Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2012 21:01:43 +0000 (GMT)
From: Gee LEES <gee572003@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: SUMMER WET FUN

This story first appeared on pissboi.com.

Summer Wet Fun

Summer 2007 was not the best by any means; lots of rain and floods in many
parts of the country made it one of the worst on record. A consequence of
this was the extremely limited opportunity for a favourite pastime of mine:
outdoor cruising in warm sunny weather!

But there were the odd days when the sun came out and the cold winds
dropped, and I was quick to get out on the bike for a ride along the
river. One day in particular proved most successful: there were plenty of
horny guys around who obviously were as glad to see the sun out as I was.

As usual, I dressed minimally -- tee-shirt and shorts were adequate and a
supply of water, rubbers and tissues (just in case!) in my pannier bag,
were all I needed to carry. Within an hour, I was past the main crowds and
stopped at a Cottage (public toilets) for a quick freshen-up (and of course
to check out what might be happening there!).

At the urinals there were two guys, both in their late 30s. One had baggy
shorts which he had dropped below his arse to allow freedom of movement for
a very nice, semi-hard cock which he was massaging gently to allow short
spurts of piss. An immediate turn-on, so I stood along from him and watched
the show as my cock started to harden. I was diagonal to the second guy who
was at the opposite urinal, so could easily see him playing with a seven or
eight inch long hosepipe, with its end still covered in a tongue-licking
foreskin. I tried to imagine how long it would be when hard, but in the
semi-hard state it was in I longed to get my mouth over it and drink him
dry. The guy on my side stopped pissing but wanked his cock to show a nice
hard seven inches, and thick with it. By now my cock was rock hard and I
would have loved to service these two guys but the fun was interrupted by a
crowd of rowdy kids arriving. Giving the two others a "thank you" nod and
smile, I decided to leave and cycle further along the river to a small
wooded area which, although alongside the river, didn't attract many
passers by.

I stopped and stretched out on the trunk of an old tree that had been blown
over in one of the recent storms, took off my shirt and started to enjoy
the warm sun as I thought of the fun I could have had with the two guys in
the toilets. I felt myself getting hard, and played with my cock, which
poked out of my shorts. As I was off the path and couldn't be seen by
oncomers, I dropped my shorts and started to piss as I wanked. It felt good
and I filled my hand with piss to get the taste and rubbed it over my
stomach as it ran down to my thighs and arse. My revelry was broken by the
sound of footsteps, so I quickly hid my cock in my shorts and waited to see
who was coming along. It was the first guy from the urinal and his eyes
immediately fell on the wet crotch of my shorts and the outline of my hard
cock. "I guess we have the same interest" he said as he dropped his shorts
and made ready to piss. "Don't waste it" I said and knelt before him just
as the first spurt of fresh, hot liquid started to flow from his semi-hard
cock. It tasted good, so I gulped it down my throat for a while before
taking hold of his cock and directing the flow over my head and down my
body, before taking it back in my mouth for the remaining drops.

When he finished pissing, the guy pulled me up and knelt down to take my
cock in my mouth. He paused to ask whether I had any, and I let my piss
flow. As soon as he felt the hot liquid hit his mouth, he pulled me into
him, determined not to loose a drop. As I was enjoying this, I looked up to
see guy number two coming along, his tee-shirt up over his head showing of
a very fit body and rubbing the outline of the massive cock in his shorts.
I beckoned him on, and as my piss eased off, pulled my cock from No 1's
mouth and bent down to kiss him. The taste of my piss on his tongue, mixed
with the taste of his from my mouth was delicious. Realising what we were
up to, no 2 guy stepped out of his shorts and started to piss from his hard
cock. The foreskin was still over the head, and the piss sprayed over both
of us. I couldn't resist bending over to take a drink of his piss --
slightly bitter and not too strong, just as I like it. I crouched before
him and, as I drank, I moved the foreskin back and licked my tongue over
his piss-slit. The overflow started to run down my body, and I felt no 1,s
hands rubbing it in down between my legs and finding my juicy wet hole. As
no 2's piss eased off, I pulled no 1 to me and took turns in sucking
them. It took only seconds for no 1's thick pole to start the final pulsate
before I felt his cum starting to spew out into my mouth and over my
face. This was the trigger for no 2 to come to his climax: he slapped his
nine inch boner over my face and wanked hard before pushing it into my
mouth and spewing a load of cum down my throat. As he pulled out, he held
his softening cock over my face for a minute before he let a final flow of
piss over my face. I sat back, breathless, as they cleaned themselves off.

"You're a great piss-pig, thanks", said no 1. "You can say that again",
said no 2, adding: "see you two tomorrow?" "Sure" we both answered, and I
added "weather permitting". Of course, the next day we were back to our
more typical weather of rain and cold winds, and I never got back down
there the rest of the summer. Who knows, this year might be better. I
certainly hope so!