Date: Sun, 8 Sep 2013 10:50:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: DJ <dough304@yahoo.com>
Subject: Prescription for Boy Pee Chapter 2

Prescription for Boy Pee
Chapter 2
River

So yesterday, I had my first drink of boy pee.  It was amazing how much
strength I got from it and how quickly.  It didn't last long though.  The
doctor said it would be months before the proper little boy hormones had
built up and balanced out my system enough to bring me totally back to
normal.  But, thankfully, Andre did come back today.  Yeah, his ogre of a
druggie grandmother brought him so she could get another 20 dollars.
Anyway, he was more than willing, especially knowing that a blowjob was now
part of the bargain.  And I was more than willing to give him one.  After
sucking him off and then jacking myself to a frenzy while sucking the sweet
boypee right out of his 10-year-old black pole, I felt that strength come
upon me again.  I used it to take a shower – the first full-length,
standing-up, regular shower I had taken in forever.  It was awesome.

And so now, here I am wondering if I will get any more boys.  The
literature said the more boys you could drink from the faster the cure.  Or
maybe it would just be Andre.  But would he keep coming back?  Every day?

Deep in thought, I jumped a little when the phone rang.  It was a woman, a
mother to be more specific, who had seen one of my internet ads and gone to
the website.  "I spoke about it with my son," she said excitedly, "and he's
more than willing to provide his urine for you.  He's a beautiful little
boy," she continued, "he's 9, but he's in the 2nd percentile."  There was a
pause as she waited for my response.  I had none.  I didn't know what she
was talking about.  "That means, that he's very small for his age," she
explained.  "He looks more like he's about 7, or maybe even 6."  Ooohhh!  I
took a deep breath and started rubbing my crotch.  He was already sounding
wonderful.

"His name is River," she said, and I let out a snort as I fought to stifle
a laugh.  "Are you alright?" she asked.  "Fine," I said, "I just had a
little cough."  I guess the irony that her son was going to pee for me and
was named "River" escaped her.  Anyway, the name made perfect sense as she
went into a big spiel about how they were into everything natural and
thought how wonderful it was that something produced in her son's body
would be a natural cure for me.  I could just picture her type –
Caucasian for a start (what else?), long straight hair, wears plaid, grows
her own herbs – and one of those people who will buy into anything that
has the word "natural" attached to it.  Southern California was full of
them.  As she went on, it turned out that she taught at the university –
social work – of course.  But her husband worked from home with his own
computer business and he would bring River by tomorrow afternoon.  I made
sure she knew how to find me, and we said our goodbyes.

I felt so good.  I didn't know which feeling to feel though.  I felt good
that my life-saving supply of boypee was expanding and that I had a
definite dose coming the next day.  But I also felt hornier by the minute
as I thought about drinking from this little boy – I bet he was nice and
thin, too (all the boys from the "natural" families were) AND...he looked
like he could be SIX!  Ooooohhh, I bet he was sweet!  I could hardly wait
until 4:00 o'clock tomorrow.

The next day, I made sure I had on a big t-shirt that would cover my groin
as I fully expected to get a hard-on when I had my young visitor.  But
then, all my t-shirts were huge now as I had shrunk so much.  Anyway, the
knock on my door came promptly at 4:00.  I hobbled to the door and opened
it.

The man at the door couldn't help but let out a short gasp when he saw my
hollow cheeks and emaciated frame.  But that's okay, because hopefully it
covered my own gasp when I looked down at the phenomenal child before me.
Oh fuck, he was beautiful beyond my expectation!  The father wasn't bad
either.  "Hello, I'm John," he said offering his hand as he quickly
recovered from the shock of seeing me.  Actually, it was probably good that
I looked like death warmed over.  It assured people that this was all true
and not a scheme to molest children.  I shook his hand and opened the door
for them to enter.  "Sam," I heard myself say.

"And this is River," he said when I had closed the door.  River's head was
not very far above his father's waist and he had it turned, more-or-less
buried in his father's side.  In fact, he had his whole body turned, his
arms wrapped around his father and practically his legs as well.  "River,
c'mon, now, son," his father said as he pried the little boy off of him.
"Shake hands with the man."  He managed to get the little fella disengaged
from him and aimed toward me.  With his eyes fixed on the floor, the boy
held up a limp hand which I took for a second.  "Listen," I said, already
feeling embarrassed for all three of us, "if he doesn't want to, he—"
"No," the father interrupted, "he really does want to – or at least he
did last night," he said, looking down at his son.  "He was excited about
it – excited that he could do something to help you."

Well, I have to say that I was pretty excited about little River too.  As
much as I didn't want to embarrass him, my hardening cock said that I
really wanted to see him naked – and drink from him.  He was so
beautiful and at the same time what I expected while different from what I
expected.  He was wearing a button down dress shirt in stripes of mild
pastel colors, and white cotton long trousers.  The leather designer
sandals on his small sockless feet were just like his dad's.  He had long
blond hair, and I mean long.  Parted in the center, it came all the way to
his shoulders.  Still, he had boyish features on his thin, handsome face,
with just a few freckles across the bridge of his nose.  His eyes were a
clear light blue that made him look innocent and sincere.  Sigh.  Oh, and
he was tan – very tan.

"Um, why don't we just sit down and chat a bit?" I ventured (I had to sit
down anyway).  "Okay," said John.  "River," I offered, "I have a bowl full
of candy and snacks on the kitchen table.  You can help yourself."  That
brought his eyes quickly up from the floor as he turned and looked at his
dad for approval.  Dad nodded.  River gave me an excited, questioning look
and I pointed in the direction of the kitchen.  He scampered off and
returned shortly with a big, chewy candy bar.  "Can I have this, Daddy?" he
asked.  Oh fuck!  Thankfully they were looking at each other and not at me
when he spoke for I know I shuddered.  I know my face must have given away
my cock throbbing.  I mean his VOICE!  His little, high pitched,
boy-soprano, gorgeous "daddy"-saying, little-boy VOICE!  If I wasn't in
love, I was definitely in lust!  Oh Man!  Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh man!  So
sweet!  Like candy!  Like syrup!  Fuck!  I tried to keep from panting.

