Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2010 22:25:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Hephaestes <hephaestes51@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lil Bro Tommy Pt 1 (urination)

This is purely a fictional story from my own imagination.  Any resemblance
to anyone living or dead is wholly coincidental. This story is intended for
people of a mature age. If you are not at least 18, or of an age considered
to be adult in your area, please leave. This story does involve people
under the age of 18. It is not meant to condone sex with any minors. If it
is illegal to read this material in your area, leave. (Adult/teen/preteen)

     My name is Don. I'm 17. I have a little brother age 12. His name is
Tommy. Dad was 21 when I was born. He's 38 now and a widower. Mom died when
Tommy was 7. Since Mom died, 5 years ago, Dad and I have become close in a
special way. I was 12 years old and just coming into puberty. I had a lot
of questions for Dad about the changes taking place in my body. He was only
33 and very good-looking. Dad was a man who'd always kept himself in shape.
     One day I walked in on him in the bathroom while he was peeing. I saw
how big his cock was, and knowing that my own cock was growing, I asked him
about cocks. He said that as men mature their cocks get bigger. He asked me
how long was my erect cock. I said that I didn't know. He asked if he could
stroke it to get it hard so we could measure it.
     I said, "Sure, as long as we can measure your's too."
     He said, "Ok." It turned out that my 15 year-old cock was almost 6"
long once Dad got it hard. He asked me to stroke his in return. I did. When
he was fully erect I measured his cock. It was almost 9" long. After that
he asked me if I liked watching him pee.
     Shyly I said, "Yes."
     Dad said, "That's ok. I've been watching you boys piss since you were
born. Were you coming into the bathroom to pee?"
     I said, "yes." Then asked, "Really?"
     Dad said, "Yes, since you were babies."
     I asked, "Did you like it?"
     Dad said, "I liked it so much that when we were alone I'd put my mouth
over your little cocks so I could drink down your sweet, boy piss. But I
haven't done it since your mom died."
     I said, "Well, I was coming in here to pee..."
     Dad said, "Would you mind if I drink it?"
     I said, "No. I think that would be hot. I've watched guys at school
peeing and have wondered how their piss would taste. Some of them have very
nice cocks." Then I dropped my shorts and briefs to the floor. Dad told me
to step out of them. When I did he took my now hardening cock into his
mouth. It took me a few moments to get use to the idea of my semi-erect
cock in my Dad's mouth, but soon I couldn't hold back. As I began to piss
into Dad's mouth my cock also began to get hard. Dad was swallowing it it
all down. Finally I finished. Dad pulled off my drained cock
     Dad asked, "Was that all right?"
     I said, "yes."
     Then I had another question for Dad, "Would it be bad if there was
someone else whose piss I wanted to taste?"
     Dad asked, "Whose?"
     I said, "Can I really tell you without getting into trouble?"
     Dad said, "No problem. Anything you want to ask me, or want to do is
ok."
     I said that I'd been spying on Tommy, my 10 year old brother, when
he's in the bathroom and that I'd wondered not only what his piss tasted
like, but also wondered about licking his tight little ass.
     I told Dad, "Tommy has such a nice ass I just thought it might be nice
to lick it all over, and to taste his piss too."
     Dad said, "You are so bold. You two have been so close since your mom
died that I'm not surprised. Tommy would probably let you do anything you
wanted to with him. I've wondered if you and he might be two of a kind -
taking after your Dad so to speak. Why don't you see what you can do with
him, how far he'll go - then let me know."
     I said, "Ok." Then I asked Dad if the next time he needed to pee would
he let me know.
     Dad said, "yes."
     "Thanks, Dad," I said, "I'd like to taste your piss too."
     The very next morning when Dad woke me to get ready for school he
asked me if I needed to pee. I shook my head up and down and said, "Yes."
He quietly led me to the bathroom so as not to wake Tommy. I asked him if
he needed to pee too.
     He said that he had needed to pee ever since he got up, but hoping
that I'd want to taste it this morning, he'd been holding it in. Then as
Dad begn to remove his boxers (all that he was wearing) he told me to take
off my pajamas and to stand in the shower. After I got into the shower Dad
joined me. He told me to squat down some so that he could piss right into
my mouth, and that if I didn't like it I could spit it out in the shower,
or if there was too much just to pull off his cock and that he would finish
by peeing in the shower. I squatted and put my lips over the head of his
semi-erect cock. Almost immediately he let go. At first it was a slow
stream and I was swallowing it eagerly. I realized that I really did like
the taste. Then the stream became stronger and was spilling out of my mouth
and running down my chest and stomach. When Dad saw it was too much for me
he pulled his still-spewing cock from my mouth. As he tried to turn away
from me I grabbed at his cock. I missed it, but it caused him to turn
slightly back toward me which caused him to end up drenching me from the
top of my head to all the way down my back. When I felt his hot piss
running down the crack of my ass I popped an instant boner.
     When he'd finished, I said, "Quick, Dad, I can't hold it much longer."
As he looked down and squatted in front of me, as I stood up, he had a
smile on his face. Dad engulfed my entire little cock. As soon as I felt
his warm mouth close around it I let go. It felt like it was the strongest
stream of piss I'd ever had. Unfortunately it was all over too soon. Dad
didn't spill a drop. As he stood, with a big grin and an even bigger
erection, he said, "Son, that was the most delicious piss I've had since
you were seven. Thank you!" Then he said for me to get the shower started
and would I mind if he bathed me.  I said, "Great!"