Date: Tue, 7 Jan 2003 19:59:35 +0000 (GMT)
From: Jon Himus <jhimuswrite@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Taking First Piss (watersports)

TAKING FIRST PISS.  (water sports etc.)
By JonH

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TAKING FIRST PISS

I don't even know what it is, 'hydra' something - whatever it is it fucks
me right off.  I'm making 11.60 an hour to trim bushes and mow lawns at the
Ludlow's and they've got me spending almost an hour a day lookin' after
these damn flowers.

I'm 23 and the way I figure it with the experience I've had with
horticulture I deserve more than 11.60.  I admit it was in hydroponics and
all I ever grew was pot but in my book it still counts.  Fuck em'.  Undoing
my zip I ease out my cock, the sting of pubic hairs sweated around the
balls means I gotta me nimble with my fingers but once I got that soft cock
head of mine between my fingers I let go a strong stream of piss right onto
those flowers.  Aiming the stream right at the roots I watch and love the
way bubbles of mud and piss build up around the stems.  I love this.  Quite
revenge, the only way to do it I reckon.  And I love pissing.  Not all the
time, in the mornings I just piss without a thought but sometimes like now
I piss and it seems kinda different.

In my head I get a memory of those times in Jonathan Bink's garage.  I have
to piss higher up the stem of the flowers as my dick kinda rises up and
stiffens.  We weren't fags or anything it's just that we both knew the
destructive power of urine on the flower beds so we used to get tanked up
on beer and then fill plastic bottles with piss then carry out piss raids
on people gardens late at night.  Back then he was 18 and I would've just
turned 20, he moved away with his family almost three years ago.  We had
our own bottles to piss in but in the race to fill em' without pissing on
the garage floor we had to pass em' around n' stuff and sometimes we'd be
sloshing piss around and we'd get piss on our hands and whenever we handled
the bottle you never knew whose piss was who's and it'd spill on our shoes
and pants as we snuck into various yards.

Crouching down next to the flowers I pretend to be gardening but I decide
to jerk off at the memories.  When we got piss on our hands we'd usually
just wait 'til it dried but as we got used to it a few stray drops or
splashes we never minded licking off.  As we told each other 'it's just
piss'.  I'm not gay but maybe he was abit I dunno.  On the night before he
was due to leave I went round to his garage to say good bye and he was in
there stark naked.  He was holding the bottle under his dick and filling it
with the usual bubbling piss and acting like nothing was unusual, sure I'd
seen his dick but never his whole body, it blew me away and I didn't know
what to do.  I was too nervous to piss myself and when he'd filled the
bottle he handed it to me with a strange look in his eyes.  I dunno what he
expected me to do.  Like I said we weren't gay.  "It's a going away
present" was all he said then he kinda flicked the few last drops so he
knew they'd hit my leg!  I bolted for the door, I was nice and friendly but
I needed to get outta there.

I was real spun out and my heart didn't stop thumping until I lay on my bed
and tried to figure out if what we'd been doing all this time was a come on
to something more.  I mean I liked to watch Jonathan piss but I never
touched his dick or looked at his arse.  That night I'd set the bottle down
beside the side bed and when I reached for it I could still feel some of
the warmth of his body.  I undid the bottle top and sniffed at the
contents.  I then snuck into the bath room, got undressed and stood in the
shower holding the bottle.  I dunno what it was in me but I then tipped the
whole lot onto my head, it streamed through my hair and run and rivers down
my body and the drops that collected on my lips I licked with my tongue.
Again my heart was thumping not knowing what this meant but from the rock
hard erection between my legs I figured it was something.

That was years ago now and the opportunity to do anything more never comes
up.  I've had girlfriends, one semiserious but the whole guy piss subject
is something I jerk off to real quietly to on certain occasions.  A guy
pissing isn't a sex thing so I figure it's....whatver.  The cum lands on
the Ladlows prized flowers and stuffing my cock back into my trousers I go
get the mower.

