Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2013 13:07:40 -0500
From: blank <never.gonna.login@gmail.com>
Subject: The Dorm Urinal - Chapter 1

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I was inspired to write this after reading this news article:
http://hamptonroads.com/2011/11/toilet-troubles-add-sailors-deployment-stress-carrier

Chapter 1

When applying to college, being waitlisted is a blessing and a curse.
You're happy that you still have a chance to get in but it has some major
drawbacks. Namely, you get last choice for a dorm and you don't get any say
on your roommate. So when I found out that I finally got accepted, I was
ecstatic. But then I saw the dorm I was assigned to and I became slightly
less excited. I was assigned to Thomas Hall, not only the oldest dorm on
campus but among the oldest buildings on campus. It didn't have central AC
(in Florida!) and it was notorious for its dilapidated condition.

It did have one plus: it was the only all male dorm on campus. It was all
male because its security wasn't as modern as the rest of the dorms and, as
the theory went, fathers would never allow their daughters to live in dorms
without card key swipes. If you haven't put two and two together yet, being
in an all male dorm was a plus for me because I am gay. But even typing
that makes me feel uncomfortable. No one knew I was gay except the two guys
I had hooked up with in high-school. I didn't act gay, I didn't sound gay
and I didn't look gay. I wasn't pretending to be masculine, it was just how
I was.

I guess I should describe how I look. I'm white, 6'2" 160 lbs lean and
lanky. Yeah I was tall but I was actually the shortest guy in my family. My
dick is 7" (actually closer to 6.5" but who's measuring?) and it wasn't
particularly thick. I did have one special trait, my balls were huge and
hung down lower than my dick. One benefit (or negative, depending on who
you ask) was that I always shot huge loads. Like porn style loads. But I
was by no means a porn star or all American jock. I preferred video games
to outside games any day. But enough about me. Let's fast forward past all
the packing and goodbyes to my first day walking into Thomas Hall.

The first indication that this wouldn't be a typical college experience was
a notice posted on the interior door to the dorm. It read: "Attention all
residents. Urinating into showers is unsanitary and strictly forbidden. Any
student suspected of urinating into the showers will be reported to the
Dean of Student Affairs for a judicial hearing. In addition, urinating into
bottles or other containers is unacceptable. If bottles of urine are
discovered during an unscheduled room check, you will be reported to the
Dean of Student Affairs for a judicial hearing. Bathrooms are available
across the street at the student center."

Reading that was almost as deflating as reading I was assigned to Thomas
Hall but not for the reasons you'd think. I was depressed because over the
past couple weeks I would furiously masturbate to the thought of getting a
peek at some straight dormmates pissing in the shower. Because the only
thing that turned me on more than a straight guys was a straight guy
pissing. I had long ago stopped attempting to rationalize this kink. I can
only assume that when I was younger, this was the only opportunity for me
to see another guy's dick and therefore it became sexualized to me.

So at the time, this notice only worsened my mood but my spirits rose
(along with my dick) as soon as I walked into my dorm room for the first
time. When I opened the door, I noticed three things immediately: (1) it
felt like it was 95 degrees inside the room, (2) it smelled very musty and
(3) there was an extremely hot shirtless guy doing push-ups. That's when I
first saw Chad, the stranger who also happened to be my roommate for the
rest of the year. How can I describe Chad in words without sounding cliche?
I could tell he was tall, though not as tall as me. But he was without a
doubt more well-developed than me. He had his feet and legs on one of the
mattress and his hands on the ground doing push-ups. Even his back was
fully defined with muscles. His skin was perfectly tanned, he didn't look
like a movie star but he looked like he grew up in a sand castle. He had
real short blonde hair, almost a buzz cut, and when he looked up at me I
had to marvel at how attractive his face was. It was boyish yet spotless,
which is the only way I can describe it. Not only was his face clear of any
pimples or scars but he didn't even have a single imperfection or freckle.
He smiled at me and his smile was perfect, not forced or awkward looking.
His teeth were white and straight. I took all this in at once and needless
to say, I was completely taken aback.

He got up and approached me and extended his hand, "I'm Chad."

I shook his hand, glancing at his 6-pack before back up to his face, "I'm,
uh, Steven."

"I guess you're my roommate? Welcome to the house of hell."

