Date: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 13:44:13 -0500 From: mark bruzee Subject: June 23 (Adult Youth/Scifi Urination) June 23,1969 A Scifi Adventure by Mark b The story is a fantasy and involves adults,teens, sexual situations, and unprotected sex. I DO NOT LIKE RUBBERS ANY MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE BUT YOU MUST WEAR THEM WHEN HAVING ANAL SEX. DO NOT GET FUCKED Without a rubber on the guy fucking you or YOU probably WILL DIE! If you are not 18 DON'T LET YOUR PARENTS Catch you or if it is illegal to read it, Get the Stupid Laws changed! There is NOTHING WRONG with you being queer, or gay or bi or lesbian or trans gendered. IGNORE the assholes that tell you that its wrong. What's wrong is NOT living your life the way YOU feel led to as long as you try your best never to hurt anyone in the process. Remember, I love all of you and you have a friend, if you need. Also please remember that Nifty survives only on donations. Please donate what you can to keep this resource free and available. Chapter 1. My name is Aaron, I am 79 and I am dying. And I won't be born for another 75 years. Yup. You read that right. I was born in the year 2034. I left my time.... well, I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. Let me do some background work first. Like I said, I was born in 2034. I was the only child of my parents, as they had chosen to have a natural child, not a clone. With clones you get three kids, because they impact on the environment far less but hey... My dad's loved me. They had their sperms blended and I have only Their DNA. They even hired an mechanical womb to birth me in. No Female DNA in my body. We lived in a small commune in Central NY State called Auburn. It was one of the few SG Districts left in NY and I was proud I was from there. My Dad's had married, YES THEY WERE LEGALLY MARRIED to one another, in 2020. They postponed having me until they were certain that they had "sown their wild oats" as Daddy always said. Yes, theirs was not a traditional marriage. Both my dads were MADLY in love with each other. They just were both bottoms, with no interest in topping. So they both had sex-buddies who would fuck them regularly... usually together. They would make out and kiss and stuff while boys from 13 to 19 would fuck them in their man cunts. It musta been wild to watch. Then in 2033 they decided they wanted a son to love. (NO NOT THAT WAY, although I woulda been OK with it, both my dads are smoking hot) but they just wanted to be like the Breeder families...2 parents and a child or tw0. So they went to the med clin near our commune and got the deed done. Those doctors were a bit freaked out when both my Dad and my Daddy showed up with a 14 year old boy EACH. They were both such bottoms that they couldn't cum without a boy fucking them. So anyway...fast forward 7 months and here I am born. April 30, 2034....A happy, healthy baby boy who tested positive for homosexuality. You I was BORN gay and LOVE IT...l Daddy had been bi, but once he met Dad, YOU GOT IT... no more pussy for him. Now we fast forward to when I was 6. I went to school, just like all the other boys in the commune. I studied Math and History (both breeder and REAL history), literature and of course, SEX. At 6 years old boys began their studies about what makes boys and men tick, what makes them happy, how to make them cum, etc. It was great! Every boy dreamed about turning 6. And 11! THAT was the big birthday. At age 11 you got to GET FUCKED for the first time. And it was up to you who fucked you. BELIEVE ME...I BEGGED my Dads to be my first, but they said they didn't like fucking so I had to choose a boy from school. ANY WAY... I'm spending too much time on that and not telling you why I'm here and dying. OK, well the dying part you can figure out pretty easy, I'm old. But why am I dying 75 years before I was born? In 2045 I turned 11 and I got my first butt fucking. It was Great. I never felt so alive as when I had a cock squirting cum inside my boy cunt, except if I was fucking another boy or man. That was great too. Three days dater I had my 11th party, I was sitting at my desk in school when a man from the government came to talk to us about serving our people. Now I had heard about boys who served the commune,. Id even met a couple of them. They visited with men and let them blow them or drink their piss and cum or fuck them and for that service they received their homes and credits to buy things. Daddy called them modern rent boys. But this guy wasn't talking about being a rent boy. He was looking for boys with a passion for sex, good healthy bodies and a really good understanding of Science and history. The whole talk was kind of general, he was looking for a hand full of boys to train for some very secret, special missions, kinda like spies but more than spies. I was intrigued. I went home after school and both my dads were home, getting serviced by a couple rent boys. They were cute and I will admit that I fucked one while he fucked my dads ass. It was hot, but after they left I sat down with my dads and told them what the government man had said. "I've heard something about this," said dad. "There is some new technology that they have been testing and they need boy volunteers to help out. Did he say anything more