Date: Mon, 4 Jan 1999 19:16:40 CST
From: gaystories@bigfoot.com
Subject: "Pete's Pee-05"  (t/t WS)

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Pete's Pee (5)

Guess who this is?  Yeah, right, it's me  again. I think it's time to tell you
about a really awesome thing that happened to me as I learnt about 'fun with
pissing'.  You remember last time I said about when my mate Derek had taken me
to a school changing and taught me about sniffing unknown boys jockeys, with
their amazing mixture of scents, before kissing me with his mouth full of my
piss.  Well, to tell you the truth I wanked off on that memory for over a
week, sometimes three or four times a day. What hadn't helped was that the day
after Derek had given me a plastic bag - a present - he'd called it and when
I'd got home I'd found it contained the jockeys he'd been wearing when we'd
been in the changing room.   Course the first thing I did was sniff them and
almost came in my pants when I smelt the mixture of his strong piss mixed with
his musky boy cock.  So from then on every time I wanked at home I had this
wonderful piece of clothing pressed tightly over my nose and mouth as I pissed
into my hand before rubbing my dick furiously as I sniffed Derek's emissions.
I'd really though that there couldn't be many things left that Derek could
show me, especially as he'd told me he didn't know anyone else at the moment
who got off on piss like we did.   That really sucked as one thing I had
started to fantasise about was to be pissed on by a boy I didn't know but
obviously that was something that couldn't happen very easily.  I'd even
mentioned it to Derek but he'd just grinned and said nothing so I'd accepted
that this was one dream that wasn't going to happen.  Boy was I wrong!!

Just over a week after the changing room Derek slipped up to me as I was
leaving school and told me to bring a set of spare school clothes and a towel
the following day.  I asked him why but he just tapped his nose mysteriously
and told me to wait and see. Well you can imagine how I felt all evening,
puzzled, excited and horny as from previous experience Derek's 'surprises'
usually meant me having a massive cum and piss.  I took ages to get to sleep
that night and in the morning couldn't wait to get to school, first having
carefully stuffed spare shirt, grey trousers and jockeys into the bottom of my
bag. I didn't see Derek when I got to school so I had to sit impatiently
through boring lessons until morning break when I saw him crossing the
playground towards me.  After checking I'd brought the change of clothes he
told me to go to the changing hut at the end of the sports field at lunchtime.
I said I would and then stood bewildered as he gave me some more, rather odd
instructions.

"When you get there go into the toilet and get in the cubicle by the wall.
Push the door shut but don't lock it and take off your blazer, shoes and
socks.  Then stay there until I give you the nod".

"But what. ." I started to say before Derek butted in.

"You'll hear other people coming into the bog but don't worry and don't move.
Trust me Pete.  It's going to the most awesome experience of your life so far,
I promise"

Well I'll tell you, this left me more bloody confused than ever but, as you've
probably already guessed, as soon as the bell for lunchtime sounded I was off
out the building and around the side of the playing field until I reached the
changing hut. It wasn't really a hut, as such, as it was made of brick and as
well as two changing rooms had a separate shower and toilets.  It wasn't used
during normal gym lessons, just when the school had a sports fixture against
another school. I went through the entry door and made my way to the toilets
which I entered. They were different from the ones in the school as instead of
individual urinals there was just one long, narrow trough along one of the
longer walls with a drain hole at one end.  The floor was rough stone, like
many outside changing rooms and a row of cubicles occupied the wall opposite
the trough.  Doing what Derek had instructed I went to the cubicle farthest
from the door and went in.  Putting my bag beside the white ceramic bowl I
removed my blazer and hung it on the peg behind the door. Then I slipped off
my shoes and socks and waited anxiously, the stone floor cold against my now
naked feet.

I seemed to be waiting ages but it was probably just a few minutes before I
heard the faint sound of voices which gradually got louder as their owners
approached the changing hut. As I heard the front door swinging open and
footsteps coming towards the toilet I hardly dared breath but when I heard the
toilet door opening and the sound of several boys entering I nearly fainted
and hoped that Derek knew what he was doing.  Just then I heard his voice.

