Date: Wed, 30 Dec 2020 01:54:39 -0500
From: Bradley Gibbons <thepatternking@gmail.com>
Subject: A Very Thirsty Day at San Fermín Sound

A Very Thirsty Day at San Fermín Sound
by BadBoyKal

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Inspired by a video called "Desfile de penes" ("penis parade") which has
since been taken down--similar to this, though:
https://www.gayforit.eu/video/776653/Men-Pissing-at-Festival-In-Germany

The festival is called "San Fermín Sound," and it happens in the
fall when already there's some real chill to the air.  As long as it's been
around, you would think they'd be pretty good at putting it on -- but no.
One major kink was the restroom facilities: A bank of 20 port-a-potties,
all unisex; this year the wait was fully 10 minutes from when you joined
the line to when you emptied your piss into the plastic tank. They stood
all at the periphery of the festival stages & attractions. There was
nothing but woods beyond the green plastic row; the festival paid little
heed to this fringe, not bothering to put fencing up in front of them. They
lay cozy and spacious, shady enough that even at its lowest level the brush
is spread thinly, baring many seams of brown unplanted earth.

Well, boys will be boys, thank God! I don't know about you, but I jumped at
the chance to skip the line and piss in public, at the edge of the
treeline. By no means was I the only (or the first) to think of it,
either... At any given time there were easily 15 to 20 men relieving
themselves there at the forest's outskirts.

This particular festival was not the frat-boy magnet others might be. Men
in their late thirties to early fifties dominated the crowd (though younger
folks did make up a solid fifth or quarter of the attendees). I myself was
but 23. I'd come out there alone, for the music. Little did I know of the
other, more depraved possibilities that ultimately awaited me there!

I've always had to pee a bit more often the other guys do -- maybe I have a
tinier bladder, more maybe I find excuses to go more than I really have to
'cause I love piss and peeing so much! And all the beer I was drinking
didn't help with that. Each time I had to go I'd not even pretend to use a
port-a-potty, I'd just go straight behind them to the forest's edge. Each
time I was on the prowl, quickly finding the hottest guy pissing out there
at the moment and casually wandering up to stand just about a yard away
from him, so I could peak and get a change to see his junk.

But I knew from the very beginning what it was I REALLY wanted, and it went
way behind just catching a glimpse of some hot cock. No, I saw all the men
with their dicks out amongst the trees, and I WANTED WHAT WAS COMING OUT OF
THEM!

By the fourth time I went out to pee, my mind had been gnawing on the idea
of doing more than just get a glimpse of dick, long enough, and I'd had
plenty of liquid courage to inspire me to make my imaginings real. I
sprayed my piss on a tree not even bothering to find the hottest
guy... then I walked deeper into the forest, turning gradually to my right,
surruptitiously approaching the most densely-populated pissing-area from
further in the woods. There were six guys at present in the area: One some
twenty yards into the woods, blond early twenties with gauges, and peeing
from a pretty yellow-skinned cock so absent-mindedly he didn't even notice
me pass just two yards to his right. There was a stocky young fellow of
thirty, with a short dark beard, about three yards back from that guy (and
a few paces further left); off to my left another ten yards about as deep
into the woods as that one was man about forty, and then in the middle much
closer to the trees' edge (or three or four yards in) was a line of
pissers, one two three. I decided I would put myself right into the middle
of all of this--'bout ten yards into the woods, lined up right with the guy
in the back middle. From that spot all six could hear me shout and see me,
if they bothered to look.

"GENTLEMEN!" I cried at full voice. "YOU'RE WASTING YOUR PISS ON THE TREES!
COME HERE AND LET ME DRINK YOUR PISS! I REPEAT, I'M KNEELING DOWN HERE AND
I WILL PERSONALLY SWALLOW THE PISS OF ANY GUY WHO FEELS LIKE SHARING IT!"

My heart was thumping violently in my chest! I couldn't believe what I had
just done. All six of their heads had turned my way, and I sunk to me knees
as if at the pressure of their gazes. I saw three of the six had already
zipped up by the time I finished my brash invitation--one of them had kept
right on peeing--but two--the one immediately in front of me and the one to
his left--had their tools out still but no piss flowed! They might be
heeding my plea! I stared greedily at the two cocks and without even
thinking of it, licked my lips.

