Date: Wed, 25 May 2005 21:27:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: da_costa_ws@yahoo.com
Subject: HUNTING MOOSE - PART 3

The following story is part 3 of a four part story arc. It involves piss,
cum, and guys getting sucked off. If you do not like this type of story,
then go read a magazine.  For my ever building audience, Here is the next
story. I want you to enjoy...

HUNTING MOOSE -- PART 3
By
Da Costa

     I put the phone receiver back onto its hook and just stood thinking of
what Moose could have planned at the old Robertson place. I started to get
hard thinking that I was going to get to get more of Moose's piss and
cum. I hoped that Bill and Alex would be there too. Friday was still a few
days away and I had a lot of time to think about what was going to happen
out there.
     The old Robertson place was an abandoned farm about two miles out of
town. The house sat far off the road and was surrounded by bushy trees that
had overgrown over the years. Old man Robertson was a freak about privacy
and had made mounds between his house and the road so the house could not
be seen until you were right onto it. The house, barn and out buildings sat
far enough apart so many cars could be parked there which made it a perfect
spot for huge parties. In fact, a couple of times every summer, there has
been some sort of wild party out there. Three years ago some drunk kid got
injured and the cops made sure that no more parties would happen. I had
heard that the cops got lax about the property and that smaller parties
would occasionally happen.
     The question still remained, why out there. I had hoped that it was
because he needed a large place. Was he able to get the entire football
team together? The baseball team? A big bunch of guys from the school? Or
did he just want to play outside with no restrictions? Why did he take so
long to contact me? All I knew is that I would have to wait. I hated
waiting.
     I tried to pass the time till Friday by doing yard work, fixing up my
bike and just piddling around the house. Both my parents worked so I was
left to my own devices. It was hard not to jack off because almost every
waking moment was filled with the thoughts of what might happen and with
who.
     Friday afternoon finally came. I was in my room listening to the
radio. I got a call to an early dinner. My parents told me that they were
going to go visit some relatives for the weekend and were leaving after
dinner. I mentioned that I had projects that I was going to play with
during the night. I ate lightly because I didn't want to be full of food. I
wanted to leave room for my liquid refreshments.
      My parents left and I got upstairs to my room and pulled out my ratty
old tee shirt with the torn collar from my last visit with Moose, Bill and
Alex. I put it on along with my same shorts from the last time. They had
the faint smell of piss still on them. Then I pulled off my shorts and
grabbed the bag with the three jock straps and pulled out Moose's jock and
I put it on. It was loose on me, but it still fit. I looked at the name
MOOSE in black marker on the front of the waistband and thought, I do
belong to Moose. I put my shorts on and my old shoes and went downstairs.
     I got so lost thinking about Moose that I lost track of time and
noticed that it was 7 O'clock. I figured that I better leave if I'm going
to have to ride my bike out that far.
     I got to the old farm just about dark and peddled up the dirt road
toward the house. I stooped and heard music playing and a few whoops and
hollers. They were definitely male voices. I got off my bike and walked it
around the next mound and could not believe what I saw.
     There must have been 15 guys holding beers and dressed in tee shirts
and jocks, some in just shorts, some in just various types of
underwear. All of them looked to be about 18 to 22. All looked like they
played some sort of sport. There were faces I did not know, but wanted
to. There were several cars parked in a circle, some had the headlights on
and some had camping lanterns sitting on them. I saw two old style claw
foot bathtubs (obviously pulled from the old house) sitting in the large
circle. One was filled with ice and beer with several coolers sitting
around it. The other sat across the circle from it with nothing in it. All
the guys were talking, drinking, laughing and some were playing at grabbing
each other's cocks. I took in the whole scene for a minute and then I spied
Moose talking with Bill.
     I came around the mound and Moose spotted me. He turned to the other
guys and announced that the faggot piss pig was here and the real party
could start.
     Moose and Bill came to me and each one grabbed me roughly by the arms
and ushered me to the empty bathtub. I noticed that the drain was plugged
and there was already some water in the bottom.
     "Get in, faggot." Moose said pushing me in. The guys started to gather
around the tub. "Here's the deal faggot. You will drink piss and suck the
cock of every guy here tonight. You will do the best you can and you will