"Ok, welcome to the first school 'accurate pissing competition' - round one. I
know you all know the idea but I'll just run through the rules again. You will
see I've stuck two sheets of paper on the wall behind the trough and you'll
also see there is a space of around five feet between them. In order to
qualify for the net round you must piss towards the trough but only in the gap
between the sheets. You must piss until you are empty and must not wet the
paper sheets. And of course, you'll be blindfolded. Anyone who pisses on
either sheet of paper or to the wrong side of them will be disqualified.  Any
questions".

I could hear some of the others laughing and then an unknown voice spoke.

"How can we know if we're aiming right if we're blindfolded?"

"Before you put on the blindfolds you will be able to take a position where
you imagine you will be able to piss accurately when we start.  Once everyone
is satisfied with their stance the blindfolds will be fastened and then, when
I give the word you will get them out and start pissing.  When any of you
finish your piss you will remain standing still until I decide everyone had
finished and then you will put them away, zip up, remove your blindfolds and I
will announce the successful qualifiers." 

"Shit Derek, you're a bloody laugh, mate.  I mean who else could have thought
up such a weird competition"  I heard someone say, in an amused tone.

"It'll be a laugh", came another voice.  "Certainly different and not really
kinky as none of us will be seeing the others pissing, except you mate and you
don't get off on that sort of thing do you".

"Bloody right I don't", came Derek's voice.  "Anyway I'll be too busy checking
the wall to make sure none of you have a crap aim.  If there are no more
questions will you take up your preferred position".

I could hear feet shuffling and guessed the boys were doing just that. By now
I'd realised that Derek was going to let me watch a group of other boys
pissing and the thought was getting me hard, although I still didn't know why
I'd needed a change of clothing. The shuffling sounds had stopped now and
Derek's voice echoed around the room again.

"OK, put on your blindfolds - and remember, I'll be checking them so no
cheating"

Now there were more strange sounds and I could hear Derek as he walked along
checking the blindfolds and muttering approval as he did so.  Finally there
was silence.

"Right, I've checked all your blindfolds and am happy you'll all be pissing
blind so prepare to start the competition on my signal.

Now as he was saying this last bit Derek had crept over to my cubicle, pushed
open the door and beckoned me out.  As I entered the main area of the toilet
my cock got completely hard as I saw a line of six, blindfolded, grey
trousered and white shorted boys standing in a short line facing the centre of
the wall containing the trough.  I was just wondering where Derek wanted me to
stand to watch when he grabbed me and gently guided me forwards until I was
standing right in the centre of the trough wall.  His hand pressed on my
shoulders and not wanting to make any noise I allowed him to push me down
until I was lying on my back along the edge of the centre of the trough. From
this unexpected position I could see the line of boys facing me and suddenly
knew what was going to happen!

"Right, then. Let's start", Derek called out from his new position at the far
end of the wall.  "  Unzip and get them out".

As I watched, entranced, six hands took hold of six zips and slipped them down
with that familiar, erotic noise and then as patches of white cotton appeared
in their fly holes they slipped hands into jockeys and pulled out a wonderful
variety of boy cocks.  I lay on the floor staring at this wonderful sight,
six, admittedly almost limp dicks, pointing straight at me and I noticed two
had no skin over their shafts.

"Start pissing" ordered my friend.

