Date: Sat, 17 Oct 2015 16:47:27 -0700
From: Kris Altend <kris.altend@gmail.com>
Subject: Piss Buds 4 (was Friendly Pisser 4)

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—————— Piss Buds Part 4 ——————

(This story series was previously titled `Friendly Pisser', it has been
renamed.)

-Brody-

I arrived back at my dorm room, wearing a pair of Derek's old sweats and a
t-shirt that didn't really fit me properly. The clothes that I'd worn out
today were soaked in piss and hanging heavily in the plastic shopping bag
Derek had given me to take them home in.

I'd always known I was bi, and I'd always known I liked looking at dudes
beside me at the urinal, but playing with piss had always seemed like
something too exotic. Not something I'd ever do. But when Derek said he
wanted to drink my piss that morning, I felt like it awakened something in
me. Some primal feeling and knowledge that men should share their piss with
each other.

I was completely exhausted. Cumming four times in one day can really tire a
guy out. That, and I needed to piss again. I had been drinking a lot of
water today, charged up at the thought of Derek taking my piss loads, and I
also just drank a bunch of his.

I was only half-way across the campus back to my dorm, and not really
interested in waiting until I got there. I decided to duck back behind some
bushes and relieve myself outside. There was always something nice about
letting it out in public.

Just for fun, I put the grocery bag with my clothes on the ground. It was
open at the top, and I aimed right for it, letting my piss pool into my
already piss soaked clothes. I liked the idea of them marinading in my
piss, and I let my entire bladder out into the bag, and when I picked it up
again it was much heavier, and there was obvious piss pooled at the bottom.

I decided to leave the clothes outside my dorm, hidden behind a tree,
because it was too late to use the washing machines in my building, and if
I brought them up to the dorm Adam would be able to smell it.

I crawled up the stairs and collapsed onto my bed, exhausted, and
immediately dozed off.

Then I heard the door close. It was Adam, and it was much darker
outside. How long had I been asleep?

"Hey man," he said. "You really should have come to the beach. Sarah almost
got arrested for walking around with her top off. It was crazy! She
wouldn't come home with me though."

"Too bad," I said, glancing over at the clock. It was about midnight. I
took out my phone to send Derek a goodnight text.

"You gonna tell me about your new boyfriend?" Adam asked, just a hint of
teasing in his voice.

"Sure, what do you want to know?" I asked, sitting up and squaring myself
at Adam.  I sensed some gears turning behind his eyes and I wasn't sure I
liked it.  I hadn't told him I was bi before today because I'd been trying
to figure out whether he was chill with it all — but since Derek came
along... I wasn't going to hide anything.

"I dunno, it's just interesting to me, you know? A masculine guy like
you... we go to the football games together, we look at girls.  I never
thought I'd see you in bed with a dude."

I rolled my eyes. I really didn't have time to deal with his stereotype
shit, and I was tired, so I layed back down and turned to face the wall,
pulling up my blankets, to show I wasn't interested. "It's fun, you should
try it sometime. You mind turning the light back off?"

"Hey man," he said, flicking off the light. "No need to get so sensitive."

"No biggie, I'm just tired."

Even though I was looking at the wall, I could feel his presence moving
through the room, and he came to a stop standing near my bed. When he
spoke, his voice was quiet and close. "You've never thought about me like
that, have you?"

I'd always thought Adam was cute, in a dumb jock who's more of a booze
hound than a real jock sort of way.  "WIs that your shitbag way of asking
for a blowjob?" I answered his question with a question. Truth is, I had
thought about him that way.

"Nevermind then," he said, "I was just curious."

I felt him back away from the bed, and a few seconds later, the door was
closing behind him as he left the dorm room again.  Another few minutes
later I heard him come back, presumably from the washroom, and crawl into
bed.

From the edge of my consciousness I heard him ask "Hey dude... why did it
smell like pee in here?". I briefly fantasized about straight up saying
'because we were drinking it', but instead I said nothing, allowing myself
to drift off into a happy, contented sleep.



-Derek-

I woke up still nestled in the smell of our sheets. It was early, before
8am. I knew because my alarm hadn't gone off yet. As I lay there, cuddled
up in the warm blankets, I started to get hard. Absent-mindedly, half
asleep, I started rubbing my foreskin around the head of my dick, which
immediately began leaking.

No! I needed to get up and out of bed, or I'd end up jerking off, and I
wanted to save it for Brody.

