Date: Tue, 2 Sep 2003 14:28:24 EDT
From: TW
Subject: Yellow Hanky

     I was sitting in the bar, drinking a beer.  My plan had been to jog for
a couple of miles, but it started to rain, so I gave up and stepped into a bar
here in Hillcrest, San Diego, that I had never visited before.  Whether or
not it was a gay bar, I wasn't sure, but any bar in Hillcrest will have its
share of gay guys.  Unfortunately, this early in the morning, I was the only
customer.
     Looking at myself in the mirror behind the bar, dressed in my jogging
outfit, namely skimpy blue nylon shorts, a white cotton tank, white sox and
sneakers, I felt that I looked pretty sexy.  I had cut the liner from the shorts
and was wearing my favorite underwear, Calvin Klein white briefs beneath them.
Sitting with my legs closed, I looked quite respectable, but if I turned
sideways, opened my legs and propped one heel up on the stool crossbar, I knew I
would display a significant area of white brief, a clear invite to any
underwear freak like myself.  But I was the only customer.
     I had just ordered a second beer, when a guy came in and sat down about
three stools away.  He was dressed like me in a white tank, but with denim cut
offs, nice and short, showing off his near hairless slim legs.  He was pretty
cute.  He ordered a beer and glanced at me.  I casually turned and gave him
the crotch display.  He gave me a long look, then chugged on his drink.
     The barman came over with my beer.  "Do you think the weather's gonna
clear up?" I asked.
     "The forecast is for showers," he said.
     The guy at the bar turned to look at me.  "Did someone say `Golden
Showers'?", he asked.
     I laughed.  "Sorry, no, we were talking about the weather forecast, but I
'm sure some lucky guy, somewhere, will get a golden shower today."
     "Join you?"  Without waiting for an answer, he picked up his beer and
came and sat beside me.  It was then that noticed the corner of a yellow hanky
protruding from his back pocket.  The barman diplomatically retreated to the
other end of the bar and started polishing glasses.
     "I'm Robin," he said, holding out his hand.
     "Isn't Robin a girl's name?"
     "Only if you spell it  with a Y," he said.  "I'm Robin as in Robin
Hood."
     "Do you have any merry men?" I quipped.
     "Merry as in cheerful, or merry as in gay?"
     "As in gay, after all, Robin Hood wore tights, so he must have been a
bit `light on his feet'."
     "With all those men around, and only one Maid Marion, there must have
been some fine goings on in Sherwood Forest," he said.
     I laughed.  "She was only there to wash their tights.  Especially if they
'd been having golden showers."
     He smiled at me.  "So you are into pee play, then?"
     "Aw  shucks," I said in mock dismay.  "You've guessed my secret."
     "Why keep it secret.  Don't you believe in the power of advertising?"
     "I don't have a pocked in the shorts, and I can never remember which
pocket for the yellow hanky symbolizes which preference."
     "So what is your preference?"
     "I like to give and take."
     "A man for all seasons."
     "Especially the rainy season!"
     He laughed again.  He tilted up his glass and finished his beer.  "Boy, I
'm thirsty," he said, giving me a significant look.
     "Allow me to fix you a drink," I said, taking his empty glass.  I looked
around the bar and we were still the only customers, and the barman was still
busy, paying us no attention.  I lowered the glass below the edge of the bar,
pulled my dick out of the leg of my shorts and underpants, and half filled
the glass with pale piss.  Replacing my dick in my briefs, I placed the glass
back on the bar.  It looked just like a beer, It even had a small head of foam.
"Drink up," I said.  "It's on me."
     Robin picked up the glass and gave the contents a sniff.  "Nice
bouquet."  He took a sip and swirled it around his mouth.  "Piquant flavor."  He then
drained the glass with two big swallows.  "Nice body and aftertaste.  An
excellent year.  That was good.  Can I get you anything?"
     `Aroused' would have been my first response, but I said, "How about
something long, pale and slightly warm?"
     He unzipped his fly, giving me a glimpse of white cotton underpants, and
pulled his uncut dick from the fly.  It was about the same size as mine,
average, with a nice long foreskin.  I was determined to suck it before the day
was out.  Lowering the glass to his crotch, he filled it almost to the brim and
placed it in front of me on the bar.  "There you go, sir, just as you
ordered."
     I gave it a sniff.  I love the smell of fresh piss.  Raising the glass
to my lips, I skipped the tentative sip and took a big gulp, to show Robin that
I was prepared to drink anything he could offer me, then chugged about half
of it straight down.  "Ah," I sighed.  "I really needed that!"
     "Let me have a taste," said Robin.  "It's been a while since I tasted my
own."
He took a mouthful and handed the glass back to me.  "Pretty nice.  When did
you last taste you own?"