Okay...anyway... His father nodded his approval for the candy bar.  "But
don't tell your mother," he said.  The slight boy nodded his response and
tore open the wrapper with a huge smile on his face.  "I think he'll come
around in a bit," his father said, while River walked around the room
looking at books and things.  "He's home-schooled, so he doesn't meet as
many people as other boys his age might."  "Home-schooled?" I asked, trying
to keep up a normal conversation among all the perverted and wild feelings
I was having.  "Yup, he just hangs out with his old man all day, don't you
honey?"  "Mm-hmm," came the mouthful-of-candy-bar response.

"But I think he'll do it," continued his dad, as if River wasn't there, "I
mean, he's naked at home most of the time, and he's sees his mother and me
having sex regularly, including blowjobs, so I really don't think
that...um..."  He must have seen my eyes bugging out in total...total
something.  Was it shock?  Lust?  Fuck!  Did I just hear him right?  "Did I
just hear you right?" I managed to say hoarsely.  "Oh, you mean about the
sex and the blow jobs?" he said matter-of-factly.  "Yeah, you heard me
right.  Did I go too far?  I'm sorry, but I guess I figured if you were
going to be sucking on his cock in a minute that it wouldn't shock you to
know that he had some experience with that.  I thought it might make you
feel more comfortable – more relaxed about it."  Gosh, he was so
sincere!

"Experience???!!" I said, a little louder but still having to squeeze out
my words... "do you?... do you all and him... you know..."  "Oh, you mean
incest?" his father said casually.  "No, we don't do that."  But he said it
so calmly and so lacking of judgment – as if he thought it was fine for
other people to do that, but they just hadn't gotten around to it at their
house yet.  "Well, we only have one bed," he clarified.  "We all sleep
together.  That's the primitive way – nature's way.  We feel it's
healthier for River to grow up bonded to us and unashamed of sex or his
body.  I mean, what is more natural than sex?  I mean, what is more natural
than urinating when you get right down to it?"

Oh shit!  I don't know what this guy was smoking but I hoped it didn't wear
off any time soon.  And if all he was saying is what it meant now days to
be "natural" then, where do I sign up?!

I was so lost in horny thought about the things he was telling me that I
had zoned out for a second and had almost forgotten that River was right
there with us in the room... ready to... well, was he ready?  He had
finished his candy bar, anyway.

"C'mere, son," said his dad.  River walked over and right up to his dad,
his skinny little body standing in between his father's knees.  "So,
honey," his father said lovingly, "you think you're going to be able to
help the man?"  The boy shrugged his shoulders and was quiet.  "Well, he
really needs your help, and it would be very nice of you," the father said
gently.  The entire time he was talking to him, he was rubbing the boy up
and down, with both hands on his sides, from his thighs, to his armpits –
including the boy's hips which as you know, are part of the butt!  Hmmmm!

There was a moment of quiet and River leaned into his dad, so that their
foreheads were touching as they both bent over at the neck.  "Will you do
it too?" River asked softly.  "Well, I don't think the man needs my pee,"
the father said.  He looked over at me and I shook my head to say "no" I
didn't.  "It's boy pee he needs," the man said.  Oh Mommy!
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!  Somehow just hearing those words come out of this
guy's mouth – words so bizarre, so obscene, really, and to be said so
lovingly while he rubbed his young son all over: "it's boypee he needs."
Fuck, I didn't know whether to cry, faint, or rip off all my clothes and
attack them both with my horny mouth.  I was shaking, I know that much –
glad that I was already leaning back in my chair.  I adjusted the bottom of
my shirt to make sure it was covering me properly.  Sigh...  At this point
I was so charged up that I'm not sure I would survive if they got up and
left.

"I can get naked with you," I heard the father say, "will that help?"
SHIT!  Was I dreaming???!!  Having to concentrate just to see straight, I
looked over and saw the little lad nod his head.  FUCK!  I think it was
really going to happen!  And I'd get to see the dad as a bonus!  Now I
didn't really tell you about the father.  The father was really young
looking, I mean, if River was 10 then John was likely in his early 30's.
But he looked young enough to be a college student.  Like River he had long
blond hair, only his was tied back in a ponytail.  His eyes were more of a
hazel color, but very big and warm with long eyelashes.  He was also tan,
but not nearly as much as River.  His skin was flawlessly smooth, not just
free of hair but smooth and beautiful in the same way his little boy's was.
Also, matching River, he was very thin and very short – no more than 5
foot 6 if that.

I couldn't believe my eyes (or my good fortune) when he backed River up
from him and reached down to pull his sandals off (like his son, he wore no
socks).  He too was wearing a button down – pink pin stripe, and he made
short work of it – having it totally unbuttoned and off of himself in
seconds.  Then he unceremoniously stood up and undid the belt of his cotton
blue trousers and shoved them down along with his shorts, and stepped out
of both.  Now he stood before us, totally, fuckin, stark, butt naked!  And
oh, man!  While not quite as beautiful to my boyloving eyes as the little
boy who was his son, you could see where River got it.  I mean, the man was
basically hairless except for just a small bush around the base of his
penis.  I had more hair than that by the time I was 14.  His cock – that
was beautiful too – small and sticking out over a small pair of hairless
balls – about 2 and a half inches, if that.  He was cut.  Oh, and he had
no tan lines whatsoever.

