Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2001 15:02:19 +1000 (GMT+10:00)
From: jhimi7@hushmail.com
Subject: A Wet Night - gay male / urination / interacial / beginnings

A WET NIGHT.

By Jon
jhimi7@hushmail.com


It was pouring with rain as I exited the station, sheltering under a closed
newstand I began to think about turning back and getting the train home - I
knew it'd only be a matter of minutes before the cold wind started to blow
the warmth from the train out of my jacket - watching the rain pelt down
around a street light it didn't surprise me that I was one of the few
people out on a night like this.  If I'd gone back into the station I knew
a train would be coming along my line in about five minutes, if I caught it
I'd be home by around 9:30, I'd be dry and I'd be warm...then again if I
didn't cross the road into the park I might never know what could've
happened...if I ran fast I knew I wouldn't get too wet...but if I caught
the train I'd be home, dry and warm...I glanced at my watch again...4
minutes to the train arrived and 10 minutes until I had to be at the toilet
block...I could get home....or maybe try something I've only fantasised
about...see a pissing cock that wasn't my own...Fuck it.  I bolted across
the road into the park.

I got to the toilet block and stood at the door leading in, my hair was
dripping wet but I didn't get as wet as I thought I would.  I needed to
catch my breath - I was out of shape because I hadn't worked over the
winter, at 26 years and 5'9 I still had a fairly toned body from working as
a storeman but ever since being retrenched in the autumn I'd got abit heavy
around the stomach and arse, with pale skin and a permanent five o'clock
shadow I didn't exactly fit the stereotype of what gay men like but I've
never given a fuck about all that anyway.  Gym toned, tanned bodies and
public servants dressed who dress like construction workers on weekends
were never my thing.  I liked regular looking men, nothing fancy, nothing
contrived just average men.

I walked into the toilet block and noticed it was empty.  Just to be sure
I'd got the right day and time I walked over to the urinal and looked for
the grafitti, the light was dim but I found it easily - 'W/S group 8pm 3rd
Friday' - seeing it again my dick stirred slightly.  Looking at my watch I
saw it was around ten minutes to eight.  The rain was pounding on the roof
and I wondered if I was the only bastard in this city horny enough to come
out on a night like this, I knew standing here on a night like this was
crazy but to even have the chance of experiencing another man pissing was
enough to keep me waiting - cold and I've gotta say, desperate.

I suddenly heard someone running into the entrance of the toilet block, a
tall figure in a wet anorak came through the door, he pushed back the hood
and I saw that he would've been around 16, his cheeks were red from running
and sweat and rain plastered hair across his forehead.  He made his way to
the urinal and stood suspiciously close to me which was good, we both gave
the impression we were about to piss but I made a point of keeping my eyes
on the grafitti, sure enough he also looked at it.  With a couple more
glances at the grafitti and each other it was clear we were both here for
the same thing.  He must of realised I didn't know what to do next so in a
low whisper he asked if I wanted to come with him,

"George's got his cab just down the path, c,mon"

I didn't know what he was getting at but followed him anyway, I was about
to ask what was going on when he flipped his hood up and told me to run.
He took off down the path towards the station, the rain hadn't let up at
all so I was relieved to see a cab waiting at the edge of the path, the
driver flipped open the door from inside and the young guy and me jumped
into the backseat.  With a quick check of the mirror the cab driver pulled
out onto the street and we drove off.

Once we'd got onto a main road the young guy in the anorak turned and
introduced himself as Christoph.

