Date: Mon, 19 Oct 1998 15:54:09 GMT
From: gaystories@bigfoot.com
Subject: Pete's Pee

This story concerns a teen boys increasing fascination with WS linked sex
so if that's not your bag DON'T READ IT!

Further chapters will follow detailing his increasing experimentation, if
people are interested.

Please send any comments to gaystories@bigfoot.com


Pete's Pee (1)

Until I was thirteen I was like most other people, I suppose, when it came to
peeing.  When I had to pee I'd find a toilet and use it.  I can still remember
the day all this changed.

I'd already discovered that when my dick got stiff it felt real good to stroke
it and these sessions usually ended with me getting a really nice feeling all
through my body.  In the end I was doing it two or three times a day although
then nothing ever came out, I just got this lovely warm feeling.

As I was saying, on 'the day' I'd been out playing with friends, we'd been in
the woods fooling around.  No, I don't mean that kind of fooling around I mean
the kind of stuff 13 year olds do, playing war and things like that.  Anyway
it was a hot day and I remember I kept taking drinks from the stream to cool
down.  Anyway, some time during the afternoon, as the others had gradually
left to go home or do other stuff, I ended up on my own. I could have gone
back with the others but, for some reason, I wanted to stay in the woods a bit
longer.

By the way, my name's Pete, sorry I didn't introduce myself before, I often
forget to do stuff like that.  Anyhow, I wandered around on my own, chucking
stones at the trees and generally bumming around until I heard the sounds of
voices coming towards where I was standing.  Now I'd heard about boys my age
who'd met people in woods and had things done to them.  I didn't know what,
exactly, but mum had told me about these 'preverts', as she called them, who
did nasty things to young boys and then killed them and I didn't want to end
up like one of them so I crouched down into some nearby bushes to hide until
whoever was coming had gone by.  I could hear the voices getting nearer, there
were two of them and they didn't sound a lot older than me, but I wasn't going
to take any chances so I tried to keep as still as possible.

It wasn't long before the owners of the voices were standing almost in front
of the very bushes I was hiding in and I tried to breath real silent in case
they heard me.  I could see glimpses of blue jeaned legs through the bush and
then I heard one of them tell the other he needed a piss.  Before I realised
what was happening one pair of legs moved towards me until they were almost
touching the bush where I was.  I heard the sound of a zipper, followed by
some rustling sounds and then something warm and wet started spattering over
the bush and also me!

I knew at once what was happening, the guy was pissing on me,  O.K. he didn't
know I was there and thought he was just pissing into a bush, but that didn't
make it any better as droplets of his yellow stream bounced off the bush and
spotted my face.  Then, as you do, the guy started moving his dick around,
aiming his yellow flow randomly into the bush and as I was hit by more of his
piss I started to notice a familiar, strong but not unpleasant smell.  Then
some of his piss was deflected from a leaf and landed smack on my slightly
open mouth.  I daren't move and so could do nothing to stop his warm piss
droplets sliding over my lips and into my mouth until I was tasting it as well
as smelling it.  Then a weird thing happened.  I started getting a hard on and
although I wasn't that big at that age, because of the position I was in my
dick started pushing uncomfortably against my jockeys.

It seemed to me that this guy was pissing gallons, but it probably was only
really a normal piss, but I seemed to be squatting for hours as his hot spray
continued its journey through the bush and onto me.  Anyway, finally I
realised that the flow was slowing and then it stopped and I could just make
out his hand shaking his cock, stuffing it back into his trousers and zipping
up before turning away from the bush.  I felt relieved he was going but was
feeling really horny and could smell and taste the results of his urination.
Of course, just when I thought that was it, I heard movement and realised that
the guys friend had also decided to take a leak, in the same bush!

From what I could make out this guy was a bit taller and so, when he took out
his dick to pee it was pointing about a foot higher, near the top of the bush.
He gave a small grunt of concentration and then his piss started to stream
from his cock and over the bush which meant most of it landed on me.  I was
starting to get pretty damp now as this guy sprayed away and, also, hornier
and hornier as the smell of his acrid discharge reached my nostrils and the
bitter taste dribbled over my lips and mouth.  I was desperate to grab by
stiff dick through my shorts and jockeys and give it some attention but
realised If I tried it I'd be spotted.