I heard myself panting and willed myself to slow my breathing down lest I
draw attention to my horniness.  But seeing him naked, I couldn't believe
the beauty of this man – and now that I saw him all – with his small
cock and small, slender, hairless body – oh fuck!  He looked like a
teenager.  I don't know what age to say – 17 maybe?  Fourteen?  Fuck, he
looked young!  He looked illegal!  He looked like a boy!  Inside, I was
drooling.  Inside, I made him 14 (just like I made River 6).  I would
pretend.  My cock told me to.

"Okay, mister," he said to his son, totally relaxed having just stripped in
front of a stranger in a strange apartment – "your turn now!"  And he
sat down and pulled the little boy onto his lap.  River gave no resistance.
John took his time and calmly undid the straps on each of the little boy's
sandals, letting them drop to the floor.  Then, while nuzzling his face
into the top of his son's blond head, he undid the shirt buttons one-by one
and slid it off of his back.  I was able – just – to keep from making
another out loud noise when I saw River's chest.  But I know that my
breathing picked up and my eyes got wide.  He was beautiful!  And so tan!

It took everything in me to keep myself from grabbing my crotch and
jacking, when I saw the man's hands go to his little son's crotch.  It was
like watching something in slow motion as he unbuckled the belt, then
unbuttoned the button.  I heard the tantalizing sound of the zipper coming
down.  "Lift up," the dad grunted as he pulled Rivers pants and underwear
down past his hips.  I think I got a glimpse of his underpants – I think
they were bikini style and light blue.  Sweet.

Down, down, down the pants came – down those slender, tan, hairless
legs, passed the tiny feet, off and "plop" onto the floor.  I know I was
panting now but I couldn't help it.  Maybe they would put it up to my
illness.  And then...

And then...

He stood...

"Wow!" I said.  Oh FUCK!  That was out loud!

His father was giving me a quizzical look.  "I didn't expect him to be tan
all over," I said, thinking quickly.  It's true, I didn't, but that was
only a small percentage of my "wow."  I mean this boy, I mean... standing
before me now in all his naked glory was one humongous fuckin' WOW!  I felt
myself shudder as I sucked in my breath, trying to keep my sanity.

Even with his clothes on, I knew he was beautiful – knew he would be
beautiful naked.  But I wasn't prepared.  I mean... WOW!  He was so slender
but not skinny.  None of his bones stuck out.  He had a thin flat stomach.
No pecs but you could see where his chest was a little bigger than his
stomach.  His arms, legs, torso, hips, everything had a delicacy to it –
a delicate shape that looked like it had been carved in marble.  And his
tan.  His lower stomach, even his dick, was every bit as tan as the rest of
him.  And how to describe his tan.  It was gorgeous.  Not brown or bronze,
not too deep, not weathered looking, just a beautiful glowing tan –
maybe a hint of orange even.  I don't know.  I only know I wouldn't have
changed a thing.

His dick.  Ahhh...  Not circumcised, of course (natural, remember?)  About
an inch and a half long, thinner than my little finger, and just enough
foreskin to close up over the tip.  It was so suckable; so peeable; so
drinkable. So... it was perfection!  I wanted to make a plaster cast model
of it and sleep with it.  And his balls.  Where were his balls?  Barely
visable, tiny marbles, drawn up in their hairless tan sack, with just a
hint of pink in the tan.  I stared.  I know I stared.  I dropped out of my
chair to the floor – on my knees, then down into a sitting position –
ready.  Oh MAN was I ready!

"Go on," his father said gently.  And little River, seeming at ease with
his nudity now, gamely stepped up, put his hands on his hips and actually
jutted his cock out at me – towards my waiting mouth.  SHIT!!!  I had to
close my eyes.  I could feel them rolling back into my head.  I clutched
the nap of the rug and fought to stay vertical as I nearly blacked out.  I
slowly opened my eyes: I was ready.  I was so ready – ready to wolf him
down like a wild animal.  But that wouldn't do.

"He's got to check you over good, River," I heard the voice of his father
saying.  Oh yes, I forgot about that.  I was supposed to feel all over his
private parts to look for stubble – just to make sure someone wasn't
playing a trick to try to get money.  The pee was only medicine if it was
pre-pubescent.  I looked up to see him lifting up his arms over his head.
So I could check out his armpits, I guess.  Oh fuck!  So white against his
tan skin – so pure looking.  I wondered if ever in a million years I
would be able to put my tongue on a private place like that.

"OK," I heard myself say.  It was hard to believe I could still talk.  My
hand was trembling so badly, I had to use my other hand to steady my wrist
as I watched it going toward the prize.  His package.  His groin.  But
those are such grown-up sounding words.  No, I was about to touch his
peepee.  To fondle this little boy.  And to do it legally.  And right in
front of his father.  His naked father.  FUCK!  This can't be real!

But it felt real.  Ahhhh...I shuddred again as I found my fingertips in
contact with the base of his awesome boyrod.  I held it, felt all around
it, felt all around his balls.  Smooth as could be.  So nice.  I tried to
say "OK," but couldn't quite get it out so I just looked at him and twirled
my finger in the air.  "Turn around, honey," said his 14-year-old, smooth,
naked, small-dicked little Daddy.  My head was spinning.

AND THEN THERE WAS HIS ASS!!!!  Oh fuck!  I had never seen such a
beautifully colored ass!  So small and tight and sticking out so far on his
slender frame and so pert and looking so masculine and boyish looking.  And
like the rest of him it was that beautiful, slightly orange, medium,
glowing tan.  A glowing ass.  I had never seen such a thing.  I pictured
him lying down and me rubbing oil all over it, getting it all wet and
slippery and shiny – making it truly glow even brighter.

