From: authoruk@bigfoot.com
Subject: NEW STORY - Bobby & Shane (t/t)(Water Sports) (Cons)
Date: Thu, 29 Jan 1998 06:45:10 GMT
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Keywords: xtt     xws    xcons

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Bobby & Shane Part 1

Bobby opened his eyes and stretched sleepily, snug under his duvet.  Then he
remembered - it was the first day of the summer holidays and he'd arranged to
meet his friend Shane at 9.30.  He looked at the clock beside his bed and  when
he saw it read 9.10 he became wide awake.

"Shit", he muttered as he leapt out of bed and hastily grabbed various bits of
clothing, shucking off his pyjamas as he did so.  In quick order he pulled on
socks, jockeys, blue shorts and his current favourite T-Shirt and then
scrabbled under the bed to find his trainers.  As soon as he had tied them he
grabbed the small rucksack he'd packed the night before, opened his bedroom
door and raced downstairs.

"Bye Mom", he called as he grabbed the sandwiches she had made him, left the
house and raced down the street, not waiting for a reply. As he raced to where
he had arranged to meet Shane he stuffed the sandwiches into his rucksack and
realised that in his rush he hadn't washed, brushed his teeth or even had a
piss, but when you're 13 and in a hurry who cares about stuff like that?  It
was approaching 9.30 when he reached the entrance to the park and he could see
Shane sitting on a nearby bench waiting, one arm leaning on a blue shoulder
bag.  Bobby ran over and stopped, breathing heavily and Shane looked at him,
his dark fringe almost brushing his eyelids.

"You made it then, thought you'd forgotten".

Bobby grinned.  "As if I'd do that", he replied. "I just stayed in bed too
long."

"Come on then, let's go", Shane said and the two boys started walking into the
park, chattering excitedly.

Bobby had only known Shane a couple of weeks but it was one of those
friendships that just seems to 'click' and they had got on well from the start.
His friend was slightly taller and stockier and was almost 14 and today was
wearing a yellow T-Shirt and matching shorts. His legs were slightly tanned and
his feet were stuffed into rather battered trainers.  They'd only been walking
for a few minutes when Bobby realised that not visiting the bathroom before he
left had been a mistake.

"I've gotta go", he informed his friend, looking round for a suitable place.

Shane glanced at him.  "Funny, I was just thinking the same", he said.  "Look,
there's a bunch of trees over there where we can do it and no one will see."

Bobby followed as the other boy made his way across the damp grass towards the
wooded cluster he had indicated and when they reached it they walked past the
first few trees until they were hidden from the park.  Shane looked over his
shoulder.

"This'll do", he announced, and making no effort to hide from his friend, he
pulled down the top of his shorts and briefs, took hold of his dick and started
to piss.

Although a bit surprised and even embarrassed, Bobby's need was too great to
worry about modesty and he hurriedly whipped out his own equipment and sighed
with relief as the golden stream  started flowing from his piss slit.  As he
gently directed his dick his eyes flickered curiously towards his friend and
more specifically to what his friend was holding.  He'd never really seen
anyone taking a pee before and was surprised to find he was fascinated by the
sight Shane standing there, shorts around his thighs and holding his soft cock
as he sprayed his piss over the ground.  As he watched Bobby suddenly realised
that something was happening to his own cock, it was getting stiff!

"Oh fuck", he thought, "What do I do now?"   He was no way near finishing and
he couldn't suddenly turn away without causing some comment.  He casually moved
his other hand until it was placed beside his still hardening shaft and hoped
that would solve the problem.  He flicked a glance to where Shane was standing
and saw to his surprise that there had been a definite change in his friend's
organ too as it was now sticking out at right angles to his body and the
dwindling piss flow was now coming from the centre of an obviously swollen cock
head.

There was a movement in the corner of his eye and he looked up to see his
friend grinning at him.

"I've got a boner", he announced unselfconsciously and looked down at his
stiffened dick, where the piss flow was now coming to an end.

Bobby's mind whirled at the casual way this had been mentioned and without
really thinking took away the hand that had been covering his dick. .

"So have I." he admitted and he saw Shane looking at it, one hand now shaking
the last drips from his own cock.

 "Seeing someone else piss always gets me hard", Shane told him, "How about
you?"

"I've .. I've ..never seen anyone pissing before", Bobby stammered, still not
sure what was happening.

"You must have enjoyed it though, judging by the way your dick reacted."

Bobby realised his friend must be right as he'd started getting hard when he'd
first seen the piss coming from Shane's cock and as he  remembered it he felt
his rigid organ give a twitch.

"You've got a nice dick,"  Shane continued.  "D'you mind if have a closer
look."

"I g..guess not", Bobby replied, his mind in a whirl.  None of his other
friends had ever asked that but he felt a thrill of excitement as the other boy
moved over until he was standing in front of him.  Bobby saw that Shane was
still exhibiting a boner and he looked curiously at the  four and a half inches
of stiff flesh, the foreskin half pulled back revealing the slightly purplish
head.  It had a slight sheen on it and he could see there was still a drop of
yellow liquid handing on the end.  His friend stood there, staring at Bobby's
four inch boner and then he gently moved his hand foreword and gave it a
squeeze.  