Ugh. Just the thought of him made the blood surge to my dick. I was sprung
on him hard. I wanted everything about him. His sweat, his cum, his piss,
his spit. All of it. It tasted so good. He tasted so good.

I sent him a good morning text, but didn't get an answer until I was in the
middle of my first period. He didn't have a class until 11:30 and so had
slept in. We compared schedules.  My second class was at 10:30-11:30, so by
the time I was on lunch, he was just getting started.  Basically, we didn't
both have time off at the same time until after 4:30pm.

I texted him: *Hey man... everything we did yesterday was super hot! But I
REALLY loved sneaking around during class, for you to use me as your
urinal.. can we do that again today??*

He answered: *I just went, but come meet me during my first class, around
noon. Washrooms to the left when you enter. I'll drink plenty of water. *

So, at about noon, I stepped inside the building where he was having his
class.  I headed down towards the washroom, but saw a group of three male
students go in, so I hung around in the hall instead.

A few minutes later, Brody showed up, looking as grizzly and unkempt as
ever, grinning like a little kid.

"I got a lot," he said, and made for the bathroom. I stopped him.

"Bunch of kids in there," I said.

He frowned, looking at the door. "Well, I gotta go, so maybe I should just
use i-"

No way was I gonna let him waste that piss down a drain. I grabbed him by
the hand and said "trust me", leading him outside.

The building was surrounded by a tall, boxy hedge, and there was a small
space between the hedge and the building. As we exited the door, I pulled
him to a hard left. You had to duck down to really fit, but it was
possible, and we hugged the wall all the way around the corner of the
building.

If anyone looked closely, they might be able to see us, but practically it
wasn't likely.

We quickly found a spot where he could kinda stand up a bit higher, though
he was still crouching.  I squatted down, bending my knees, so low that I
would have fallen back on my ass if the wall of the building wasn't
propping me up.  He had one arm up against the building, bracing himself,
armpit hairs poking out of his t-shirt, leaning over me, as the other hand
fumbled with his zipper. I helped him open up his pants, pull his underwear
down, and marveled once again and the raw sexy beauty of his package.

"Hurry up," he said, not rudely, but definitely assertively. "Put it in
your mouth."

"Just try and go slow," I said. "I don't want to have to go and change
clothes."

"Yeah okay," he said, playfully smacking me on the lips with his dick,
until I opened my mouth, he relaxed, and it immediately filled with warm,
delicious, piss.

At first I had a bit of trouble keeping up, but he read my expressions and
slowed down enough for me to catch up.

As my mouth filled, again and again, I wondered if I would ever get tired
of doing this. Of being the receptacle for another dudes piss.

He sighed with relief and the urgency of his stream started to taper off,
though it was by no means going slow.  I looked up at him, swallowing yet
another mouthful as we made eye contact, and I suckled on his member.

No, I decided. I'd never get tired of this.  If I had my way, I'd drink
down at least one full bladder every day.

He raised an eyebrow, asking me if I needed a break. I shook my head
slightly and smiled, as much as I could with his dick in my mouth. I was
able to keep up with his flow easily now and I wanted him to just relax and
fully relieve himself.

Finally, inevitably, the stream began to slow, and the reduce to a trickle.
I felt him contract his muscle a few times, and each time there was a
renewed burst of warm, savory liquid, and then a more rapid decline.
Finally he pulled the dick from my mouth and quickly shoved it back into
his pants.

"Good boy," he said, playfully mussing my hair. "Sorry, can't stick
around. Already took too long. This class is important. That was great. See
you tonight handsome."

He leaned down and gave me a peck on the top of the head and then shuffled
his way out from behind the hedge.

I sat there for another minute, somewhat dazed and incredibly horny.  These
little sneaky interludes were fast becoming my favorite part of the day.

I too, needed to piss, so, still squatting down behind the hedge, I opened
my fly and pointed my dick down at the dirt floor and pissed right there in
front of where I was. The puddle ran down into the hedge and the grass on
the other side. After I was done, I used my hand to wipe all of the precum
and piss that was all over my dick, and licked it off.

Then I stood, made my way out from behind the hedge, and headed over to the
student union to grab some lunch. I kept sniffing my hand, which smelled
like my precum and piss.

I found an empty table to eat at, and sat there, kind of contemplating what
I wanted to do with Brody today after classes.  We were going to meet back
up at my place.