The two trudged slowly, advancing toward me as one, carefully holding their
pants up. Guy right ahead had he balls hooked over the waistband of his
briefs while guy-to-my-right had merely an inch of his dick sticking out
through the fly, belt still done up and all. In silence they arrived before
me and stopped about five feet away. I guessed from their behavior they
must've been friends at the festival together. The one who'd been right in
front of me to begin with--a guy with a goatee, glasses, and skin as tan as
though it were summer, spoke. "We've got a friend like you at home,
buddy. We know how much a human urinal likes his piss, and we wouldn't be
wanting to deprive you of any of it."

'Human urinals'? HOT! I was salivating!

"I only have a little bit left, although I can't speak for Jason here,"

"PLEASE... HERE..." I moaned like a zombie. "In my mouth."

Jason, the guy to my right, moved first. He walked right up where I now
kneeled with my mouth open and squared off his legs at shoulder width. I
watched with fascination at what started as merely a dribble... quickly I
pushed my head forward, tongue touching the bottom of the cockhead. I could
taste it! At last! Jason's piss had a rich flavor, reminded me of apple
cider. As the dribble became a stream, I cockily pushed even further out
and closed my lips around his cockhead. There were only about three
swallow's-worth to be had, but I was glad for the hot start to my
piss-drinking undertaking!

Jason put his cock away and then took one big sideways step to his left. In
no time the goatee'd guy'd filled in to take his place. "It's not much, but
it's yours" he said, before coming tight in and carefully sticking his
dick's bulb into my mouth! This guy's pee was more of the refreshing, beer
piss variety, and though he'd made such a fuss about having so little,
still it was more than the other guy's! I made swallow after grateful
swallow. I was beaming inside. I thrust my right hand in my pants to give
my already-hard pocket rocket some attention.

While I was hard at play with my first customers, new pissers had entered
the woods. Even as I turned away from goatee, a ruddy-faced fifty-year-old
approached us. Three more guys had entered the trees, but none of them had
yet made a move for his cock, as they all paused with curiosity to see what
was happening with me.

"Hey! Guys!" I yelled out to 'em. "Don't piss on a tree! Piss in my mouth
instead!" The leftmost one said "Is he serious?" But my mouth was already
too occupied guzzling fifty-year-old piss to respond! This time I received
a full bladder-full. The soft sweaty dick was just slightly too high to
comfortably close my lips around, so I swallowed the whole load without
contact. "Ah..." sighed the dick's owner, in relief. As I swallowed the
last drizzle, the ruddy-faced man shook his tool straight down, splattering
the last drops onto my cheeks and eyelashes.

Of the next trio, the rightmost was already coming straight at me. The
middle one wandered my way much more tentatively, and the leftmost one
seemed still to be deciding. As he dallied, two men in their forties came
up behind him and asked "What's going on over there?" "Uh... there's a guy
drinking people's piss." The young blond's cheeks flushed crimson.

"Haha... alright!" said the questioner; "Wanna go use the faggot?" he asked
his buddy. "Sure" was his response... so they came my way, slowly but
surely.

My next customer, from right-center, was about thirty-five, six-foot, with
brown hair, and quite well-put-together. He was by far the most into the
scene of the guys who'd come so far. He sauntered quickly to within a yard
of me, and triumphantly revealed his cock (soft four-incher, semi-hard but
with a lotta extra skin--and just a shade darker than his skin tone) which
he waved in my face like it was the god-damn Holy Grail or something... the
tool visibly hardened as its own prepared to let piss fly my way; in the
end a five-inch stout semi waved itself temptingly close to my lips; as my
admiration turned to awe of the piece that sat before me (threatening to
harden still more), its owner crossed the fine line separating "hard on"
from "piss on"!: the dong paused in a moment of ecstatic heightening before
the piss gun rolled its bead of urine forward and out, releasing right into
my mouth. It was the kind of moment where at first the cock stands alone,
but then a glimmering bead of urine forms itself just so catch the sunlight
behind it, until the downhill motion of the urine's release sends caisons
rolling on to perk up whatever it is in the piss-path line-of-fire to full
self-awareness as only an oncoming piss-torrent can do. The
mid-thirties-aged kid had gone from zero to sixty in a split-second, and I
had yet to miss a drop; the stream continued as he thrust his dick forward
RIGHT INTO MY FACE, touching bouncy vas deferens all the way up to my front
teeth! The near-orange torrent tore right through my lips to bear down on
my bottom teeth, spraying in every direction as I wrestled to keep from
losing any drop. The boy belonging to the piss pulled back a little to
micro-arch smack dab on my upper lip, and from there rather than feed my
frenzy the wanker decided to play on my face some-more, splashing left and
right against my upper lip and cheeks, even as my tongue sought out the
fleeing golden nectar the motherfucker had so insolently wasted on my
lips. After a totally superlative shot from his cock to my forehead, the
asshole at last returned his stream to where I wanted it: 'twixt my
lips. And damn if I couldn't ever make any complaint, after that, for his
near-orange stream was as sweet as honey.

