Date: Sun, 15 May 2005 15:38:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Da Costa <da_costa_ws@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hunting Moose (ws)

This is another story about pissing and male sex. Maybe it's real, maybe
it's not. Either way, if you don't like this sort of subject matter, go
somewhere else.


HUNTING MOOSE
By: Da Costa


I had just turned eighteen at the start of my senior year in high school.
I was in average shape, and had been called handsome by some and got good
grades.  I had only two problems: one was that I knew I liked guys more
than girls and Moose the star Quarterback for the football team.  Moose was
the all American football hero.
     He was drop-dead gorgeous with black hair, green eyes, a built,
athletic body, and a nice bulge in his pants that rode on a sturdy 6 foot
frame and was total attitude.  Moose was also my personal tormentor through
most of Jr. High and all through High school.  I don't know how it all
started but it continued and made my High School life a living hell.  One
thing that Moose had noticed about me and constantly used was the fact that
he had never seen me dating a girl or even hanging out with any of the
girls at school.  I had dated a couple to keep up appearances and Moose had
seen me with them but chose to ignore that fact so he could have a reason
to talk bad about me.  Fortunately, the only people who believed Moose's
remarks about me were his little band of jock assholes that hung out with
him.  About two months before the last semester of the year, Moose was
going to have a huge birthday bash at his home.  His parents had planned to
go out of town for a weekend leaving him to celebrate his nineteenth
birthday alone.  The whole school knew that Moose's parents were very loose
when it came to his discipline and needs.  They had told him that they
would have a family party for him the next weekend.  From what I heard,
Moose's response was "Fuck you" and decided to get drunk and have a wild
time.
     The Friday of the big party had arrived and Moose and some of his
buddies cut the last two classes of the day to get ready and to have the
older brother of Bill, Moose's best friend get the beer for them.  The sun
was going down and I figured that the party was in full swing as I sat at
the library doing research for a term paper.  Friday night in the library
was not my idea of fun but I had nothing better to do that night since all
my friends would be at the party.  Closing time was at nine and they ran me
out of the building.  I walked out of the library that very warm spring
evening and I started to walk home taking some side streets for a
short-cut.
     Around the next corner, I heard a car revving up behind me and I
turned to see the distinctive yellow headlights of Moose's car approaching.
I thought that I was going to get more verbal abuse or beaten which scared
me.  The car pulled up to me and I stood my ground.  The passenger door
opened and Moose was leaning on the seat.
     "Hey, Marc." He said in a drunken slur.
     "What do you want, Moose?" I tried to sound tough.
     "Get in," Moose motioned with his hand. "I want to talk to you. C'mon,
get in."


     "I don't want to talk to you. Not now, not ever."
     "I said get in, or I'll knock your teeth in, you little bastard." He
was starting to angry and in his state he would probably chase me down and
beat the shit out of me.  I didn't want to, but I got into his car.  Moose
pulled away from the curb and down the deserted street in the direction of
the school.
     "Allright, I'm here." I said.  "What do you want?" I could tell that
he had already had a couple of beers.
     "I know that you're a fag and your kind like to get fucked by guys."
     "What the hell are you talking about?" I said. loudly.  "I ain't no
fag and stop this car, now."
     "Shut up, faggot." Moose said as he backhanded me.  "I've been wanting
to fuck your little faggot ass for two years now, I don't know why, but I
been wanting it and now I'm gonna do it."
     I was really getting scared now but also slightly aroused at his
confession. All kinds of thoughts started to run through my mind. Was this
Moose's way of admitting that he was actually gay? Was he drunk and horny
enough to just experiment?  Why wasn't he with one of his many girlfriends?
I had no idea what was going to happen or where he was taking me, but I had
no choice but to go along. He pulled into the parking lot of the school
behind the gym which was absolutely deserted and out of sight from all
surrounded buildings.
     Moose turned off the motor and left the lights on facing the wall of
the gym. He opened his door and got out pulling me along with him. Moose
stood next to the car in front of me rubbing his crotch.
     "Suck my dick first." He commanded.
     "Fuck you." I said.
     "No, I'm gonna fuck you and more. Do it!" Moose reached out and
slapped me again.
     I got on my knees on the warm pavement and started to undo the top
button and zipper of his baggy denim shorts and pull them down.  I could
feel the heat coming from his cock as it grew at my touch.  I slowly pulled
down his boxer shorts and was met with a guy's dick for the first time.  I
also found out that the rumors were true and why he was called Moose. He
was hung like one. His hard dick must have been nine inches long and thick
as my wrist. I just looked at it, admired its shape and size.  I was
hypnotized by it.
     "I said suck it, fag." Moose grabbed the back of my head and plunged
his dick into my mouth.
     I totally gagged as his huge member met the back of my throat. I had
to fight with him to push his dick out so I could breath. Once I got to
that point, I found the taste of it was wonderful to me.  I started to roll
my tongue around the underside exploring every part of Moose's dick.  Moose
started to moan and move his hips around and I thought that he might be
satisfied with a blowjob and forget the rest.  He didn't because after a
couple of minutes he pushed me off of his dick and told me to get my pants
down.  Moose sounded mad so I didn't argue with him.  I opened my shorts
freeing my own hard dick and and started to rub my well lubed dick from the
pre-cum.

