Date: Sun, 27 Jun 2010 16:51:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Piss Guy IV

Been a long time since I worked on this story, 5 years I think. It's a
story I enjoy doing and hope to do another chapter fairly soon. I hope that
it lives up to the previous ones.

Hugs
Tag_m

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I jumped in my car and headed toward Jerome's apartment building, pulling
into the parking area 15 minutes later. I grabbed my briefcase and headed
toward the bottom floor apartment, knocking lightly on the door when found
it. Jerome answered the door almost immediately wearing a pair of knee
length sweat pants and a clean but dingy white wife beater that barely
extended beyond the waistband of the sweats.

"Hey Trent, come on in," he said with a slight smile, white teeth all but
glaring against his mocha color skin. I stepped into a small living room
that was neat and clean although the furnishings were old and threadbare. A
few religious pictures in beat up old frames hung on walls that badly
needed a new coat of paint. On a small table was a picture of a slightly
overweight but gorgeous middle aged woman with a boy about 8 years old
sitting on her knee. Jerome saw me looking at it.

"My mother and me," he said. Looking at the woman I began to think that
Jerome wasn't black, as in Negro black, but I sure as hell wasn't going to
ask.

"How have you been Jerome?" He shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay, I guess," he answered, tone and demeanor indicated that all was not
hunky dory in the boy's life. I knew that he needed to talk and I was more
than willing to listen. More boys have poured their hearts out to me that
you can imagine.

"Well, if you wanna talk about it..." I left the statement hanging. "Are
you ready to drop or do you need a little more time?"

"I think I need a little time Trent," he said. We sat quietly for a moment
before he blurted out, "Do you think I'm ugly?" I was pretty much shocked
by the question and for a brief moment wondered if the boy was fishing for
a compliment. The expression on his smooth face told me a different story.

"No, not at all Jerome. Why do you ask?" Again, a shrug of the
shoulders. Well, I was off work as soon as Jerome pissed for me so if it
took a while longer that was okay, I didn't have anywhere I needed to
be. "It's just that sometimes I think that there's so many things wrong
with me." I asked him what he meant.

"I wish I was taller." He was about 5' 6" more or less, perfect for his
body shape. "I'm too skinny." He wasn't at all. "I have a fat butt." From
what I'd seen he had a glorious ass. "My nose is too small." Actually it
was almost perfect. "I wish I could play sports." I asked what was stopping
him and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess I don't like myself very much," he said quietly. I nodded my head.

"You want my opinion?" I asked him and he nodded his head, the expression
on his face telling me that he expected the worst. "All of the things that
you just mentioned are so far off base that, I can't begin to tell you. As
far as looks go you could be on a magazine cover. Your body shape, at least
what I've seen of it, is perfect for you height which is also just fine,
you'll get taller. As far as sports go, well, figure out something that you
like and try out for it. And don't Také this the wrong way but you've got a
terrific butt." He raised an eyebrow at that statement.

Jerome opened his mouth as if to say something then stopped, then said,
"Thank you." I nodded my head. "I think I can pee now." I opened my brief
case, took out gloves a test kit and bottle then followed the boy to his
bathroom. I stood on one side of the toilet and Jerome stood on the other
and dropped his sweat pants down below his balls. Once again I was
astounded at the boys' endowment. Because his undershirt was short and the
sweat pants were pulled low, I got a clear view of all that made him a boy,
and boy was there a lot of boy. From what I could see his lower belly was
flat and taut, sloping gently downward to a small patch of pitch black
fuzz. The balls that hung below the snake like cock looked small by
comparison but in reality were of a medium size and from what I could see
were smooth and hairless.

The head of his cock was large and a lighter color than the brown of his
shaft. We both stood there and looked at it, and I pulled my eyes away to
look at his face. He looked at me and smiled then said, "Sometimes it takes
awhile." I leaned back against the counter and let my eyes roam over his
face. The boy really was beautiful and I wasn't kidding when I made the
magazine cover remark. I wondered briefly what it would be like to be lying
naked with him, holding him, kissing his full sensuous lips and stroking a
cock that would fill my hands.

"Do you think it's wrong to beat off almost every day?" he asked. I shook
my head.

"Naw, lots of boys do it every day, sometimes more than once a day. It
tends to slow down as you get older."