     "Last night," I said.  "I drink my own any time I can't drink anyone else
's.  I just lie on my back, lift my legs up over my head and pee straight
into my mouth."
     "Oh, that's fucking awesome.  I'd really like to watch that.  What a
fucking turn-on!"
     "Maybe I should sell tickets," I said.  "And although I love looking at
your dick, you should put it away before the barman sees you."
     "If you insist," he said, tucking it in.  "By the way, I never got your
name."
     "Richard," I said, offering my hand, "but I prefer `Dick'."
     "Who doesn't?"
     "Barman," I called, "Can we get a couple of beers each down here?"
     "Two beers?" said Robin.  "Why so much ale?"
     "The more we drink, the more we'll pee, and the more dilute and tasty
the pee becomes."
     "You're clearly an old hand at this."
     "Hand, mouth, any body orifice you wish," I said.
     The barman came with four draught beers, placed them in front of us, and
retired to the other end of the bar.
     "Drink up," I said.  "The faster we sink this, the sooner we get to
recycle it."
     He needed no urging, and drank one of his beers down in one go.  I
followed suit and started on the second.
     "I love those shorts you have on," he said.
     "Thank you.  They'd look good on you, too."
     "Am I gonna get a chance to try them on?"
     "On one condition," I said.
     "Which is. . .?"
     I leaned close to him, my arm on his shoulder and whispered in his ear.
"That I get to try on your underpants."
     "Only if you let me try on yours."
     "I think we have a deal.  Drink up and we'll go."
     "To where?" he asked.
     "My place is only four blocks away, unless you prefer your place."
     "Your place sounds fine."
     I settled the tab and we finished our beers and left.  My dick was more
than halfway hard, and my shorts did little to conceal it, but they can't
arrest you for having a hard-on, and in Hillcrest, a nice erection is really
appreciated.  Moments later, we were in my apartment.
     I went into the kitchen and took a couple of cans of beer from the
fridge.  I turned round to see Robin unfastening the top button of his cut-offs.
     "Stop,"  I said.  "That's my job.  There's a rule in this house that
no-one undresses himself."
     "Sorry, Dick, I should have guessed.  I like your rule.  Any more house
rules I should know about."
     "Only one.  Nobody can leave wearing his own underwear."
     He laughed.  "I can live with that.  But I'm dying for a pee.  If I don'
t go soon, I'll pee my pants.  But then you might enjoy watching that."
     "I'm sure I will later, but first let me relieve some of the pressure."
Right there in the kitchen, I went down on my knees, unzipped his fly, pulled
his half-hard dick out of his underpants.  "Let me have about ten good
swallows," I said, and put it in my mouth.  After a short pause, I felt the sudden
jet of his piss hit my throat.  I had to swallow rapidly to keep up with it,
and after ten or so gulps, he shut off his flow.  "Ah," I sighed.  "That was
fucking delicious.  Let`s go into the bedroom."  He tucked his dick back in and
followed me.
     He helped me strip off the bed, and from the closet, I produced an old
plastic pool-table cover which went over the mattress and was then covered by
the fitted cotton sheet.  I smoothed the wrinkles out, got some plastic trash
bags from the kitchen, took off the pillow cases, bagged the pillows and put
the cases back on.
     "Now," I said, "We can piss all we like, wallow in it if we want, and
all I have to do is a little laundry.  Now, let my take your shorts off."
     I sat on the edge of the bed and he stood in front of me.  I unzipped
the cut-offs and spread the fly open.  Beneath, he had on a pair of gleaming
white 2xist briefs, which were only just big enough to conceal his fully erect
dick.  Lifting his feet, I unlaced his sneakers and took them off.  Leaving his
white sox on, I let the shorts fall to the floor, leaned back and gazed at
him. Nothing is more exciting than a hot dude in briefs and a tank.  My own cock
became rock hard.  I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his dick through the
white cotton.  There was a small damp spot of precum there, so I sucked on
the head for a few seconds.
     "I'm bursting for a pee, myself," I said.
     His response was to jump on to the bed and lie down.  "Come and sit on
my face," he said, "and piss through your shorts."
     Oh, this was gonna be great!  Taking off my sneakers, I climbed on the
bed, with my knees either side of his head, and leaned forward until my lips
could brush the bulge in his underpants.  "I love to see a guy piss his pants,"
said Robin.  "Take your time and let it go anytime you want."  It didn't take
long.  In spite of having a hard on, my bladder was so full that it was no
problem to let it go, and I felt that delicious feeling as the piss traveled down
my dick and flooded my underpants and shorts, and as they became soaked, the
piss flowed from the crotch on to Robin's face and into his opened mouth.