"I'm Luke" "This is George", the way Christoph playfully hit George's
shoulder I could tell they knew each other.  George would've been late
twenties, his curly black hair was closely cropped, he had dark skin and
unshaven face, I could see he was middle eastern but couldn't guess at the
country.  Turning to me he gave what I'd call was a friendly leer, it was
obvious they knew each other but I didn't know how much George actually
knew about why I was here, glancing at the meter I noticed that it wasn't
on.  I leaned closer to Christoph, "the meter's not on...does he...?..."
Christoph gave a low snigger, with his anorak and red cheeked face he
reminded me of some dirty minded private school kid.  "Yeah.  George's
knocked off work for the night.  Haven't ya' George?  "You bet" Christoph
lent over to me and said "George's married, arn't ya?"  "Not tonight I'm
not" he chuckled to himself.  "George loves his wife, she's a beautiful
Lebanese girl, but ol' George also likes young man's arse" Looking over his
shoulder George looked at me and bluntly asked "you piss in your mouth?"  I
did but was too dumbstruck by the question to answer, all I could do was
nod slightly.  "Good. Very good...you'll have a good time" From the front
passenger seat George passed back a can of beer each for Christoph and me
then opened one for himself, drinking silently we drove on into the rain.

Ten minutes later our cab pulled into the driveway of a small but flash
looking house, by the time me, George and Christoph got to the door we were
all wet, the wind and rain had picked up so it was a real relief when the
door opened and a gust of warm air hit our faces.  A heavy guy in his early
30's ushered us into the house, all three of us took our shoe's and coats
off, while I was doing this the guy introduced himself as Geoff and I told
him my name was Luke, the introductions stopped there as he already knew
George and Christoph.  We followed Geoff down the hallway and I could tell
by his slightly unsteady walk that he was a little drunk, walking past
three or four closed doors he opened the last one and we filed into a small
sitting room, it had a lounge, coffee table and a roaring open fire, to the
left was a doorway leading into what looked like an indoor spa, it'd been
built into a timber decking, I guessed that it usually looked out onto a
garden but tonight all the heavy curtains had been drawn. I did notice that
their was a couple of heaters also pumping out hot air, I knew it was cold
outside but this room was what I'd consider over heated.  Once Geoff had
closed the door behind us I found out why.Geoff offered us a drink from a
small bar fridge that was full of bottled water, beer and orange juice, we
all chose beer and once our bottles were open Geoff offered us a seat.

"It's great to have another person in my home Luke.  Christoph, why don't
you start."

Christoph quickly got up and stood in front of the fire.  He pulled his
socks off, then undid the buckle of his loose trousers, letting them fall
to the floor he kicked them into the corner, taking off his pullover, shirt
and a t-shirt he'd finally stripped down to a pair of loose fitting, faded
red briefs, as he turned to face Geoff I noticed that the elastic of one
side of his briefs had ridden up his arse revealing a firm, pale young
cheek.  He had a slim, pale complesion with slight freckles around his
shoulders, his dark brown hair was drying quickly and I noticed his angular
face wasn't as young as I'd first thought but even so he would not have
been much over 18.  If I'd had to label him I guess it wouldn't be far off
the mark to say he looked abit like a nerd, not that I gave a damn, I loved
the way he leisurely scratched his balls until the front of his briefs
began to tent - it's the guys who don't look conventionally 'sexy' that
have always turned me on.

Geoff asked me to go next so I took my position in front of the fire and
stripped down to my y-fronts, they'd slid down slightly so I pulled them up
until I knew they were fairly tight on my heavy but muscled arse.  Unlike
Christoph I didn't need to play with my cock to get it hard, the bulge
sticking out made it clear I was happy to be here.

I sat down and took in the site of George getting his clothes off, dropping
his trousers to the floor I could make out a heavy, semi-erect cock encased
in black briefs under his blue taxi drivers shirt.  He quickly unbuttoned
his shirt and threw it into the corner and stood there slowly rubbing a
muscled, hairy chest, for someone who sat in a cab all day he was in good
shape, black hairs covered his heavy, dark legs.  His dark eyes shone as he
took in the scene around him, he may have been married but he had this
lechorous hot look on his face.