I wiped my forehead with my arm, I was already starting to sweat, "Why is
it so fucking hot?"

"Our window unit was leaking and the dripping was driving me crazy so I
turned it off. I don't mind the heat so much."

He walked over to the minifridge and opened it, grabbing two beers, "Plus
it makes cold beer so much better."

He smiled again. I took the beer and, wanting to make a good first
impression, chugged half of it.

"Whoa buddy, slow down. You know the toilets aren't working, right?"

I coughed a little as I stopped chugging, "Are you serious? Well that
explains the notice on the door."

"Yeah, and the bathroom in the student center only has one urinal and one
toilet."

I didn't respond because I had just noticed the bulge in his basketball
shorts. My dick went from a semi to fully hard in less than 15 seconds. His
bulge was noticeably going down his right leg, almost halfway to his
knee. I realized I was probably staring so I looked back up immediately, he
was still talking."

"...but it doesn't bother me that much because I have a steel bladder," at
that he pretended to knock on his naval and flashed that smile again.

Chad helped me move my stuff in and we made small talk the whole time but I
was only half paying attention to his words because his body was so
distracting. I had only known him 30 minutes and he already seemed like the
most easy going person I had ever met. When we finished moving in all my
stuff, we both cracked open another beer. It felt rebellious, fitting for
our first day living away from our parents. And the temperature compelled
us to continue drinking. By beer number three, I was starting to feel a
little tipsy and I could feel my bladder start its protest. But Chad looked
completely comfortable. I looked at the window and he followed my gaze.

"Already thought of that, man, the screens are screwed in 'for our safety.'
If you gotta piss, you'll have to go over to the student center."

I wanted to impress him, I wanted to act rebellious, but mostly I didn't
want to walk all the way over there so I stood up and grabbed an empty
bottle from the trashcan. I started to unzip my shorts but I suddenly
realized Chad was staring at me with that smile. I turned around, half
because I was a little shy and half because I didn't want to get hard from
seeing Chad grin at me.

I let loose a stream into the bottle, slowly at first but it built up power
quickly. Chad started talking to me, "Hey man, now's as good as time as any
to tell you that if we're living together you're gonna see me naked. I
can't sleep with clothes on and me and my brothers were always changing in
front of each other so I don't even think about it most of the time. Just a
head's up."

Fuck, did he have to say that when I was in the middle of a piss? With that
image in my mind, my dick quickly started to harden and it cut off my piss
flow. I couldn't even think of anything to say so I remained silent and
just stuffed my dick back in my pants as best I could. I screwed the cap
back on the bottle as I turned around and Chad was grinning at me.

"Feel good?"

"Yeah man."

"Well don't let the RA see that bottle, he's a dick and he'll report you,"
he did a doubletake and looked at the bottle, "you only filled it up half
way?"

"Uh, yeah, guess I didn't have to go as much as I thought I did."

He looked half shocked and half amused, "My bladder isn't even full yet and
I bet I could fill two Gatorade bottles easily."

I could feel my heart beat quicken at the prospect. All I had to say were
two words: "Prove it."

"Ok," he stood up and walked over to the trashcan, "but if I can, you have
to deal with the bottles and empty them outside. If I can't, I'll empty
them all. Deal?"

He had already retrieved two Gatorade bottles from the trash and unscrewed
their caps. I could feel my dick straining against my boxers as I agreed to
the terms. And then, facing me and standing less than four feet away, he
lifted up the right leg of his basketball shorts a few inches and there it
was: his dick was hanging out proudly for the world to see. I couldn't help
but stare at his cock in amazement, I wasn't even seeing the whole thing
and I knew it was the longest soft dick I had ever seen. From my estimate,
it must have been close to 7 inches soft.

"Watch this," he said and then he started pissing. It was like watching a
pressure washer. The sound of his stream hitting the plastic had to be
audible in the next dormroom over. In 20 seconds flat he had filled the
first bottle.

"Oh my God, dude." I couldn't tell if I was more amazed by how big his dick
was or by how much he had pissed in 20 seconds. Chad laughed with a sense
of accomplishment as he squeezed down and stopped the piss flow right
before it spilled over. He put the full bottle on the nightstand and
grabbed the other and had just barely aimed his dick at it when he let
loose again.

But as he started to fill the second bottle, I think both Chad and I came
to the same conclusion: he was gonna need more bottles.