I was sort of absently touching my dick through my pants.  I could still
taste his piss in my mouth, and feel it in my stomach.  Then, across the
student union, I saw someone I recognized, though it took me a second to
see that it was Adam, Brody's roommate.  I saw his eyes flicker with
recognition, and then with the same amused contempt that he'd directed at
me back in his dorm room yesterday.

He headed straight for me.  I looked away, down at my food, hoping he'd
walk past me, but he didn't. He came and sat down right beside me, not even
across from me, and put his arm around me.  I looked over at him and he was
still smiling. There was something dangerous about it, but I felt comforted
by it anyway.

"So you and Brody sucked each others dicks, hey? He says you're pretty good
at it." Adam said, pulling me in closer with his arm.  It felt cozy. I
could smell his mix of deodorant and body odor, and I liked it.

"He didn't say that," I laughed and added playfully, "but it is true."

"You know what the secret to giving a good blow job is?" He asked, and then
answered himself before I could have gotten a word in edgewise. "You gotta
love doing it. And you," he said, putting two fingers under my chin and
pretending to examine my face. "You look like someone who fucking loves
sucking dicks."

"Are you trying to come onto me or something?" I asked.

He took his arm off from around me. "Nah, I'm just keeping tabs on what you
two are up to. Have a nice day bro." And with that he stood up and walked
out of the student union.

That was weird, I thought.  I'd be willing to play with him, if he was
interested in that, and Brody didn't mind, but I couldn't quite figure out
what was going on with him.

I pushed thoughts about Adam out of my mind, because I needed to focus on
my last two classes of the day. They went by pretty quickly. I somehow
managed to take notes despite spending most of the time daydreaming about
Brody and about what was going to happen after they were finished.

When I finished my last class at 4:30 p.m., I left the building and started
crossing the campus to make for my apartment building.

"Derek!"

I turned and saw Brody running up behind me, looking as cute and scruffy as
ever.

"Hey sexy," I said. "Thanks for the drink at lunch today, really gave me a
beautiful charge."

"You want some more?" he asked, playfully.

"Absolutely," I replied. "I wanna gulp it all down for you."

We were crossing the park at the south side of campus, and he grabbed my
hand and pulled me over towards the small patch of trees in the far corner.

"You're so beautiful," he said. Then he made a playful stern face. "Now get
down on your knees."

I looked around again, we had some cover, but anyone who looked closely
would be able to see us. I did what he told me and got down on my knees.

"Sure you don't wanna just go to my apartment?" I asked, but I sat
obediently with my mouth open as he fumbled once again with his pants.
This time he didn't pull his underwear all the way down, he just pulled his
dick out through the hole in his underwear.

"No," he said. "This is way more exciting."

And I felt the stream rise up out of his body and once again flood my
mouth.

It tasted so. fucking. good. How I'd gone so far in my life without doing
this I'd never know.  Now I wanted it all the time. I was addicted to this
sensation. Of being filled from his tap. Guzzling his stream.

We were starting to develop a rhythm that worked well.  There was no
spillage this time - I just kept my mouth clamped over the head of his dick
from the moment his stream started until the moment it ended, swallowing it
all, and then I tucked his dick back into his pants for him, and stood up
and we kissed.

His hand moved down my body and squeezed my raging hard on.

"Let's go to your place and I'll help you take care of that," he said.

"I love having the taste of your piss in my mouth," I told him as we
walked. "I can feel it in my stomach as well, sloshing around in there."

"My sexy little toilet," he mused, affectionately, looking me over.

As we walked back to my place, I told him about Adam, and what had happened
at lunch today.

"Yeah, I'm not sure what is up with him," Brody said. "I had a similar
conversation with him last night. Can't tell if he wants to join in or
express disgust."

"Maybe he's not sure," I said.

We reached my apartment and immediately Brody told me to get undressed and
to sit down on the couch. I complied with his request, and he got down on
his knees in front of me, guided me back so that I was leaning and
relaxed. Then he just looked up at my furry dude body, admiring.

"You're so fucking sexy," he said, and then he buried his face down into my
crotch. I hadn't showered since the day before, and had gotten pretty
sweaty walking around, and Brody was inhaling my musk deeply and without
reserve.

"I love all your smells," he said. "Your pubes." He buried his nose into
them and inhaled deeply. "Your balls." He nestled in beside them and
repeated his deep inhale. "Your cock," He pulled back my foreskin to reveal
the glistening, very, moist and still leaking head of my cock. He rubbed
around it with his thumb, smelled it, and then took the head into his
mouth, just for a second, making a loud slurping sound as he suctioned
everything he could off of it into his mouth.