Bobby jumped he felt a strange hand touch his dick and then he watched as
Shane, still squeezing   pulled his hand along the shaft towards the head,
causing a little bubble of piss to appear at the piss slit. Fascinated he
stared as his friend released the hold on his dick, rubbed a finger over the
bubble and then transferred the liquid to his mouth.  Watching Shane licking a
finger that had just rubbed in his piss made Bobby feel strangely light headed
and then, with amazement, he could hear his own voice, slightly strained.

"W.. what does it taste like?"

Without replying Shane finished licking his finger then, clasping his friends
hand drew it down until Bobby felt his finger being rubbed in the wet spot on
the head of Shane's cock.  Then he felt his hand being raised and pushed
towards his own mouth until the damp finger touched his slightly open lips and
there was a salty, tangy taste in his mouth, accompanied by the unmistakable
odour of fresh piss.  As the realisation came to Bobby that he had just tasted
his friends urine he felt a familiar sensation, his dick started jerking and he
almost collapsed with the intensity of the dry orgasm that flooded through him.
Shane watched in excitement as his friend climaxed and he furiously rubbed his
own cock until he felt his balls tighten and then a few small spurts of cum
left his piss slit and spattered against Bobby's leg and then saw his friend,
still in the throes of orgasm rub his hand over the spunk on his leg and then
take it to his mouth,

As they calmed down the two boys looked at each other strangely, both realising
that this event was a momentous change in their still new friendship.  Shane
stuffed his dick inside his shorts and briefs and grinned.

"Come on, let's go".  At this he picked up his bag and started walking through
the trees.  Bobby hastily adjusted his clothing, grabbed his rucksack and
caught up with his friend, his mind still whirling with strange thought.  The
two of them walked in silence for few minutes until Shane glanced at his silent
friend and realised someone had to say something.

"Hey, you all right?", he asked feeling a little anxious, now he realised the
effect the 'session' had had on his friend, and was relieved when Bobby looked
up.

"Yeah..", came a quiet voice.   "I'm O.K. but.. look can I ask you something?"

"Sure"

"You said you'd seen people pissing before and it always gave you a boner.
Isn't that a bit weird?"

Shane thought for a moment before he answered.  "I don't see why.  Different
people get off on different things, don't they.  With me I feel  really good
when I see someone pissing or even when I'm pissing myself so what's wrong.  No
one's hurt are they?.

"I guess not".

Shane stopped, placed his hands on his friends shoulders and stared at him.

"Tell me this, Bobby.  How did you feel back there when we were - you know?"

"It was really cool, Shane.  When I watched you pissing I felt really good and
when I tasted you it was like nothing that's ever happened to me before.  But I
feel confused, I feel I shouldn't have liked it but I did and I want to .."

As his voice trailed away his friend, almost instinctively finished the
sentence.

"You want to do it again, right?"

Bobby nodded and Shane, releasing his grip on the shoulders and taking Bobby's
arm, led him onwards, reassuring him as they went.

As they hiked the weather became warmer and both boys began feeling thirstier
and thirstier so when they found a stream they took plastic cups from their
bags and swallowed the cool water thankfully.  As Bobby started to put his cup
away his friend grabbed his arm.

"Better have some more, in case there isn't another stream.  Drink as much as
you can, like me".  So saying Shane re-filled his cup from the stream and
drained it, then repeated the action.

Bobby could see the sense in what Shane had sense and so he carried on
drinking, but he had the feeling that there was more to his friend's suggestion
than just quenching his thirst.  After they had drank as much water as they
could Shane took an empty  plastic container from his bag and, going to the
stream, removed the cap and held the container under the water until it was
full.  As he screwed the cap back on he winked at Bobby.

"Just in case we get thirsty again".  Then shoving the container back in his
bag he nodded at his friend and they set off again.  Bobby realised they were
moving further into the trees but as the other boy seemed to know where they
were going he was quite happy to follow and as they walked the two of them
chatted away animatedly, any awkwardness Bobby had felt earlier having now
disappeared.  As time passed Bobby felt the pressure in his bladder starting to
build up from all the water but when he told his friend he "needed to go" Shane
smiled and told him to just hang on.  In fact, after he had mentioned this,
Shane had taken out the container of water and told Bobby to drink some,
following suite when the container was handed back.  Now Shane was holding the
container and every now and then would hand it to Bobby who took a swig, even
though he didn't really want it as his bladder was now telling him it had an
urgent need to empty.

The two of them kept going but the longer they walked the more desperate became
Bobby's urge to pee until finally, as they reached a small clearing in the
trees, he turned to Shane in desperation.

"Look, I really have to go else I'm gonna piss in my pants." 

"So, piss in you pants", came Shane's voice, sounding tense and husky.

Bobby stopped and looked at his friend and saw a light sheen of perspiration on
his forehead.

"You don't mean it", he said but even as he spoke the thought made his dick
twitch.  Shane faced him and Bobby could see that there was a definite bulge in
the crotch of his friends yellow shorts.  Shane's hand came into view and
rubbed the lump slowly.

"Hell yes I do.  Come on, you want to don't you."

Bobby thought briefly about this and knew that his friend was right but, almost
as if he was prolonging the inevitable he concentrated on Shane's taut shorts
before he spoke.

"I will if you will", his voice croaked and as he spoke he saw his friend tense
slightly and  a widening damp patch started to cover the front of the yellow
shorts.  Shane was pissing himself!  Almost in disbelief Bobby watched the damp
area widen and then, as lines of yellow fluid started running from the leg of
Shane's shorts and down his slim, taut legs, he felt liquid begin to fill his
jockeys.  As he felt his hot piss soaking his briefs and shorts his dick got
harder and he could see the same thing was happening to Shane whose piss
darkened shorts were pushing out at the front, the wetness emphasising the
erect dick.  Shane watched his friend's piss filling his shorts and then
spilling down his legs and he moved forward and grabbed Bobby tightly, forcing
their piss soaked shorts together so their rigid cocks rubbed into each other
through the piss warmed cloth.