"How often to you beat off," he asked after a moment's pause. I didn't
hesitate to answer.

"A couple of times a week at the most, often times less than that," I
responded. His arm moved and I looked down to see the cup almost touching
his cock head.

"Almost," he said then took the cup away and we waited some more. Jerome's
hand moved from the middle of his cock to the base of it and his finger
scratched or rubbed at the edge of his balls.

"Do you want to go back and sit in the living room until you can go?" He
shook his head.

"No, it'll start soon." The sentence had barely ended when the cup went
back beneath the large head and his hand went back to just behind it and
before I could register the action he had the cup filled over half way with
light colored piss. He handed me the bottle and continued to let his
bladder drain into the toilet bowl. I turned and faced the counter,
standing off to the side so that I could still see the boy in the
mirror. As I dipped the tester into the liquid it occurred to me that,
given the amount of pee the kid was unloading, we had been standing there
all that time just so he could hang his dick out. What I wasn't sure of was
whether it was for his sake, like he stated the day before, or for mine. It
also occurred to me that I didn't particularly care what the reason was
although if it were for me then certainly there might be more to come.

As predicted he tested positive. As I turned back to the toilet and poured
the piss out I told him I'd see him the again the next day and he said that
he figured as much. He had stopped peeing but still stood there, his cock
hanging like a piece of mooring line, only his hands were clasped at his
lower back while I dropped the rest of the test stuff into the trash.

"Well, I really don't mind Trent. I mean, you've seen it so what the fuck,
right?" I shrugged my shoulders and replied,

"I suppose that's true." He finally put the thing away and we returned to
the living room and I closed my brief case. "Same time tomorrow Jerome?" He
nodded his head. I shook his hand, his response an almost loose grip.

"Maybe I'll be in a better mood," he said, sporting a grin that I doubted
he really felt.

I could have pressed him to find out more but figured that if he wanted to
talk he'd let me know. Still, as I drove off, I wondered what was going on
with the boy because he certainly wasn't the effervescent boy I'd first
met.

I generally pissed 7-8 boys on an average day, sometimes more. There were
days when there was a steady stream-you should pardon the expression-of
teenage cock going in and out of both my office and bathroom. The next day
was one of those. One of the boys I tested was Ashul, a boy whose parents
had emigrated from some mid-eastern country. A 14 year old, Ashul was one
of those boys who had no problems shoving his jeans and underwear halfway
to his knees then pulling his shirt up out of the way and letting his
boyhood charms hang out there for me to see.

"Do you like your job piss guy? I mean, looking at boys' dicks all day and
handling piss." We were standing facing each other on opposite sides of the
toilet bowl, Ashul's dark skinned cock and balls in full hang, waiting for
his body to finally let go. We were both looking down at his stuff, the
pink-ish head of his cock barely peeking out of his foreskin. The boy's
balls seemed proportionately larger than the 6 plus inches of his cock. I
wondered briefly if the smooth eggs produced a proportionately larger
amount of sperm.

"Well, ya know, it's a job. I mean, after a while you don't really think
about them as dicks. I guess it's probably no different than looking at
feet or some other part of the body." Needless to say that was a bald faced
lie, at least from my perspective. Ashul looked up at me and judging from
the expression on his smooth brown face I guessed that he didn't buy that
explanation. At that moment his bladder decided to work and he quickly put
the cup up close to the underside of his dick and tilted it, his urine
quickly spilling into the clear plastic container. He squeezed off stream,
handed me the cup then continued to piss into the toilet while I went about
doing the test.

"Do boys ever get hard when you're doing this?" I nodded my head as I
dipped the unit into the cup, not bothering to look at him. "That would be
embarrassing I'd think," he said. In my peripheral vision I could see him
squeezing his dick in a downward motion, milking the last drops out before
pulling his clothes back into place. I shrugged my shoulders as I pulled
the test out and laid it on the wrapper that it came in.

"No big deal to me Ashul. Some boys are kind of embarrassed but I never say
anything unless they do. One thing I've noticed is that most boys are proud
of their equipment and after the first time with me it doesn't bother them
at all and if they happen to get an erection or start to get one they just
take it in stride." The boy nodded his head at me.

"I suppose. How did I do, I know it's clean." It was and I told him
so. "Can I go then?" I told him he could and interestingly enough he cupped
his crotch as he told me he'd see me next time and as he left I admired his
butt, still slender despite the bagging jeans.