Then I saw the wet spot on his 2xist briefs rapidly spreading, and clamped my
lips over the end of his dick, sucking the piss up through the cotton.  The
wetness spread all across the front of his briefs and down the sides and crotch,
and though I sucked as hard as I could, I was only able to taste a fraction of
it.  Meanwhile, my underpants and shorts became completely soaked with my own
piss, and Robin was getting plenty to drink.  The smell of fresh piss filled
the air, driving me crazy.  Before he could completely empty his bladder, I
pulled the waistband of his underpants down and took the end of his dick in my
mouth.  I was able to get a couple of good gulps in before he ran dry.
     When my own bladder was finally empty, I turned around and lay beside
him.
     "That was fucking awesome, Robin.  Thank you so much."
     "You're welcome, Dick," he said.  "Can I kiss you?"
     I didn't bother replying, I just leaned over him and pressed my lips to
his.  He opened his mouth and I could taste the traces of my own piss.  His
tongue entered my mouth, exploring and teasing until I had to come up for air.
     "We need to refuel," I said, getting up and going into the kitchen.  I
took a twelve pack of beer cans and put them into a cooler with some ice, and
carried it back to the bedroom.  "This will keep us going for a while."  I
popped a couple of cans and handed one to him.  He chugged most of it down in one
go.
     "While we're waiting for our bladders to fill," he said, "I wanna suck
your dick, Dick.  I love your name.  I wish I`d been called Dick.  I`d wear a
T shirt saying `suck me`."
     I switched ends so that we were lying head to tail and I pulled his dick
out of the fly of his underpants.  He did the same to me and we sucked each
other for about ten minutes.  With all the piss and beer we had drunk, our
bladders were soon full again.
     I lifted up my hips and slid my wet shorts down and took them off.  I
handed them to Robin to gave them a good sniff, then wiped his face with them.
I sat up and sat on his hips, facing him.  I could feel his stiff cock in the
crack of my ass, so I reached back and pulled it out of the fly of his
underpants.  Then I pulled my own dick out, and started to fire small squirts of piss
at his face.  He took my dick in his hand, the better to direct the shots and
pretty soon we were scoring bull's eyes, right into his mouth with very
little spillage.  Then I felt a warm wetness as his hard dick shot a stream of piss
up my back.  It soaked the back of my tank, then flowed down to further soak
his already wet briefs, and the sheet below.  I lifted myself up, pulled the
crotch of my Calvins aside and placed his dick against my hole.  It wasn't
possible to effect a perfect seal, but I felt some piss go up my ass, and the
remainder splashed my inner thighs and buttocks.
     When his bladder was empty, I scootched forward, put my dick in his
mouth and let him empty me out.   As I pulled my dick out, he gasped, "Jesus! That
was fucking marvelous.  You really know how to make a guy happy, Dick."
     I lay down beside him and he popped a couple of cans for us to drink.
"Gotta keep it coming," he said.  We lay there, drinking, reveling in the smell
of piss that filled the room.  I reached over and began to stroke his wet
cock, and he put his hand on mine, pulling my foreskin back and gazing at its
naked head.
     "I love you, Dick," he said.
     "Are you talking to me or to my cock?"
     "Both.  I love Dick, and I love Dick's dick."  He up-ended his beer and
finished it off.
     "Lie on top of me and kiss me," I said.  He rolled on to me and we
started deep kissing, grinding our hips together, our cocks still out of the flies
of our underpants, touching each other.  Every few seconds, one of us would
let go a small stream of piss, which ran down over my hips and down my crotch,
to soak the sheet  below and after about ten minutes, I was lying in a small
pool of piss.  It felt wonderful, to just be able to piss without caring where
it went.
     I could feet him getting more and more excited, thrusting his cock hard
against mine and I guessed he was about to cum.  Sure enough, I could feel his
dick pulsing as his cum shot out on to my dick and piss soaked underpants.
He shot squirt after squirt, a huge load, that covered the whole of the front
of the Calvins, then he rolled off me on to his back.
     I sat up and straddled his thighs, pumping my own cock, wet with cum and
piss.  He reached out and brushed my hand away, grasped my cock and continued
stroking it lovingly.  In seconds, I came, shooting my load all over his
2xist briefs, six or seven jets of cum, matching his glorious performance.
     I fell back on to the bed, gasping for breath.  He smiled at me.
"Remember your second house rule?  No-one leaves in his own underwear?"
     We peeled off our wet tanks and briefs, and swapped.  Pulling on his
2xist's, I pulled his head down to my crotch, and let him sniff the cum in them.
Then I dressed him in my Calvins, and gave the crotch a suck, tasting his
cum.
     We lay in our pool of piss and drifted off to sleep for a while.  When I
awoke, wet and chilly, he'd gone.  Lying on the kitchen counter was his
yellow hanky.  From now on I would wear it wherever I went.

				  The End