Geoff was the last to undress, like me he wore y-fronts but his were a dark
blue.  His meaty cock hung in the basket of cotton and the way he moved it
was obvious he was just the kind of horny bastard I liked.  He had pale
olive skin, a boyish face emphasised by his tussled, fair hair.  His chest
had a light covering of hair but aside from that his skin seemed smooth, it
was a relief to see that like me he had abit of a heavy stomach and wide,
big arse cheeks that didn't sag but couldv'e done with some exercise.

We sat around drinking, we got to know abit about each other but no one was
too interested in giving out alot of details on themselves, it seemed an
unspoken thing that we knew why we were here and that that was enough.
After a few moments Christoph said he was close to 'being able to start' so
Geoff got us all to take our drinks out to the back room with the spa,
looking into it I noticed it had no water but before I could make comment
on it Geoff guided me into a small bathroom consisting of a toilet and
large shower cubicle.  Geoff made a point of closing the lid on the toilet
as Christoph took off his briefs and entered the shower, through the smoked
glass I could see he was showering quickly, sliding open the door he
wrapped a towel around his waste and headed back out to the spa room.
George, Geoff and I took our turns at the showers then filed back into the
spa room - with the open fire and the heaters around the rooms I was not at
all cold and even if I was I don't think I'd notice it.

Dropping our briefs into one pile and our towels into another all four
naked men got into the empty spa all the while drinking our beers.The
shower and the beers had got our cocks fairly flaccid, I noticed we'd all
but George had been circumsised which I liked, playing lightly with our own
cocks as we continued to drink I wondered how this got started.  I didn't
know what to say but I was desperate to piss in front of three other men,
all I could say was 'I gotta piss..."

"So go." Said Geoff.

George leant foward and looking at my cock as it hung between my legs, he
told me to piss in my own mouth.  Just then a stream of hot piss hit my leg
and I watched amazed as Christoph aimed his flow right onto my cock before
lowering his head and aiming it square at his own mouth, sticking out his
tongue it wasn't long before his tongue was dripping in piss.  That's all I
needed - leaning back slightly I pissed high into the air and let the
stream thud back down onto my own chest, rivers of piss ran down amoungest
the hairs of my chest, looking up I got a quick glimpse of George's cock as
he held it two feet from my face, for a second I saw his dry piss slit then
suddenly piss shot out and splattered onto my chin.  I opened my mouth and
let the stream pound the back of my throat, I wasn't ready to swallow but I
knew that with my own piss thumping againest my chin and George's stream
pouring from my mouth that I was soaked and fuckin' deleriously happy to be
in this spa.

Geoff stood up next and as our flows started to lower he let fly with that
pale yellow man urine that I couldn't get enough of, standing in the middle
of the spa he turned to face each one of us, George slid his open mouth
over the pissing cock and his cheeks straight away swelled up with piss,
Christoph did the same until his young, ruddy cheeks expanded so much that
despite his best efforts couldn't hold every drop, a fine river of piss
cascaded from between his tightly pursed lips.  I lent into Geoff's crotch
so as to not miss a drop of what he had to offer, the salty tang mixed with
the piss George had left on my tongue until my whole mouth was fuckin'
exploding with the taste of man piss.  With cheeks swollen we expelled
Geoff's piss onto each others bodies until all our chests, our legs and our
faces were wet, glistening from piss.  The bottom of the spa was covered in
urine and I could feel it seeping around my arse, rising up slightly I let
it soak in under me until my whole body was piss soaked.  Taking a swig
from my beer I washed what piss was left in my mouth deep into my stomach.
The way we drank made it obvious we hadnt had enough of each others pale
yellow water.

"This is fuckin' great" was all I could say.  Four men piss soaked and
drinking in a spa - a teenage dream come true.  "Just wait" exclaimed Geoff
as he heaved his heavy shining body out from the spa, with his big, smooth
arse cheeks shaking he walked into the bathroom and after a few moments
came back out carrying a long hose with a nozzle on the end and a slow but
steady flow of water coming out the end.