I took on another new kid that day, Aaron. Thirteen, he was the 4th in a
family of 7 kids, 5 of them boys, and that he smoked pot came as no
surprise when I first saw the family in court. I know it's an outdated term
but the first word that came to mind when I saw them was "hippie". A father
figure was conspicuously absent but I was quite sure that he would have
sported the same, pony tailed long hair that all of the rest of them wore,
boys and girls alike.

While the rest of his family was brown haired, Aaron was full on blond
which of course caused me to consider a different father. He was a slender,
pale face boy with deep blue eyes and reddish tinged lips. Besides being
pale he had a completely hairless baby face and along with the slightly
wavy mid back length hair could easily pass for a pubescent girl. I would
learn later from him that he had been mistaken for a little girl much of
his young life.

His mother came into my office and sat quietly while I explained my job and
how I would carry it out. I also took the opportunity to explain to him
that it was all but impossible for a person to test positive for pot from
second hand smoke. The look that passed between mother and son told me that
there had probably been some discussion about using that as an excuse. When
I asked if he was able to pee he nodded his head and off we went into my
bathroom.

Once the testing stuff was set up on the counter I turned to hand him the
bottle and was surprised to see that his jeans were undone and pushed down
and his cock was hanging out and ready to go. Aaron was more than
adequately hung for his age, a solid 6 slender inches of pale, blue veined
penis flopped out over the waistband of his briefs. I wasn't surprised to
see that the boy was uncircumcised and wouldn't have been surprised to find
out that he was born outside in a tent with only a midwife, if anyone, in
attendance. He pulled his briefs down far enough to expose the top part of
his balls and because his shirt was pulled up out of the way I also caught
a glimpse of a small bit of pale moss as well. Like most uncut boys Aaron
didn't pull his foreskin back but simply let his stream flow through its
hole. Once the cup was about half full he handed it to me. While I went
about my thing the boy stood at the toilet and continued to piss. By the
time he was buttoned back up I'd finished the test and told him the
results, which was no surprise to either of us.

Back in my office I explained that I'd see him each day until a test came
back negative. He nodded his head, I put him in my appointment book then he
and his mother left. I checked my book, saw that I had Také to pick up in
20 minutes and headed out the door.

I found him at the arranged spot and when he got in the car I was a little
surprised at his demeanor which almost giddy, like I was the best person
that he could see or be with right then. We got to his house and I followed
him, actually paying attention to his narrow ass for the first time. We
kicked of our shoes inside the front door.

"I need to get something to drink first Trent," he said and I nodded my
head. In the kitchen he grabbed coke, asked if I wanted one then handed it
too me. We sat at the breakfast nook and chatted and it was obvious to me
that the boy was fumbling around on his crotch although said crotch and the
fumbling hand were hidden from view by the table between us. It didn't
escape his attention that I was aware of something going on out of my
sight.

"I can't help it Trent. I'm usually really horny by the end of the school
day and I usually come home and go straight to jacking off. Sometimes I
don't even go to my room but do in the living room or wherever I'm at. Is
that weird or something?" I shook my head.

"Naw, it's pretty normal actually Také. Most boys jack off after school
because it creates an emotional release, well, along with the other one."
He chuckled at that and I went on. "Being cooped up all day sort of causes
anxiety, low level in some boys and higher in others. Having an orgasm
actually helps reduce anxiety and there's plenty of studies to prove it."

"You mean people watch boys beat off and study them while their doing it?"
He wasn't quite incredulous at the idea but at least a little
surprised. "So it's like, jacking off has some medical value?" I nodded my
head. "Have you ever watched a boy jack off?" Now that was a tricky
question. I pretty much figured where this was heading but still didn't
know this kid well enough to trust him completely and my pause provided him
with that information.

"Well," he went on, "I gotta tell you that right now I'm as hard as a rock
and I really need to cum." I nodded my head and before it was done nodding
I started to tell him to go ahead that I'd wait but he cut me off, adding,
"And I want you to watch me." He stood up and I could see that the front of
his jeans were bulged out and of course I looked and he knew I
looked. "Come on." As he passed by me the boy actually took my hand and led
me to his bedroom where he immediately undid his jeans then shoved them and
his underwear to the floor and stepped out of them.