Moose then mumbled something about too much beer and that he had to pee. I
thought that would give my mouth a rest. I started to back off his dick and
put his hands on my head and held me still.
     "Stop right there. I've wanted to do this too." I realized that he was
going to pee in my mouth. I started to panic and tried to break free of his
grip. "Fuckin' move and I'll beat you senseless, faggot pig."
     Drinking piss was not something that I really wanted to do. I have
pissed on myself in the tub and even tasted it a few times. I liked it, but
that was my own. Now, I was going to get a mouthful of Moose-piss. I
decided to relax and try to enjoy it. I still had my hand on my dick
realized that it was the hardest it had ever been before.
     I looked up and saw that Moose had his eyes closed. He made a couple
of small grunts and then I felt the warm flow piss starting to fill my
cheeks. The taste was nasty and good at the same time with a hint of beer.
My cheeks were expanded and some of his piss started to squirt out of the
sides of my mouth and run down my shirt soaking it.
     "Drink my piss, Faggot" Moose said.
     I started to gulp as he kept the flow going. I only got down five or
six gulps of his pee when I couldn't drink any more from being full. I had
to let my mouth of his dick. When I did, Moose kept the flow going and kept
his strong piss stream in my face and then aimed it down my chest further
soaking my shirt and then right to my hard dick. He soaked my dick and
shorts with his powerful stream. I sat there licking my lips and finding
that I was loving the taste of his piss. Moose just stood over me smiling
and muttering obsceneties. Something snapped in me and I suddenly wanted
more to drink.  He finally started to slow as his bladder was emptying. I
leaned into the stream and opened my mouth and gulped his piss as I climbed
up the stream and got to his dick head. I caught the last bit of piss in my
mouth and swallowed.
     Moose just looked down at me and said, "Damn, you're a little piss pig
aren't you?"  I just grunted a yes as I continued to suck on his big cock.
Moose pushed me off of his dick and told me to stand up. I slowly stood up
and then he said that he wasn't through with me yet and told me to lean
over the hood of the car.
     "Now you're gonna get what all little pig faggot boys deserve.  A hard
dick cumming up your faggy ass." Moose spat into his hand and rubbed his
dick, spat into his hand a second time and rubbed it on my asshole and
started to push his nine inch cock into me.
     I let out a yell from the pain and told him to take it out.  Moose
just laughed and told me to shut up. He let his dick sit in me a minute,
giving my ass time to adjust to his cock.  He started to slowly push it all
the way in until I could feel his pubic hair on my piss wet ass cheeks.
The pain was so intense that I thought I was going to pass out. Then he
started to pull out to where the head was just inside and he plunged back
into me. Moose put one hand on my head and grabbed a handful of hair and
held my waist with the other and started to pump me with his member.  Moose
started getting into a rhythm and moving his hips around in a circular
motion.  The pain slowly faded and I started to like the feeling of having
his cock up my ass and I even began to back into him to meet his
thrusts. We were both panting and moaning like a pair of animals. 1 loved
the feel of the school's star quarterback up my ass and I wanted it to go
on all night.
     Moose slowed his hips down and said amid grunts, "I'm gonna cum." He
pumped once more and then started to quiver.  "Shooting my wad into your
faggot ass."  I felt the warm sperm fill my rectum as Moose moved in short
thrusts.  I was so turned on by his cock up my ass that I shot my load all
over the side of his car without even touching my dick.  Moose went soft
and pulled out with a squish and I could feel his cum running down my leg
from my ass.  Moose pulled his shorts up and that was better than he
thought it would be. With all the water I had drunk at the library and
gulping Moose' piss I now felt that I had to piss. I said that I gotta
pee. Moose just looked at me and told me to pee on myself. Leaning against
his car hood I aimed my dick at my face and let go. My piss stream moved up
my chest and I aimed it at my mouth and drank as much as I could before it
started to run out. I stood there just soaking wet from piss while Moose
just stared at me. I could tell that he was turned on by what he saw
because his dick was hard again in his shorts.
     Moose went to the trunk of his car and pulled out a plastic tarp and
put it on the seat. Moose then told me to get into the car and he drove me
home without saying a word. He dropped me off and then sped off into the
night. It was a good thing that my parents were not home. How could I
explain being all wet and smelling like urine.

     Monday morning came and word was that the birthday party was a big
success.  There was talk that Moose disappeared for a couple of hours and
wouldn't say why, not even to Bill.  I knew why and still had the sore ass
to prove it, but wasn't going to tell anyone.  I also saw ran into Moose
and his friends that day in the hall.  That was the first day that he
didn't say anything about me to his band of friends.  In fact, I found a
note in my locker that had been shoved in air vents that said, "IF YOU ARE
THIRSTY FOR MORE, COME TO THE LOCKERROOM AFTER 7 NEXT THURSDAY."

     Moose and I graduated with the rest of our class that June. A few
months later, I heard through friends that Moose had gone to an eastern
university on a football scholarship. I also heard that he was caught with
a guy's dick up his ass in the locker room.
     There were other adventures that happened before graduation and that
summer before Moose left for the university. If you want to read about
them, drop me a note:

Da_costa_ws@yahoo.com