about it?" "Only that if a boy was chosen, he would spend 3 years training in a special school for science and math and history." I replied. "Well," daddy thought out loud," You're already excellent in all those subjects. Why would you need more training?" "All I know is that there is a meeting tonight at the school at 7," I told them both, "And I was invited. He said if I wanted to hear more about it, I had to bring you both with me. It was some kind of Family decision." I looked hopefully at my dads. They knew I loved school and the opportunity to study History and science far more in depth really made my mind spin. At 7 that night, I sat with both my dads in the principal's office, waiting to the representative to walk in. There were 4 families from our commune invited and all 4 families had dressed up nice, like you do when you're meeting someone important. You don't just show up to a meeting like this is cum dripping off your chin and wearing those skimpy uniforms they use at school. For all we knew, this man could have been a breeder. He walked in at exactly 7:02 pm, sat at the desk and began to speak. "I will answer all questions after I have had my say." he began. "This is not to be unsocial or rude, but every question you might have is probably answered in my briefing." "You and your boys were invited here, because of their excellence in school and health. As a side note, you four boys are by far the most accomplished students it has been my pleasure to meet. I represent OUR government. NOT the breeders. We have taken it upon ourselves to develop a new technology that will forever change the shape of life on our wold." "As you may know, the breeder government has been becoming more and more intolerant of our existence. In fact, I know, for a certainty, that the breeders were responsible for the utter destruction of the Buffalo commune. And why? Because they fear gay men and the influence we have had on history over the past 25 years. Ever since we were granted true equality in 2014, the breeders have been trying to find ways to eliminate those laws and re-institute laws that only protect heterosexuals. This cannot be allowed. So we have developed a method of time travel. It is our intent to send a group of teen boys back in time to the 1969 riots at stonewall to nudge history into a path that is more gay friendly. We want to shape history to the extent that our people never have to beg the breeders for equality. Naturally occurring equality would be fine with us, or even ," and an evil smirk crossed his face, " the breeders having to beg US to be treated with equality." "The goal of this mission will be to plant your boys into the late 1960's and early 1970's as young teen rent-boys. They will then use their considerable beauty and sex appeal to earn themselves positions of LOVED BOY with people who are in positions of power to help reshape our time." My dad's were glowing. They knew I was a great student and an A-1 fuck boy. I had boys from both the commune and the breeder world fucking me regularly. I had even caused a couple breeder boys to defect to the commune because they learned how good gay sex was. The Representative continued. "We estimate that it will take 3 years for us to fully train your boys for this mission, not just educationally, but physical training. We have to be certain that they can defend themselves from attack since the time we are sending them to is very homophobic. They will also be inoculated against every std known to our science. Once they have ensconsed themselves into a situation as I have described, they will use their minds and bodies to convince these men to be more open to pro-homosexual legislation and attitudes., thus preventing the fractured world we currently live in. IF you are agreeable to this, then I have documents for you to fill out here and we can begin your son's training immediately." My dads looked and me and I just smiled. The idea of serving my people, like a grownup, AND getting all the sex I could handle was just about the greatest idea I could have. The next morning I was on a transport with 35 other boys, on our way to a secret training site. Chapter 2 It was kind of strange moving into the training center with all those boys but things were pretty good. Schooling was tough, tho. I thought I was pretty much a shoe in with schooling, but dayam was I wrong. What I found out was that a LOT of the history we had been taught was superficial. The Stonewall riots were NOT just about a bunch of drag queens kicking butt and taking names. It was really about the gay community standing up against constant harassment and abuse. It was about having safe places where they could be themselves with out ridicule. And a whole lot more. I found out that you could be arrested, IF you had a cock, but were wearing all girls clothes... You had to be wearing at least 1 piece of boy clothing. HOW STUPID! The sex part was hard too. (OK Get the giggles outta your bad self now.) We had to learn a bunch of things, like not cumming until we were told to, being able to handle S&M (I did NOT like that bit), oral, anal, waterspouts, bondage...all those things. The HARDEST part (STOP SNICKERING) was learning how to be loose enough when he was fucking you to make it not hurt, no matter HOW big he was, but to always be so tight