnissing it, that his dad had had his orgasm and
slowly pulled himself off his fathers cock. Next was the part Riley had
practiced for. After cumming inside the boy, his dad always wanted the boy
to drink his after cumming piss. Riley had for weeks been pissing into a
glass daily and making himself drink his own pee to get used to it. Riley
got off his dad's cock and as his father stood, he took only the head into
his smallish mouth. Immediately his dad started to piss and Riley didn't
loose a single drop. He drank it down and almost seemed to beg for more
when his fathers bladder was empty. That night set the tone for the rest of
his young life. He was his fathers sex toy after work, and because his
father wasnt spending money to buy street boys, they lived a much more
comfortable life.

Chapter 5

Aaron noticed that it was starting to get dark out. He knew that there was
a park just two blocks up Christopher St where he could sleep for the
night. He had no money for a flop. But he was getting hungry. He had to
find some food or turn a trick soon.

As he walked slowly along Christopher street, he took in his
surroundings. He had been prepped for the rediculous clothing they wore in
this time, and he knew that people were very private and conservative in
public, but Aaron couldn't help imagining what every youngish man and
especially boys his age would look like naked and hard. His time was so
much more progressive. Clothing was only worn to group functions or on
special occations like the meeting with the government man. Otherwise in
groups of less than say a dozen, men and boys were always nude. They also
had no body hair. That was something Aaron would have to get used to. Men
and boys in this time used body hair as a mesurement of their masculinity.

Also in Aarons time men and boys openly showed affection and sometimes even
had sex in public places. Nothing was thought about this because only
breeders were sex shamed. Gay people celebrated being gay by openly
expressing that difference from breeders. It was a strange day indeed if
Aaron had gone to school and not seen at least one group of men, sometimes
only 2 but usually 5-9 on the sidewalk having sex with each other. Boys
too. Recess was not for playing a game of kick ball . It was meant for
older boys to make use of the willing younger boy holes, both top and
bottom located. And even a few teachers would take a break from grading
homework during recess to piss on a small group of middle school boys
fucking their younger brothers. That was normal. These people were like
cardboard cut outs of real people to Aaron.

As I neared Jefferson Market Garden I noticed a few sheds and a
greenhouse. They were not great but they would help in case of rain. The
library was nearby as well, but he knew getting in there would be a
nightmare. As I passed by the gate, I saw several boys in the area. All
looked to be street hustlers from about 10 to about 20. They were all a bit
ragged and messy but the younger ones looked nice enough. I made my way
over to one of the younger boys,seemingly about my age of 14, and decided
to try to start a conversation with him.

"I just got into town. Will it rain tonight?" I asked the boy.

"Hmmmph," the boy mummbled. "Who cares. I'll have a trick in no time
tonight. Monday nights are always good for us younger guys. The tricks
don't want to go to bars or clubs, so they can just pick up one of us, fuck
us and be gone."

"Cool," I said, trying to sound disinterested. "Just what Im looking for. I
left home a week ago and haven't had any cock in my cunt since I left."

"Well,"he said to me,"since you're new and all I guess you can hang out
with me...maybe grab a trick if I don't want him."  He looked at me a bit
slyly. " So what are you into?" I just smiled softly.

"I'm pretty ordinary. I like to suck, swallow, drink pee and get
fucked...so no real threat from me."

He giggled at that. I had to admit he was pretty cute. About 4'10" maybe
100lbs blonde hair and green eyes. Pretty cute indeed.

"I'm Carl,by the way," the green eyed boy offered. " If you need a place to
sleep tonight I might be able to help there too."

"That's really great, Carl." I said sincerely. "I'm Aaron. So are you gay
or just working?"

Carl looked at me puzzled.

"Gay? Why would I be happy to be here?"

Shit! I thought to myself. Its 1969. That term won't be used for at least a
year yet.

"What I meant was are you really into guys or is this just a way you stay
alive?" He still eyed me with a bit of suspicion.