"Fuck dude, hand me your bottle, quick." I hastily unscrewed the cap as he
filled the second bottle but he misjudged how fast he was pissing and piss
started spilling down the bottle. I quickly handed him my half full bottle
and with a strained look he stopped his flow just long enough to take the
bottle and place it below his dick head and then it started again, even
stronger it seemed.

His piss flow didn't seem to be slowing down and I realized he still needed
something else to piss in. I started looking around for any container to
give him and I grabbed the small plastic trashcan that was behind me and I
held it out for him to take just as he filled the rest of the bottle. But
instead of taking it, he simply aimed his dick at the trashcan and kept
pissing. Not only did some of his piss get on the floor but he pissed on my
leg as he transitioned to the trashcan.

"Shit, I'm sorry man. I didn't think I could stop it a third time. No
homo," he added with a slightly nervous laugh. I didn't say anything
because I was in heaven. Not only was I watching this ridiculously hot kid
piss right in front of me but he had pissed a little on my leg and I could
feel tiny splatters of piss on my arms and even my face. Finally his stream
started to die down and eventually it stopped. Chad, acting seemingly
instinctively, started shaking the end of his dick to get the last few
drops out. More piss was landing on me and he didn't even seem to notice.

"That was...insane," I said half mesmerized.

Chad grinned at me as he dropped the leg of his shorts down back over his
dick and said triumphantly, "I told you I had a steel bladder. And before I
started pissing, I didn't even have to go."

"Alright, well where should I dump out these bottles," I asked him as he
handed me my bottle.

"Not in the trash, we may need em, so I guess either in the shower drain or
outside but make sure the RA doesn't see you."

I walked up to the door and opened it so I could look down the hall and
check to see if anyone was out there but I was shocked to see there was
someone, and he was standing right there with his fist raised as if poised
to knock on the door. The first thing I noticed about him was that he was
tall, even taller than me. He definenetly wasn't a stranger to the gym but
his glasses made him look more like a nerd than a jock. He had shortish
black hair and his skin was pretty pale but he was still kinda cute in a
geeky way.

"Steven, I presume? I'm Will, the floor's RA," he extended his hand to
shake mine and that's when I realized I was holding the bottle that I (and
Chad) pissed in. He noticed it too.

"Wow, looks like you haven't even been here a day and you've violated two
rules already."

"Uh??"

"Don't play dumb: first, they told you at orientation to report to your RA
before you move in. Second, I'm guessing that's a bottle of urine in your
hand?"

I looked down at it and my heart leaped, it was a green tea bottle!

"No, it's just tea."

He looked at the bottle closer and then shrewdly said: "Okay, take a
drink."

"What?" I heard him the first time; saying 'what' was just an automatic way
of stalling for time.

"Take a big gulp of your tea or I'm going to report you to Student
Services," this time he had the tinniest grin on the corners of his mouth.

I knew I couldn't hesitate or I would give myself away so I immediately
unscrewed the cap and took a big gulp. Even though I was into watching guys
piss, I had never tasted it before. But it honestly wasn't half as bad as I
expected. It tasted just like slightly bitter saltwater. Plus, knowing
Chad's piss was in the bottle helped make it seem kinda hot in my head.

"Alright well, it's a good thing I checked to see if you were here because
I'm driving home for the night and you wouldn't have been able to get your
key otherwise," he jingled it in-front of me before giving it to me.

"Mandatory floor meeting tomorrow night at eight in the common room." That
was his way of saying goodbye and he walked off without a second look. Chad
was right, that dude was a complete dick. Then all of a sudden, with slight
horror, I realized Chad was behind me: he watched me drink his piss!

But before I had even finished closing the door, I heard him in awe say:
"Duuuuuddddeee, you are a fuckin CHAMP! Way to take one for the team!" He
sounded legitimately impressed, not grossed out like I assumed he would.

"How did it taste?!"

I couldn't help but grin back at him as I replied, "Not as bad as you'd
think."

He started laughing, "So my piss doesn't taste bad? Good to know."

"Shut up dude," I couldn't even say it without smiling, "give me another
beer so I can get this taste out of my mouth."

"No way man, we can't drink all these ourselves. Did you hear what Will
said? He's leaving. Let's bring the rest of the beers to the common room
and meet some of the other residents."