to begin with that the man would always think you were a complete virgin in back. PE Class taught that and it took me almost a year to learn how to be fucked by 2 cocks at once, but then turn RIGHT AROUND and have my muscles so tight that I couldn't even get a pencil in my hole without a LOT of resistance. Of course that meant we were prohibited from having anal sex in the dorms. IT STILL HAPPENED and I'm sure they knew it, but it was a no no. Most of the time when I got horny I would just go to one of my dorm mates while he was asleep and stick his soft cock into my mouth. Of course, while he slept, he'd pee and I'd drink it down hungrily until he came and filled my throat with lovely boy cum. Once, just before our mission was about to start, we had a practical test. I had to take two teachers in my ass at once and They WERE BIG. Each one was a modified clone so their cocks were each about 9" and MAN did it feel great. I was squirming around like a fish out of water until they came. Then the boy with the smallest cock, Jimmy, was told to fuck me. Even after those two gigantic cocks filled me, Jimmy's little 4 incher felt AMAZING in my boy cunt. And when he came inside me, I blasted my load all over both of us. Needless to say, I grew to LOVE being a bottom boy at training, although I still love to fuck to this day. Graduation time approached and all our parents were brought in to see us off on our mission. Of the original 150 boys that were recruited only 30 of us made it through. We new more about the history of that era than anyone else, we could walk around with a flashlight shoved up our asses all day and be as tight as 10 year old virgins at supper time. I had found that I liked mostly Oral and anal sex with watersports added in. I definitely did not like pain, bondage was so so and I could suck the varnish off a baseball bat as my teachers said. I LOVED SEX,. Boy sex, Man Sex, Group sex (as long as it was boys and men) That was all great. They had taught us NOT to get emotionally connected to our targets. Do NOT fall in love with them. They were not people to us,. They were nothing more than tools, like dildos, to get the job done. But they left one little detail out of our training, and I have to admit, if I had known it when I was 11, I might not have volunteered. This was a one way trip. If we were succesful with our mission, our world would not even exist, so there would be nothing for us to come home to. We would have to make lives for oursellves in the mid to late 20th century. My dads were heart broken when they heard this little wrinkle. They had expected that once the mission was over, we would be returned to our own time. Basically they were losing their son and there was nothing that could change it. But like the true patriots they were, they smiled through tear filled eyes, hugged me close and kissed me lovingly, wishing me a safe and happy life. For my part, I begged them to have another boy as soon as possible. I wanted some other boy to know the love and support I had gotten from my dads, and they promised that they would look into adopting a boy from Buffalo or another of the destroyed communes. That made me very happy. No one should be without a dad or two to show them love and support. Now I was ready to begin the mission. Chapter 3 The trip into the past was Horrible. It felt like everything about me was ripped off or out, salt poured on everything and then sewn back together with a rusty bone needle. They said that it would be about 3 seconds of real time but it felt like I was in that vortex for 10 years. When I materialized in that alley, I was naked, and shivering. I knew all this in advance of course but it didn't change the shock. They had also warned us that some of us might not make it there at all. Of the 30 boys on the mission, 5 went to NY City, 5 went to San Fransico, 4 to Los Angeles and the rest to various other major cities. I looked around. There should be 4 other naked boys near me. I didn't see anyone. Then I saw something that had I eaten any food before I left I would have puked it back up. There, in the wall of an adjacent building was the face and arm of one of the other boys. His co-ordinates had not been fine tuned enough and he had materialized in the brick of the building next door. Luckily he was dead, but I knew I had to get away. How do you explain a dead boys face fuzed with brick and morter in 1969? I quick like anything found a wash line about 2 stories up and climbed up the windows and grabbed pants and a shirt. I know one lady saw me. She looked stunned as my boy cock flapped in frontf her, but I didn't care. Gay, remember? There is NOTHING a female has that could ever entice me. Besides, maybe she got a thrill thinking about my nice 5" cock in here.... GROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Once I had donned my ill fitting clothes, (at least they were clean) I moved out of the alley from the other side and started walking. Luckily it was summer so being barefoot wasn't really a huge deal, except I had to watch that I didn't step in dog shit. I followed my training and found a newspaper stand and checked the date. June 23, 1969. I was spot on target. It was Monday and the riots would happen on Saturday and Sunday. Now to find my target man. The man I had been assigned to was