Bobby was in heaven, the combination of his soaking crotch and pants together
with his dick pressing into his friend felt incredible and he was shocked when
he heard Shane loudly tell him to stop.  He hesitated but when the command was
repeated insistently he managed to halt the flow of piss and stood, dripping
and confused.

"It's just for a moment", his excited friend reassured him, taking off his
T-Shirt. Next he removed Bobby's and then  he leant down and pulled off Bobby's
soaked shorts, followed by his own.  Bobby watched as Shane pulled open the fly
of his jockeys so that his hard, piss shiny rod sprung out and then he reached
over and taking hold of the other boys jockeys put his hand through the fly and
drew out the wet, throbbing cock.  He moved closer and manoeuvred his dick into
Bobby's fly and as he did so he moved his jockeys until his friends cock
slipped into the fly of his yellow underpants.  Then he pulled Bobby tight
towards him.

Bobby felt his dick pressing against the base of Shane's dick and rubbing the
damp skin of his crotch and could feel his friends organ pressing inside his
jockeys.

"Let's go", Shane muttered and started pissing into Bobby's jockeys.  As the
warm piss spattered over his skin and balls Bobby did likewise, feeling his
flow of urine leave his cock and run over Shane's skin and jockeys.  This felt
even better that before, he thought to himself but it wasn't long before he
heard the dreaded command to 'Stop' spoken again.  This time he was less
reluctant to obey and waited whilst Shane stood up and removed the soaking
yellow jockeys.  Next he slipped the wet briefs from his friend and then,
kneeling in front of him he grasped the shaft of Bobby's swollen cock.

"Piss on me" Bobby, please"

 By now Bobby was past caring and he started emptying the rest of his bladder,
watching excitedly as his hot yellow piss played over Shane's face, splashing
over the cheeks and even entering the open mouth.  At one point Shane even
placed his mouth over Bobby's cock, his lips pressing around the shaft as he
greedily swallowed the tangy, hot, yellow liquid still spraying from the hard
boy cock.  The sensation of Shane's mouth made Bobby's rod even stiffer making
it hard for him to keep peeing, and anyway, by now he really wanted what his
friend was getting so he almost roughly pulled away and flung himself back on
the ground, his cock pointing up at the sky.

Although Shane was almost at the point of no return he knew what his friend
wanted and clasping his prick he stood over Bobby and started pissing over him.
As he directed the warm stream over the naked boy Bobby groaned in ecstasy at
the feel of the other boy's piss splattering over his body.  He felt it
creeping up his chest until it soaked his chin and then for the first time his
mouth started to fill with piss.  As he eagerly let it spray over his tongue,
tasting the bitter sweet taste of boy urine he grabbed his dick and started
frantically jerking himself off.

This was too much for Shane who tightened his grip in his still pissing cock
and rubbed it furiously as he watched his friend licking the piss around his
mouth as he beat his meat.  It wasn't long before he saw Bobby's body lift
slightly off the ground and a few drops of spunk jumped from the end of his
dick.  Knowing that was the first time his friend had ever climaxed was enough
for Shane and he almost squealed at the intensity of the orgasm that shot
through him as his ball gave up the struggle and his cock started jetting blobs
of hot, creamy cum.  They spattered over the piss stained body at his feet and
as Bobby felt his friend's juices hit his body, blending with the covering of
piss, his cock twitched again and another white drop appeared and slid onto his
fast moving hand.  

Their incredible climaxes continued even after they had finished ejaculating
until finally Shane collapsed in a heap beside his exhausted friend and both
boys lay panting heavily, their bodies still damp with the showers of piss that
had recently flowed over them.  In Bobby's case his crotch and chest were also
covered with little puddles of Shane's cum but he didn't give a shit.  He'd
never associated having a piss with feeling good until now and the realisation
was something awesome, especially as he knew his friend shared the same
interests.

Shortly afterwards Shane led the way to a nearby stream that he 'happened' to
know was there and the two boys swam about until they were shiningly clean.  

As they returned to the clearing Bobby suddenly stopped and gazed in horror at
his shorts and jockeys, lying in a soggy, piss soaked pile.

"Oh, shit", he groaned.  "I can't go home in those.  What the fuck am I going
to do?"

His friend just laughed.  "Do you remember yesterday, when we were planning
today?  Well what did I tell to  put in your rucksack?"

Bobby thought for a moment then realisation dawned.

"A spare pair of shorts..", he exclaimed.  But how did you know.. I mean.."

Shane laughed

"I didn't", he replied. "But there was no harm in hoping..." 

The two boys dressed in clean shorts and stuffed the damp ones into their bags.
As they started the walk home, Shane turned to Bobby".

"How do you like the idea of a piss bath?..?"


Bobby And Shane   (Part 2)

"Bobby, Shane's on the phone".

"Coming Mom", he shouted as he opened his bedroom door and raced down
the stairs to the phone.  He grabbed it eagerly.

"Hi, Shane?"