"Bend over and spread your cheeks for him," his father said.  Fuck, I could
never imagine hearing such a thing!  Out loud!  From a father to his son!
In front of a stranger!  Inwardly, I screamed my guts out while my eyes
popped out of my head.  Outwardly, I held it together – barely.  His
hole.  OOOOHHHHHH!!!!  Of course as the deep crevice in his little behind
got deeper the skin got lighter – until we got to that part where the
sun doesn't shine.  Oh Fuck!  It was a little wrinkled line about a quarter
of an inch long, surrounded by more wrinkled skin – the muscle of his
anus.  It was pink.  I mean pink!  Like a carnation!  Like a beautiful
sunset!  Once again, I had to inwardly scream – scream at myself to not
faint and fall over right into his ass.  I took 3 good deep breaths
(letting my exhales come out onto his spread open little ass).  My cock was
painfully throbbing, as if it could break in two.

"Okay," I managed to say, barely audible.  He let go of his cheeks and they
sprung back together, then he stood up turned around and waited.  There was
a pause, like we were waiting for someone to tell us what to do next.
Nothing was said.  Once again, he put his hands on his hips and jutted his
bald little crotch out at me.  AAAHHH!!!  I could not hold back.  With way
too much energy, I dove onto it, sucking that amazing little peepee into my
horny mouth with a loud "slurp."  I thought I heard a little "oh" sound but
I'm not sure if it came from River or from his daddy.  It didn't come from
me.  I was already making loud, passionate, and constant "Hmmm!" sounds as
I went crazy on his dick.  I was sucking him like mad!  I knew somewhere –
somewhere in the depths of my horny brain that that was not what I was
supposed to do.  But I couldn't help it.  It was a reflex action.

But hearing my sounds of pleasure, John must have thought I was getting
what I wanted.  "Are you peeing for him, son?" I heard him ask.  Fuck!
Everything I hear coming out of this guy's mouth is so ridiculously obscene
– adding to my mad horniness!  "No, Daddy," he said, squeaking out his
words as his own lust was starting.  "And my penis is getting an erection!"
he cried in his delicious 6-year-old-sounding piping voice!  And it was!
Oh fuck – it felt fantastic in my mouth!  It went from this soft little,
almost pencil-thin (but wonderful) cylinder into this fat, chunk of hard
meet – a full, fun, throbbing two and a half incher now, the foreskin
pulling back to uncover the head.  I pulled off.

"Sorry," I said, now panting my guts out, "I guess I got carried away."
Then, I let out an actual cry, almost breaking into tears when I saw the
result of my work.  It was sticking almost straight out but up at a little
angle – and the marble-sized head, like his asshole was pink!  Carnation
pink!  I couldn't stand it, I collapsed onto the floor, weak from lust.  I
managed to make myself fall sideways, still keeping my tenting shorts
hidden from their view.  I was a gasping mess.

"I don't think I can pee now, Daddy," said little River.  "That's okay,
son," said his father, but his voice sounded lower now – raspier.  "Just
let him suck on you until you feel ready to pee – it will be okay."  And
then: "You better lie down."

WWWHHHAAAATTTT???!!!  Did I really hear that right?  Was this father
telling his son to let me blow him???  River dutifully laid down near me,
lewdly (to me, but not to him I'm sure) spreading his slender legs, one on
each side of my head.  He leaned back and propped himself up on his elbows,
watching me.  Waiting.  I was starting to recover to a more normal
breathing rate; but my mind was going a billion miles an hour.  I looked
over and saw River's cock - beautiful, the pink head still revealed,
popping out of the now pulled-back foreskin.  It was sticking straight up!
Oh shit, I saw it flex!  It was calling to me.  I started to slide my body
over to it, like a soldier on the ground.  But man – could I just
actually suck him off???  I looked to his father for approval.  His eyes
were glazed over, and his dick was now standing straight up in its full
hard six inches.  Ohhh... I shuddered yet again.  Still not believing what
was happening, I looked up from his dick and met his gaze.  He gave a nod.
Permission, and then, "do it," he said lowly, almost in a growl.  An order.

I felt like I was in one of those movies – in a scene where someone or
something is calling to the character and everything around is spinning and
yet the character is drawn forward without actually walking – just
slides – is pulled.  That's how I felt: pulled.  Pulled to that tiny
erection!  Pulled to that sweet little peepee!  Pulled to this gorgeous,
tan little kid.

My thoughts and emotions were crashing together.  On some levels, this was
like my first blowjob on a boy.  Yes, I had sucked off Andre and we both
loved it.  But he had a truly man-sized dick at 6 inches.  And although
sweet, and 10-year-old sized in body, he wasn't nearly as small and as
innocent looking – or acting, as little River.  Oh fuck!  I was almost
crying as I slid over the rest of the way – crying in lust, in joy, in
disbelief.  Then: "Slurp!"

I sucked in his mad little penis with a loud noise.  It just happened that
way, but I love the sounds, and it occurred to me that if his
14-year-old-looking daddy was getting into this, I might as well put on a
show for him too.

Trying to make as wickedly lewd sucking sounds as possible, I slobbered all
over his little boy-tool, just staying still and licking and sucking, and
also going up and down a bit as I found the strength.

I heard a gasp from his father as I continued with the sexy noises and
little gasps and slight "oohs" from the young child whose center of boyhood
was in my mouth.  I could feel him moving slightly under me.  Still
sucking, I aimed my eyes up to see his little head thrashing from side to
side, the sun-bleached blond hair already getting wet with sweat.  "Hmmm!
Hmmm!  Hmmm!" he piped out in that precious little boy voice.  Oh!!!  I
couldn't take any more.  Weak from the effort, and weak with lust, I let my
head start to slide down him, letting his little penis pop out of my mouth,
then resting my head on his smooth spread thighs, I gave his tiny ball sack
a lick, then sucked it in.  "HHHMMMM!" he squeezed out a high squeal this
time at this surprising new and wonderful stimulation.  I jerked in another
shudder, almost a sob as my brain continued to explode in disbelief at what
I was experiencing.  Yes, I had dreamed about it but there are dreams that
will come true, like a new car, and then the dreams you know you will never
get.  So I was now living a dream I was sure I would never have.  Living it
legally (sort of) and well, with the approval of his father who would
obviously never tell.  FUCK oh FUCK oh FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!  Again, I sort of
choked out a shudder/sob into his bald little crotch.