At first I wasn't sure what was going on but when Christoph and George lay
back on the spa seat and raised their arses into the air I got the idea.

Geoff handed me the hose and getting back into the spa he lay back and
raised his legs into the air revealing a neat puckered arse hole.  Getting
in between his legs I rubbed the trickling nozzle up his arse crack, it's
smooth pointed end slid between his arse lips with barely any resistance.
With a deep sigh Geoff writhed his hips as the tips of the nozzle sunk into
him, I noticed that barely a drop of water escaped his hole, after a couple
of minutes he looked at me;

"That's enough.  Do you want me to do you?"  Before I could answer George
suggested; "no, I wanna see him clean his own arse, let him do it"

I lent back, raised up my arse and with one hand pulled an arse cheek in
order to open up the crevise, holding the nozzle I felt with my finger I
until I touched my arse lips, then slowly but firmly I inserted the nozzle
into my bowels.  At first I couldn't feel anything but then the warmth of
the water began to fill my bowels, working my arse muscles I moved them in
a way I hoped allowed the water to circulate.  It didn't take long for the
fullness in my bowels to tell me I had enough, I noticed Geoff still held
his water and I wanted to do the same.

Still on my back I held the trickling nozzle into the air, George stood
over me and with thick calloused hands pulled apart his hairy, firm arse
cheeks, the hair running up his crack was thick and black, it wasn't until
he wrenched his cheeks further apart did I see the beautiful, private arse
lips open up.  Guiding the nozzle between the dark brown and pink hole I
was mesmerised by the beauty of a middle eastern hole.

To fill George's bowels took longer than I expected but again not a drop of
water escaped as he let his arse cheeks close.  The contrast between
George's arse and the smooth, pink firmness of Christophs bum couldn't have
been greater, his firm young cheeks parted and revealed a twitching pink
hole, he didn't need to part his cheeks in order for me to find the target
but even so he couldn't help but touch his own hole in order to pinpoint
the place for the nozzle.

My arse had started to ache with the built up pressure so it was a relief
when Geoff took the hose from me and lay it on the floor of the spa, after
he'd taken the plug from the spa we all stood on the spa seat and squated,
our arses aimed at the floor of the spa.  With the words 'let it go' the
raw, raunching sound of exploding bowels filled the room, looking over my
shoulder I watched as all our arses shot out torrents of water in thin
streams.  The water splattered onto the floor of the spa and it was with
relief saw that mine was almost clean, all the arse water that ran towards
the plug hole was mostly clean, I didn't say anything but the cleanliness
of the arses in this spa had me thinking of rim jobs!  Sure enough as we
resumed our sitting positions and Geoff replaced the plug after the last of
the enema water disappeared Christoph stood up.

With piss glistening on his young face stood up in the middle of the spa,
lewdly stuck out his wet arse and asked in a desperate croak "who's gonna
piss in me?"  He moved his arse into Geoff's face, Geoff ran his soaked
finger up the crack before planting a wet, loud kiss onto both cheeks.
"George.  Why don't you show Luke how it's done"

Christoph straddled the side of the spa leant onto the decking and rested
his knee's in the shallow pool of piss on the spa's seat, his young, pale,
ruddy arse humped slightly as he rubbed his boner on the fibreglass spa.

George leaned towards me and licked my ear, his heavy, horny breath roared
into my head as his wet tongue jabbed at my earlobe no doubt tasting what
piss had splattered there, he then swiped across my ear leaving it cool and
wet, as he stiffened his tongue his deep sighs primed me up for whatever he
wanted.  In a low whisper that shook deep into my body he began talking...
"I wanna see ya' get his hole ready for my Lebanese cock" He ran his finger
deep into the jutting crevice of Christoph's arse, tickling slightly at the
puckered, hairless opening, with the other hand he gripped his cock and
pumped slowly.