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JULY

The pub was crowded, too crowded for what I like but seeing as I was here
with coworkers from the council I knew I couldn't just up and leave.  I'd
only started work as a gardener a month ago and Friday night drinks were a
ritual according to the supervisor so being new I sat it out until the
mixture of beer, noise and smoke got too much and I had to pike to the
toilets for a breather.

The toilets were barely less crowded so going through a rear exit door I
came to a small courtyard, empty except for a skip piled with cardboard
boxes and plastic bags.  The air was thick but the garbage didn't smell too
bad and it was good to get some silence.  Looking up at the gray clouds
made orange from street lights I didn't notice my coworker Dale at first.
He was the same age as me but had been working at the council two years.
He seemed to be having a great time back at our table so I wondered why he
was out here.  Still holding his pint of beer.

"How are you tonight Jim?"  He had a formal way of speaking, every word was
spoken clearly and with that accent of his.  He was from some Eastern
European country but I couldn't be bothered trying to remember which one.

"Good thanks, tah"

"Very crowded tonight"

"Yeah, very.  Not a bad place though" It was a shit hole but I thought I'd
be polite seeing as Dale had made a point of making me feel welcome in the
job.

"Yes.  Every Friday night I come here.  Are you enjoying the job?"

"Yeah, I am.  Big gardens though, I mean big parks, alot gardening to be
done"

"Yes"

In the dim light I saw it in Dales face.  That strange look Jonathan Bink
gave me, like I was supposed to do something or say something.  I felt my
cock move slightly.  Things fell silent for a few moments, if it wasn't for
the sounds from the pub the situation woulda' been real awkward.

"The people appreciate it in their way.  Although not all.  Maybe they like
the gardens for the freedom and privacy"

"Yeah, I guess" I'm not thick but couldn't see what he was getting at.

"They piss where they want.  You saw that guy last week, thinking he was
alone just pissing away like it was a toilet"

I knew what he was getting at.  We were working near the gate when a young
guy walks to what we call the hill and suddenly he stops and starts
pissing.  No big deal he was just taking a piss where he thought no one
could see him.  It was a decent stream to it went on for almost a minute.
I moved my leg slightly to adjust the swelling between my legs, Dale
must've seen me watching.

"He pissed alot that's for sure.  Speaking of which I better go to the
toilet myself" As soon as I said that I regretted it, I didn't know what
was happening here but I didn't wanna bolt off like last time.  So I kept
standing there.

"Very crowded in the toilets tonight.  Have you got to piss badly?"

"Yeah, real badly" I started to fumble around with my fly to see what he'd
do.  He didn't look right at my crotch but he didn't take his eyes off my
either.

Dale then tipped the rest of his beer from his pint glass onto the wall of
the courtyard.

"You better piss in this then don't you think"

He held it below my crotch and I pulled my cock free. the semi hardness
made it look bigger than it really is which I liked.  Seeing as my bladder
really was ready to burst I dropped my cock head into the glass and let go
a stream.  At first it bubbled and frothed right up the side of the glass
and ran down onto Dale's fingers but he didn't move.

By the time the piss had filled the glass high enough that my cock head was
submerged I was able to regulate my flow.

"I better stop now, I got more but it's gonna overflow" I looked down at
the bubbles glinting in the street light.  Dale did the same.  I'd filled
it half an inch from the rim.

"The glass feels almost hot", I could see the shine of my urine on his
fingers as he held it up "and you say you have more.  What'll we do now
Jim?".

"I guess we could drink some."  I blurted it out, I hadn't thought about
what I was saying but I'd kinda excited myself by saying it.

Dale held the wet glass to my lips and I inhaled the warm beeriness of it,
the steam off my own urine made my cock jump awake.  Tipping the glass I
began to swallow my own piss, slow at first but when Dale sharpened the
angle of the glass I was totally drinking it.  Drinking my own piss!!

"Beautiful" was all Dale kept saying.