A tingle of excitement ran through him as he heard his friends' voice.  It was
two days since Bobby had found out that there was more to having a piss
than just flopping it out and doing it and he'd kept thinking about that
afternoon in the woods.  When he'd got home he'd managed to slip his wet
clothes into the machine just before his mom turned it on so had avoided any
awkward questions.

"Hey buddy, wanna sleep over tonight?",  the voice on the phone asked.  "My
parents are going to some function and said I could have to over as
company."

"Sounds cool", Bobby replied, almost stammering with excitement.  "Hold on
whilst I check."   He placed the phone on the desk and ran into the kitchen
where his mom was making coffee.  She listened whilst he explained and
then agreed as long as she could check with Shane's mother.

Bobby stood impatiently, shifting his weight from foot to foot whilst his mom
took over the phone and had a brief conversation.  After what seems like
ages she turned and handed the receiver back to her son.

"That's fine", she told him and casually  returned to the kitchen.

The two boys arranged that Bobby would go over in the early afternoon and
then chatted generally for a couple of minutes until Bobby said he had to go. 

"See ya later," Shane said, "and don't forget to bring some changes of
clothing".   The phone went dead with these last words still ringing in Bobby's
ears as he realised what his friend meant and he raced back to his room
excitedly.  As he tried to imagination what Shane might have in mind,
knowing that piss was going to be involved he felt his dick start to stiffen
but he resisted the urge to get it out and jerk off, wanting to get his balls
as full as possible before the evening.

                                . . . . . . . . . .

Bobby got out the car and shut the door.

"Thanks mom", he shouted as he raced up the path to Shane's house,
rucksack in one hand and knocked on the door.  It opened at once which
suggested that Shane had been waiting by the door.  The two boys grinned at
each other and as Bobby entered the house the front door shut behind them.
Shane led the way to his room and Bobby looked around curiously.  It was larger
than his and there was a door leading off in the left wall.  When Shane saw him
looking at this he went over, opened it and beckoned him over.  Bobby walked
across the room and peered through the open door at a gleaming bathroom.

"That's right", Shane told him gleefully, "I've got my own facilities.  Neat
huh?"

It certainly was neat, thought Bobby as he looked around the shiny, tiled
room, taking in the large, blue coloured bath and, nearby, the matching toilet.
As often happens, when he saw the toilet gaping invitingly he felt the urge to
piss and even started moving towards it but as he did his friend grabbed his
arm.

"Hey, not there!".

As Bobby watched, rather puzzled, Shane went to a cupboard, opened it and
took out a stainless steel saucepan which he carried over to the curious boy.

"Do it in here", Shane urged him.  

Bobby saw that the saucepan was already half full of clear, yellowish liquid.

Shane laughed.  "Shit I've been using it since I first heard you could come
over."

Bobby tried to ask what is was for but his friend just told him to wait and see
so, with a shrug, he unzipped his fly, pulled out his dick and started pissing
into the saucepan.  As he watched his warm piss mingle with the contents of
the saucepan the smell of fresh urine reached his nostrils and he felt his cock
hardening between his fingers but he concentrated on getting his piss finished.
He was about to shake the last drops off when Shane told him not to and to
just stuff his dick back inside his underwear.  As he did so he knew that those
last drops had ended up on his briefs and he was feeling pretty excited as he
pulled up his zipper over his slightly bulging crotch.

The two of them fooled around until it was time for supper, stopping
frequently for drinks, and the saucepan was pressed into service on several
more occasions.  On the third or so time Bobby's stream caused the level to
nearly reach the top but Shane just told him to wait a second, went to the
cupboard and exchanged the full saucepan with an empty one.  During the rest of
the afternoon this new utensil was used three times, twice by Shane and once by
Bobby. When Shane was using it Bobby found himself getting quite horny as he
watched the stream of piss leave his friends dick and splash into the saucepan,
and as he remembered how hard Shane's cock had been the other day he could feel
the boner building up in his pants.

As they went down to eat Shane reminded Bobby to drink as much as he
could during the meal.  This didn't turn out to be that hard as, because
Shane's parents were going out to eat the boys ate in the kitchen which had an
inexhaustible supply of water from the tap, a supply both boys made the most
of during their meal.  By the time they had cleared their plates Bobby could
already feel the pressure building up on his bladder.

When they finally left the kitchen Shane's parents were getting ready to leave
and they wished both boys goodnight, saying they wouldn't be back until very
late and warning the them not to be up when they returned.  As the front
door closed behind them the two boys hastily made for the stairs and ran up to
Shane's bedroom.  As Bobby desperately unzipped his fly his friend grabbed
the semi-full saucepan from the cupboard and placing it on a stool started
unzipping his own zip.   They stood over the saucepan and starting emptying
their full bladders with relief.  The build up of urine was such that this
saucepan was also soon full and, yet again Shane replaced it with an empty one.
Bobby was unable to hold back his curiosity any longer and asked why they were
pissing into saucepans each time.  Shane just grinned, said he'd understand
later and told him he'd removed the utensils from the kitchen early that
morning.

For the next hour or so they watched tv but although Bobby was enjoying the
programme his mind kept wandering to what was in the cupboard and as he
thought of the piss filled saucepans one hand rubbed over the crotch of his
jeans.  As the end music of the tv show filled the room Bobby turned lazily to
his friend.

"Better get the saucepan, buddy, I need to go again".

"Not this time" Shane replied, getting up.  "What clothes did you bring with
you?"