Colin R\iley, a minor bourough official. He had served a 2 year stint in Rykers for Child Molestation (yup he liked young boys a LOT) until the boy he supposedly raped got the payment to recant his testimony and Riley was released with an offical appology and a perfect platform of Police Reform, which got him elected. Of course, our research had revealed that he HAD raped the boy, and continued to use boys throughout the rest of his life. After his time at Rykers, he stopped hurting boys but he always kept his taste for boy cock, boy piss, boy cum and most especially freshly fucked boy cunt. That was my in. I was to get myself introduced to Riley by a random streetboy that Riley frequently hired and returned safely. Then I would begin my mission. Chapter 4 Colin Riley was not a bad man, in the general term. Yes he was a pedophile. He loved sex with boys, but only wiith boys who could cum and understood that ass fucking them would hurt for the first few times. He had been drunk that one time and let him actual caring nature get clouded by his lust. He HAD hurt that boy and he regretted it terribly. He swore to himself that the next boy he found that wasn't a hustler would be his boy and that he would treat him like gold. Colin Riley was a good looking man. At 31 years old he had a tight body, almost no body hair, no facial hair and a nice sized cut cock. While Riley was very partial to fucking his boys and then eating his cum out of them afterwards, he had to admit that he was quite fond of having a boy fuck him hard, cum in his ass and then making Riley clean off his cock orally while pissing down Rileys throat. This was usually enough to make Riley cum again without touching him self. Aaron knew all of this, and it was nice that he had been placed with a target that so closely matched Aarons personal tastes. A couple of the other boys (where were they anyway) had been matched up with mobsters or old fat guys. NOT THAT CHANGED anything but hey, if you can ENJOY the mission while doing it, so much the better. Aaron liked men who looked kind of like boys. He especially liked men who were reasonably gentle and tried to be fair about giving and receiving. Aaron had Riley's address. He slowly walked into that part of the neighborhood, trying his best to look like a street boy. He knew a hustler boy would NOT take him seriously if he was looking sparkly, but he had to maintain himself at least semi clean and aloof. Riley liked his boys with just a little bit of upper class attitude. As Aaron walked the sidewalks of Rileys neighborhood,. Colin was finalizing a deal with one of his regular boys.This boy had grown too much for Riley's taste. Yes, he liked his boys to be able to cum, but he had pubic hair, which he would not let Riley remove. Also when he moaned while being long fucked by Riley, this boys voice no longer cracked from pleasure into a young boys voice. Plus, this boy had started taking speed and you could taste it in his cum and piss. But Riley knew he was well connected on the streets and for a reasonable finders fee, he would put boys more to Riley's likeing in his path. He gave the boy $10, a princely sum for a street boy. He could afford a room at the flop house for a week with that, if he would find Riley a boy of his liking. He wanted one who was about 5' tall, weighed about 100 lbs, had about a 4-5" hairless CUT cock, (Riley could NOT abide uncut cocks... his own father had been uncut) blonde or red hair and stylish. IF the boy could find him someone like that he would pay him another $50. The boy was nonplussed. He liked Riley well enough, he always paid up front, sometimes he would even feed him afterwards, like they were on a date. But he had found a black guy who had a monster cock and this guy was a lot rougher than Riley, just what this boy really liked. He enjoyed being called a bitch and a whore while he bounced up and down on that 10" black cock. Riley was only about 6" which got the job done, but wasn't really a challenge. The boy scooted away to start looking., Riley had treated him well, so he wasn't going to fuck him over. He wanted what he wanted and He would get it. For his part, Riley was regretting not using the boy one last time. He was horny as sin. His cock was hard, and his asshole twiched. All he could think about was having a new boy. Maybe this boy would even want to stay with him. Become his boyfriend. That would be nice. Riley's father had ruined him at an early age. A drunkard and low life, his wife had left him shortly after Riley was born. The man held down a job all right, but there was never quite enough money. And he was ugly. Woman shunned him, so he turned to rent boys. They were plentiful enough in Mahnattan in the late 40s and early 50s. Just about every corner had one or two young boys, not worrying about anything other than getting their young cocks sucked. And Riley's father had played the role perfectly. He'd bring them home, rape them and if he found that they were orphans or run aways, he would kill them and bury their bodies at the Fishkill Dump where he worked. The ones that had families, he would treat more gently. He would suck their cocks, and then slowly over a period of days, convince them to let him fuck them. That was until little Colin turned 9. He had many times caught daddy fucking boy ass