Unlike the other guy, this one had now found a gap in the leaves and was
pissing into it, not realising that this meant I was now on the receiving end
of an almost unbroken jet of hot yellow pee which was hitting my left cheek
before dribbling down into my T-shirt.  Hardly realising what I was doing I
moved my head as quietly as I could until I got my mouth in front of the now
exciting liquid and, opening wider, allowed it to start filling my mouth.
This didn't take long and soon there was a mini waterfall of piss running over
my bottom lip and down my chin.   I realised that I was also swallowing quite
a lot of it but instead of feeling sick or disgusted, I felt great as I
swallowed someone else's hot, golden piss.  My T-shirt front was pretty wet
and I could feel some of the liquid reach the top of my shorts causing a damp
feeling in them.  The thing is, I was really disappointed when the guy
finished and zipped up and then, talking to his friend, the two of them walked
away.

As soon as it was safe I grabbed the bulge in my shorts and squeezed it
furiously and then, not caring any more if anyone came, pulled open the damp
shorts and pulled them and my jockeys down so my dick snapped free and stuck
stiffly out in front of me.  I fell back on the ground, one hand furiously
pumping my rigid shaft whilst I rubbed the  other one over my piss stained
face and then held it over my mouth so I could smell the lovely scent of the
two guys fresh piss.  I licked my palm to get more of the strong taste on my
tongue and sniffed hard as I speeded up the movements on my dick until I felt
the familiar sensations starting in by balls. I knew I was about to get the
nice feeling and licked my lips to get more piss flavour just as my body
spasmed and my cock started to jerk.  I knew I was having the best feeling I'd
ever had but there was something else too as I felt something coming out of my
piss slit.  I clenched my ass cheeks together as the feelings got more intense
and then collapsed, panting, letting the after orgasm feelings wash over me.
I looked down at my softening dick and, to my surprise and excitement saw
there were two or three small blobs of white stuff on my stomach and knew that
I had just shot sperm for the first time in my life.

I also realised that it was because I'd been pissed on I'd had this incredible
feeling and from then on I would have to experiment more with the exciting
yellow liquid.  But I also knew something else, although I was determined to
experiment using my own piss I would only get full satisfaction using other
peoples, whether they knew about it or not!   

And I already knew what I wanted to do next. . .


Pete's Pee (2)

Hi, it's me again.  Remember I  told you about the first time I discovered
that I got off on piss, well that was only the start!

After being pissed on and getting my first proper cum I still felt quite horny
and the smell of the  piss on my clothes and face wasn't helping. I also
discovered something else which was that however much you like getting pissed
on it's not the easiest thing to keep secret.  All the way home I was sure
that everyone I passed would notice the smell and know what I'd been up to but
nobody seemed to notice, which was a relief but I also knew that the hardest
bit would be when I got home as  mum was bound to notice something.  So when I
reached my house I walked towards it pretty slowly until I saw our car wasn't
outside and realised she'd gone out.

You'll never know how relieved I felt about this and I quickly let myself in
and shot up to my room, shutting the door behind me.  I went over to the
mirror just to see how obvious it was that my clothes were wet and was to see
that it was almost impossible to find any sign of damp patches.  I pulled off
my T-shirt and sniffed it curiously.  There was a slight smell of piss coming
from it but only when I shoved my nose right into it so maybe mum wouldn't
have noticed after all.  I said the smell was pretty faint but it was till
enough to make my cock start to get hard so I chucked the T-shirt to the floor
and took off the rest of my stuff. I sniffed each item just to check and
although my jockeys just smelt of my dick and crotch as they usually did, the
top of my shorts gave off a definite smell of teen piss which made me get a
complete boner.  I dropped the shorts and stared at my reflection in the
mirror.