"Right here, I wanna see your tongue right here, I wanna see ya' slide it
up into his arse, this fuckin' beautiful hole..."  The tip of George's
finger sunk into the hole as the pucker opened and then hungrily contracted
over it...

"So ya' gonna taste his hole for me?  Are ya' gonna watch me fuck him?  Ya'
gonna watch me piss in his hole?  I'm ready to piss right now so you get
him ready for me"

I stuck out my tongue and stiffened it up as hard as I could as I moved my
face down into that firm, fleshy young arse, the tang of Christoph's hole
shot through my body as my tongue prodded at the water soaked opening, I
savoured the heady aroma of clean, sweet sweat.  Lapping at the hole it
responded by puckering, opening to welcome the intrusion of a man's tongue,
he writhed his rump into my face as my hands pried apart those beautiful
arse cheeks.

Reluctantly I pulled my head out from between those hot cheeks, George's
semi-hard cock was nudging at the back of my head.  Turning to face it I
took a swipe with my tongue of the the piss slit, then with one lunge into
his crotch I went down on that hot Lebanese cock shaft.  The soft, loose
skin of the foreskin slid under the pumping pressure of my lips, sucking as
hard as I could I managed to suck the foreskin back over the cock head, but
I knew where this cock belonged for now so I released it from my mouth and
working up spit in my mouth I let a long string of drool coat the shaft.
To lubricate the target I worked up spit again, dribbled it onto my lips
and mashed them into Christoph's winking, hungry hole, pushing my tongue
into his hole I lubed up the shit shute.

George was in a hurry to piss and to get his cock in Christoph's arse
before he got too much of a hardon.  My lube job worked, with an animal
grunt George managed to push his cock into the shute, Christoph groaned but
kept his hips still, George waited then his head fell back and Christoph
groaned - he was pissing deep into Christoph's bowel.

George slid his cock out of the arse hole, looked at me;

"You want to share a drink of my piss?"

George and I put our faces next to Christoph's hole, Christoph turned his
head and told us to 'taste my arse'.  George stuck out his tongue and
inserted it up the young shute, writhing his face into the crack his
muffled grunts gave away the ecstasy he felt, the side of Christoph's arse
cheeks strained and pushed a shot of piss deep into George's guts, some of
the pale yellow stream ran down the arse crack and I got my tongue under it
and lapped up the warmth and the tang of urine.  We swapped positions and I
got to experience the feel of my tongue swimming in piss filled bowels,
seconds later the arse muscles moved and piss shot into my mouth.  I pulled
back gagging at the force, George gripped the back of my head and mashed it
into the piss stream shooting in a torrent from the arse hole, gulping and
gagging my throat swallowed as quick as it could, warm arse flavoured piss
run into my gullet.  George slobbered like a dog under and drops that feel
from my mouth....

With a loud thud againest my scalp I realised that Geoff had let go a
stream of piss into my hair, turning my head I let it soak and saturate
every strand as I rubbed it deep into my scalp, rivers of piss cascaed down
my face and body, squinting through the salty tang of Geoffs piss I caught
sight of George squating down and furiously shaking up a long necked bottle
of beer.  Reaching back he placed it under his arse, taking his thumb from
the opening he inserted the 'beer shotgun' up his own arse, an ecstatic
moan escaped from his lips....

Geoff finished pissing on me, turned around, spead his arse cheeks and I
kissed his puckering arse lips and slobbered up and down his arse crack,
then resumed the tongue fuck of his hole, despite the enema it still held
some of that clammy, sweat taste of a man's arse, I pistoned his hole as he
ground his arse into my face...

As I was rimming Geoff a beer bottle was shoved up my arse and instantly I
felt the fizzy gush of beer filling my bowels....I drove my tongue up Geoff
as deep as I could...this scene was the hottest I'd ever seen my fuckin'
cock was rock hard....