Pulling the glass from my lips he dropped it down to my crotch and
maneuvered my growing dick into the glass.  He did it so fast and with such
a light gentle touch that it took a few seconds to realize that that was
the first time another man had touched my penis.

Letting go the rest of my stream I soon filled the glass to almost the same
level.  Again Dale held the glass high.

"Can I have a drink of your piss Jim?"  Without waiting for an answer Dale
started to gulp it down, rivers of the stuff ran from the corners of his
mouth as he throat contracted wildly, piss was soaking his shirt but he
didn't seem concerned, he seemed to be almost dribbling onto himself.

Finishing at all off he held the empty glass to his side and before I had
time to react he'd slammed his piss soaked lips onto mine.  The first time
I'd ever kissed another guy and all I could taste was my own piss!!  A
weird fuckin' night, but I wasn't goin' nowhere!!

"Jim, you come and meet my friends tonight" Dale breathed as he licked spit
and urine from his lips.



A few minutes later I waited in Dales car while he stood outside the car, I
was wondering what he was doing when he got into the cabin and handed my
his pint glass, this time full of his own bubbling pale yellow piss.  As
the car lurched onto the road piss spilled from the glass and soaked the
front of my shirt.  I didn't care.  Fuck what this means I thought to
myself, fuck it all.  Raising my glass to no one in particular I held it to
my lips until I felt the burring tang of urine coating every bit of my
mouth.  Gulping it down as we hurtled along unknown streets I let it
dribble down my cheek, throwing my head back I gargled Dales piss in my
throat before taking one last gulp of every drop from that glass.

"Show me you cock Jim".  I pulled the almost full erection from my jeans
and showed him my circumcised schlong.  The slit glistened with pre-cum.
At the traffic lights Dale smeared it with his thumb before sucking his
thumb clean.

"Show me yours" With one hand on the wheel Dale barely slowed as he yanked
his shaft from his trousers, he wasn't cut but the foreskin could be pulled
back any further.  the sliminess of the tip was tasted clammy and salty to
my tongue.  I was gonna squeeze some more pre-cum outta him when we shot
into a parking spot out the front of a large block of apartments.

Dale pressed the intercom and a voice OK'd us and buzzed us through.

Both of us had huge bulges in our crotches as we rode the lift up to the
tenth.

"This friend a' yours is loaded"

"Some kind of corporate law I think" Dale mumbled as he wiped his thumb
along my lips.

On the 10th floor we knocked on a large door and a late twenties Arab
looking guy opened the door a crack.  Taking me in with a hard look his
face went kinda soft and friendly when Dale said I was OK.

"This is Emur, another fucking lawyer I'm afraid" Dale said with a smirk.
Emur was unshaven but in that rich kinda way.  He was wearing nothing but a
shirt, I noticed the cufflinks in the dull light.

Dale began to unbuckle his trousers and as soon as the waistband was loose
Emur pulled them just below the firm but fat arse cheeks.  Dales body
bucked slightly as Emur's finger felt around the arse cheeks.  When Dales
head dropped back in a groan I knew he was getting fingered.

"Always sweaty your arse young Dale."

Dale turned his arse cheeks towards me.  "You wanna see my arse Jim?"

Dropping to my knee's I looked closely at the pimpled chubby arse cheeks of
my coworker.  dale then pulled the cheeks apart and I saw the raw brown
flesh at the inside of crack.  It did smell but it looked clean.  Then a
stream of piss from Emur's cock landed in the small of Dean's back and
began to flow wildly into the crack before running down his legs and
soaking the trousers around his ankles.  I had to drink this.

Angling my head between Dales legs I held my mouth open just below his
balls.  Letting the piss soak my face and hair I then opened my mouth and
let the run off from Dales sweaty arse crack fall into my mouth until the
gurgling gagging sound was all that echoed in the hallway.  Rubbing his
inner thighs I can't the rivers of piss flowing down into his trousers.
Before finally the flowed stopped.  Sliding on the piss wet tiles I raised
my head and kissed Dales arse hole.  My lips right on the place where he
shits but now it was so damn clean.