This might be a good time to tell you what I look like 'cos all you know about
me so far is my name and that I'm 13.  That might be all you want to know but
if it was me reading this I'd be curious as to what I looked like, if you see
what I mean, so I'm going to describe me anyway. Obviously I'm older now than
when the stuff I'm telling you about happened, but only by around a year, so
this description is still pretty accurate and where there have been any
obvious changes I'll let you know. And as I want to be accurate about me I'm
writing this standing in front of my mirror and I've stripped off so the
description you get now will be what I really look like and not what I think I
look like.

I'm not all that tall for my age, I'm around 5' 5" and was an inch or so
shorter last year.  I've got black hair which is pretty thick but not greasy
and it's cut in a standard ways and hasn't got any weird shaved bits in it. My
face is slim, like the rest of me and my skin is a kinda light olive colour,
like I've got a slight tan even when I haven't.  My chest isn't very muscular
and quite flat, except for my little nipple which stick out a bit.  My
stomach's the same, except it hasn't got any nipples!, and I've got an innie
belly button.  Now I'm looking at my dick which has got hard again as I'm
writing this.  At the moment it's about 5 inches, bigger than last year but
not much, and my foreskin is pulled back by the hard on so I can see the head
of my cock.  It's a sort of pinky colour and is a bit shiny at the moment and
from where I'm standing I can just see the little slit at the end.  I'm
starting to get more pubic hair now but last year I'd only got a few small
whispy ones 'cos I wasn't able to cum properly until that day I told you about
in the last part.  'Course it's all different now and I can shoot quite a lot
of sperm when I wank, especially when there's piss involved, but then you'll
find out all about that later. 

Well that's what I look like, hope it's helped you picture me if you want to
and I'm sorry if you've found this last bit boring but I've finished the
description now and so I can get on with telling you about more of the  fun I
had with piss.

(Well I will in a minute as first I've got to do something about this hard on
I've got so please hold on while I just have a wank. ..)

                               . . . .. . . . .

Sorry about that, hope you didn't get too bored waiting.  Now where was I?

The night after my experience in the woods I found it hard to get to sleep as
I kept thinking about being pissed on by those two boys which, of course, gave
me a hard on which, of course, made it impossible to sleep. (I think something
like that is called a vicious circle, all I know is it was a real pain).

But as I couldn't get to sleep I started to think about what to do next about
my new interest in pee.  I'd already figured out that I'd have to make some
arrangements about changes of clothes and stuff like that and finally managed
to solve this problem.  I decided it would be best to hide a couple of basic
changes of clothes outside of the house in places others were unlikely to find
them but which were pretty easy for me to get to. I'd already planned to take
spare clothes with me whenever possible but wanted the other changes in case
of emergency.  The house next door was owned by some old women who no-one
hardly ever saw but it did have a pretty big back garden which had  a decrepit
old shed at the end of it.  I knew from hearing my parents talk that the old
women didn't look after this garden so hiding some clothes in the shed seemed
a perfect solution.  The other hiding place was more of a problem and in the
end I decided to leave it 'til later.  The next thing to think about was where
I should go next but, as I said in the last chapter, I'd already got an idea
about this, the problem was how to satisfy myself without getting caught.  The
place had been obvious to me from the start, it was a place where I could
watch numerous boys pissing but it was what I did to satisfy my new urges that
would be the problem.  In the end I decided to worry about this once I
achieved 'phase one' which I'd do tomorrow. Having planned as much as I could
I finally managed to get to sleep, one hand wrapped around my again stiff
cock.   Oh, you want to know the place?  It's obvious, the boys toilets at my
school!

. . . . . . . .

When I woke up the next day my first thought was of what I'd got planned for
today which naturally got me hard again.  I didn't have a  wank tho' as I
wanted to wait until later so I washed and got dressed, carefully pulling the
elastic waist of my jockeys over my stiffie before putting on my dark grey
school trousers.  I don't want  to bore you with a description of my journey
to school or my first lessons of the day so I'll skip that and get to where
the bell rang tell us it was time for the morning break.