I sucked in a gentle rhythm, at the same time, barely licking on that
little thread that goes up between the balls.  "Oh Daddy!" he cried out.
"Does it feel good, son?" the father choked out, his words thick with
lust."  "Uh-huh!" was all the boy could say as he gasped for breath.

But I was a sick man (I mean physically, this time) and my head was feeling
so heavy trying to put out so much effort in all my weakness.  I had to
back off and let it fall down between his thighs, my chin now resting on
the floor.  I heard a little sigh – a sigh of disappointment come out of
young River.  Buoyed by his horny response, I inched forward and pressed my
face to his hairless spread, my mouth under his balls now.  Sticking out my
tongue and pointing it, I managed to tantalizingly stimulate him, again on
that thread coming out of his ass up to his little balls.  "Oh!" he half
shouted now, in glee, and again in surprise at what were still more new
feelings for him.  "Oh Daddy!" he cried out again.  "UMMM!" it was me this
time, so fired up in horniness that I had to make some noise myself.

He was slamming his little hands onto the carpet now, thudding on the
floor.  SHIT!  It made my hard cock throb and pulse, even though it, too,
was smashed into the floor.  I continued this for a couple of minutes,
pushing myself past my limit of endurance at the sounds of his little
squeals, as well as the heavy breathing and occasional grunts I heard
coming from above me on the couch.  But it was too much.  I had to take a
break.  Literally, a second before I was going to stop, little River's
precious bald crotch just went up and disappeared from me.

I don't know what happened.  Utterly exhausted, I just let my face fall
into the rug as I lay there, panting.  Perhaps a minute went by when I felt
enough strength had returned for me to move.  I rolled onto my side, then
pushed myself up into a sitting position.  The sight that met me almost
sent me reeling to the floor again.  The only reason I didn't is that every
ounce of me screamed that I was not about to take my eyes off the sight
before me.  Before me was... River's... hole...

Perhaps, thinking that as I kept getting lower on River's crotch meant I
wanted to go still lower, his father had apparently grabbed the little boys
ankles and flipped his legs over, so that now, the sweet little child's
legs were over his head, his butt raised, his cheeks spread, his asshole on
display.  "Ohhhh!" I shuddered and my noise was out loud, was very loud and
obviously lustful.  I couldn't see River's face, only his tiny, tan, spread
ass.  I looked up and saw on his daddy's face a look of tremendous lust,
mixed with an intense questioning look toward me.  "Do you want it?" his
eyes were saying – as was his still very vertical hard-on.

What to do?  I was so weak.  But this!  This was the opportunity of a
lifetime – an opportunity of the millennium.  In no way, shape or form
could one make the case that this was remotely connected to drinking the
boy pee.  Sucking a boy to get the pee out and his just happening to have
an orgasm before the pee started coming?  Maybe you could get away with
that.  But this?!  Rimming?  I mean RIMMING???!!!  But there it was!  There
was the horny little daddy, offering to me his little boy's ass!!!!

"Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" I was so blind with lust now that I was letting out these
loud "Oh's" with every breath I took.  But I was so weak, I didn't know if
I could move.  "Help... help me... help me get leaned up against the
couch," I finally, just barely managed to say.  Abruptly letting his sons
legs go and flip back over and hit the floor, John almost jumped across the
room to grab me under the armpits and drag me over to the couch.

I sat there a moment, panting from the effort, madly perving on naked
River's body, his still shiney-wet and throbbing penis, as well at his
beautifully-teen-looking father whose erection was now just 2 feet from my
face.  "Get... get his behind up to my face," I managed to say.  Again,
with swift, forceful, and lustful action, John jumped over, grabbed his
tiny child by the ankles, and practically yanked him over to me.  In doing
so, he literally slid his son's naked body up mine then flipped the boy's
legs back down, so that now, River's shoulders were resting on my thighs
and his upside-down back was pressed against my reclined chest.  His little
blond head was in my crotch, literally smashed down onto my still throbbing
penis.  And his ass was right in my face.  His spread ass.  His open ass.
OH FUCK!  His WINKING ASS!!!!!

I looked down to see his little cocklett still madly throbbing, and every
time it did, his tiny, tight pucker would open, just enough to give me that
tiny glimpse into his insides.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw
movement, and looked over to see John playing with his cock.  Then I looked
up to see his horny gaze lewdly fixed on his little son's obscenely
displayed asshole.  "OH!" I moaned out loud.  I couldn't believe this.  I
mean I really couldn't.  I had to take a moment and take it all in.  And
then, why start rimming right away when the view I had at the moment was so
tremendous?

I slid my hands up his bare sides and onto his tan ass cheeks.  Oh man!  I
shuddered again.  I felt like my cock would explode.  I had never touched a
boy ass at all until yesterday, and to be exact, up until now, I had only
touched the hole.  Not the cheeks.  Cheeks.  I mean CHEEKS!  I MEAN CHEEKS
YOU MOTHER-FUCKERS!  I'M HOLDING ONTO BOY CHEEKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"OH!" I practically screamed out loud in ecstasy.  They were amazing.
Soft, smooth, firm, small, squeezable, kissable, lickable.  Somewhere, my
body found another bit of adrenaline, and I bent my face down and kissed
the crown of the little guy's ass.  "Yeah," I heard his father say under
his breath.  That made me even hornier.  And I still couldn't believe I had
a tiny, 6-year-old sized boybutt in my hands and with my faced pressed into
it!  Sweet!

