Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: boytoy@netcom.com (Steve in Hotlanta) Subject: "First Piss" (mm) Message-ID: Organization: NETCOM On-line Communication Services (408 241-9760 guest) X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL1] Date: Tue, 1 Mar 1994 22:10:33 GMT Lines: 75 FIRST PISS I saw you standing by the pool table in the Trough. The Trough was the hottest backroom bar in LA. I'd caught you eyeing the yellow hankie in my left pocket, and decided when the time was right, I'd nab you. I waited until the call of my gut was good and strong before I made my way over to you. "I take it you're into piss. "Why do you say that?" The hungry way you were eying my hankie, bro. I can tell when a piss bottom needs it. "Hey, you've got the wrong man. I'm not into any of that kinky shit. "Then why the fuck are you in the kinkiest, raunchiest backroom bar in the whole fucking city? *I* say you're lookin' for it and not ready to admit it to yourself yet!" With that, I shoved him to his knees, which I locked between my feet. One hand held his head by the hair, while my other hand expertly popped open fly buttons and hauled out my cock. "No.. please..don't gllltt!" His words were drowned out - literally - by the stream of piss that caught him in his open mouth. He closed his mouth, and the piss sprayed all over his face, wetting his hair and making little pearly drops in that neatly cared for, but still somehow rough sexy-as-fucking-hell beard that firstmade me notice him. The piss was running down his throat, and soaking his shirt and the top part of his 501's now. Through the piss wet shirt, I could see he had a good build and a nice thatch of chest fur. His pants didn't need to be wet for me to see the massive hardon the whole scene was giving him. "Look, cocksucker; look at that big fuckin' hardon this is giving you. This is what you want, and a piss sucking toilet-mouth is what you are. Now open up that bearded fucking hole of yours and DRINK MY PISS!!" My voice had gotten steadily louder, until I was shouting the last three words; afraid of what I might do to him, he opened up and started (albeit with a lot of spitting and gagging) to drink my piss. My loud order had reached a number of other guys in the room who also wore yellow left; I saw them start to drift in my direction. By the time I finally ran dry, there were other dudes with full bladders to take my place. When the scene finally ran down, I went over to him and helped him to his feet, locking him in a tight hug and sucking his tongue deep into my mouth. We finally broke the kiss; "That was fantastic for a beginner, boy. But there's still a lot to learn. Interested?" He grinned at me. "Damn right! I came in my pants when you started pissing down my throat. "As he bent over to pick up his (now dripping) pants, I noticed something that made me laugh a little. "Red left, eh? That's a scene I've never gotten into. "Before I realized what he was doing, he tackled me at the knees, and with the help of a couple of buddies was ripping off my pants and throwing me into one of the bar's slings. "Since you've so kindly shown me the pleasures of a new kink, I think I'll return the favor!" I started to protest, but my mouth was quickly gagged with a dirty bootsock, and an amyl inhaler was plugged into one nostril. He smiled at me through his beard (which was still dripping with piss) and started to very slowly, very gently play with my asshole. "Don't worry, boy... I'm not gonna hurt you, but I *am* gonna get this fist up your ass. Just lay back and enjoy. "I drifted away on clouds of amyl-tainted air while enjoying the sensations coming from my asshole. At one point, there was a little snick of pain; I looked at him sharply (well, as sharply as I could, given the amyl); he grinned sheepishly and said "I'll be more careful. "He kept up a gentle stroking rhythm, which caused sensations that kept getting better and better. Finally, he asked one of the bartenders to bring over one of the smaller mirrors. He did, and I was asked to look in the mirror. When I managed to get my eyes to focus, I saw my ass... with an arm in it to the elbow! "Looks like you're as natural a fisting bottom as I am a piss bottom!" The sight of that arm slowly moving in and out of my ass was just too much; I shot off, my cum splattering all over my beard and neck. He slowly, gently removed his arm from my ass, and helped me out of the sling. "What say we go back to my place and teach each other some more? 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