His cock was stretched out to full length, standing proud strong and firm
in front of his very flat belly, his foreskin retracted back enough that
about a third of the head was sticking out. As he slowly pulled his shirt
up over his head I all but stared at it and the sac of balls that hung
nicely below it.

"It's okay," he said, catching me looking at him when the shirt cleared his
head. "It's hard not to look isn't it and besides, I like it when a guy
sees me like this, naked and all boned up." I was a little surprised at the
revelation but he went on. "You're hard to piss guy," he said in a softened
voice, "let me see it." The boy actually stepped up to me and put his hand
on the front of my jeans. At that point I figured that th4ere was nothing
to lose and reached down to grasp his nail hard Asian cock and earning a
gasp while his fingers worked at the snap of my jeans and then my zipper.

I elected use my free hand to help get my clothing down far enough to free
up my cock. "Nice," the boy said as he saw me then wrapped his hand around
it, squeezed up and down the length for a moment. "You wanna get naked
too?" Needless to say I had a burning question on my mind and once again
Také read me correctly. "My mom won't be home till at least 8, maybe
later." I thought I detected a bit of resentment in his voice but didn't
figure that was the time to engage in discussion about it. I stepped back
from the kid and shoved my clothes to my ankles and kicked them off before
removing my shirt. As soon as I faced him, naked as he was, Také moved up
to me, put his arms around my neck and planted his lips against mine. I was
a little surprised but wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back.

Holding a boy and kissing standing up allows an unobstructed path to rub
and explore and while our tongues battled I did just that, running my hand
up and down his back and down onto his slender little butt. As soon as he
broke the kiss I went for his neck, nuzzling kissing and sucking softly in
the crook. Také moaned, shivered, and held me tightly in response.

"Fuck I love that," he said softly when I finally stopped. He stepped away
from me and again took my hand, this time leading me to his bed. It hadn't
been made before he left for school so he simply pushed the covers back
farther out of the way and lay down, me following suit. We snuggled up
together and kissed again only this time our hands got busy at the business
of exploring each other's cock and balls.

That only last a minute before Také gently pushed me onto my back and put
his head on my belly. He cupped and fondled my sac then stroked my cock a
few time before putting his face in closer. He started by licking my
seeping precum, running his tongue over the entire surface of my swollen
cock head before placing his mouth over it and began sucking. I rested one
free hand on his head and the other rubbed on his back and onto his butt
where I kneaded, my fingers playing in the crack. In response he lifted his
top leg and placed the foot flat on the bed which allowed me access to more
of his body. I took advantage of that and moved my hand between his legs
and began playing with his balls and allowing a finger or my thumb to get
closer to his puckered core. It seemed like the cute Asian boy renewed his
efforts and sucking me off, taking even more of my cock into his mouth.

"Také, how about turning around so I can suck you too," I said, wanting to
taste the boy, wanting to feel his warm hardness against my lips and my
tongue. He stopped and turned and I slid further down the bed in order to
give us both a little more room. As soon as the boy got into place I
snuggled in and peeled back his foreskin then took his cock into my
mouth. I immediately noticed the gamey fragrance of boy crotch and reveled
in it as I swallowed half of him before backing off and going for it
again. My arm was wrapped around his waist, as his arm did mine, and
because we each had our top foot planted on the bed it allowed for ongoing
exploration of each other's asses. I elected to go for it this time and
slipped my finger inside his crack and allowed one of them to tenderly
explore his hole. Také not only didn't mind it seemed to make him a little
hotter and he gently began moving his hips and fucking his teenage cock
into my mouth, although gently and slowly.

I felt him leave my cock and start on my balls, licking the eggs and moving
them around. I pressed a finger against the wrinkled muscle of his hole and
heard him moan softly. I was beginning to wonder if he was going to let me
fuck him when he stopped what he was doing, pulled away from me, and sat
up. Looking at me through eyes were slit even more than usual he said in a
voice deepened by lust,

"I need to cum Trent; I really need to cum bad." I nodded my head and asked
him he had any lube and he nodded his head in response, leaned over and
pulled a small bottle out of a drawer in his nightstand. He handed me the
bottle and I told him to lay back on the bed. "Are you going to fuck me
Trent?"

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He shook his head but not very much.