Christoph scrambled under my squating arse and I let the beer shoot from my
arse and heard him gargling and gulping at the contents...drunk on lust and
beer he hammered at his cock....Geoff's heavy frame moved quickly across
the spa and his mouth dove onto Christoph's young shaft taking in the full
length and lapping greedily at the fingers....

As the beer flow from my arse eased up I lowered my crack onto Christoph's
ruddy, dripping face, his tongue lapped at the hairy crack and when his
lips hit my hole he began to suck out all the water, all the sweat and all
the arse juice he could get...

George's hairy arse loomed up in front of my face, he gripped the back of
my head and pushed it between his arse cheeks, going straight for those
thick, juicy lebanese arse lips I lapped at the pungent sweat that had
soaked them.  As soon as my stiff, hungry tongue parted his opening another
torrent of beer shot into my guts, the intense warmth of the beer had a
distinct underlying tang to it, I wiped my face in the stream and let the
smell of beer and men's arse juice flood down my face...opening my mouth
once again I took the last of the flow into my mouth, my cheeks swelled
with the gut warm beer....

George knelt in front of me and stuck his tongue straight into my mouth in
a desperate raunch effort to taste his own arse, our tongues swam in the
heady mixture that filled my mouth, forcing it into him we each were able
to swallow the contents....savouring the beauty of another mans hole....

As George and me pounded each others cocks and took in the site of our wet,
hot cheeked faces I realised Christoph's tongue wasn't cleaning my arse
hole....looking behind me I could see why....with his heavy legs raised in
the air Geoff was being finger fucked and getting a blow job from Christoph
at the same time...beer was running all over Christoph's hand so it was
clear another beer enema had flushed out another mans bowel...the mixture
of piss, beer and water at the bottom of the spa would be getting close to
three inches deep....

When George and I slid down into the heady mixture we clumsily writhed
around in an attempt to soak every part of our bodies, watching two men
wrestling on the bottom of the spa Geoff and Christoph lowered themselves
down and started to do the same until the floor or the spa was a splashing
mixture of arms, legs, bodies and rock hard stiffs....

After a few moments we slid and slopped into a rough circle and took each
others cocks into each others mouths....I slobbered onto George's cock, he
onto Geoff, Geoff onto Christoph and Christoph onto me....in the splashing
piss, beer and water we sucked pre-cum and piss from each others
slits....humping into each others face I was sure someone was going to blow
any second....the grunts and the groans and the words muffled by cock
sucking conveyed the message that all of us were close to blowing....I
nuzzled deep into the scratchy pubic hair of George's cock and sucked his
foreskin clean, savouring every drop of pre-cum that coated my tongue...

Christoph's young mouth suckled onto my cock and drew out every drop of
fluid he could get...I humped into his face as George humped into mine....I
was gonna reach around to feel George's balls when the humping of my face
grew more urgent....  "hmpf....hmpf....HMPF..HMPF...thick white lebanese
man cum filled my mouth, not ready for it it coated my mouth in a thick
clammy jolt until I was able to swallow and let the thick cream run down my
throat....  With cum coating my tonsils I could do nothing but grown as I
blew into Christoph's young mouth, he kept his lips wrapped tight around my
shaft so as not to miss a drop.....

Looking across the spa at the smiling Geoff I watched as a long string of
Christoph's cock juice and cum run from his lips only to be caught in his
palm and wiped across his lips for his tongue to slowly savour....

Saturated and satisfied we all lay back in the warm pungent swill at the
bottom of the spa....savouring the taste of each others cum we had no need
to speak or open our mouths.....this group was what I was looking
for....this group is one I'd always be a part of....no matter what happens
in life I'll always have a supply of men's piss, men's sweat and men's cum
to sooth me.....

....as if to make it official I let a stream of piss drunkenly wave into
the air, I leisurely aimed piss at the bodies around me....eventually all
our beer full bladders released streams of piss which we used to bath the
bodies around us with a gentle thud of urine....relaxed and grateful that
we'd found each other....


Jon

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