Date: Wed, 14 Oct 2015 11:27:41 -0700
From: Kris Altend <kris.altend@gmail.com>
Subject: Friendly Pisser Part 2

We layed there like that, him on my chest, in a daze, for some time; I'm
not sure how long, it was such a blissful, comforting feeling. Brody
casually ran his hands through the tuft of hairs between my pecs, kissing
me on the neck periodically. We'd look at each other, break out into
smiles, and just look into each other's eyes for a few moments until
lapsing back into the happy daze of post-orgasmic connection.

I could still feel his cum all over my face, drying there, and taste his
piss and cum in my mouth. As I inhaled through my nose, I could smell the
pee he'd dribbled onto my beard.

My face smelled like a urinal and I loved it, and I loved that he was here
with me, holding me, letting me know through his touch that the things I
liked to do didn't make me disgusting or unloveable.

Well, maybe a little disgusting, but in a good way.

Then there was a knock and the door and we both startled. He looked over at
the clock radio.

"Shit. It's already 1. My roommate is done his classes for the day," Brody
said, scrambling to stand up and pull his pants back on.

"Hey man!" A voice called through the door. "I gotta drop off my books and
stuff, I'm headed to the beach with some total babes if you and your girl
in there wanna come with."

"Just a second!" Brody called back. Seeing the look of panic on my face, he
smiled and shook his head as if to say don't worry, this isn't a
problem. Out loud what he said was "hey man, you better get dressed, and
here - wipe your face off with this." He tossed me a small hand towel, and
my pants and shirt. "Sorry, I've already kind used that towel to wipe up my
cum a few times."

I rubbed the towel vigorously in over my face and in my beard. I could feel
parts of the fabric were still and crusty with dried cum, and some parts
were even still moist. He must have jerked off into it just this morning.

"I don't mind," I said, breathing in deeply as the towel covered my face,
reveling in the smell and the touch of his old cum. I pulled my pants back
on and closed my belt back up.

"C'mon dude! Tell your girl to get some clothes on I'm not gonna wait out
here all day!" The voice came ringing back through the door again.

As I pulled my shirt back on, I realized that there was a hug wet spot on
the right shoulder. I sniffed at it. Definitely piss. I guess Brody had let
a little more than I thought dribble out, or some had fallen out of my
mouth at some point.

Brody opened the door, and said "hey Adam, chill, man."

"Sorry dude, just my friends are waiting downstairs and—" This is when
Adam and I made eye contact. He was short, much shorter than Brody and I,
maybe around 5'9", but he looked like he worked out, and he had a wide
frame and just a little bit of extra fat around his belly. Despite his
height, he had a commanding presence. His facial hair looked like just a
couple days growth, and it was more sparse than Brody's or mine, but it
made him look rough and contemptuous as a knowing smirk started to spread
across his face.

"I didn't know you were into that," he said to Brody, indicating his head
in my direction, dismissively.

"Did I ever give any indication that I wasn't?" Brody said, standing up
just a bit taller, and squarely in front of Adam, an almost challenging
position. Challenging Adam to challenge him.

Adam shrunk back, just a little bit. "Nah man, I just didn't know. It's
totally cool."

"I know it's cool," said Brody, relaxing, and backing off just a little
bit. Seeing him own the situation like this was an incredible turn on.

"So your like, bi, or something?" He asked Brody, as he threw his backpack
down on the other bed in the room, and began to rummage through the drawers
of his dresser. "Cause last time you had the sock on there was a girl in
here."

The dorm room as tiny. The whole thing was smaller than my bedroom had been
back at my parents house, but it held two small double beds, two dressers
that also had a small desk attached, and a single window on the wall
between the beds.

"Something like that," Brody answered.

"You two coming to the beach?" Adam asked, pulling off the shirt he had on,
and beginning to undo his pants. "I'm guessing your friend won't mind if I
get changed in here." It was the first time he'd acknowledged me since the
initial moment we'd made eye contact.

"I don't mind," I said. Adam pulled his pants and underwear off. His crotch
was an absolute forrest of hair. His dick was a bit smaller than Brody's,
at least soft, and it was cut. It was much darker than the rest of his skin
tone, which was a sort of Italian looking bronze.

"His name is Derek." Brody said. "He's cool. We went to high school
together."

