Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2008 09:13:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Charles Rascal <charles.rascal@yahoo.com>
Subject: Young Ethan Drinks Piss - Part Two

Ethan was lying in the flat, rusty metal tray that ran several feet along
the bottom of the urinals, serving at the catch-basin for the piss. He was
nude, lying on his back, soaked in piss, his head propped up by a couple of
pairs of his briefs so he could catch the streams of piss and swallow them.
The rest of the warm piss was splashed against his body. When he could get
a break, which wasn't often, he would turn his head, and begin drinking as
much as he could of the two or three inches of piss in the old-fashioned
trough.

His dad and I had found it in an old building we were tearing down and came
to the same conclusion immediately. We agreed that we'd take it and install
it at the club, along the base of the series of tall, porcelain urinals.
Instead of the piss going into the drain of each urinal, it would, thanks
to our handiwork with some sheet metal shaped inside each urinal, pour
instead into the trough. When Ethan wasn't there, or some other boy, the
piss would drain out. But, when he was there, he would lie naked on his
back and the men would get the opportunity to unload their piss on him and
watch the trough fill up, then see how much of it he could drink.

It was a dirty trough, decades old, rusty from piss, but still in decent
shape. The contrast of the dark rusty metal and Ethan's beautiful creamy
smooth skin, his dark hair matted with urine, his pubic hair a constant
state of wetness, was beautiful all by itself. Some of the men, of course,
encouraged by Ethan's father and by Ethan himself, when they finished
pissing, masturbated on to his face and did what they could - and he did
what he could - to catch the spurts of cum so he could eat them, too.

Men who were seeing and using Ethan for the first time were so excited -
and almost didn't believe - that he was only 10 years old. He was an
expert. He smiled at the men, teased them with his beautiful little body
that would sit so innocently doing sums and history in his fourth grade
class, then, after school, his father would usually feed him his piss, then
have him sit on his cock, facing him, making out, and whispering about
taking him to the club.

Sometimes, when Ethan was spending the night with one of us, another boy
would take his place. While the regulars missed Ethan and his gorgeous body
and his obvious, almost desperate, love of piss, the other boys were
equally young and equally eager to drink from the stream or turn their
heads too and suck up as much of the piss from the dirty trough as they
could.


I shot several photos of Ethan in the trough, five or six men, pissing on
him, the picture capturing the streams of yellow liquid in the air,
splashing on his body, mostly on his face or on his groin, our favorite
places. Ethan's face in some of the photos was amazingly covered in cum,
puddles and puddles of it, covering his eyebrows, sprayed across his nose,
in his hair, on his cheeks. Some of it was mine. Rather than waiting to
leave it deep inside his ass when I took him home with me, I could not hold
back, but masturbated on to his forehead, knowing there would be another
load for his beautiful ass when he spent the night with me.

For it was my turn to take him home for the night. His father, finally, had
him crawl out of the trough, after making a loud "last call!" in the bar
and about 20 men came in for one last chance to urinate all over him and
some of them squatted down so they could piss directly into his mouth,
starting and stopping their streams so he could drink just as much as
possible. And he did. "I can never get enough, Daddy!" he almost whimpered
to his father who nodded a "like I know this, dude!" kind of bobbing of his
head. Finally, the last man had had his chance and Ethan went to the shower
where he soaped up and scrubbed his hair and all over his body, with
cameras flashing as the men took pictures of the perfect-body 10-year-old,
shampoo in his hair, soapy bubbles in his pubes, and his uncut cock
sticking out from it all, while he looked at me and winked and said, "Will
you fuck me good?" And, of course, I said, "Yes, baby, this daddy will fuck
you very, very good!"

Soon, we were in the car, the smell of soap and shampoo replacing the smell
of a piss-and-cum-soaked little boy. He reached for my groin and gently
squeezed my hard cock. "I love spending the night with you," and I told him
I loved it when he did. We wold make love, off and on, all night long and
then I would, as agreed with his dad, take him to his gym teacher's house
at 6 a.m., just after the teacher's wife had gone to work, where he would
climb in bed with the man, to be joined by his 12-year-old son and both
father and son would fuck Ethan at least twice each, then they would have
him sit in the tub and feed him piss, as much as they could get out, before
a three-way shower and a dash to school.