Date: Sun, 2 Dec 2007 12:53:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Toby Tyler <tobyt_yler@yahoo.com>
Subject: Urinal Boy 3: Boy Meets Boy

Urinal Boy 3: Boy Meets Boy

By

Toby Tyler

The story is completely fiction. If you are under 18 or if it is illegal
for you to read it, I'm sure something really, really awful will happen. If
you liked my story, I'd love to hear from you. You can email me at
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Thanks to everyone who wrote me and gave me suggestions.  Your wish is my
command.

Urinal Boy 3: Boy Meets Boy

Thanks to my dad and Adam, I was now completely hooked on piss. My mom
didn't know I kept a Veryfine apple juice bottle under my bed so I could
secretly fill up and drink my own piss. But it just wasn't the same as
drinking Dad's or my brother's straight from the source.

When I went to the bathroom at school I secretly tried to get a look at the
other boys as they took a leak. I started to hang around there a lot,
actually. I loved the tangy smell of piss in the air.

One day I was in the boys room when it dawned on me that most boys were too
lazy to flush the urinals, and since our janitors never bothered sticking
those perfumed urinal cakes in them, that I might have a good supply of boy
piss all week long if I was sneaky enough about it.

When you come into the boys room at my school the urinals are just past the
sinks. Nobody wants to use the one near the sink, and the urinals closer to
the far wall get the most use. The one at the very end was always filled
with a rich, smelly, golden brew, the accumulation of what had trickled out
of maybe a dozen boys' cocks that day.

I had gotten a bathroom pass from the teacher near the end of the day, so I
knew there would be a lot of piss waiting for me. When I got there Scott
Cooper was pissing in the last urinal. Scott didn't know who I was, but
everyone knew he was one of our school's star basketball players. I was
always too shy to talk to him, but I wondered what he would have thought if
he knew that I'd be drinking his piss if he didn't flush that urinal.

Since the boys room was empty except for the two of us, I knew he'd be
suspicious if I went to the urinal right next to him, so I went to one
farther down and pretended to piss, waiting for him to leave. I was
desperately hoping that Scott wouldn't flush the urinal.

I was in luck. Scott finished pissing, spat into the urinal, zipped up and
walked out without washing his hands, ignoring me as he passed by.

My heart was pounding with excitement and my dick was hard as I approached
the urinal. There it was, a frothy gob of spit floating in a dark yellow
puddle of concentrated schoolboy piss. I got on my knees in front of the
urinal and began licking the drops of piss from the edge of the
urinal. Then I stuck my finger in the piss. It was still warm.

I was so frightened that I might get caught, but I knew I just had to do
it. I stuck my head in the urinal and put my lips to the puddle of Scott's
piss. I touched my tongue to the gob of spit that Scott had left there. I
started rubbing my dick through my jeans as I began to lap at the piss like
a cat.

I found that lapping at the piss wasn't the most efficient way to drink
from the urinal, so I put my lips to the puddle and began slurping, taking
the whole gob of spit in with my first gulp of spit. I swished it around in
my mouth, reveling at what a dirty and disgusting boy I was.

I decided that as long as I didn't hear someone coming, I was going to try
to drink up all the piss out of that urinal. There was about a half a cup
of piss, so I was able to suck up most of it pretty quickly. I wondered if
it was safe to pull my cock out or not. I thought about it as I began
licking what piss remained out of the urinal and decided against it.

To my relief and delight, I was able to finish drinking from the urinal
without interruption. I finished off by licking the porcelain clean, as
well as the metal drain. I was so horny I could contain myself no longer. I
got up, locked myself into a stall, pulled out my dick and promptly came
all over my hand. I licked the cum off my hand, zipped up my pants and went
back to class.

Drinking piss out of the school urinals became a regular thing for me. My
mouth would water when I entered the boys room, and sometimes I would have
to wait in a stall for a long time before the coast was clear. I liked it
best when I got to see whose piss I would be drinking, but usually each
urinal contained a mixture. I sat in class daydreaming, looking at all the
boys and wondering if I had drunk their piss yet. I had no way of knowing
unless I actually saw the boy standing at the urinal.