Although he was a bit surprised at this sudden change of topic, Bobby
obligingly dumped the contents of his rucksack onto the bed.  Shane looked at
the untidy pile consisting mainly of clothes and after a brief pause selected a
pair of silky, red sports shorts which he handed to his friend.

"Put these on", he muttered, his voice slightly hoarse and as Bobby started to
undo his jeans Shane went over to the cupboard and returned with a similar
pair of shorts, only these were blue.  Both boys quickly removed their jeans
and slipped on the shorts and as Bobby pulled his up to his waist he was
conscious of the smooth feel of the material against his legs.  

"Take off your T-shirt too?" came the hoarse voice again and Bobby did,
throwing the garment on to the bed next to where Shane's was already lying. The
two of them looked at each other, both naked from the waist up, shiny shorts
covering their waists and upper thighs and slim legs tapering down towards the
bedroom floor.

Shane moved to the double bed, covered with the contents of Bobby's
rucksack and, grabbing hold of the top sheets and cover, pulled them right down
and off the bed until they lay in a crumpled pile on the floor together with
all the stuff that had been lying on them.  Then he leapt onto the bed and lay
in the centre on his back, looking up at his friend.

"I want you to kneel over my face", Shane told him, almost matter of factly
and, somewhat mystified, Bobby manoeuvred himself on the bed until one leg was
each side of the other boys neck and Shane's head was between them.  As Shane
looked up he could see his friends legs where they disappeared into the legs of
the red, shiny shorts and he caught a glimpse of  white briefs through the hole
of one leg.  He could already feel himself getting hard as he told Bobby to
lower his body.

Above him Bobby was also starting to get horny and as his crotch got closer
to the face waiting below he felt Shane's boy breath lightly brushing his bare
leg.  Lower and lower he went until finally he was pressing against his friend,
his butt resting on the chest and his balls resting on Shane's chin.  He could
feel his hardened shaft pointing up his briefs and pressing against the
material.

"Start pissing", Shane muttered, staring at the red material and their exciting
contents only a centimetre or two away and his hands clenched in anticipation, 

Because of his hardened state that request was not that easy.  Bobby closed
his eyes and concentrated, imagining his urine leaving his bladder and moving
up his shaft and he was finally rewarded by a trickle of liquid that left  the
piss slit of his cock and dampened his briefs.  He concentrated again and this
time instead of a trickle he felt a stream leaving his dick.  The feeling of
the warm piss gradually soaking his briefs was something else and with one hand
he rubbed the outside of his shorts, pressing them against his urinating dick
head.

Below Shane watched eagerly as he was the red shorts start to darken with
moisture and as the acrid scent of Bobby's boy pissed wafted over him his
dick pressed hard into his jockeys.  It wasn't long before Bobby's shorts and
briefs could hold more and dribbles of yellow liquid started to spatter over
Shane's nose and mouth.  The drops of still warm, golden fluid falling on his
face were almost too much to bear and he grabbed hold the damp material over
Bobby's damp butt and pulled the boy towards him until he could bury his mouth
in the urine soaked material and could feel the hardness of Bobby's cock
underneath it.  His friends yellow piss was now seeping freely from the soaked
shorts, covering his facing and filling his mouth.  Shane sucked on the red
shorts so he could get more of his friends, acidic, yellow piss and as he
sucked he rubbed his hands over the yielding, silky covered butt cheeks of the
other boy. 

Bobby was loving the sensations being caused by his friend sucking at his
crotch through his piss  drenched shorts  and he clasped the back of the dark
haired boy's head and pressed it hard against his rigid dick so as to get the
most from the experience.  The air around him was now smelling of damp clothing
and urine and was making Bobby a little light-headed and as he felt the warm
stream from his cock slow and then stop he couldn't wait any longer for his
turn so he let go Shane's head, leant slightly left and toppled onto the bed
beside his friend.  Shane raised his piss streaked face and looked at Bobby who
was lying, writhing slightly and rubbing his hands over his damp shorts. 

"Oh God, Shane, piss on me, please, I need it.."

Without further ado Shane knelt over his friend's face and after shoving his
hand inside his briefs and moving his dick until it was pointing towards his
chest, clenched his butt and tried to piss.  Nothing happened - for a few
seconds - and then..

Bobby watched enthralled as Shane's silky shorts started to dampen and he
reached up a hand and clasped it around the material over the head of his
friend's cock so he could feel the warm stream  leaving the piss slit before
filling the shorts and jockeys.  Every now and then he'd move the now damp
palm to his mouth so he could smell his friends boy piss.  As soon as he was
pissing properly Shane lowered himself until his ball sack was pressing against
Bobby's chin and then leant foreword so his pissing dick was tight against his
half open mouth.  He could feel his shorts getting soaked and warm rivulets
running down his legs as his golden stream continued flowing from his piss
slit.

As the warm, tangy liquid flowed through the shorts and onto his face Bobby
lapped at it furiously - yesterday he'd never tasted urine - now he couldn't
get enough of it. One hand rubbed Shane's damp leg and then slipped under the
leg of the shorts until it was rubbing the ridged leg hold of the jockeys
underneath before slipping inside the damp cotton.  The hand continued moving
over his friend's ass cheek he pressed it to increase the pressure on his face
as his fingers moved ever upwards until they rested on the crack of his ass.
Still licking at the piss soaked shorts Bobby was still aware that his fingers
were now probing between the ass cheeks until one of them was touching the
puckered ass hole.