Dean and me then stripped down to our socks and followed Emur down the
hall, our hardons swaying we both reveled in the small of each others
bodies.  I knew without even touching my cock I was close to cumming and
Dean had a string of pre-cum hanging from his.

Emur then opened the door onto the bathroom.  Standing in a huge empty bath
was a young black guy, lazily playing with his semi-hard cock as he watched
a skinny young guy pissing hard onto a fat blond guys face as he knelt down
before him.  Sitting on the side of the bath was a guy around 19, he held
his long soft dick in his hands and stared at.

When they heard us enter they looked our way.  Dean pushed me gently over
to the bath, the black guys name was Michael and young guy staring at his
cock was Colin but when Dean mentioned the other guys names I didn't really
hear as Colin's cock started to piss.  Aiming at his own face he started to
bath his lips in piss.

While this was going on I went over to Michael who hadn't left the bath and
cupped his balls in my hand.  I figured the first cock I suck may aswell be
a black one so I drew it into my mouth.  Colin slashed a stream of piss
across my body.  The head of Michael's cock rested on my tongue, I could
feel it growing so guessed I was gonna be drinking jizz any soon enough.

Someone was fingering at my arse hole but I was too engrossed in cock
sucking to turn my head.  The next thing I felt was a mouth suctioning onto
my cock.  I'd never been sucked off by a guy before but whoever it was knew
what they were doing.

The familiar hotness of piss was suddenly being directed at my arse crack,
prising apart my arse cheeks I could feel the person aiming their stream
hard into my bowels.

Michael's cock then exploded in piss, I gagged and coughed, splattering his
crotch with his own piss but I held firm and started to gulp.  Straight
from the black cock I drank my throat contracting wildly.  Someone had put
their lips to my arse hole and it felt like they were sucking out the piss
that'd just be shot there.  The suctioning of my cock grew in intensity.

Michael held my ears and pissed like a bastard down my throat.  The young
guy Colin was under my face eagerly lapping at the drops of piss that ran
from my chin.  I gulped the sour burning urine as it soaked my guts.  The
mouth of my shaft sucked harder and harder on my piss slit until with a
buck of my body I started to blow into the persons throat.  Michael's flow
began to stop just as I sent rope after rope of jizz down into someone's
guts.

As soon as the piss stopped Colin's cock began to harden in an instant,
pulling my head back I then dropped back onto the shaft until I tasted the
sourness of pre-cum.  The only sound in the bathroom was the 'gluck gluck'
that my suctioning mouth made.  Dean's face then appeared out the corner of
my eye.  As he watched the black shaft sink between my lips asked if I
needed to piss.  I needed to.  Not disturbing my rhythm on the black bar I
waited until I felt the flick of Dean tongue on my softened cock then when
I felt the head clamped between his lips I let go.

Just then Colin blew into my mouth.  I wanted to see a clock jizz close up
so I let the first creamy hot waves coat tonsils then pulling the spewing
shaft from my mouth let the last oozing drools of cum drop onto my
outstretched tongue.

My raw, well tongued arse hole still in the air I continued to piss into
Dean's mouth until it hit me how tired I was.  Exhausted and spent I began
to walk to a couch, my still pissing cock came away from Dean's mouth, the
stream danced along the tiles and my legs and feet as I worked to a couch
and dropped down heavily.  Cupping my last few drops into my hand I threw
the urine into my mouth, gargled and swiveled it around my mouth then spat
the creamy cum urine mix onto the floor.  Wiping my drooling lips I lay
back my head.

I had some stuff to think about.


THE END
NOTE:  I find the pics and write the stories.  If you wanna see the pics I
worked from send an e-mail to: jhimuswrite@yahoo.co.uk
(quote the story title or I won't know what you're talking about)