From: an678881@anon.penet.fi (Little Willy) Reply-To: an678881@anon.penet.fi Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 02:52:16 UTC Subject: Boy Pee (b/b, ws), FIRST STORY ***WARNING***WARNING***WARNING***WARNING***WARNING*** The following is a work of fiction, and is intended for an adult audience. All characters in this story are completely fictitious and any resemblance to any individual, living or dead, should only make it hotter for you. This story contains graphic sexual(?) content involving pre-adolescent boys; if this subject matter isn't your cup of tea, why'd you download it? The heading was pretty f***ing specific. If, after reading this story, you find that you've enjoyed the experience, please feel free to let me know. This is the author's first story. Boy Pee Little Willy Jeff held his breath and trembled. He'd been playing in the woods when he heard the voices of older boys approaching. Though he really had nothing to fear, it was hard to tell the third-grader that eighth-grade boys wouldn't pummel him simply for breathing. He'd hidden in the kind of self-protective reflex that forms a major part of younger boys' relations with older ones. The two boys had approached his hiding place in the bushes and Jeff was certain he'd be caught. Looking up, Jeff could see the boys' bodies from about their knees to their chests. Both boys stood still, talking. Suddenly, both pairs of hands went to zippers. Before Jeff's astonished eyes, two respectfully sized dicks emerged and immediately sprayed boy piss. The sharp smell of urine rose from the damp earth in which he lay hidden and assaulted Jeff's nose. Involuntarily, Jeff held his breath and watched as the powerful streams flew from the boys' laps and landed, loudly, somewhere near his head. As the anonymous duo stopped pissing, Jeff breathed, once again relishing the sharp tang of the boys' pee. When the boys left, Jeff scooted forward on his stomach. His clothes were filthy, but he'd deal with his mother later. Right now, Jeff was preoccupied. As he neared the patch of wetter ground, recently soaked by the absent pair, Jeff breathed deeply through his nose. He'd always enjoyed the scent of his own urine and always liked the feeling of emptying his bladder. But recently, he found himself sneaking looks at the other boys in the bathrooms at school. He loved it when a boy didn't flush, and if he could, he'd sidle by the urinal used by the boy and breath deep through his nose. The two boys had been the event of the week for Jeff. He reached out his hands and felt the damn and now steaming patch of earth. He pushed his hands into the mud the older boys' piss had made, then brought his hands to his nose. The scent was overwhelming. Jeff felt like he was going to pass out. This was the event of the year! His body wriggled uncontrollably in the dirt and he realized, with a start, that his little dick was hard in his pants. When Jeff got home he began to reevaluate his high esteem of the event in the woods. His mother grabbed Jeff by the ear and rushed him into the bathroom. Jeff's dirty sneakers barely touched the floor as he ran painfully beside the woman. Fortunately, Jeff's mother was a chronic allergy sufferer and couldn't smell her son. But Jeff's little brother Chris looked up from the living room floor as Jeff was hustled by. His little screwed up nose told Jeff that the kid could smell him. Jeff was unceremoniously stripped of his clothing and almost thrown into a bathtub still filling with water. This only made the situation worse for Jeff. The boy had held his bladder all afternoon. He was looking forward to a long slow piss in the bathroom when he got home and here he was, sitting lap deep in warm water, listening to the sound of more water running. Squirming, Jeff waited for his mom to finish collecting his clothes and leave so that he could hop from the tub and pee. But Jeff didn't make it. As his mother left the bathroom, Jeff rose from the tub at the same time that his bladder let loose. The boy reached down and grabbed his gushing dick. He tried to squeeze off the flow, but he'd waited too long and his dick just kept pissing. In desperation, Jeff pointed his dick to the ceiling. His piss arched up, then splattered back against his body. The new sensation alarmed the boy. This was the best yet. Jeff stopped trying to control the flow and really let loose. His pee shot high into the air and fell on the top of his head. Jeff stood in the tub soaking himself thoroughly in his own urine. The tub water had reached Jeff's calves by the time the final pee dribbles left his dick soaking his hairless pubes and ball sack. He looked down and noticed that the water was deep enough, and had watered down his urine enough, that you really couldn't tell that he'd pissed. Well not if you couldn't smell, that is. Jeff fell back into the pissy water and laid down in the tub, rinsing his hair and most of the pee off his body. He closed his eyes and submerged his head. He sat up and opened his eyes. His mother had returned dragging Chris behind her. Right now she was pulling the tee-shirt over the five-year-old's head. He was already pant-less and Jeff looked at the tiny penis the little boy called his dink. As his brother's head popped free of the shirt, he gave Jeff another funny look, once again scrinching up his nose. Jeff's mother reached over and turned off the water, plopped her younger son into the tub with his brother and left the room, closing the door behind her. "Did you pee in here?" Chris asked at once. Jeff didn't have much time for the little boy and certainly found that grossing him out was a good way to get under his skin. "Yeah," Jeff said, "what of it?" "Yuck!" the little boy said, "I'm telling." The little boy started to get out of the tub, but Jeff grabbed his arm. "No, don't," he said. Jeff was starting to worry that his fetish could get him in trouble and he wasn't ready for anyone to know about it. "Please," Jeff added. Chris was impressed. His older brother never said "please" to him. This was something new; something to take advantage of. "What'll you do for me if I don't tell?" "Anything," Jeff said. "Oops!" he thought instantly, "Big mistake! The little twerp'll probably want something from my baseball card collection." "OK," Chris said and slid back into the tub, "Let me think." After a moment's thought the little boy piped up "Ya gotta let me pee on you." Jeff couldn't believe his ears. His fetish was his private thing. Though he'd liked pissing on himself, he wasn't all that sure that he wanted anyone else to do it. "No," he said. "Right," said Chris, starting to get back up. "OK, OK," Jeff said. Both boys were standing now. Looking at his older brother, Chris' hand wandered to his dink. A puzzled look was on his face as he thought about why this didn't match up with what he wanted. He decided that his brother's height bothered him. "Kneel down," Chris said. "That's better," the little boy thought. Jeff's chin was just above the little boy's dick so that it wouldn't take much aim to soak his head. "Better yet," Chris thought as he stepped up onto the edge of the tub and balanced himself looking down on the top of his older brother's head. "Turn and face me," the little boy commanded. Jeff was starting to get in to it. He slithered around on his knees and looked up at his brother. The little boy's hand was holding the tiny circumcised dick, pointing it down into Jeff's face. The boy's tiny nuts hung loosely below the little boy's hand. Jeff could feel his dick starting to get hard. Just then Chris' dick started dribbling. In no time, the little boy's bladder had increased the flow of the piss and the stream hit Jeff's shoulder. Jeff lowered his head so that he was staring at his little brother's knees. He felt the hot liquid striking the top of his head. Rivulets of boy pee were running down all sides of his head. Jeff could feel a trickle leaving the back of his hair and snaking down his back. One was hugging his left ear before making its way to his shoulder. Best of all, a waterfall was cascading off his forehead and coating his face in his brother's piss. Jeff's dick was so hard it hurt. He started shuddering like he had in the woods. The good feeling was so strong that Jeff couldn't control his balance. He fell back in the tub. Jeff thought he was going to pass out. He opened his mouth to gasp in more air. Chris' dick squeezed out one last strong blast that splattered against the back of Jeff's throat. He swallowed by reflex and, as if from far away, he heard his little brother's voice. "GROSS!"