He pulled down on my thighs, pulling me lower in my seat, and then pushed
them up and open, spread wide, I could feel the cool air touch my asshole.

"Your taint," he went on, licking and sucking on the area below my
balls. "And your perfect, furry, delicious butthole," he finished, burying
his face right in between my cheeks and inhaling deeply once more.  I could
feel his face and his beard rubbing all over my sweaty crack, and then
finally his tongue as it brushed up against and swirled through the hairs
circling my butthole.

He kept pushing up on my legs and teasing my butthole with his tongue for
quite a few minutes.  Pausing every once in a while to pull back and look
up at me with a mischievous grin, before diving back in for more.  I was
moaning like crazy, and muffled words were floating up out of his
mouth. "So fucking good.." "I love your man ass..."

He tensed his tongue and started pushing it right in, past the
sphincter. It felt so good.  Crazy good.  Like nothing I'd ever felt before
good.

Finally, breathless and panting like a puppy, he emerged up from my crack,
and moved up to kiss me.  He smelled and tasted like my ass sweat, and we
made out for a few minutes while he started stroking my dick.

I reached for his belt, and started fumbling, trying to open it, but he put
his hand on me and stopped me.

"No," he said. "I'm not gonna cum until I fuck you."

"So fuck me," I begged. "I fucking want your cock so bad right now."

I could see the effort of restraint in his eyes. "No, not today, it'll be
better if I save it. I just wanna make you cum, okay?"

He got back down on his knees and started sucking my cock in earnest,
really working at it, and any objection I could have had absolutely faded
away and I was lost in the pleasure of his tongue and throat massaging my
raging hard on.

"Ohhh shit," I moaned. "Dude, I'm gonna blow."

He pulled off my cock immediately, and looked up at me. "You want some more
piss first? I already got some more."

I just opened my mouth and leaned forward.  He stood, his hard dick
straining against his pants, popped out easily when he opened his fly.  He
positioned his raging cock with the tip just inside my mouth.  Unable to
help myself, I dove down on it, running my tongue up and down the shift and
swirling it over the head.

"Stop!" He barked, firmly, but still kindly.

He held my head back from his cock about three or four inches, and looked
up at the ceiling behind me, closing his eyes again in concentration.  A
little jet of piss shot out of his steel boner, and I caught most of it in
my mouth, though a bit landed on my chin.  I swallowed.

Another jet flowed out, this one longer, and I could hear the sound of my
open mouth filling with piss. Just as it was about to over flow, he choked
the stream again and let me swallow. Then, again, he held me at a slight
distance, keeping me from getting close enough to suckle, but filling my
mouth once more. I swallowed again.

When he was finished relieving himself, he dove back down to my dick,
working it with the enthusiasm of a morning radio DJ host.

"Ughhhghghh" I cried out as the orgasm swept over me. He used his thumb and
forefinger to keep jerking my cock into his mouth, moaning with approval as
each squirt shot into his mouth.

After I was finished, we layed down together in the couch, cuddling, and we
shared my load back and forth while we kissed, until I swallowed it down,
mixing my cum into my stomach-full of his piss.

"You sure you don't wanna cum?" I asked after we cuddled for a few minutes,
after I started to recover.

"Very sure. And when I do, I'm gonna pump it up your ass so hard it shoots
out your mouth," he said, and I laughed.

We hung out at my place for the rest of the evening smoking joints and
drinking beers.  Feeling like I couldn't stomach any more piss, instead we
settled on a new fun game.

My t-shirt and boxer briefs that we'd soaked the night before had still
been hanging, damp, in the washroom. Every time either of us needed to
piss, I'd put them on, and lay down in the bathtub.  He'd stand over me,
directing his piss up in an arc so that it basically rained down all over
me, and I'd pull my cock through the fly of the boxer briefs and piss all
over myself as well.

Then when we were done, I'd take them off and leave them in a pile in the
tub, and I'd walk around the place naked until the next time we needed to
piss, which was pretty often, what with all the beer.

"You wanna sleep over?" I asked, as it was nearing 11pm and we were laying
on my bed, cuddling.

He nodded and pulled me in closer. He was already dozing off. I nestled my
face in down by his armpit, and with the smell of his sweaty musk filling
my senses, I floated off to sleep.


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