and had learned through the grapevine what it was all about, and he wanted in on it. He was already letting other boys in school put their peckers in his mouth and pee and he would drink it all down. He even had had an older boy from the local jr. high stick his bigger cock in his ass, like daddy did with the boys he brought home. He had liked it a lot. One night Riley's father came home in a foul mood but Riley had planned it all out. He had drawn a hot bath for his dad, gotten him a beer out of the ice box and met him at the door. He even had stolen hot dogs and bread from the local shop so they had a special supper. When his father walked in Riley gently led him to the bathroom, helped him undress and slip into the water and handed him his beer. The father had been surprised but what the hell! The boy was learning his place. As the father soaked, Riley had removed all his clothes and when his father seemed relaxed, he walked into the bathroom, his little 3" cock standing tight against his belly and lard on his ass hole. Climbing into the tub with his father, he told him he knew all about what boys did for men. He then manuevered his boy hole and slowly, painfully slid his daddy;s cock into his boy cunt. It took five minutes of Riley siting and rising, sitting and rising, but finally he was all the way down on his fathers cock. The look on his fathers face was priceless. Here was the brat riding his cock like a street kid. And he felt good. He was tight, FUCK was he tight. It only took a few strokes oif that young boy twat on his cock and he blew a large load of cum inside his son. Riley knew from witnissing it, that his dad had had his orgasm and slowly pulled himself off his fathers cock. Next was the part Riley had practiced for. After cumming inside the boy, his dad always wanted the boy to drink his after cumming piss. Riley had for weeks been pissing into a glass daily and making himself drink his own pee to get used to it. Riley got off his dad's cock and as his father stood, he took only the head into his smallish mouth. Immediately his dad started to piss and Riley didn't loose a single drop. He drank it down and almost seemed to beg for more when his fathers bladder was empty. That night set the tone for the rest of his young life. He was his fathers sex toy after work, and because his father wasnt spending money to buy street boys, they lived a much more comfortable life. Chapter 5 Aaron noticed that it was starting to get dark out. He knew that there was a park just two blocks up Christopher St where he could sleep for the night. He had no money for a flop. But he was getting hungry. He had to find some food or turn a trick soon. As he walked slowly along Christopher street, he took in his surroundings. He had been prepped for the rediculous clothing they wore in this time, and he knew that people were very private and conservative in public, but Aaron couldn't help imagining what every youngish man and especially boys his age would look like naked and hard. His time was so much more progressive. Clothing was only worn to group functions or on special occations like the meeting with the government man. Otherwise in groups of less than say a dozen, men and boys were always nude. They also had no body hair. That was something Aaron would have to get used to. Men and boys in this time used body hair as a mesurement of their masculinity. Also in Aarons time men and boys openly showed affection and sometimes even had sex in public places. Nothing was thought about this because only breeders were sex shamed. Gay people celebrated being gay by openly expressing that difference from breeders. It was a strange day indeed if Aaron had gone to school and not seen at least one group of men, sometimes only 2 but usually 5-9 on the sidewalk having sex with each other. Boys too. Recess was not for playing a game of kick ball . It was meant for older boys to make use of the willing younger boy holes, both top and bottom located. And even a few teachers would take a break from grading homework during recess to piss on a small group of middle school boys fucking their younger brothers. That was normal. These people were like cardboard cut outs of real people to Aaron. As I neared Jefferson Market Garden I noticed a few sheds and a greenhouse. They were not great but they would help in case of rain. The library was nearby as well, but he knew getting in there would be a nightmare. As I passed by the gate, I saw several boys in the area. All looked to be street hustlers from about 10 to about 20. They were all a bit ragged and messy but the younger ones looked nice enough. I made my way over to one of the younger boys,seemingly about my age of 14, and decided to try to start a conversation with him. "I just got into town. Will it rain tonight?" I asked the boy. "Hmmmph," the boy mummbled. "Who cares. I'll have a trick in no time tonight. Monday nights are always good for us younger guys. The tricks don't want to go to bars or clubs, so they can just pick up one of us, fuck us and be gone." "Cool," I said, trying to sound disinterested. "Just what Im looking for. I left home a week ago and haven't had any cock in my cunt since I left." "Well,"he said to me,"since you're new and all I guess you can hang out with me...maybe grab a trick if I don't want him." He