Now some of you might be thinking it was going to be pretty simple for me to
watch other boys pissing, but it's not that simple!  Sure, I could have
rushed to the toilet as soon as the bell went and sneakily watched some of the
others as they emptied their bladders into the china urinal but if I'd done
that I'd never have managed to get my rocks off.  Think about it.  When the
classes finish a lot of boys rush off in groups  for a piss and they all wait
for their mates to finish and then all leave in a group.  Now  if I'd been one
of the early rush I could only have stayed in the bog, (that's slang for
toilet in case you don't know), for a short time as with these groups hanging
around it could easily  become obvious I was behaving oddly.  See what I mean?
Just in case you want to try it, wait until the first rush is over - then go
in.  By doing that you can stand there and wait as usually only one or two
boys will come in at a time and if you still seem to be having a piss when
they've finished they'll just leave thinking you just had a really full
bladder. 

So that's what I did.

I hovered around the corridor, pretending to look at the notice board, and
watched the bog door out of the corner of my eye.  For some minutes the door
was almost constantly opening and closing but then the numbers died down and
it was time to make my move.

As I pushed open the bog door and went in I immediately recognised the aroma
of fresh boy piss that seemed to hang around.  I suppose it had been there
every time I'd used it but then I hadn't been looking for it.  The room was
empty at the moment so I spent a moment or two just looking at the urinals.

I better give you a quick description of the layout.  Instead of one long
trough on the floor to catch the flow of piss there were a number of
individual china ones, set into the wall, their bases just below the average
height of a teenager's balls and their tops about where their necks would be.
Each of these had a pipe at the base that joined another larger one which
disappeared through the wall.

I walked slowly along the row of troughs, looking at each one intently and
felt my cock get rigid when I saw that the third one had a light film of
yellow liquid around the drainhole.  Adjusting my dick I checked the others
but they were all empty.  I selected one of the troughs in the centre of the
room, unzipped my trousers, eased out my hard cock and waited, one hand around
my shaft which I squeezed gently every now and then.  I heard the door open
and close and looked sideways as much as I could without moving me head and
saw the bottom half of a boy walking over to one of the troughs.  Now some
people will always select the trough farthest away from anyone else in a
toilet, but not this boy.  He picked one pretty close so I had a really good
view as he slid down his zip, rummaged around inside and then pulled out a
lovely, limp cock. I watched, excitedly as he pointed it at the urinal and
then, after sliding back his foreskin so it was clear of his cock head he
started to piss.

As his steaming, yellow piss left his piss slit in a thin stream my stomach
flipped and I masked my boner with my hand in case he happened to look my way,
whilst my eyes stared at his pissing organ.  He was moving it a bit as he
pissed, moving the thin stream over the back of the china trough so rivulets
of urine flowed down to gather around the drainage plug.  I really wanted to
start jerking off but knew this would attract his attention so fought to
resist the urge.  He seemed to finish very suddenly  but when I saw him shake
his dick and then slide the foreskin over the end a couple of times to get rid
of any excess liquid on his piss slit I nearly came there and then.  I kept
watching as he zipped up and left and as the door closed behind him I squeezed
my balls hard to reduce my urge to cum.  I moved over to the trough where he
had stood and saw that some of his piss was still trickling down the china
side and gathering in a small yellow pool by the drainage point. I tentatively
moved a hand down into the bowl until my fingers were touching the little piss
pool.  It was still slightly warm to my touch and I brushed my fingers through
it a few times before bringing them to my face and sniffing them.

The smell of this fresh, boy piss made me light-headed and knowing that only a
short time ago I'd watched it leaving the boys cock was, somehow, really
intense.  I dipped my fingers into the gradually draining piss again but this
time instead of inhaling the acrid aroma I put my pissy fingers into my mouth
and sucked them. His piss tasted nicer than that from the youths yesterday.  I
wasn't sure why in case it was because he was nearer my own age but, whatever
the reason, I wanted more of it so I pushed my palm against the tepid, yellow
remnants of his urine flow and rubbed it over my mouth, sniffing hard as I
licked the sticky palm.  I heard the door start to open and quickly dropped my
hand to my dick and pretended to be pissing and hoped that whoever was coming
in would choose a urinal near me.