take whatever the guy wants to give you. Is that clear, pig"
     I nodded. I noticed that the water in the bottom was piss. Then he
looked at the guys and said, "Let's start."
     Moose grabbed my shirt by the shoulders and pulled. The old fabric
ripped and he pulled it right off of me. Then he grabbed the waist of my
shorts and yanked on the front and the old button popped off and he pushed
them down. They fell around my feet and Moose looked at me wearing his jock
strap. I saw something in his eyes, but I couldn't tell what it was.
     "Well, we know who he belongs too." One of the guys said.
     "That's right." Moose said. "That's why I'm going first. Get on your
knees, pig."
     I kneeled down and Moose pulled his big, hard dick out of his loose
running shorts and put the head inches from my mouth. He told me to open
up. I stared at the piss hole and my dick grew hard. Moose relaxed and his
strong piss stream started to flow. The warm water flew right into my mouth
and filled it quickly. I took my first gulp and then there were cheers and
comments from the guys gathered around. I tried not to spill any of Moose's
piss, but I needed to feel it run down my naked chest and right to my
crotch. I kept gulping the beer tainted piss till the flow slowed
down. Moose squeezed out the last few spurts and then put his cock back
into his shorts. The guys clapped and some of them made comments about me
drinking another guys piss. Moose asked who was next and then said he
wanted more beer.
     The next guy was Alex who whipped out his long uncut cock and let his
piss flow on my face and then he ran it down my chest and to my dick. While
he was pissing on my dick, another guy stood next to him and started to
piss on my face. I didn't know this new guy. He had a nice athletic build
and kind of a short dick with a nice curve upward. They finished pissing
and walked away.
    Bill was the guy and told me to drink his piss with his dick in my
mouth. As soon as I finished with Bill, Davey and his twin brother Donovan
stepped up. They went to our school and graduated with the rest of us. They
both played on the baseball team. They were built solid and both of them
just wore white briefs. They both had red hair and a smattering of hair on
their belly that led right to a thick red bush of pubes. They instructed me
to lay down in the tub. They pulled their seven inch cocks out of their
briefs and started to spray me.
     "Lift your arms up." Donovan said. I did and he washed out my pits.
     "Open up and drink my beer piss" Davey commanded. I started to drink
his piss. "Now, get up here and suck my dick."
     I got back to my knees and followed the dying stream right to his dick
and started to suck. Donovan continued to piss in my face as I sucked his
brother. Donovan's stream ended and he stuck his dick in my mouth next to
Davey's cock. I tried to suck both at the same time, but my mouth couldn't
stretch that far so I sucked on one and then the other in turn. These guys
were so hard and excited that after just a couple of minutes of sucking
them, they screamed and shot their cum. Davey shot onto my cheek and lips
and Donovan made sure to shoot into my mouth. Their cum tasted so good that
I tried to suck as much out as I could. They started to go soft and then
walked away.
     I drank more piss from hot looking guys and sucked a couple of more
off and then felt the urge to piss myself. I laid down in the tub which now
had about four inches of piss in it and I let my own warm piss fly into my
face. I drank some, but I mostly wanted to feel all the recycled beer run
of me. When I finished, I looked up and saw a guy standing over me. He was
about my height and had short dark hair. He wore a tight shirt and a jock
strap. He had a thick chest and looked like he tried to keep in shape. His
chest hair was just starting to grow in (must have been a late-bloomer)
across his chest hair and down his stomach. His legs were strong and
hairy. In the dim light I could tell that he had very blue eyes. His face
was defined with a good jaw-line.
     "Stand up." He said. I got up and piss dripped from me. He lifted his
right arm and showed me his hairy pit. "Lick my pit" I moved in and ran my
tongue through the forest of hair. "Yeah, that feels good." I kept licking,
taking long strokes followed by short ones. "Now suck on my tits." I ran my
tongue from his soaked pit to the right tit and flicked my tongue across
his hard nipple. He told me to bite on it. I gently nipped at it with my
teeth. "That's the way, just a little harder now." I clamped down with a
little more pressure and I felt his piss start to flow onto my hard
dick. He sighed in pleasure. He told me drink and suck.
     I got onto my knees and took his pissing dick into my mouth and
started to gulp his piss. I don't know what he ate or drank, but his piss
had a semi-sweet taste to it and I drank all that he had to give me. With
his thick, six inch dick in my mouth, I started to suck on his hard pissy
cock. He told me to lick his balls and I ran my tongue over his hairy orbs
and then took both of them into my mouth and rolled them around. He started