One Friday afternoon, I found myself craving some piss really bad. I asked
the teacher to be excused and she gave me the bathroom pass, which was a
big block of wood that said BOYS. The bathroom passes were made by students
in the woodshop, so it was ugly and badly carved. As I walked down the hall
with it, I excitedly kissed the bathroom pass. The bathroom passes had
begun to mean so much to me that just holding one in my hand gave me an
instant erection, because I knew it was my ticket to all the piss I could
drink.

The halls were quiet and the boys room was empty. It looked like I was
going to be able to take my time, maybe even drink from two or three
urinals instead of just my favorite one, the one by the far wall that got
used the most.

As I always did, I quickly looked under the toilet stalls to make sure
nobody was in them. Then I dropped to my knees in front of my favorite
urinal, ready to work. Some boy had thrown a cigarrette butt in the urinal,
which I didn't think was very thoughtful. Still, I wasn't going to let a
little cigarrette ash get in the way of my Friday afternoon enjoyment. I
picked the butt out and tossed it into the next urinal. Then I started to
drink.

The piss flavor was particularly concentrated that day; boys had been
pissing in it since 8:30 that morning and not one boy had bothered to flush
it. Throughout the day some water had evaporated, making the piss even
stronger than ever. I was in heaven! I stuck my face deeper into the puddle
of piss, not caring if it got on my nose and chin. I was so engrossed that
I didn't even hear the bathroom door open.

I turned around in horror to see Randy Marshall looking down at me, his
straight brown hair hanging in his big brown eyes and his hands in his
pockets. I didn't know what to do or say. I had been caught red-handed with
my face in the urinal. I don't even think my heart was beating, and I was
frozen to the spot. I could do nothing but look up at Randy, trying to read
the expression on his face. How the fuck was I going to explain myself?
Even if I had been caught sucking another boy's dick, at least someone
could sort of understand why I might want to do that, but drinking piss out
of a urinal? I felt repulsive and humiliated. Was there any way I could
keep Randy from telling everyone what I had done, I wondered. Maybe I could
bribe him to keep quiet, I thought.

As I looked up at Randy's pale, freckled face which stood out in contrast
to his dark hair and eyes, I wondered how I was going to talk myself out of
this. My face was wet with boy urine and I could feel it trickling down my
neck and onto my shirt. I was in an awful mess. I waited to see what Randy
would say.

Randy continued to look at me quizzically for a minute. He probably wasn't
sure what to say to me either. Finally, he cracked a smile.

"I think you need a straw," he giggled. "A straw would make it easier,
wouldn't it?"

I didn't answer. I figured he had every right to make fun of me. I'd let
him get it out of his system before I'd start pleading with him to keep my
secret.

"Hey, you're Jaden, right? From gym class?"

I nodded. "Uh-huh." I waited quietly to get the humiliation over with.

"And you like to drink guys' piss. Funny, I never woulda thunk it. I guess
everyone's got a little secret. I had no idea you were this
perverted. Turns ya on, don't it?"

I nodded silently.

I didn't want to answer him. Should I admit to him that I had no interest
in girls at all, and let him know that I was gay as well as a piss drinker?
That made it even worse. I didn't say anything.

"Jaden, you can get up, you know. Yeah, stand up."

I stood up.

Randy stood really close to me, inspecting the piss that was dripping from
my face. I didn't expect what happened next.

Randy grabbed me by my shoulders, pulling my face close to his. I could
smell the distinctive, not unpleasant odor of his breath. What was he going
to do? I hoped he wasn't going to hit me.

I was shocked when Randy started licking the piss off my face. I felt
completely electrified as his warm, wet tongue slowly moved across my cheek
and moved down towards my chin. He then licked a drop of piss off my
nose. As his tongue passed across my lips I instinctively opened my mouth
to let his tongue in.

It was the first time I had ever been kissed by a boy. Sure, I had done
lots of dirty sexual things with Adam and my dad, but neither of them would
let me kiss them. Well, not on the mouth, anyway.

I remember once when I made the mistake of trying to kiss my brother on the
lips when I went over to visit. Adam pushed me away and got very
angry. "Don't do that again, you little shit!" he said.

"But Adam, I was just so happy to see you I wanted to kiss you!" I
explained. "I'm sorry."