They did.  My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as I strained to get as
good a look as possible at this latest visitor to what I was starting to think
of as my pissing paradise.  As the boy closed on his selected trough I quickly
flicked my eyes to his face and back down to his trousers.  It was a kid from
the year below me and although I didn't know him to speak to I had seen him
around.  He was quite a bit shorter than me and I saw him standing on tiptoe
in order to get his crotch up to the base of the trough.  Ink stained fingers
fumbled at his fly until they found the tab of the zip and the sound of the
zipper sliding down seemed to echo around the silent room.  My piss sticky
palm was tightly clutching my prick as I watched him open the fly of his white
jockeys and pull out the most gorgeous small cock.  It only looked about 2
inches long and he balanced it on the bottom of the trough.  Like the other
boy he was uncircumcised but he didn't pull back his cute little foreskin,
just left it over the end of his cock head.  There was a momentary lack of
activity before his dick twitched slightly as he started to piss and I watched
as the thin golden stream started.  Pertly because of his size and partly
because of his foreskin his initial pee just dribbled from his piss slit and
ran down the trough but as he got going it came out with more force and
travelled almost half way to the back wall of the trough before falling to the
drainage plug.  His piss was still impeded slightly by the little foreskin
causing the occasional yellow drop to hang on his cock before falling to the
floor.  This was great, I thought, but because his bladder was in proportion
he'd soon finished and quickly stuffed his piss tube back into his clothes,
zipped up and went.

I went to his trough but was disappointed to find little remained of his
recent flow.  The problem was that bloody drain hole, it was too efficient, I
thought, so whilst  I waited for someone else to come in I examined it
closely.  It was fixed to the trough by a single screw through the metal top
and would be easy to remove but that wasn't much use as, if anything, that
would just make anyone's piss disappear even quicker.  Unless . . .   An idea
was dawning on me but before I could think it out in detail someone came in.
  
Again I struck up my 'taking a leak' pose making sure my swollen prick was
hidden from view and waited,  wondering who would be coming through the open
door.  The door closed but no footsteps walked towards a trough.  I waited a
minute then looked around - no body. I guessed whoever it was must have
changed their mind so I looked down into the trough to see if there was
anything left from the last boys piss but there was no trace.  I sniffed my
hand but the acrid scent had all but vanished.  I knew that there was only
about ten minutes left of the break and really needed to get some satisfaction
and just wanking wasn't going to be mouth.  What I did then might sound gross
to you but in the state I was in I didn't give a shit.

I knelt down and placed my nose inside the china urinal, sniffing deeply as I
tried to find the strongest odour of pee.  As my nose got nearer to the drain
plug I grabbed my dick and started rubbing it, still trying to satisfy my
newly discovered urges for piss.  I wasn't having much luck and was just
starting to think a piss less wank was all I was going to get when it
happened.

I heard a gentle cough.

Can you imagine how I felt, kneeling on the floor of the boys bog, flailing at
my dick with one hand with my nose buried deep in a urinal.  Visions of
expulsion, everyone knowing about me and worse flashed through my mind. I knew
I couldn't avoid things any longer and slowly, still on my knees, turned
around, my hand trying to hide my rigid shaft. 

The first boy to have a piss after I'd entered was standing looking at me and
I quickly registered the grin on his face, the lump in the crotch of his
trousers - and his shoeless feet.  So that's how he'd come in so quietly.  The
bastard had taken off his shoes.

"I was right." he announced.  "Thought I was when I saw you before.  You
didn't know I saw you looking at me pissing, did you, and you didn't manage to
hide your boner as well as you'd thought."

I didn't know what to say and could feel my cock deflating as I knelt there,
wondering what he was going to do next.

He squeezed his crotch, pushed open the door of one of the cubicles at the
rear of the room and beckoned to me. 

"Come in here".

Shakily I got to my feet and did what he said and he followed me into the
square cubicle with its porcelain toilet.  He shut the door and looked me.

"Like piss, do you?", he said hoarsely.  "Well have some of mine".