And they did.  I watched, fascinated and anticipating the net few minutes as I
saw the six boys clasp their cocks firmly and clench their buttocks until,
almost at once six streams of yellow piss started from their piss slits and
quickly travelled the distance between them and me.  Now I could feel the
streams hitting me, starting to make damp patches right up my body from my
knees to my face and my grey trousers and white shirt got damper and damper.
The boy on the end was aiming straight at my face and I moves slightly and
opened my mouth so his hot, acrid piss stream started spattering  my lips and
into my eager wet mouth.  All the boys were in full stream now and were moving
their cocks slightly from side to side, still keeping within the paper sheets
on the wall but soaking my clothes as their piss streams continued pouring
from their cocks.  I could feel warm piss on my chest and dribbling through my
trousers and the thin cotton of my jockeys until my rigid dick and hairless
crotch was covered with warm, golden urine. The acrid, smell was all around me
now and I drank greedily from the stream spattering my face.  I noticed that
not all the boys' piss was exactly the same colour, some was light yellow,
some dark and one was almost clear.  I also noticed that at least two of the
boys now had hard ons but were still managing to keep up a strong piss squirt
across the few feet onto my clothes.

By now I was rubbing my hands desperately over my soaked clothes, rubbing the
piss full material against my wet, body and my stiff cock pressed
uncomfortably into my piss warm jockeys.  The piss was still flowing
wonderfully and I don't think I could have been wetter if I'd jumped into a
river fully clothed!  I squeezed my cock hard with one hand and rubbed the
other over my clothes then on my face so I could get a better smell of all the
different boy's piss  now saturating my whole body. My tongue lapped at my
hand each time it reached my lips with another piss selection and as I tasted
the wonderful mixtures and smelt the pungent aromas I really wanted to get my
dick out and wank it, irrespective of the pissing boys just a few feet away,
but I knew that would be really pushing it. 

The streams of hot urine were unfortunately starting to dry up now and I
realised that this incredible experience was soon to end but I was determined
to make the most of it so I got to my knees as quietly as I could, not that
easy when your clothes are drenched with the piss from six boys and I was sure
they could hear the slurping noises as I moved - but there was no sign of
this, the six cocks still pissing towards me but with less force.  Tentatively
I moved forwards on my knees until I was just two feet from the line of boys
and the nearer I got the more the piss streams splashed against my clothes and
face.  A couple of the boys were aiming in such a way that their urine was
brushing past me and hitting the wall behind the trough but the other four
were still aiming right at me and I leant forward just enough to bring my open
mouth in line with one boy's flowing piss slit and as my mouth filled with
his strong, yellowish liquid I swallowed greedily, feeling the hot piss
sliding down my throat. For some reason two of the others decided to change
their position slightly and all of a sudden I had three lots of hot piss
filling my mouth.  It's hard to describe the taste of the boys mixed pee as it
filled my mouth and dribbled down my face despite me swallowing as quickly as
possible.  I my eyes fixed on the thin  yellow rivers coming towards me I
noticed that now three of the boys had hard ons so maybe they were turned on
by the thought of other people pissing beside them.          

Now the piss flows from all the boys were coming to an abrupt end and almost
in unison they dwindled to little yellow spurts.  I knew they'd soon be
finishing off the competition so I reluctantly got to my feet and squelched
quietly - with some difficulty - back to the cubicle where I'd hidden.  I
flashed a look at Derek who had a strange, almost glazed look on his face and
I saw one hand was squeezing his trouser crotch that was covering an obviously
rampantly hard cock. As the cubicle door closed behind me and I stood their,
reeking of boy piss, my saturated clothes making small puddles on the cubicle
floor I heard Derek bringing the competition to a close, telling the others to
shake, put away and zip up and then he said they could remove their
blindfolds.  As he was going through this procedure his voice sounded hoarse
and when he announced that all six boys had qualified for the next round they
responded with a cheer.

"Tell you what, Derek", I heard one voice, "I never thought a pissing
competition could be so much fun.  When's the next round?"

I was surprised to hear the others agree with similar enthusiasm and more
surprised to hear Derek tell them it would be soon."

"Great.  Just let us know when.  And will you think up something else next
time. Maybe give us smaller target or something".

"Don't worry", Derek replied. "I'll see you later, just got to check
everything's OK in here."