It seemed like a good enough idea to me so together we knocked on
everyone's door and got the word out. Turns out, a lot of people hadn't
moved in yet. On top of that, some of the people that were there didn't
seem too social. That, or they weren't comfortable enough to go drink beer
with a group of strangers. But nonetheless, 10 minutes later there was a
group of us making noise in the common room.

Besides me and a now fully clothed Chad, there was: a tan surfer kid with
long blonde hair who laughed at everything, a pale English bloke with curly
black hair, a short Hispanic dude with a neat trimmed goatee, a tiny kid
with short brown hair who looked like he was 13 and a tall and thick (not
fat) guy with a buzz cut. A few brought liquor or beer so there was a
hodgepodge of alcohol and someone brought their iPod and iHome to crank out
some music.

As everyone traded stories and finished off their drinks, the guys started
to get more comfortable. I couldn't help but take a second to realize how
good looking everyone was. Even the kid who looked like he was 13 was cute
in an innocent way. And as the drinks continued, things started to get more
interesting. Anyone who's drank alcohol with a group of people in an
un-airconditioned room knows, it gets hot as balls real fast. The guy with
the buzz cut (Mike) took off his shirt first, Mike's chest was as thick as
a tree stump but he didn't have a 6-pack like Chad. I got a chance to
directly compare them because Mike started a chain-reaction. Chad took his
off, I took mine off and the surfer kid (Andy) took his off. Andy's body
was more similar to mine except his skin looked permanently bronze (and, to
be honest, he was leaner than me.)

I was quietly anticipating when the subject of breaking the seal was gonna
come up. After a few more drinks for everyone, the English kid (Dan) was
the first to vocalize what I'm sure a few were thinking.

"Well, I don't know about you lot," his accent was sooo hot, "but I've got
to take a slash. The RA's gone, right? That means we can piss anywhere?"

Everybody laughed and Paul (the Hispanic one) responded, "Yeah I gotta piss
too, let's go piss in the shower."

More than a few people seemed to think this was a good idea but Mike, who
was clearly the boldest, one-uped him: "Let's have a pissing contest!"

Again, everyone laughed. Nobody voiced their opposition to the idea so the
group started moving towards the bathroom except Chad and Josh (the kid who
looked 13) because they said they didn't have to piss.

"Alright, what are the rules" Dan asked as they walked into the bathroom.

"We all line up and piss. Whoever pisses the furthest wins," Mike explained
matter-of-factly.

"You guys want to make it interesting," Paul asked with a devious grin,
"last place get's teabagged by the rest of us."

The tiled walls echoed with laughter as everybody seemed confident and
nodded excitedly. Everybody but me. I was rock hard at the thought of
getting to see everyone pissing, I couldn't whip out a boner and stand
there not being able to piss. But suddenly, an idea struck me.

"You know what, I have a better idea. You guys have fun, I'm gonna go piss
on the RA's door."

Mike's booming laughter, Paul's exclamation ("Oh shit, son!") and Dan's
giddy laughter signaled their approval at my idea. I headed towards the
door, walking a little awkwardly because of my boner, when Mike called out
to me.

"Wait, you can be the judge!" It took all my restraint not to give away how
hot that thought was to me. I even faux-grimaced and shrugged before
agreeing with a show of reluctance.

So there I was, on my first night in the dorms, about to watch four hot
guys have a pissing contest. Andy, Paul, Dan and Mike all spaced themselves
along the wall between the showers and the sinks. It was clear they all had
to piss, Dan and Andy were each shifting their weight back and forth and
Mike and Paul were each holding their dicks through their shorts. I was
standing perpendicular to them, they were lined up on my left and I was 6
feet down from them.

Apparently Mike couldn't hold it anymore because without a word of warning
I heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his zipper. He apparently wasn't
the least bit pee shy because his stream started instantly. I couldn't
really make out how big his dick was because I was staring ahead of me so
it wouldn't look like I was analyzing their dicks. But I could still see
out of my peripherals and I could see the others fumbling around with their
pants. Andy was the closest one to me and he didn't make much of an effort
to hide his dick. And no wonder because he had a big floppy dick. It was
nothing compared to Chad's but it was easily the second biggest dick I had
ever seen.