As he spoke he was  undoing the clip and unzipping his dark grey trousers
which slid down his legs to the floor when he let them go.  I briefly saw the
lump in his briefs before they also came down and he faced me with the cock
I'd seen pissing earlier pointing towards me, only this time it wasn't soft
but hard, the shiny cock head so close to me the piss slit seemed to gape.

"If you don't want to get your clothes wet you'd better put this in your
mouth". he told me, moving closer until I could smell his musty, piss scented
prick.  I'd never taken anyone's dick in my mouth before, never really thought
about it, but knew there wasn't lot I could do in this situation so I just
opened my mouth and let him slide the head of his cock into my wet mouth.  I
waited and sensed him tensing up until he suddenly gave a little grunt and
started pissing into my mouth.

As the hot, pungent aroma of his piss reached my nostrils and the acrid taste
started filling my mouth my cock snapped to attention and I started to swallow
before my mouth overflowed.  It was fucking incredible, everything I had
imagined and I swallowed the bitter liquid furiously as his piss slit
continued to release his fresh piss.  I grabbed my dick and started wanking
away as his piss continued spattering against the inside of my cheeks and over
my tongue and I clamped my mouth tightly around the rigid piss tube to prevent
any of his precious fluid escaping from my mouth.

I could tell the piss flow was coming to an end and I started sucking his cock
head to get every last drop from his piss slit and the actions of my hand were
causing distinctive movements in the other most important area of my body! 

As the piss flow ended I knew I was about to cum so I kept sucking on his piss
shiny cock head as I slid my foreskin up and down my own.  Just as I felt my
dick start to throb the one in my mouth started jerking and I felt something
thick and salty spurting into my mouth and I automatically started to swallow
as I started shuddering with the power of my orgasm, feeling my prick spunking
for the second time in two days. 

I had now realised that the other boy had cum in my mouth but it tasted almost
as good as his piss so I had no problem swallowing and tasting his creamy cum.

I started to relax as my orgasm finished and knelt against the cubicle door as
the prick was slowly removed from my mouth.  I looked up at the boy who had
pissed in my mouth and saw a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead as he
pulled up his briefs and put his now limp piss stick back into it's home.
Surprisingly, he helped me up and watched as I made myself respectable, even
wiping a stray bit of spunk from my lips and swallowing it.  When we were both
ready to face the outside world he listened carefully, opened the door and
looked out.  Satisfied that the room was empty he left the cubicle followed by
an exhausted me. Then for the first time since he'd finished cumming, he
spoke.

"I've been hoping to meet another piss lover for ages.  Been doing it long?"

I told him only since yesterday and he raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Well it'll be more fun with two of us but it'd be more fun with more.  I'm
like you, I'd love to really drink some of the piss the boys waste in here but
it disappears too bloody quickly and you've got to be so careful - in fact
more careful than you were today!"

I watched as he reached behind a waste bin and withdrew a pair of shoes which
he put on, giving me a knowing grin. His friendly attitude gave me the courage
to contribute to the conversation.

"Er. What you said about wishing the fresh piss didn't disappear so quickly.
Well I've had an idea about that".

He looked eager and asked me to tell him what I meant but for some reason I
wanted to keep him in suspense, maybe because of the fright he'd given me
earlier.  So I just looked mysterious and gave him what I thought was a pretty
big clue.

"First I need to get a screwdriver, some rubber bands and some freezer bags!"

He gave me a puzzled look but I just smiled and walked out of the bog.  My now
soft dick felt wonderful and  the tastes of piss and cum were still fresh in
my mouth as I went off to my next lesson.


Pete's Pee (3)

Yes, I'm back again to tell you some more about my increasing experiences with
pee and stuff.  Remember I told you about the boy who 'tricked' me in the bog
and discovered my secret, you know the one, he pissed in my mouth.  Well the
bloody stupid thing was that after I got back to my class after that encounter
I realised I hadn't arranged to see him again and didn't even know his name.
You can imagine I was pretty pissed off  with myself, no I wasn't trying to be
funny by saying that.  Anyway all afternoon I sat in my various classes
thinking about what I'd done with him, which gave me a major hard on, and
trying to work out how to meet him again without arousing any suspicion.