I sucked in a big chunk and licked it, even put my teeth on it a little
bit.  I went to the other cheek.  River was letting out little humming
sounds at my ministrations.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the
14-year-old looking dad-boy still jacking his cock but gently now – I'm
sure he didn't want to cum yet either.  I started licking around – all
over at first – it was amazing!  I pulled back to see what his golden
tan ass would look like all shiny with my slobber.  Again, amazing!  I was
breathless.  Wet with sweat.

I went back to licking, starting toward the center.  I was almost afraid to
go there.  Some part of me just didn't want this to be over.  Some part of
me was just hesitant for whatever reason to cross this new line.  But most
of me was afraid.  I mean, this scene had already been so intense for all
three of us, I wasn't sure what would happen when my tongue made contact.
Would we all go insane perhaps?  But my insane horniness took over and
drove me toward the center.

Yet still dragging it out, I took my time, making circles with my tongue
and slowly working my way in.  And then, "Oh, fuck it!" I thought to
myself, "I can't wait any more!"  And suddenly I smashed my face into his
candy center, wrapped my moistened puckered lips around his amazing tight
little hole, and simultaneously sucked his entire pucker while I stabbed at
the entrance with the tip of my tongue.

"Wh... wh... wh..."  That was all little River could get out as he beat his
boy fists onto the floor and bucked his ass up into my face like he was
having some kind of wild seizure.  "OH!" I heard the dad exclaim and
noticed he was jacking his own fuckstick harder now.  With a thud, he
collapsed from his standing position to sit on the floor next to his son
and I.

"WHOA!!!" River finally got out a whole word – if that was a word.  He
kept screaming and shoving his little behind up into my face so his hole
could meet my wet tongue.  "Oh yeah!  Oh yeah!  Oh yeah!" his masturbating
father kept saying.  "WWWHHHHAAAAHHHHH!!" screamed River, almost as if in
terror as his more relaxed hole started opening and allowing my mouth-snake
to make more and deeper entrances.  SHIT!!!!  I was beyond horny - crazed
with lust to the point that I surely would cum without touching my cock.
But add that to the fact that River's head was writhing around in my
crotch.  I think the only reason I didn't cum is that some mechanism in me
just willed it to not happen lest it scare my young toy away from this
awesome position we were in.

"WWWHHHHAAAAHHHHH!!" came River's screams over and over, and then,
"DADDY?!!"  "WHAT SON?" his father screamed back, as deep in lust as we
were.  "I think..." River said, panting, "I think that thing's going to
happen!!"  "You mean an orgasm?!" cried his jacking dad.  "Y... YES!!!"
cried the little boy.

Once again with crazy speed, the small dad jumped into action.  Grabbing
River by the arms he pulled him roughly so that the slight child slid down
my body and was whipped right out of my clutching hands and stabbing
tongue.  I just looked bewildered at him as if to ask why he took such a
precious thing away from me.  "He might pee!" said his father to me, as if
reading my mind.  "Get down and get your mouth on him so you can get his
pee!" he cried, still shouting in excitement – his dick still rock-hard.

I just let myself fall onto my side with my head near River.  John grabbed
River's skinny leg and threw it over my head so that I was now in River's
crotch.  Then John, who was quite strong for his size, lifted up the top of
my body by the armpits and pulled, setting my head right down onto River's
bald little boy crotch.  It all happened so fast, I could hardly get my
bearings.  Still, as I saw that sweet boy cocklett coming to my face, I had
the presence of mind to open my mouth and slurp it in as my head landed on
its intended target.

"WWWHHHHAAAAHHHHH!!" screamed out the tyke as I started sucking on his tiny
tool.  I had no strength left whatsoever.  I couldn't move an inch.  I
don't know how I was even breathing.  So I just sucked.  Not hard as one
has to be gentle on such a sweet little boy peepee.  But hungrily, I
sucked.  Lustfully.  Happily.  I was delirious.  I did finally manage to
move my arms up over his legs and slightly grip him at the waist – his
wonderfully smooth, impossibly small waist.  My brain was exploding.  If
nerves and brain cells and synapses firing and all that is electrical, then
there must have been enough electricity being produced in my brain to power
all of Los Angeles.

I could feel River's little peepee staring to throb a little more.  "OH!
OH!  OH!" he was crying out now.  "Yeah!" the dad kept saying in a low,
almost wicked sounding growl.  He had collapsed back against the couch now
and was still jacking but barely – he must be close.

River's 2+ inch boyhood was starting to pulse more rhythmically now.  So I
started to suck and release my sucking action on his mad tool in the same
rhythm.  "AAAHHHH!!!" he screamed and started bucking his hips at me.  It
was working!  "DDDAAAA – AAAA – AAAA – DDYYYY!!!!" he wailed,
sounding almost like a crying puppy.  "It's okay, honey!" his father cried,
shouting as if trying to be heard above a storm, "Just let go – let your
body do what nature wants it to do!"

"HHHMMM!!" I myself could not help but let out a scream as I was being
overcome with my own lust; my cock, smashed into the floor under me was
still throbbing like crazy.

And then: "AAHH!!!  AAHH!!!  AAHH!!!" came the shrill screams from River's
tiny vocal chords as with each scream, he bucked his crotch up into my
face, almost lifting my head up off the floor each time.  "IS IT
HAPPENING?" screamed out John.  "MM-HMM!" I virtually screamed in reply
into River's hairless pubes.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw John's
hand franctically flying up and down now on his meat.  "HHMMM!" I screamed
again into the bald boy crotch, almost crazy with lust.