Shane gave a small moan of pleasure as he felt a finger pushing into his
asshole and his cock hardened more even though his piss was still pulsing from
the slit at the end.  The finger was suddenly withdrawn and he felt hands
grabbing his shorts and briefs and dragging them down over his butt.  As soon
as the piss sodden material was clumped under his ass the hand moved around
until they grabbed the front of the clothing and slid it down.  The waistbands
caught against the stiff shaft inside them and immediately one hand pulled the
waistbands out and down whilst the other caught hold of the hot, throbbing
dick and pointed it towards Bobby's mouth.

As the direct jet of piss hit his cheek Bobby lifted his head and clamped his
mouth over the swollen cock head so that every drop of the remaining tangy
boy piss would enter his mouth and he swallowed greedily each time his mouth
started to fill.  As the tangy tasting piss slipped down his throat his finger
returned to Shane's asshole, one probing finger entered the tight, puckered
hole and he could feel his friend pressing against the invading digit. 

All too soon Sean's bladder was flushed out and the stream died to a trickle
and then to nothing.  Bobby kept licking the cock in his mouth, until Shane
pulled away and then dove down onto the bed so his face was by the other's
crotch.  Frantically he pulled down the red shorts and soaked briefs and then
started licking Bobby's balls, pubic area and cock. Not wishing to be outdone
Bobby started doing the same to his friend's piss damp areas and the two of
them slaved away lasciviously at each other.   

They kept this up for a time but all things have to end and as Bobby was
running his tongue  over Shane's dick head where it joined the shaft  the whole
organ started jumping and gobs of white spunk started to spurt out of the piss
slit and onto Bobby's cheek.  As the scent of the warm, creamy liquid reached
him Bobby felt himself coming and when he felt his cock staring to spit it's
own few jets of cum he buried his face in Shane's crotch, almost oblivious to
the spunk still pulsating onto his neck and upper body.

All too soon both boy's started to relax as their paroxysm's lessened until
finally they just lay, temporarily exhausted, on the bed, the sheets of which
were now damp with the results of their recent urine session.

Eventually Bobby moved and then got up off the bed but as he started
towards the bathroom he heard Shane move.

"What're you doing?"

Bobby paused.  "Well, I thought we'd have to get cleaned up now", he said to
Shane who just grinned.

"Hell no.  That was only the start.  Unless, of course, you've had enough for
today."

Without any hesitation Bobby said he hadn't and then curiously asked what
else his friend had planned.

Shane stood up, pulled his wet shorts and jockey's up and looked at Bobby."

"For now just pull your shorts up and chill out.  We need a break before the
next treat." 

Then, seeing the puzzled look on the other's face he continued.

"Don't you want to know what I've planned for those saucepans. . . .?"


Bobby & Shane (3)

["For now just pull your shorts up and chill out.  We need a break before the
next treat." 

Then, seeing the puzzled look on the other's face he continued.

"Don't you want to know what I've planned for those saucepans. . . .?"]


For the next couple of hours the two boys just mucked around, playing with
Shane's computer and some of his other stuff. To begin with Bobby had felt a
bit weird going round in his piss soaked jockeys and shorts but the feel of the
damp clothing had also excited him.  As they played on the computer he would
get the occasional whiff of drying piss enter his nostrils and each time it
happened his dick would twitch. He eyes kept flicking over to his friend, or
more specifically, to the slowly drying blue shorts covering the crotch and he
would remember the recent events when he'd had his face buried in them. During
this time both boys had kept drinking glasses of water as often as they could
and also made good use of the saucepans in the cupboard!

Finally Shane turned towards Bobby and raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Fancy some more 'fun'?" he asked mischievously.

"Yes please", came the eager reply.

Bobby watched as Shane went over and opened the cupboard.  By now there were
four saucepans lined up on a shelf, all virtually full of yellow liquid.  Shane
grabbed a couple and told his friend to get the other two and follow him.
Somewhat mystified Bobby did and his puzzlement increased as he followed the
other boy down to the kitchen.  Shane dumped his containers on two of the
cooker rings and indicated to Bobby to do the same.  Having done so Bobby
watched as Shane turned on each of the four heat rings under the saucepans and
stepped back.  Seeing the quizzical expression on his friends face he laughed.

"I don't know about you but I prefer warm piss.", he explained.

They stood around, chatting and watching the saucepans and Bobby was reminded
of something he'd heard his Mom say - a watched kettle never boils - and now he
was beginning to see what she meant.  Every now and again Shane would give the
contents of each pan a stir to ensure the liquid warmed evenly and finally the
unmistakable smell of warm urine wafted across the kitchen.  Bobby sniffed the
aroma and felt  his now dry shorts and briefs tauten as his prick rapidly
stiffened.  He look down at Shane's crotch and saw that they were tented out at
the front as his friend's cock reacted in the same manner.

Shane stuck an experimental finger into each saucepan and announced that they
were just right.  The two boys each grabbed two of the saucepans of gently
steaming piss and carefully carried them upstairs to Shane's bedroom. When they
reached it Bobby followed his friend into the adjacent bathroom and, following
his friends example, placed the saucepans on a shelf that ran alongside the
bath.  Shane turned on the shower attachment and when the water was hot,
sprayed it over the enamel surface of the bath for a few seconds before
switching off the water and replacing the shower nozzle in its holder.  As the
last of the water disappeared down the plug hole he took the plug and put it
in.

"Warms the bath up," he announced matter of factly. "I don't like getting into
it when the surface is cold."