to breath hard and short and I knew that he was going to shoot. I turned my
head and opened my eyes so I could watch his cum. He started to cum, but he
didn't really shoot blasts like most guys do. The first shot went up and
landed on my nose and the rest just flowed like a white fountain from his
cockhead and ran down the shaft and to his balls where I caught it with my
tongue. He cummed buckets and I tasted every drop. Then I licked his shaft
clean. I was so taken with him and so turned on that I shot my load without
even touching my dick. I had never done that before. Then he did something
that I was not expecting. He grabbed my face with both hands, looked around
to make sure that no one was looking at that moment and kissed me, hard
with full tongue. He broke our kiss and made sure no one saw him. Most of
the guys were getting pretty soused and involved in their own slurred
conversations.
     "Thank you." He said. I really liked that...and you. My name is Rob."
He let go of my face and walked away.
     For another hour, I drank more piss and sucked more dicks and
swallowed more cum. During one intense face fuck from a guy whose dick was
about as big and thick as Moose's, I noticed Rob standing next to the
tub. I wanted to suck on Rob again and drink more of his sweet piss, but I
knew that this guy I was sucking would not let me go until he shot his
wad. By the time the guy finally came, Rob was gone. I was looking around
for him when Moose came back for more. I had also noticed that a lot of the
guys were gone. With all the beer that they had been drinking, I figured
that they had passed out in their cars or in the old house.
     "Party's almost over pig." Moose said swaggering over me. "Hey guys, "
He called. "Let's give the piss drinking faggot one last blast."
     Bill, Alex, Donovan and another guy staggered over to the tub and
pointed their dicks at me. Moose started to piss first and then the others
joined in. I had five pee streams pointed at my face and open mouth. I
drank as much as I could. I gulped as fast as I could getting every drop of
beer piss that I could swallow. Moose was the last to finish.
    "Now, suck me till I cum in you your fucking faggot mouth, you
cocksucking faggot. Moose had never been that bad before with his mouth
before. I thought it was the beer taking.
     I took his half hard dick into my mouth and started to suck on it. It
grew hard very fast and bobbed back and forth and ran my tongue around the
head. He started again with the dirty talk and was egged on by the other
four guys who were beating their meat. After a few minutes Moose started to
grunt and then let out a scream and blew his thick wad down my throat. This
was the first time that I tasted Moose's cum. It was salty, thick and kind
of rank. Somehow it appealed to me and I was glad that he had a lot. The
other guys started to shoot their hot cum onto me. Some of it hit my face,
shoulders, chest. Their breathing calmed down and they staggered off. Moose
held his dick in my mouth till he started to go soft. Then he pulled out
and said that his party was over and staggered back to his car.
     I laid back down into the tub of piss and took my fingers to pick up
the cum from the other guys and tasted each blob. I pissed on myself one
more time and then jacked off. I laid in the piss for another few minutes
and listened to the music from the radio and heard a couple of guys
snoring. I got up out of the tub and put my shorts and shoes on. My old
shirt was trashed so I just left it on the side of the tub. Even though we
were having a semi-heat wave, I was still a little cold as I dried off in
the night air. All the guys were sleeping it off and I figured I should
just find my bike and leave. On my way home, I had to pee again and just
let it flow as I peddled home. I was covered in piss anyway. What did it
matter. Through the course of the night, I managed to drink or get pissed
on by every guy there at least twice. Several times from some of them. I
also sucked off almost all the guys too.
     I arrived home at half past four and took a quick shower and crawled
into bed. I would have slept with all the dried piss on me, but I didn't
want to have to clean my bed before my parents came home.
     I had dream after dream about sucking cock and drinking piss. I woke
up with a raging hard on and jacked off. Then I rolled over and went back
to sleep again thinking of all the fun I have had since that fateful night
that Moose picked me up and made me drink piss for the first time.

THE END of Part 3

There is one more part to tell of this piss soaked tale. I know that a lot
of you are waiting to find out how the story will finally end. Part 3 will
be soon.

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them CUMMING. I appreciate every e-mail. It lets me know that I am not just
wasting time telling you this story. I figure that for every e-mail I get,
there are at least ten lurkers who also enjoy it, but don't write.  Some
tales have to be told.

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