I heard the others leave the toilet talking excitedly as they did so and then,
with some relief I heard the outer door of the changing hut close.  Almost as
soon as it did so the door of my cubicle was pushed open and a flushed Derek
grabbed my urine covered shirt and pulled me out into the main toilet. He
pulled me tight against him rubbing against my pissy clothing as his tongue
licked furiously over my face and into my mouth, licking at what remained of
the piss that I had earlier been swallowing so eagerly.  His hands were
undoing my shirt and as it opened started rubbing against my piss slippery
chest before dropping down to my drenched trousers where they slipped open the
clasp and pulled down the zip. As the now heavy grey material slipped part way
down my legs Derek dropped to his knees and buried his mouth into my pissy
cotton jockeys at the point where my dick pressed against them.  I could feel
my cotton covered, damp shaft sliding into his mouth and he started sucking on
it wildly, drawing the cooling fluid donated by the other boys out of the
material into his mouth whilst at the same time causing stupendous feeling in
my groin. One of his hands was now pressing into the back of my jockies.
Forcing the wet material into the crack of my ass until he was pressing
against my jockey covered asshole with one finger. I thrust further against
him as the finger probed wildly and, summoning up all my will power, tensed my
thighs and ass until my willing bladder started to release my own steaming,
golden stream through my jockeys and into his mouth.  I felt fucking amazing
as he sucked my pissing dick though the cotton as he probed my asshole harder
with his finger and I could also feel my crotch warming again as the piss he
couldn't swallow in time was forced back through the material into my crotch. 

The overpowering smell of piss that was totally covering me, together with the
vacuuming mouth at my crotch and the finger at my asshole was just too much
and I felt my cock jerking wildly as I started cumming, still pissing into
Derek's mouth. Even whilst I was still going through an intense orgasm Derek
stopped his actions, urgently pulled me down to the ground and then, kneeling
over my face, facing my  throbbing, jockey covered dick he pressed his lovely
smelling, clothed boy crotch against my face and started pissing hard.  As I
felt his trousers rapidly dampen and then start leaking his fresh, hot piss
over my face his hands were at my jockeys, pulling them down and allowing my
still pissing, orgasming cock to spring free. He knelt down and buried his
mouth over my piss spurting organ and sucked frantically as I, just as
frantically, wrapped my hands around his ass and pressed his piss soaked
crotch as hard as I could against my mouth, lapping at the wetness as it
soaked rapidly  through the course material. Just as I thought my massive
orgasm was ending Derek's manipulations of my cock coupled with his piss now
filling my mouth started me off again and I bucked hard against his face with
the intensity of this second cumming.  

I'd thought the last experience had been mind blowing enough but compared to
this - no contest and as I felt my dick start to slow its second throbbing
movements I thought I was in heaven.  Christ two orgasms in a row!!! I lay
there, covered in piss and watched happily as Derek suddenly left my jockey
covered crotch and stood up, turning to face me as he  hurriedly undid his
piss dripping trousers. As they snapped open he ripped down his jockeys, now
dark from his urine and dropped down onto my chest.  His stiff throbbing cock
was still pissing when he grabbed it and started wanking as fast as he could,
his warm flow spattering my face as I watched his foreskin slipping rapidly
over his cock head. In only a few seconds he closed his eyes, his breathing
quickened and with a groan he started jerking his whole body as  gobs of
white, creamy spunk spurted from his piss slit and spattered over my face.
Quite a lot went into my mouth and as I tasted the mixture of Derek's salty
cum and the remnants of the piss from, now seven, different boys and smelt the
overpowering aroma of boy urine my cock rapidly hardened yet again and I
grabbed my friends slippery hips as my third orgasm spread through my body.  

Finally we finished our joint, mind blowing cumming and Derek collapsed beside
me, still panting hard. We lay in a pissy heap, every part of me and my
clothing drenched in wonderful boy piss, some of Derek's spunk making trains
down my face as it slid slowly to the floor. 

Now I knew why he'd told me to bring a change of clothing and was glad there
was a shower in the changing hut - an afternoon of lessons in a uniform
reeking of boy piss and cum might have provoked the odd comment!!!

To be continued . . . .          

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