Whilst he'd been speaking he'd removed his shoes and socks and then, kicking
them into a corner he got into the bath and knelt at one end, facing the
centre.  He started to tell his friend to do the same but Bobby had already
realised this and was already shucking off his footwear.  As he stepped into
the empty bath and knelt facing Shane he could smell the piss from the still
steaming saucepans and he couldn't help looking excitedly at their slightly
yellow contents.

Shane grabbed a glass from the shelf, dipped into one of the saucepans and drew
it out full of warm piss.  He held it up, looked at it and then moved it
towards his face and sniffed deeply.  Bobby watched in fascination and then, as
the glass was pushed towards him he placed his nose over it and breathed in the
heady scent of their warm, mixed piss.

"Drink some", he heard his friend say and without further ado he guided the
glass to his mouth and drank some of the contents.  The taste of the tangy
liquid caused his already rigid cock to swell even more and all too soon the
glass was removed from his lips.

Shane drank deeply from the glass then, putting it down on the shelf, leaned
forward and, clasping a hand around Bobby's head, drew it forward until he was
able to press his mouth against his friends. Bobby felt Shane's tongue probing
his lips and he parted them to allow his friend access.  As the mouths locked
together Shane opened his slightly and as Bobby tasted  warm piss dribbling
into his mouth he realised his friend hadn't swallowed all of it but had kept
some back for this very purpose.  He pressed his mouth harder against the other
boys and pushed his own tongue forward until it entered Shane's wet, urine
tasting mouth and was able to explore the interior.  The probing turned to
kissing, the wonderful scent of the piss exciting both boys more than they
could have imagined.

Finally, almost reluctantly, the two boys broke off their pretty passionate
kissing and Shane, having refilled the glass, held it above his friends chest
and tipped it so a stream of the warm yellow liquid ran down the hairless chest
and stomach and dampened the waistband of the red shorts.  When the glass was
empty Shane moved to re-fill it and as he did so Bobby excitedly grabbed
another glass, filled it with piss and poured it over the other boys chest.
This action really started things going as both boys started to continuously
fill their glasses with piss and pour them over the other.  They kept this up
until two of the saucepans were virtually empty and then paused, panting
slightly, staring at each other.  Bobby saw that Shane's whole body was now
shining damply as the result of the piss Bobby had poured over him
indiscriminately.  Even his hair was soaked and yellow rivulets were dribbling
from it down his face and then dripping to his chest. Bobby could feel his own
hair clinging wetly to his head causing  piss drops to  drip onto his face and
the smell of piss filled the bathroom.

"Turn around", Shane ordered, huskily and his friend obeyed, turning and
leaning over the rear of the bath so Shane could see the mounds of his damp ass
outlined under the wet red shorts.  Re-filling his glass again Shane grasped
the waistband of Bobby's shorts and after pulling it outwards, poured the whole
contents of the glass down the inside of the shorts so that the briefs
underneath were soaked with piss.  Putting down his glass and grabbing  the
waistband of the shorts with both hands Shane pulled them down until they were
bunched up under Bobby's ass cheeks.  Then, clasping the others pelvis he knelt
forward and buried his face in the piss warm jockeys, his mouth and nose
resting on the damp crack between Bobby's ass cheeks.  He sucked at the
material, tasting the piss moving his mouth around the fleshy mounds as he
sucked.  Then he grasped the briefs and pulled them down to join the damp,
bunched shorts.  He stroked the now naked ass with one hand as, with the other
he re-filled the glass and then he proceeded to pull the ass cheeks apart
slightly and empty the glass of piss into the crack so that it poured down the
slightly dark crevice and past the puckered ass hole.

Shane looked at his friend's wet ass cheeks and crack then bent even lower
until his nose was buried in the crack and his tongue could lick at the piss
damp ass hole.  It probed the puckered muscle, forcing itself slightly into the
tight hole and as he licked Shane blindly found a glass, filled it and then,
guessing the right position, he started  pouring.  The contents splashed over
the bottom of  Bobby's back and into the ass crack, running over Shane's nose
and over the portion of tongue that was not probing Bobby's ass hole. 

Leaning over the bath Bobby was suffering a wave of emotions as his friend's
tongue played around his ass hole.  His cock was sticking rigidly out against
his wet briefs and the aroma of piss was making him feel almost  intoxicated.
Only a few days ago his only experience of sex was jerking off and now he was
in a bath, covered in piss with his best friend licking his ass hole!  He
desperately wanted to touch his hard cock but was terrified that just doing
this would make him cum and he wanted to prolong this.  He also really wanted
to lick Shane's ass and finally he managed to croak this out to his friend.

As soon as he realised what Bobby wanted to do Shane stopped tonguing his
friend and, with a bit of difficulty the two friends changed positions.  Now it
was Bobby in the 'driving seat' and he rubbed one hand over the tight, wet red
shorts covering Shane's ass. Leaning over he tentatively licked the wet, shiny
material, tasting the fabric and piss mixture and smelling the acrid aroma.
Soon he had the shorts pulled down and was eagerly sniffing the piss soaked
white cotton jockeys, rubbing his hands over his friends slippery back as he
rubbed his face where the jockeys covered Shane's ass.  Without moving his head
he grabbed the jockeys and pulled them down, feeling them rubbing past his face
until finally his lips were brushing the now naked ass cheeks in front of him.
Bringing his hands down he grasped one globe in each hand and prised them
gently apart so he could see his friends inviting, puckered ass ring in front
of him.  He pushed his face between the cheeks and experimentally licked the
tightly muscled hole.  It tasted of piss and boy sex so he licked harder,
pushing the tip of his tongue against the resisting hole until he managed to
get about half an inch inside Shane's ass.  The various smells  in the room
combined to make both boys forget anything except satisfying their own sexual
needs and Shane pushed his ass against his friends mouth as the tongue
continued its probing.