Adam looked over at me, more open this time, though still a little trace of
that contempt I'd seen earlier. "Hi Derek. Good to meet you. I'd shake your
hand," he looked at the towel I was holding and the wet spot on my shirt,
and back up to my face, "but I'm not going to shake your hand."

I laughed. "That's cool man. Good to meet you. I can't make it to the beach
though, I have a class this afternoon."

"Me too," said Brody. "Have fun though buddy."

"Will do. Brody I'll see you later. Derek, it was a pleasure, maybe I'll
see you again," he said, giving me the same contemptuous look,but this
time, with a bit of a smile. He winked. "By the way, Derek, you have cum in
your beard, and it smells like piss in here, so I don't know, open a window
or wash your sheets or something cause I don't wanna sleep in a men's room
tonight." Something about the way he said my name gave me goosebumps.

And with that he was out of the room.

"Don't worry about him, I'll make sure everything in here is clean tonight
after my class. He won't be home until late, I'm sure." Brody walked back
across the room and sat down on the bed beside me. He took the towel from
my hand and swiped at the back of my cheek, near the sideburn. I guess
that's where the cum Adam had seen on me was.

"What time is your class?" I asked.

"It's at two," he said. "Should probably get going soon. Heading towards
the political science building. What about you?"

"Humanities," I said. "So it looks like we're headed in the same
direction."

"Cool. Do you wanna borrow a shirt?" he asked me. "That one is kinda wet."

I thought about it for a second. "No, I think I'll keep it on. I can sit
off in the corner by myself, and, well, I kinda like the way it smells."

Brody leaned in close to me, and I could feel his breath on my
face. "Yeah?" he asked. "You like that?"

"Yeah, I really fucking like it," I answered, shaking a little bit with the
excitement of all the possibilities that seemed to be opening up for
me. All from gaining the courage to say those two little words — `I'm
gay'.

His lips connected with mine, hungry, and we made out hard, sucking and
licking on each others tongues, face, and beards like starving wild beasts.

"Let's go." He said.

Later, sitting in class, I couldn't make out a word that the teacher was
saying. I kept replaying the last few hours over and over in my mind. My
underwear, which had never really dried out from our sex session, was
hopelessly being re-moistened as my rock hard dick kept pouring out more
and more precum. Every few minutes, I would turn my head to the side and
sniff at the drying wet spot on my shirt. Smelling the distinct smell of
Brody's fluids resting against my body, mingling and combining with the
fabric of my shirt.

About 40 minutes into the class, my phone buzzed. It was Brody.

*Hey man, I need to piss like crazy. Wanna have some fun? Come to the first
floor washroom in your building ASAP.*

My heart began pounding out of my chest. The thought of him, sitting in
class, squirming, bladder full was sexy enough. But that he texted me, that
he wanted to feed it to me was just too much. It was like a dream come
true.

I glanced around the room to make sure nobody was looking at me, and then I
rearranged my slimy boner so that it was sticking up through the waistband
of my pants, and wouldn't be obvious when I stood up and walked out of the
room, quietly.

I hurried down the stairs to the first floor of the building, and almost
ran smack right into Brody as he entered the building through the front
door. He gave me a peck on the cheek and then held the door open to the
washroom.

There were two stalls, and two urinals opposite three sinks. Brody headed
straight for the furthest stall, and repeated his motion of holding the
door open for me. Without a word, he motioned for me to sit down on the
floor beside the toilet. I got down on my knees, and opened the front of my
pants to give me easy access to my cock.

"I'm about to burst," was all he said as he hurriedly undid his own fly and
placed his completely soft penis inside my mouth. He was sweaty from
running over here from the political science building, and his crotch had
the strong odor of recent sex, sweat, and piss.

There was no waiting for him to relax this time, he really needed to go,
and my mouth was immediately full of the warm, just slightly bitter
fluid. I clamped my mouth around the end of his cock and swallowed, and
then swallowed again, but the stream was coming too fast, and he wasn't
controlling it at all, like last time. Almost a whole mouthful spilled out
and down the front of my shirt as I struggled to keep up his flow.

My left hand was again pressed up against his pelvis, buried in his pubes
with two fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, feeling the liquid as
it flowed there under the skin and out through the opening into my mouth
and then down into my stomach. It felt like the most natural thing in the
world. And the sexiest. My right hand was down at my cock, furiously
masturbating.