With each wild scream from River there was a mighty pulsing in his
boy-stick as it tried to push out a load that wasn't there.  But feeling it
– having my mouth totally engulfing that precious little jewel and
feeling the whole thing – all that masculine power there – from such
a little cock – from such a little boy!  "HHMMM!" I screamed again amid
River's punctuated, horrendous cries.  "SHIT!  FUCK!  YESSS!!" screamed
John as his own crazy cum overtook him.  His legs were bucking and slamming
into the carpet as he moaned and groaned in his convulsions.

River gave three more mighty throbs, thrusts, and screams, and then a few
seconds went by.  Then half a throb with a grunt.  And then there was just
panting.  I just laid there, on top of him, in a total state of collapse.
No longer sucking, but his already deflating little peepee still in my
mouth as I panted hugely, right in time with my young charge.  "Oh, Daddy!"
swooned little River.  "Oh, Daddy!" he sighed again.

"Did you like that son?"

"Oh, YES!" and then his father let out a little chuckle.  "Okay, son," he
said, "can you give Mr. Sam your pee now?"  Oh FUCK!  Again, hearing shit
like that come out of a father's mouth to his son – it just about pushed
me into spontaneous orgasm.  Then remembering how Andre's stream had been
so strong and choked me, I managed to open my mouth around the little
cocklett and say, "Slowly."  "Okay," I heard from the high, breathless
voice as I sucked my lips back around my prize.

And then, not even a second had gone by when I felt something warm and wet
starting to fill my mouth.  "HHMMM!!" I cried out in ecstasy.  It tasted so
good!  It was so good – the whole thing!  Tasting it, drinking it,
swallowing, knowing where and who and what it came from.  River was giving
me his essence – not his cum but something much bigger, greater, longer,
even life-giving for me.  And it was coming into me – to be digested by
me – through the body part of him that represented his boyness!  Again,
the only word I can think of is ecstasy.  "Hmmm," I said now, less with
surprised joy and more in relaxed, happy, horniness.  "Wow," I heard his
father whisper.  And River, too, was breathing harder, making little
"mmm's" and sighs.

What other words can I use?  Delightful?  Intoxicating?  Mind-blowing?
Wonderful, marvelous, taking me to a new place, life-changing...?  All of
the above and more.  Oh River!!  I'd like to say that it seemed to go on
forever.  Actually, for a small boy bladder, it was quite a wonderful dose.
Knowing how excited his mom was about this whole thing, his parents
probably made sure he was primed full of water this morning and he probably
really had to go even when he got here.  I swallowed over and over, loving
every gulp, swallowed like a baby who had missed his last 2 bottles.  It
went on for a minute surely, then a good deal more.  I don't know.  But it
was tremendous.  I mean, in truth, it was one of the best moments of my
life on so many levels.

River's pee.  River's boypee.  Oh.  I think I'm in love.  If only they
would take me home with them and I could feast on both of their nakedness
all day and drink from the fountain of River every time he had to go.  I
got so caught up in the thrill of the moment and magnifying it with the
dreams in my head, that I almost didn't notice he had stopped.  Yes, there
was a lessening of the flow, then a trickle.  Then a stop.  Then a few
drops more, I think.

"Are you done, son?" I heard his father ask, his tone still low, as if he
had not fully returned from that place of crazed lust we had just all been
in.  "Mm-hmm," sighed little River, also sounding as if he were still far
away.  "Well, I guess we can be on our way," said John quietly.  But
neither River nor I made a move.  I was still holding his precious boy
peepee in my mouth.  Still thrilling on it, still savoring – savoring it
and the whole experience we had just had.  I wished it would never end.  I
was too far gone to speak, not weak so much as unable to put thoughts into
words.  I managed to hold up my hand and spread my fingers.

"What, five?" said the nice young man, "are you saying you want five
minutes?"  (Gosh, he was smart!)  "Mm-hmm," I said into River's crotch,
still gently holding his boydick in my mouth.  "Okay," the dad said.  And
he slumped back against the couch, again letting out a sigh of happiness
that made it clear he was in no hurry either.  "Are you okay, River?" he
asked.  "Oh, YES, Daddy!" he purred, "this feels really nice!"

So, all satisfied, we just basked on the floor in silence – in the
afterglow.  I don't think it was even 5 minutes.  It was probably more like
2 when I felt that surge of strength pushing through me.  It must be how
Superman feels when he gets away from the kryptonite.  I finally pulled off
of that priceless little boycock, then sat up with a speed that surprised
even me.

"Wow!" said John, "you really perked up!"  "That's the idea," I said.
"Wow," he said again, "you look so much better – way better than when we
got here.  How long will it last?"

"Only about 15 to 30 minutes," I said.  He looked so sad, the poor guy.
"But I just started like three days ago," I added.  "It takes a long time
to build up in the system, but several months down the road I should be
totally back to normal."  He smiled at that and looked very relieved.

"So, River, did you like all that?  You wanna come back?" John asked.  "Oh
yes, Daddy!  I want to come back!" came the enthusiastic reply.  "What was
it like having your pee drunk?" asked John, "was that cool?"  "Yes, Daddy,"
said young River, "it felt very nice – you should try it."  "I know,
son," he said, "but I can't get your mother to do anything like that with
me."  John had gotten up from the couch and reached for a tissue to wipe
the cum off his chest.  He paused and looked over at me.  "So it has to be
boypee, huh?"  "Yes," I said, "When they hit puberty then the hormones are
different in the urine, so it won't help me."  Little John looked so
disappointed.  Did I tell you how nice and sweet he was – both to me and
his son?  Did I tell you how beautiful and handsome he was – and how
smooth and young looking – could pass for a 14-year-old boy?  Sigh. Oh,
John, and then...