"Just don't ever kiss me on the lips."

"Can I kiss you on the cheek?" I begged hopefully.

"You can kiss my nuts and my dick when I tell you to."

"Anywhere else?"

"Sure, Jaden. Why do you want to kiss me so bad?"

"I wanna show you I love you."

"Then get on your hands and knees."

I got on my hands and knees at Adam's feet.

"Kiss my sneakers."

Obediently, I kissed each sneaker. I looked up at him to see if he
approved.

"Why don't you be a good boy and take my sneakers off so you can start
kissing my feet?"

"Okay, Adam."

Adam sat on the couch and I took each sneaker off, sniffing the inside of
each one before I put it on the floor next to him. Then I peeled his socks
off. I spent about ten minutes smothering Adam's feet with kisses. I kissed
every part of his feet, the tops, the soles, the heels and the toes.

"Hey Jaden, why are you kissing my feet?"

"Because you're my brother and I love you."

So that was the only kissing I had ever really done before. Now I was
standing in the boys' lavatory as another boy held me close and thrust his
tongue into my mouth. He pushed it in further and I opened my mouth wider
to accommodate it. I felt Randy's tongue exploring every part of my mouth,
trying to get the full flavor of the piss I had been drinking. He pulled me
closer and I felt his erection pressing against mine.

Just when I needed to take a breath he broke the kiss and let go of me. I
shivered when I saw the devilish gleam in Randy's eye.

"Like I said, you really need a straw for this. That's what I always do,
anyway." To my surprise, (as if I weren't surprised enough all ready) Randy
pulled a straw out of the pocket of his hooded sweatshirt. It was a regular
plastic cafeteria straw that he had cut in half. "C'mon, Jaden, let's drink
up!"

I was stunned. "You too?!!"

"Jaden, I'm just as surprised as you. I thought I was the only one in the
world who did this! I can't believe we're lucky enough to find out about
each other!"

"A-a-are you serious?" I asked.

"Sure I am. I was just coming down here for a little, too. You can imagine
how surprised I was to see you drinking at my favorite urinal! C'mon, you
didn't drink it all. Let's finish it up!"

Randy took me by the hand and led me to the urinal. He got on his knees
where I had been and motioned for me to kneel down next to him. He took the
straw and began sucking up the piss. Then he smiled and handed the straw to
me.

"Go ahead, I'm not greedy."

Slowly, I put my lips around Randy's straw and drank some piss. He was
right, it was much easier. But for some reason it wasn't quite as fun as
getting my face all into it.

Randy and I passed the straw back and forth until the urinal was
empty. "I'll let you `lick the bowl' on this one!" he laughed. He put his
hand on my head, running his fingers through my hair for a few seconds
before he gently pushed my head into the urinal, guiding me to lick it
clean. At that point my fear had disappeared and I was happy to have him
with me.

"Let's do another one!" Randy exclaimed when we were done with the
urinal. So we drank the piss out of the next one, too.

When we were finished, Randy looked at me sweetly and asked, "I think I
have to piss, too. You want me to piss in your mouth for you?"

"I kinda think we should get back to our classes. We've been gone too
long. We're gonna get detention."

"Oh fuck it, let's just skip class and mess around somewhere." Then Randy
paused for a second. "Actually, if we get detention, we'll be here after
school is out. We might have a chance to go around to all the boys'
lavatories and drink without being disturbed."

"Unless the janitors come around."

"We can figure out their schedule."

"Uh, Randy?" I asked. "Do you like to drink from the girls' toilets, too?"

Randy looked horrified. "That's just gross!" Then he laughed. "As if
drinking out of urinals in the boys' room ain't gross, either. I don't know
about you, Jaden, but I'd prefer to just stick to the boys' lavatories."

"I'm with you there." I said..

"I only like boys anyway. I'm glad we both agree on that, too. C'mon, let's
cut school for the rest of the day. I want you to drink my piss but I've
got a stiffy right now. We can go out to the woods and mess around."

"Let's go!" I said.

To be continued.

What happens next? You tell me! Email me at tobyt_yler@yahoo.com and tell
me what you would like to see happen to Jaden next!