"Mmm, maybe sometime I'd like to try it but not right now," he replied
softly. I poured lube on his cock and began stroking him. I'd manage to get
some lube on the middle finger of my other hand then gently slipped it up
inside of his asshole and began finger fucking him as I jacked him
off. Také began moaning almost immediately and continued to moan until he
squirted. The first offering of his Asian sperm was nothing more than a
burp of white liquid not much bigger than a pea. I'd kept his foreskin
pulled back so there was nothing to get in the way of the second squirt
which shot a streak of cum all the way to the boy's neck leaving a 6 inch
squiggly gash of white down over his throat. The next squirt went almost as
far and the next on less than the last but that was the last of great ones
for the rest of it bubbling out of his cock head like a fountain and ran
down over my fingers and dropped onto his flat lower belly.

As soon as I figured he was finished I wiped up some of his cum, smeared on
my cock head and began jacking off in and in short order my dick was
spewing for the seeds of life onto Také's lower belly, his cock and his
nice sized sac of nuts. Once I slowed down I simply wiped the oozing goo
across his balls while he lay back, propped up on his elbows and watched
me.

"That was pretty fucking hot," he said when I stepped back from the bed. He
rubbed my sperm and his into his body as though it were expensive lotion,
making sure that his balls and his cock got as healthy a dose as
possible. After he finished he said that he could piss so I got my stuff
and we traipsed off into the bathroom where he did the deed.

"Hey, you came clean Také," I told him but the expression on his smooth
face didn't show the usual enthusiasm that I generally get when a boy
finally tests negative. I asked if there was a problem.

"Well, yeah, I won't be seeing you every day which mean you won't see my
dick and we won't be able to keep on doing this."

"So, you want to keep on having sex?" he nodded his head. "I don't see that
as a problem Také.  Maybe it won't be every day of course, but at least
once a week, maybe twice." That seemed to brighten him a little bit.

He snuggled up to me after I'd discarded his test and dumped his piss. "I
really like you Trent and I love being sexy with you and I want to keep
doing it. I enjoyed being with him as well and I told him that. We headed
back to his bedroom and I commented on his not taking a shower.

"I'll get one later. For now though I like having your dried cum on me, it
will keep reminding of you till I do take a shower. As we got dressed he
said that he'd really enjoyed being with me. "You know, I've never been
fucked Trent and I think I want to try it sometime. Do you think maybe I
could spend the night at your place sometime? That way we could play as
long as we wanted to and not worry about time or interruptions."

I had never allowed a kid to know where I lived let along into my
home. Having sex with boys was dangerous enough but allowing boys in the
criminal justice system to know where you lived really compounded the
possibilities of problems. Not always from them but if they accidentally
let others know. Not every body liked me, although most did, and that made
it somewhat impractical. Call me crazy.

I have a friend who is actually an ex lover and who travels a great
deal. I'm allowed to use his house any time I want, in fact I sort of look
after it while he's gone. He knows that I bring dates over and doesn't have
a problem with it so I shared that information with Také. The boy smiled
and said he didn't care where we went as long as we could do stuff. He
walked me to the front door where we engaged in a long, tongue twisting
kiss before I headed out.

I had two more boys that I needed to test before the day was out; 1 where
he worked at a fast food place and another at his home. Neither of them
were boys that had exhibited any kind of behavior that suggested that they
might want to engage in anything interactive or even solo such as getting
hard in front of me or even something more. Neither of them was out of the
ordinary in any other ways either so both cases were pretty much straight
forward, hang their dicks out piss tests. Still, it's always nice to view a
boy's cock and I must say that I'd been working with both of those two so
they weren't shy about shoving their clothes down out of the way and
pulling their shirts up.

The next few days were nothing spectacular. I saw Jerome, whose mood was a
little better but not significantly so. I saw Aaron and two more of my
current daily's and there was nothing out of the ordinary there either. On
Friday just after lunch, I had another new kid. A compact young thing that
couldn't have been over 4'10, I had been told he was 13 but looked 10 or 11
and had a somewhat high pitched voice that matched his apparent age. He was
wearing a pair of knee length sport shorts and a basic white t-shirt. His
name was Harris, he had beyond shoulder length, wavy black hair that was
swept back from a face that could have graced the cover of any young teen
magazine. He was absolutely beautiful, soft spoken and extremely polite, no
attitude at all. He had just been placed on probation for a 3rd shoplifting
beef and his PO told me on the phone that he'd been caught boosting a
package of condoms and although she was curious about that, she didn't ask
him.  "If he happens to tell you about it I'd sure like to know about it,"
she told me.