"But it won't hurt me!" I almost shouted out with my still ever-increasing
energy.  "And I like the taste, I really do!  You see, my body is craving
urine so much that it has switched my taste buds around until I think it's
the best tasting thing in the world!"  He paused.  I know he wanted to do
it.  Was he thinking about his wife?  "Go ahead, Daddy," came the high,
angel voice from the tan little tyke.  "Oh, what the hell," said the dad as
he stepped over to where I was still seated on the floor.  Just like River,
he jutted his crotch out at me.  So obscene and yet still somehow, from
him, so innocent.  And he was so gorgeous – no hair anywhere except a
bit at the base of his cock – thin frame, crazily thin waist, beautiful
medium tan – no tan lines.  His cock in this soft stage was about the
same size as River's was hard – about 2 and a half inches, almost half
propped up on his small but slightly forward placed ball sack.

"Oh," he said, probably thinking I was pausing because of all the cum on
his crotch, and he brought his hand down to wipe it with the tissue.  "No,"
I said, my hand shooting up to catch his.  "Let me."  So, now full of life
and energy, I lewdly slurped and licked all the cum from him – out of
his crotch hair, off of his stomach, from his balls, even a spot I saw on
his thigh – everywhere except on his actual cock – I would suck that
cum off of him in my mouth.  "I think you're all clean now," I said to him
looking up.  He had a big smile on his handsome face.

Going in slow motion, I leaned forward, opened my mouth, and sucked him in.
A still naked little River came over to watch up close.  Oh man!  Having
the daddy's little "peepee" in my mouth (and imagining him in my dirty mind
to be 14) made me so fucking horny.  And now I had all this energy from
River's pee to fuel my horniness.  Remember, I had not cum yet.  And my
cock had never gone down.

By reflex, I reached up and grabbed him by the hips, taking half of his
small narrow asschecks in my hands.  His hands swooped onto my wrists and
clutched them tightly, I thought at first to pull me away.  But instead, he
pushed in, pushing my hands even further into his sweet young ass.  He let
out a little gasp.  Then another.  Then a sigh.

Then it started.  The pee.  The pee came – came out of this little
"14-year-old boy's" cocklett into my horny drinking mouth.  The moment he
started, he let go of my wrists and grabbed my head, pulling me into his
crotch, but in a gentle, almost loving way.  It was sexy and horny and
intimate and... SHIT!  I had to jack off!  With my hands now free, I shoved
my shorts down and went to town on my cock, jacking wildly while he filled
my mouth with his tremendous tasting nectar.  It was stronger than River's
but wonderful – like the difference between sweet, refreshing soda pop
and a fine wine.

"Hmmm" I again found myself screaming into a male crotch as I now jacked my
cock like mad.  I was determined to cum before he finished peeing – to
experience my insanely pent-up orgasm while he was still giving me his
fluid.

"Ah!  Ah!  Ah!" he half sighed, half cried, grabbing my head tighter –
reaching around and grabbing at the back, pressing me to him, grunting now,
his body curling over mine as he got off on releasing his juice into me.  I
wasn't sure if I had it in me to be able to cum and still stay upright but
it was now or never.  I had been a second away from cumming for the last
half hour, so it only took a few seconds for me to start my explosion.
"HHMMMMM!!!" I virtually shrieked into his crotch, as my loins started
madly squeezing out the sperm that had been kept at bay.  "HHMMMMM!!!" I
screamed again, over and over as huge waves of orgasmic pleasure engulfed
me, causing my cock to throb as if it were trying to shoot bombs.  "Wow," I
head from River's little voice.  "Oh!" cried out the still peeing John,
knowing what I was doing and knowing it was because of him and his boy.
"Oh!" he cried out again lustfully, and still peeing, I felt his dick start
to grow in size.

"HHHMMMM!!!"  I screamed again, and then, "Mmm-Hmm! Mmm-Hmm! Mmm-Hmm!" the
stifled, half-groans, half-screams punctuating each of the thrusts of my
ass as my entire body continued to flex to squeeze out its seed.  Finally,
I stopped and little John was still peeing!  Just...  In a couple of
seconds the flow stopped.  He still held tightly to my head.  A little more
pee.  A big spurt.  Then with a huge sigh, he slowly released my head,
stood up straight and backed away.  "Wow!" he said with a sort of dazed
smile on his face.  Even though he had just cum a few minutes ago, his cock
was half hard again.  "I told, you, Daddy!" piped little River.  "You were
right, Son!" said his father, tousling the boy's hair.

Well, so that's that.  Nothing really left to do.  Without words, they both
reached for their shirts and were dressed in no time, designer sandals and
all.

"Thanks for giving my boy his first orgasm," John said to me, looking me
straight in the eye, "not many fathers get to see that."  Gosh what a
strange, I mean, okay I will say, what an "unusual" guy.  "Go give the man
a hug and tell him, `thank you,'" said John to his son.  River practically
ran the few steps over to where I was sitting on the floor, leaned over (he
didn't have to lean far) and threw his arms around my neck in a big
squeeze.  "Thanks for sucking my penis," he said, "it was great!"  I kind
of choked at hearing that.  Then he let go of me and kissed me on the
cheek.  Now I was choked up.  And my new-found energy was already starting
to wane.  John also came over, looking at me with glowing eyes.  First, he
tousled my hair, as he had while I was drinking from him.  Then he leaned
down and echoed his son's kiss by planting a second one on my forehead.
Nice.

"So are we coming back again, Dad?" said River.  "Same time next week?"
asked John, looking at me.  I nodded.  "Can we do just exactly the same
stuff again – just like we did today?" asked River urgently.  "Exactly
the same stuff again?" John asked, looking at me.  I nodded my head
vigorously.  "Well, okay, then, Son," said his dad as he swept the little
boy up into his arms, and carried him to the door, "just don't tell your
mother."


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