The forty-year-old buddies who'd perked up about a piss-drinking faggot
reached me next. The shorter one in the middle--5'4" Rotund, three-inch
beard, thinning dark brown hair bumbled over and practically bumped mister
piss whiz-just-finished to the side, unearthing his tiny stubby cock in the
same motion. "Oh, yeah, Darren" he cooed to his companion. "Why I haven't
had a piss faggot since... well, 1995 at least." "Scoot over," mumbled
Darren. "His mouth is big enough for the both of us." A special treat for
me ensued: keeping track of not just one, but two, simultaneously pissing
cocks!

I was so busy trying to catch every drop of the dual piss streams that I
almost missed the next upcoming delight! Entering at the edge of the woods
all in one spot and then spreading out was a group of five
eighteen-year-olds! As you've already seen, I'll take piss from any cock
that is willing--but it's hotter and much more special if I'm really into
the man/boy it's coming from. And I say "the younger, the better": twinks
is where it's at. But straight teens like this? Even better.

The two older men who just finished with me must have been blocking me from
view, as these teens did not seem to notice me kneeling there. It was time
to beg for what I wanted yet again--quickly before they started pissing up
there!

"GUYS, GUYS!" Two of them looked up at me and paused in the process of
getting their dicks out. "YEAH, YOU GUYS--ALL FIVE OF YOU! DON'T PISS UP
THERE! I'VE GOT AN OPPORTUNITY THAT DOESN'T COME UP EVERY DAY THAT I
PROMISE IS MORE FUN! PISS ON ME INSTEAD AND I'LL DRINK IT!" I had all of
their attentions, but they hesitated. All seemed to be looking to the
black-haired tall one second from the right, who must have been their
leader. Well, he had a wide grin on his face, and I was pretty sure I was
in luck. It was his turn to holler: "What the fuck is wrong with you,
faggot? You actually want to DRINK our PISS? That is screwed up! You're
lucky, though, man... I have never peed in a person's mouth before, and it
sounds like something that would be pretty fun to do. So, yeah--we'll do
it." They marked back into a single group and presently surrounded me in a
semi-circle, laughing. "This should be fun, don'tcha think?" the 'leader'
asked. "Do you all wanna do it too?"

"I do," said a shorter redhead named Sam. "For sure" said a teen of average
height and short black hair. "I've never had a dude drink my pee before,
but I've made Denise do it a few times and I swear it is fucking
fantastic!" The other two just nodded.

"Well, we'll take turns," said the leader, "so we'll all still have our
privacy."

"Lemme go first, y'all," Sam said. "I'm about to fuckin' piss in my pants,
I gotta go so bad."

"Alright, then," said the leader, turning away. "Let's give 'im some space"
as they all turn back to face the festival, making jokes about how absurd
this was and snickering. Sam undid his belt with a panicked, hurried look,
stepping right up to my face and warning me "this is gonna be a LOT of
piss, bro! Just warnin' ya." "Don't worry, just put your dickhead in my
mouth and I'll swallow as much as you got." I popped the end into my mouth,
at this, and the boy's dick then frankly ERUPTED into my throat! I started
swallowing like mad! The boy was sighing, saying "oh, this feels so good!"
As I drink the yellow down I turn my eyes up to watch his facial
expressions. Man, was I glad I had scored this group of boys.

"Whew!" he said. I'm almost done. I felt the torrent wane. I swallow the
last drops down, release the dick from my mouth and say "Ah...!" I was a
happy little faggot, you could be sure. I caught up on my breathing in the
little reprieve between cocks.

"My turn!" shouted a 6'1" teen with blond hair peaking out from his hat. He
expressively, joyfully scurried right up in front of me in no time, saying
to me (as he did) "my name's Andrew. So, you really want this piss, huh?"