"Well I am a homo,if that's what your asking but truth is I would rather
suck off a boy our age than a grownup. But you do whatcha gotta do around
here. You?"

I tried to smile disarmingly.

"Oh i prefere guys totally."I needed Carl's good will right now. And
telling him the truth,at least this part, might get me something a bit more
than a couple tricks and a semi safe place to sleep. "You're really cute."
I meant it but it still sounded lame.

"Well," he drew the word out. There was a small smile in his eyes too. "If
we get lucky and you still want to afterwards..." He stealthily patted my
crotch and his eyes got a bit bigger. "You really do like my looks it
seems."

    The next couple hours were spent with Carl and I generally talking
about ourselves, being in the life as he called it, etc. He told me he had
come down from upstate...from Syracuse in fact. That made me cringe inside
because in my time Syracuse was known for being a huge breeder complex with
very little tolerance for boys like us. Obviously I didn't tell him
that. As we talked, several boys did get picked up for sex...mostly the
older boys

 A couple times Carl saw me looking perhaps a little too long and warned me
off.

"That one likes to fist your butt," he would warn, or "druggie". Carl
didn't like going with drug users. Too many risks.

Around midnight a man in his late 40s approached us.

"How much for both of you?" He asked. I was a biylt surprised. My training
had taught me it was mostly one on one but Carl smiled and told him "$25
and you get to watch us do each other. If you want to play too its $50." I
thought that was a bit high...i knew that the average fee for boys was
$5-10. But Carl seemed to know what he was doing. So to support his call I
took his hand and held it.

"Boyfriends?" The mans eyes got bigger.

"Yup." I said. "He's mine. More if you want me to share.",and I patted
Carl's butt to emphasize it.

"I'll pay you each $50 if you will do each other, then let me join in. But
you have to stay the whole night and sleep in my bed with me afterward." I
giggled.

"Who said anything about getting any sleep tonight?"

I knew I had him. You could see it in his face."So what do you want to do
with us?"

The trick got a worried look on his face."Nothing painful...I would never
hurt a boy."

Carl seemed pleased. We followed him, at a discreet distance for about 5
blocks to a brownstone where he let himself in.

     It was a single family house. This guy must be loaded,I thought. $50
each and owns a home in Manhattan? We followed him into the living room
where he eyed us up and down like we were fine works of art.

"Not to be rude," he started,"but you both could use a shower and some
clean clothes. Have you eaten today? I can make pancakes and bacon while
you boys clean up..just please don't make each other cum without me."

We agreed.

"There are clothes in the walking next to the bathroom upstairs. Please
help yourselves to what fits and set it aside for later then when your
clean come back down naked. I can't wait to see you."

We smiled at him, nodded and made our way up as instructed.

     The bathroom wasn't what I would have called huge, but it was pretty
nice. Toilet, tub, shower and washbasin we found the offered clothes (no
undies of course) and lay them in a neat pile.

"I have to take a wizz Aaron." Carl was almost bouncing on his toes.

"Cool." I said and I sat right down on the toilet seat. "Piss down my
throat." Carl looked like a feather could have knocked him over but aimed
his rather pretty 4" cut cock at my mouth. He started to pee and his pee
was fresh and clean. He had clearly drunk a lot of water today. There was
no heavy metallic or mineral flavor to his piss. It was completely
pleasant. When his flow started to web he played it over my chest and my
face. Carl face lit up with surprise and pleasure. " you like that huh,"
carl asked. "That will make us more money. If your kinky they pay more."

" I don't think of it as kinky, I just like the taste of piss." I replied
swallowing the last of his pee offering."After all it came from your cock
and I'm gonna be drinking a lot thicker stuff from there soon, I hope." I
grinned and carl leaned down and kissed me softly. That got me boned.
"Mmmmm it doesn't taste bad either. Maybe I'll drink from you in a bit."

I smiled and grabbed his cock. It was about the same length as mine but
much thinner. I really liked it.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, but if you want I can make sure
I'm nice and clean and fresh. It will taste really good."

"We'll see." Carl said.