As we talked he made good eye contact which allowed me to take in a
completely blemish free, smooth and slightly pale face. Large dark eyes
with lashes longer than any boy should have sat above a slightly rounded
face. His nose was narrow but not thin and had a bit of a bob to it. Full
lips and sparkling teeth completed a really nice ensemble of facial
features.

As I went through the steps and requirements that we would follow to piss
test him, he nodded his head attentively, didn't give any indication that
he was uncomfortable showing a strange man his boyhood charms. I asked him
if he had any questions as I started the paperwork and he shook his head
but then changed his mind.

"How long have you been doing this job Trent?" I told him over 9 years and
he nodded his head. "I bet you've seen a lot of things." It was a statement
and not a question. I nodded my head, assuming that he meant cocks, or hard
cocks, or something along those lines. I was wrong. "Has a boy ever jacked
off in front of you?" I gave him best shocked expression, which was
actually legitimate. Sure, boys had asked me that question before but not
usually in the first 10 minutes of their first visit. Harris wasn't done
either. Before I could summon an answer he asked, "Have you ever fucked a
boy?" His voice had gotten softer, seemed a little deeper than it had
before, and it had a different tone to it.

"Are you ready to drop," I asked him, completely ignoring the questions. He
nodded his head then followed me into the bathroom and he took up the
position across the toilet from me. I set the test stuff on the counter and
turned around and got a fairly good shock. Harris already had his t-shirt
held up under his chin and his shorts were down below his stuff and what
stuff it was. The boy was not only not wearing underwear that I could
detect, he was hung like a horse. Okay, not quite like Jerome or anything,
but definitely his boy parts were much larger than one might suspect for a
boy of his stature. He had a slight patch of pitch black hairs growing at
the base of an easy 7 inches of circumcised dick. He didn't have a large
amount of hair but again, given his stature and voice I had figured him to
be bald. Below his very respectable cock his balls hung fairly low, the sac
of medium sized eggs completely smooth.

I handed him the cup, for which he thanked me, then stood with it poised
underneath the head of his cock. Interestingly enough he didn't hold his
dick between thumb and fingertips but in the palm of his hand with all of
his fingers wrapped around it. I knew well that the bigger a boy's cock is,
the less difference there appeared to be in it's size whether it was hard
or soft. Still I would like to have seen it hard. It really was one of the
biggest disparities that I'd witnessed between the overall stature of a boy
and his dick size. Jerome's cock was huge but Jerome wasn't particularly a
small boy, Harris was.  After a solid minute of standing there, which
really is a long time when you think about it, the boy hadn't let go of a
drop.

"Are you going to be able to pee?" He nodded his head.

"I will, I promise." What happened was, his dick started to bone up and he
took his hand away from it so that both he and I could watch the
process. It was always fascinating to me to watch a boys' rise to glory but
something seemed out of place with this kid and I couldn't put my finger on
it.

"Look, I can leave the room while you regain control of your body then we
can try again." I started to pick up the test mechanism to either take it
with me or put it in the cabinet and lock it but Harris stopped me.

"No. Wait," he said, all but shouting it out, the tone of his voice almost
one of desperation. His cock had reached full tumescence and as I had
suspected it look even more out of place on his small body. "I shoplifted
stuff and tried to get busted just so that I could meet you."  The
expression on his face registered anxiety or angst and I'm sure the one on
my face registered shock, because I was. "It's a long story," he said
quietly, his head looking downward at his feet, and his hard dick. I didn't
say anything, just waited. And looked.

"I heard about you from a boy before we left Hickam in Hawaii. When he
found out my dad was getting transferred here he told me that you were his
probation officer and that he had to piss in front of you almost every
week. He told me that he though that you really liked your job, that you
liked looking at boy's cocks and stuff. He said that he had started to get
a boner once and you didn't even move.  I asked him if he ever did anything
with you and he shook his head and said he hadn't and you never tried to do
anything with him either. When I asked him why he thought you liked lookin
at boys he said it was just a feeling that he got. He said he asked you
stuff about sex and jackin off and stuff and you talked to him straight up
about it. He said you were the coolest adult he ever knew and he knew other
boys who worked with you and they all said the same thing."