"I'm Christopher, and you have no idea how bad I do! I said to him."

"Well, I hope you don't mind getting wet, too," said Andrew, "'cause this
piss is going wherever I want it to, just so you know!" He smirked
devilishly. Fuck, I couldn't believe how HOT it was! The stream started,
splashing all over my face, giving me a taste in my waiting mouth. But then
he pissed right in my eyes, making them burn, and then moved on to my
hair. "You like that, piss boy?" I nodded with my eyes still screwed shut.

"Now I'm gonna wet your pants!" Andrew declared. Stepping back he arched
his stream right at the crotch of my jeans, shaking the stream all over my
thighs. Suddenly his stream hit me right on my neck, running rivulets of
pee down into my shirt. This fucker was gonna give me hypothermia later on,
but FUCK it was so hot! I thrust my hand in my pants, unable to keep from
stroking my cock. Finally he said "Okay, faggot. You said you wanted to
drink it, didn't you? Oops!" he said again with the widest grin. "But,
here, drink the rest" and I tilted my head back, leaving my open mouth
right there to easily piss in. The flavor was the best that I'd tasted that
day, ironically!

As Andrew shook off his cock on my face and put it away, I took out my own
cock. I heard him exclaim to his friends "Guys, I pissed ALL THE FUCK OVER
HIM!" "Really?" They laughed and congratulated him. There seemed to be some
hold-up as another guy had not come to take Andrew's place. The next boy,
it seemed, was not sure about doing this and was trying to back out. But
his friend, the other apart from the leader who hadn't gone yet, talked him
into it. "Look, I'll go with you... It'll be fun, man. First you just piss
in his mouth and I'll piss all over his clothes, and then halfway through
we'll switch." Finally, it was agreed upon.

The shy boy was small and stocky with dark brown hair and glasses. The
other was thinner and taller and black-haired, and continued to reassure
the other. "Just put your dick straight into his mouth, bro." The cockhead
lolled onto my tongue, and I closed my mouth around it. "Just start pissing
when you're ready, no need to warn him," he continued. "I'm about to have
some fun while you feed him your piss." The other one started his stream
out squirting right against the side of my face, causing piss to drip
through and down my short beard. Then he pivoted around the right side of
my body, getting behind me... suddenly he tucked his dick into the back of
the collar of my shirt! I felt his strong stream hitting my back, dripping
all down to my waisteband... after the entire back of my shirt was surely
soaked with wet hot piss, the cock was withdrawn and aimed next at my
butt. "Paul, take your dick out of his mouth--I want to get him to swallow
mine, too!" Presently he was back in front of me and both boys had their
dicks pressed close together, sending piss streams together into my
mouth. Yummy!

"You like that, faggot?" asked the talkative one. I nodded as much as I
could while keeping the streams going into my mouth.

There was just one teenager of the bunch left--the one who'd decided they
would do it in the first place. With the other boys still facing away a few
feet out, the talk black-haired teen approaching, unzipping as he
comes. "Now. Finally it's my turn to see what it's like to pee into
someone's mouth. You ready for me?" he asked. "I'm ready!" I responded,
cheerfully. My mouth was open and my tongue hanging out, my eyes looking up
at his face. His dick was still a good foot away from my mouth, which had
me wondering what he had planned. "Here goes!" he said, and then yellow
nectar shot out of his dick with incredible force, easily bridging the gap
between cock and mouth. I was swallowing as fast as I could, trying not to
splash away the piss. The splash of the stream on the puddle in my mouth
reverberated in my hollow cheeks. "Hahaha!" said this boy. You could tell
he was REALLY liking it--tickled by what he was doing. Not only was he
laughing and smiling, but his cock was gradually getting harder and harder
as he continued to pee! He got closer as his stream waned, until when he
emitted his last drops his penis was right nearly at my nose. Roughly he
shoved his boner into my mouth. "Suck on it, faggot" he said.

I was lucky enough to get, from that cock, my first cum load of the
day--and once their leader bragged about that, I ended up blowing them all,
too. By the time I got out of the woods I had taken twenty loads of piss,
and seven of cum. I returned ultimately to the stage, soaking and reeking
of piss, only to have four more men use me right there, before I finally
decided to call it a day and get home and changed. I can't wait until next
year's San Fermín Sound!

The End