He sighed out loud, obviously relieved, and I felt a swell of pride that he
had chosen to relieve himself inside of me. Seeing this stunning, masculine
creature satisfy it's most basic need right into my mouth was intensely
gratifying. My mouth continued to fill with piss, over and over, though the
stream was slowing to a more manageable pace, and I was able to keep up
with swallowing it all.

"You like that?" He asked me, putting both of his hands behind my head,
applying just a bit of pressure, holding me there at his crotch. "You like
it when I piss in your mouth? Fill you with my fluids?"

Mouth rather busy, I couldn't speak, but I answered with an enthusiastic
nod, and a moan of deep, primal, pleasure. I stopped playing with my dick,
which felt like another second of stimulation would make it cum, and I
didn't want that yet.

Then, he choked off the stream. It hadn't dribbled out to nothing, so I
suspected there was more. Did he want me to beg again? I wanted the rest of
it.

"What does it taste like?" he asked.

"Amazing." I answered. "Warm, subtle. But it tastes, I guess, the way piss
smells. That's the easiest way to describe it."

"I'm gonna give you the rest I got, but don't swallow it all. I wanna try
it. I want you to spit some back into my mouth." He said. I smiled and
nodded, going back to nursing on his dick, which was now half hard.

His muscles tensed as he needed to strain now to release the last of the
piss. One little squirt shot into my mouth, and then another. I thought he
was done, and I began to pull off of his dick, but then the stream
returned, not as forceful as before, but enough that it splashed all over
my face and beard before I clamped back down on it.

He gave me another three mouthfuls before the stream began to really peter
out. By the time it stopped, I had about half a mouthful. He took his penis
from my mouth and shook it, removing the last drops from his urethra. They
splattered on my face and in my mouth.

Then he moved his hands to the side of my face, and pulled me up to stand
beside him at eye level, and then pulled me in for a kiss. We locked lips
and he opened his mouth. I used my tongue to push the piss that I held
there into his mouth, and we swirled our tongues around each other, both
bathing in his delicious nectar. We pulled apart, and making eye contact,
we both swallowed, and grinned at each other.

Then, he put his hand on my shoulder, and pushed me back down. "You're not
done yet," he said. "I'm gonna feed you my load too."

No arguments from me. I kneeled back down, face to face with his cock,
which was now rock hard. I put one hand around his shaft, and the other
behind his butt, and began to fuck my mouth his dick. As I went down, I'd
flatten my hand against his pelvis and take his dick right down into my
throat, and then pull back up, squeezing the base with my hand as I sucked
on the head.

He put his hands back onto the back of my head and began to hump my face in
earnest. A fast, vibrating motion, in and out, in and out, as I felt the
tensions in his muscles build. My right hand floated back down to my dick,
and his groans grew more urgent. With one final, powerful, thrust, he
buried his dick deep into my throat and cried out with a deep masculine,
grunt, and I felt the pulse of the first shot of cum flood through his
shaft and out down into my throat.

Then, he pulled my head back, so just the tip was in my mouth, and he kept
shooting, three, four, five more times, pumping his seed right into my
mouth, so I could taste, and savor it. I swirled my tongue around the head
of his dick, feeling it's shape with my mouth, the beautiful mushroom head
and the loose, delicious foreskin.

I felt my own orgasm rising, and I gave a cry, muffled by his cock,
spitting just a bit of his cum back out onto his pubes and the wave of
pleasure shook my body. My cum shot across the tile floor, the first volley
landing more than a yard away, the second a bit closer, and the rest
dribbling out a little less powerfully. His dick began to soften in my
mouth, and he pulled it out. I made sure to apply suction as it left,
cleaning off as much of the piss and cum as I could.

"Thanks bro," was all he said. "I gotta get back to class." He pulled his
pants back up over his dick and then leaned down, gave me a peck on the
forehead, and hurried out of the bathroom.

I sat there for another minute or so, kneeling beside the toilet, in a
daze. I used my finger to scoop my cum up off the bathroom floor, and I ate
it, or, as much of it as I could gather.

I was absolutely loving college.


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Hey everyone! I just posted the first chapter of this story yesterday, but
your positive feedback was so exciting that I decided to write another one
right away! I think my writing has improved a little this time around as
well. I spent a bit more time on this chapter.

Again, please let me know what you think! I love hearing that my storied
turned you on, made you cum, or were enjoyed in whatever way. My email is
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