When he could take no more of the rimming Shane moved around until the two of
them were facing one another again.  Both boys still had their shorts and
jockeys bunched underneath their asses but their cocks were still covered and
making obvious bulges in their damp shorts.  In unison they moved towards each
other until their faces were cheek to cheek.  Shane rubbed one hand over
Bobby's naked back and with the other felt along the shelf until his palm came
into contact with one of the full saucepans.  Grasping the handle he lifted the
heavy pan until it was directly over them and tipped it sideways.  

Bobby gasped as the entire contents of the saucepan showered onto his and
Shane's heads continuing over the rest of their bodies.  Shane rubbed himself
against his friend as the still warm stream ran down their chests and reached
their already soaked shorts. He could feel Bobby's hard prick under the wet
shorts as it rubbed against his own and he hurriedly put down the saucepan and
grabbed the last full one so he could repeat his earlier action.  This time, he
grasped his friends head and pulled it back so Bobby was looking directly up at
the saucepan and as soon as he had done the same he turned his wrist.

Bobby stared as the saucepan gradually tilted until its contents started to
pour over the side and onto the two upturned faces.  He opened his mouth to
catch some of the golden liquid and the bitter fluid splashed into his mouth
and over his face.  Beside him Shane was also drinking greedily, gulping down
the piss torrent as fast as he could.  All too soon the saucepan was empty and
he put it down on the shelf. By now they were standing in 3 inches of piss that
was sloshing around the bottom of the bath and every inch of their bodies smelt
of the same thing. 

Shane knelt in front of Bobby  and ripped down the sodden shorts and briefs
until they were lying in the yellow piss pool.  He looked at the beautiful,
rigid cock in front of his face, shining with piss.  Bobby knew what his friend
wanted and he shut his eyes and concentrated until he got his bladder to
release it's full load.

As the piss started streaming from his friends cock Shane grasped the warm
shaft and directed the hot yellow stream over his face and into his open mouth
and as he drank greedily his other hand was investigating Bobby's willing ass
hole, one finger pushing in and out of the tight, piss covered  hole.  Bobby
clenched his ass muscle tightly  around the finger and tried to keep his piss
stream going at full force.  Shane kept swallowing his friends wonderful golden
stream, knowing his own prick was swelling even more in his excitement.  As
soon as the piss flow started to falter, but before it had stopped,  Shane
stood up, ripped off his sodden shorts and briefs and pulled them over Bobby's
head.  Then he turned the boy around and pushed him down until he was lying
face down in the piss pool.  Then he closed his eyes and concentrated.

Bobby lay there, his face not only covered with the pissy clothes so he
couldn't see but also pressing into the urine pool.  The only thing he could
smell was piss and he was almost reluctant to raise his head every now and then
to draw breath.  He was savouring the wonderful experience, wondering if
anything could be better when he felt hot liquid strike his back as Shane
started pissing on him.  He wiggled excitedly as the piss flow flowed over his
ass as Shane aimed it at his ass crack.

Shane watched the wriggling boy beneath him and knew he couldn't wait any
longer to try something he'd been think about ever since he'd first introduced
his friend to the joys of water sports.  Still pissing he knelt down and
letting go of his cock he prised Bobby's ass cheeks apart until he could see
the invitingly tight ass hole. He moved down even more until his pissing prick
was touching the slightly brown, puckered ring, causing his piss to splash back
as it hit the skin, then,  taking a deep breath, he pushed down, forcing his
dick through the muscle and into Bobby's warm, tight hole.

Bobby squirmed as the swollen meat slid into his ass but the feeling of someone
pissing inside his ass was unbelievable and as Shane started to fuck him he
clenched his ass hole around the hard cock and pressed his face into the urine
pool.  The feel of his friends breath on the back of his next made it even
better and he rubbed his own dick against the slimy floor of the bath.

Shane kept pumping away, sliding his piss lubricated cock in and out of the
beautifully tight hole and at the same time he licked the piss from his friends
neck.  By now he'd stopped pissing in Bobby's ass but could still feel the
liquid enveloping his cock as he fucked away.  He could feel his balls
tightening as the cum started it's final journey and he increased the force of
his pumping until, with a gasp, he felt his cock emptying its hot spunk into
the piss and dick filled ass.

Feeling the throbbing flesh buried in his ass starting to spew its cum was the
last straw for Bobby and he frantically slid his dick over the enamel bath
floor until his creamy cum spurted from his tight, throbbing organ, mixing with
the yellow piss pool.  At the point of his orgasm he buried his face in the
urine underneath him and swallowed it through Shane's shorts, still over his
face.

Eventually the cum streams stopped and the two boys started to relax, feeling
their dicks starting to soften. Shane knelt up, his prick leaving Bobby's well
used ass with a slight plopping noise, trailing a thin strand of pissy cum that
dangled from the end.  He watched as his friend turned onto his side, pulled
the sodden clothing from his face and looked, almost adoringly at him.  Shane
smiled back.

"NOW we get cleaned up!", he announced.

The End

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