I was worried, shocked, and not a little bit excited all at once and I
don't think that I need to explain that any further. The boy wasn't
finished however.

"I know that I like guys and I've known it since I can remember. I wanted
to try some stuff with other boys but that can be way too risky in the
military. All it takes is for the wrong kid to say something and it gets
passed on and then goes to other bases when people get transferred. I've
seen things like that happen with girls and boys both.  They have a
reputation as soon as they get on a new base. When the boy, Jared, told me
about you I figured you might be my chance to finally get to do stuff with
a guy."

Harris' story made sense and judging from the expressions on his face, his
tone of voice, and what I'd heard from other military kids, I believed his
story. That didn't mean that I was going to drop to my knees and suck on
his still raging hard cock. I did explain to him that I understood his
dilemma and that, in general, it probably wasn't a great ideal to expose
his desires with someone they just met. He told me that he knew that but
having heard about me figured I would be a safe bet. What was I going to
do, arrest him.

"Besides, I don't have a lot of time. It took me almost 6 months to get
this far and we're being transferred in another week. If you are even a
possibility to help me I have to do something going pretty quick."

Needless to say I was a little nervous, a little reluctant, but also
interested in being with the boy. I mean, he was deliciously beautiful,
small and compact-which I love- and was quite well hung. My mind was moving
at a very rapid pace and as I looked down again, I could see precum all but
pouring out of the boys' still hard cock. He didn't miss my glance.

"Please Trent. You would be perfect for me, it would mean a lot to me and I
swear to God I'd never say a thing to anybody." His hand went south and
squeezed his cock a couple of times. "Look, my dad flew to Malmstrom this
morning and won't be back until late Sunday night. He trusts me to be home
alone because I'm very responsible. It's why he lets me keep my hair
long. Could I maybe stay with you for the weekend, please?" The idea of
being sequestered away with Harris was extremely appealing. I knew that I
could use my friend's place.

"Okay, let's do this. At the very least we can talk some more, alright?"
Harris' answer was to come into my arms and hug me very tightly, his hard
cock pressed against my thigh. I patted his back and when we finally broke
apart he smiled up at me, a tear in his eye which he didn't bother to wipe
away.

"I still need to have you piss for me." He nodded his head and said that he
could jack off and make it go away. I offered to leave the bathroom but he
said no just about as emphatically as he had before.

"I want you to stay. Maybe it will prove to you that I'm serious." That
being said the kid reached back down and took hold of himself and began
stroking in earnest. His free hand went down between his balls and his
thigh, a not uncommon posture with boys. Harris slipped his hand up over
his swollen and seeping cock head, smearing his precum all over it, and
kept squeezing on just the head in a sort of milking motion, his cock now
pushed more outward toward the back of the toilet.

"Oohhh," he groaned and picked up speed. His other hand squeezed and
relaxed on his inner thigh and then he turned the hand over and began
tugging on his balls. His hips began moving to and fro, almost just humping
air, or his hand. His head went backward, eyes closed and his smooth face
constricted in the typical pain pleasure expression. Suddenly his hand
moved off of his cock head, his head dropped forward and his eyes shot open
in time to watch a stream of sperm eject out and hit the inside of the seat
and rim of bowl. The hand at his balls pressed down at the base of his
cock, pulling the skin tight and another jet of thick ropey cum shot out
and hit the toiled bowl rim, the tail end of it falling into the
water. Another squirt went entirely into the bowl to float there while the
rest of his offering was just oozes. Harris had leaned over the toilet for
the last part, the hand that had been working at his crotch now against the
wall to brace him. He continued to slowly stroke his dick until there was
nothing left. He glanced sideways at me, his eyes still half closed in
lust, and looked directly at my crotch. He smiled slightly.

"It was hot for you too, huh Trent?" That was a foregone conclusion. My
dick was hard as stone but I wasn't going to do anything about right there
and I chose not to say anything as well. His dick finally softened, he
pissed, came out positive for week and I asked him about that. He said that
he'd only been trying to make sure that I'd have to keep piss testing him,
although it would be a moot point since he was moving. We made arrangements
to meet about a block from the front gate to the base at five that evening.
Needless to say, the rest of my work day was almost boring by comparison.