looked at me a bit slyly. " So what are you into?" I just smiled softly. "I'm pretty ordinary. I like to suck, swallow, drink pee and get fucked...so no real threat from me." He giggled at that. I had to admit he was pretty cute. About 4'10" maybe 100lbs blonde hair and green eyes. Pretty cute indeed. "I'm Carl,by the way," the green eyed boy offered. " If you need a place to sleep tonight I might be able to help there too." "That's really great, Carl." I said sincerely. "I'm Aaron. So are you gay or just working?" Carl looked at me puzzled. "Gay? Why would I be happy to be here?" Shit! I thought to myself. Its 1969. That term won't be used for at least a year yet. "What I meant was are you really into guys or is this just a way you stay alive?" He still eyed me with a bit of suspicion. "Well I am a homo,if that's what your asking but truth is I would rather suck off a boy our age than a grownup. But you do whatcha gotta do around here. You?" I tried to smile disarmingly. "Oh i prefere guys totally."I needed Carl's good will right now. And telling him the truth,at least this part, might get me something a bit more than a couple tricks and a semi safe place to sleep. "You're really cute." I meant it but it still sounded lame. "Well," he drew the word out. There was a small smile in his eyes too. "If we get lucky and you still want to afterwards..." He stealthily patted my crotch and his eyes got a bit bigger. "You really do like my looks it seems." The next couple hours were spent with Carl and I generally talking about ourselves, being in the life as he called it, etc. He told me he had come down from upstate...from Syracuse in fact. That made me cringe inside because in my time Syracuse was known for being a huge breeder complex with very little tolerance for boys like us. Obviously I didn't tell him that. As we talked, several boys did get picked up for sex...mostly the older boys A couple times Carl saw me looking perhaps a little too long and warned me off. "That one likes to fist your butt," he would warn, or "druggie". Carl didn't like going with drug users. Too many risks. Around midnight a man in his late 40s approached us. "How much for both of you?" He asked. I was a biylt surprised. My training had taught me it was mostly one on one but Carl smiled and told him "$25 and you get to watch us do each other. If you want to play too its $50." I thought that was a bit high...i knew that the average fee for boys was $5-10. But Carl seemed to know what he was doing. So to support his call I took his hand and held it. "Boyfriends?" The mans eyes got bigger. "Yup." I said. "He's mine. More if you want me to share.",and I patted Carl's butt to emphasize it. "I'll pay you each $50 if you will do each other, then let me join in. But you have to stay the whole night and sleep in my bed with me afterward." I giggled. "Who said anything about getting any sleep tonight?" I knew I had him. You could see it in his face."So what do you want to do with us?" The trick got a worried look on his face."Nothing painful...I would never hurt a boy." Carl seemed pleased. We followed him, at a discreet distance for about 5 blocks to a brownstone where he let himself in. It was a single family house. This guy must be loaded,I thought. $50 each and owns a home in Manhattan? We followed him into the living room where he eyed us up and down like we were fine works of art. "Not to be rude," he started,"but you both could use a shower and some clean clothes. Have you eaten today? I can make pancakes and bacon while you boys clean up..just please don't make each other cum without me." We agreed. "There are clothes in the walking next to the bathroom upstairs. Please help yourselves to what fits and set it aside for later then when your clean come back down naked. I can't wait to see you." We smiled at him, nodded and made our way up as instructed. The bathroom wasn't what I would have called huge, but it was pretty nice. Toilet, tub, shower and washbasin we found the offered clothes (no undies of course) and lay them in a neat pile. "I have to take a wizz Aaron." Carl was almost bouncing on his toes. "Cool." I said and I sat right down on the toilet seat. "Piss down my throat." Carl looked like a feather could have knocked him over but aimed his rather pretty 4" cut cock at my mouth. He started to pee and his pee was fresh and clean. He had clearly drunk a lot of water today. There was no heavy metallic or mineral flavor to his piss. It was completely pleasant. When his flow started to web he played it over my chest and my face. Carl face lit up with surprise and pleasure. " you like that huh," carl asked. "That will make us more money. If your kinky they pay more." " I don't think of it as kinky, I just like the taste of piss." I replied swallowing the last of his pee offering."After all it came from your cock and I'm gonna be drinking a lot thicker stuff from there soon, I hope." I grinned and carl leaned down and kissed me softly. That got me boned. "Mmmmm it doesn't taste bad either. Maybe I'll drink from you in a bit." I smiled and grabbed his cock. It was about the same length as mine but much thinner. I really liked it. "You don't have to if you don't want to, but if you want I can make sure I'm nice and clean and fresh. It will taste really good." "We'll see." Carl said.