When school finished I left the building, holding my bag over my crotch so
none of the others would see the way my school trousers were being pushed
outwards by my stiff cock, and made my way towards the school gates. As I
reached them guess who I saw standing beside them.  You got it - the boy from
the bog.  I supposed he was waiting for someone so I just nodded as I passed
him but he started walking beside me.

"How you doing now, OK?" he started.

I told him I was fine and how much I'd enjoyed it earlier. He seemed to be
thinking about something for a minute or so then he asked where I was going.

"Home, I s'pose."

"You don't fancy hanging around with me for a bit, do you?"

'Wouldn't I just' I thought to myself.  So I said sure and asked him what he
had in mind.

"Wondered if you'd like to come back to my place for a bit.  You see my
parents work till late and it'd be nice to have some company.  And. .I'd like
you to be that company".

Well I'll tell you my ears pricked up when he said this.  Sure it was nice
that he wanted to spend time with me but I got the impression he wanted,
maybe, to carry on with stuff like we'd done earlier.  But I figured, why not.
I wasn't in  a rush to get home and I still had one hell of a boner and just
thinking there might some more piss games made my dick poke into my trousers
even more.  So, of course, I agreed with what he suggested and we started
walking towards his house. On the way he said he was called Derek and was just
14, which was a bit older than me but who cared. He was pretty nice looking
and I already knew he had a nice cock and gave out lovely tasting piss.

Tell you what, though. I was bloody surprised when we got to his house as it
was massive.  I don't mean it was a castle, or anything, but compared to where
I lived it was pretty big from the outside.  Derek led me through the gate but
then, instead of taking me inside he led me around the side of the property
and through a locked side gate which he opened with a Yale type key.  As it
clicked shut behind us I realised it led to a back garden and not only was it
a good size but was also completely surrounded by a twelve foot brick wall.
(As we'd reached the front of the house Derek had sneaked a quick look in the
garage, I think to check everyone was actually out so I got the feeling he had
more than just ordinary fooling around in mind!).

Derek reached the lawn in the back garden and dropped his bulky bag, motioning
me to do the same, which I did.  He took off his school jacket and chucked it
on the ground next to his bag, followed by his tie.  I decided to do the same
and soon my coat and tie were also discarded.  We were facing each other now,
both dressed in identical grey school trousers and white shirts and I could
see that Derek had the start of a hard on although I was way ahead of him in
this as I was still really stiff.  He was staring at where my trousers were
being pushed out by my cock and he licked his lips quickly before placing his
hands on my shoulders and telling me to kneel down in front of him.  Curiously
I did as he asked and he transferred his hands to the back of my head and
pressed my face against the crotch of his trousers.

I could feel his cloth covered cock pressing against the side of my face as it
was buried in the grey material of his trousers and I wondered what he had in
mind.  I soon knew as he tensed slightly and gave a little grunt and then I
smelt piss and the area of his trousers pressing against my face started to
get wet. I knew he was pissing himself, filling his underwear with hot, yellow
nectar which was seeping through and wetting his school trousers and as they
got wetter I started sniffing deeply, breathing in the pungent aroma of his
urine as it soaked the crotch of his trousers.  Now he was rubbing my face
over the material and I stuck out my tongue and licked his trousers, trying to
taste the piss straining through them.  I was really starting to get off on
this when he stopped and pushed my head away.

For a second I wondered what was wrong but relaxed as I heard his voice and
realised he just wanted us to swap places.  I didn't need asking twice so I
stood up and as soon as he was kneeling pressed his face against my crotch and
dick, closed my eyes and concentrated on forcing my urine up the shaft of my
rigid prick.  There was a short time when I thought I wasn't going to manage
it but then a familiar feeling came from my bladder and I felt my briefs
starting to dampen as the first of my piss stream left my piss slit.  As the
hot, golden fluid started filling my briefs, soaking my dick and balls before
beginning to seep through the cotton material onto my trousers I felt really
good and things were even better because Derek was rubbing his face against my
trousers pressing them against my damp skin and forcing my piss into the cloth
even quicker.