 Andy's stream joined Mike's, followed by Paul's and finally Dan's. I
wanted to try and see each of their dicks but I also had to actually see
who pissed the furthest. This was complicated because I could feel Andy's
piss splattering on my legs and I could feel my dick oozing precum. And
even though no one's stream was even slowing down (they all really had to
piss apparently) it was pretty obvious Mike was the winner. His piss stream
went past me, Andy's was second (his stream was landing right in front of
me) and the other two streams were significantly shorter. It was hard to
tell but it looked like Paul's stream was the shortest.

As the sound off piss hitting tile was finally dying down, I stole a glance
to my left. Andy was causally shaking his long dick and Mike had already
put his away but I finally got to see how Paul and Dan measured up. They
both still had their dicks out, pissing on the floor. Dan was uncircumsized
and his dick was fascinating. He was holding his skin back, revealing a
pinkish dick head. It was average sized, prolly 6.5 inches hard if I had to
guess. Paul's dick was huge but not in the same way as Chad or Andy. His
dick was soft but it was almost twice as thick as my dick was hard. It
looked like a freakin Redbull can.

It's hard to imagine a hotter scene to me. The air reeked of piss, invading
my nostrils and sending my hormones into overdrive. The floor was literally
covered in piss, it was slowly draining away into the tiny drain near the
sinks but it looked like it would take a while for it all to drain. I had
my hands in my pocket because it was all I could do to cover the pretty
obvious boner I had pointing down the left leg of my shorts. I looked up at
Dan and his eyes met mine as he put his dick away and he had a strange look
on his face, like he had just realized something. The look worried me but I
couldn't focus on it because the wringing silence made me realize they were
all waiting for my verdict.

"Well, it was kinda hard to tell but Mike, you definitely won."

He nodded his head vigorously, feeling sanctified, "Let me know when you
little girls want a rematch!" At that, he undid his zipper again and stuck
his hand down his pants. He fished around for a few seconds and when he
pulled his hand back out he was holding his ball sack. It was smoother than
I expected, and bigger but it didn't hang down very far.

With his big balls hanging out he said, "My boys needed to breathe, they're
really sweaty. Now who's face do I get to drag them against?"

Everyone started laughing at this but it was obvious Dan and Paul gave
mostly forced laughed, they must have realized their dignity was in
imminent danger. Andy, who could tell his piss puddle extended almost as
far as the farthest, followed Mike's lead and, laughing hysterically,
pushed his shorts to the ground and stepped out of them. It was a beautiful
sight, his package was clearly visible beneath his too-short boxers. He too
pulled his nuts out and I was astonished how big they were. They were
almost as big as mine and they hung down almost past where his boxers
ended. His ball sack was covered in fuzzy blonde pubic hairs. He couldn't
stop laughing and it made his balls bounce and look even more impressive.

Dan and Paul were both looking at me, awaiting my verdict, "Your piss went
the shortest, Paul but it was really close."

"Ah fuck that, fuuuuck thaaat," Paul looked pissed, "ya'll got little
pressure washers and I got a garden hose."

Dan, now sporting a giddy grin, said: "You agreed to the stakes."

"I ain't nearly drunk enough to let you homos put your balls anywhere near
me."

Mike, in a rhythmic style, sung: "Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots" as he
carefully stepped around the piss pond that had formed and headed towards
the door. Andy grabbed his shorts and followed, with his balls still
bouncing around casually. Dan and Paul were now bantering back and forth
about their respective cocks as they followed the other two, leaving me by
myself in the bathroom. Standing there, with my dick throbbing in my shorts
and the smell of piss enveloping me, I knew what I was about to do was
stupid. But something came over me and wouldn't let me walk out of that
bathroom with such an opportunity. I quickly, crouched down and put both my
hands in the hodgepodge of piss and then brought them to my face to
smell. My hands were covered in the tepid golden liquid, dripping piss back
onto the ground. I couldn't help it and, instinctively, put two fingers in
my mouth and savored the mild mixture of piss, letting it absorb on my
tongue. Right then and there, I knew I wanted more. Much more.

"Does it taste as good as mine," I jumped and looked up in horror to see
Chad, shirtless and sweaty, standing at the door to the bathroom. His
perfect face and his perfect grin looked back at me but for the first time
I saw something else concealed in his twisted smile: malice.



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