Then he lifted his head and ordered me to stop pissing.

Now I don't know if you've ever tried to do that, you know, stop a piss in mid
flow, but it's not that easy.  I really concentrated, though, and after a
couple of seconds I managed to stop pissing my underwear, really enjoying the
hot, wet feeling in my crotch. Derek told me to lie on my back and then he
straddled me  so his wet trousered crotch was directly over my face. I could
see he was trying to piss again and it wasn't long before the first dribbles
of his yellow boy piss came through his already wet trousers and fell on my
face.  These dribbles soon became a small torrent and I opened my mouth wide
so I could fill it with the warm golden droplets that had recently left his
piss slit. I was loving this so much, having his tasty boy pee filling my
mouth and dripping down my cheeks that I wanted piss everywhere so I tensed my
bladder until I started pissing myself.  As I swallowed Derek's alternative
love fluid my underwear was filling up and leaking my own hot piss which was
running over my thighs and being greedily soaked up by my clothing.

Suddenly Derek again halted his flow and stood up tearing at the fastening of
his wet trousers which he pulled off before getting down on me again, only
this time he was facing the other way and I felt his undoing my trousers.  As
he unzipped the fly and they opened he quickly slipped them to my knees then
dropped right on top of me so his warm, piss soaked jockeys were pressed
tightly against my face and the head of his cock was pressing through the thin
cotton at the entrance to my mouth.  Now his piss steam was starting again but
this time the jet was being forced straight through his jockeys and into my
waiting mouth.  At the same time he put his mouth against my briefs and moved
it until he got some of the cloth and the end of my dick in his mouth and
stated sucking.

This was incredible.  Not only was I tasting his fresh piss as the yellow
liquid filled my mouth but I could also smell the wonderful musty scent of boy
sex that was permeating from his underwear and I grabbed his ass so I could
press his pissy jockeys hard into my urine covered face.  I don't know how but
we were both still pissing pretty hard and were both getting ample drinks of
each others hot, fresh, tangy boy piss.  Now Derek was sucking on my dick
through my soaked briefs so I decided to return the favour and was soon
sucking hard at his piss pulsing shaft.  The wonderful smell of his piss was
everywhere, filling my mouth and tricking down my cheeks and I slipped a hand
inside his jockeys and rubbed along the crack of his ass as I sucked away.  At
the other end Derek's vacuuming mouth was having the desired effect and my
bollocks were starting to tighten up in preparation.  I started sucking harder
on his still pissing prick and  my fingers explored his ass crack even deeper
until for the first time my finger was pressing on another boys ass hole.

I knew I was about to cum any second and couldn't get over the strange feeling
of pissing with a raging hard and coming at the same time.  As I felt my cock
start throbbing inside Derek's mouth I started humping my crotch against it
and at the same time I pushed my finger through the hot, tight muscle of his
ass hole and into his ass itself.  That must have been the last straw for him
'cos he started bouncing his crotch against my mouth and suddenly I had his
warm, creamy cum being shot from his pulsating prick and sieving through his
jockeys into my mouth where it mixed thickly with the lovely boy piss. At the
first taste of his spunk that was it for me and I felt my cum jetting from my
piss slit into my briefs and Derek's mouth sucking hard to get it through the
cloth into his mouth.  I sucked and sucked, finger fucking his asshole  as I
did, wanting to get every last drop of his piss and his cum in my mouth so I
could swallow the intoxicating mixture.  I was still spurting my final gobs of
spunk into my briefs when Derek's cum and piss flow eased then stopped but I
continued sucking on his piss wet jockeys and still hard dick, wishing that
the moment would never end.

Unfortunately it did and we finally collapsed next to each other, our faces
damp with urine and out mouths full of the tastes and aromas of boy piss and
cum.  My briefs felt warm and clammy against my skin but I didn't give a shit,
just lying there enjoying all these new tastes and sensations I was getting at
both ends of my body.

I reckoned I was going to enjoy cumming to 'play' with my new friend Derek ...


To be continued . . .