Date: Fri, 09 Jan 2004 02:07:52 -0600
From: Ben Foster <whereismymind799@hotmail.com>
Subject: College Roommate Tyler Part 2  (m/m, urination)

He stands from his bed and walks to his desk, his dick swaying side to side
as he does so.  With Tyler turned from me, I see his beautiful ass,
perfectly shaped, hard.  His cheeks are smooth, but I can see inside his
crack is a bit of dark hair.  Wonderful.

Tyler's body is perfect, in my opinion.  I don't think there's any fat on
him, and though he doesn't work out often, it is in perfect shape.  He's
what you'd call "fashionably emaciated," just the way I like it.  Toned over
his whole body.  Muscles, but not extreme.  I love his body and I have since
the moment I first saw him at the beginning of the school year.

He bends down to pick up the box of tissue that  for some reason is laying
under his desk.  Hey, perfect for me, because as he does so, I'm greeted
with the sight I love so much: a man bending over, his ass cheeks spread,
his balls hanging between his legs.  How I would love to be sitting right
behind him, my tongue all over his hole, my hand wrapped around his gorgeous
7 inch dick, pumping away as I breathe in his pungent smell, lick every inch
of him, and penetrate with my tongue.

He stands back up and takes a few tissues from the box and then tosses it to
me.  He cleans his cum from his body, ending with what is on his dick.  I do
the same.  My dick is now about half hard, as is Tyler's, which is
unsurprising because in the four months I've known him, his dick is rarely
less than at half mast.

Until this night, Tyler had been an object completely out of my reach.  He
was my roommate, and nothing more.  I had seen him naked, of course, before
and after showers, while changing clothes, and it was no big deal to either
of us.  He was gorgeous, yes, but I couldn't risk letting him know I thought
so.  This was the first night we jerked off together.  Until tonight, he had
generally done so in the morning before class, when he figured I was still
asleep, and at night sometimes if I happened to be in bed early.  Waking up
to the sound of his stroking was better than any alarm clock I'd ever had.

I would hear that unmistakable sound of flesh against flesh, rubbing,
squeezing.  And I would open my eyes slightly and always Tyler's eyes would
be clenched shut.  Generally he slept only in his boxers, and usually he'd
be jerking off in the open, his sheets pushed down and his swollen dick
poking through the fly of his shorts.  I would watch until every muscle in
his body clenched and from his dick cum spurted all over his chest and
stomach.  Tyler, like me, was a shooter.  Afterwards he'd stand out of bed,
make sure my eyes were closed, and pull off his boxers, clean up, and then
go shower.

That was until tonight.  Tonight I walked in from my night class to discover
Tyler in front of my computer, his dick between his fingers, and one of my
piss videos playing.

I was dumbfounded.  I felt like I'd done something wrong both by walking in
on him and by having the piss videos on my computer in the first place.  His
hand didn't stop stroking once.  He just turned his head and said, "Dude,
you gonna join me or what?"

What could I say to that?  I just dropped my pants, sat on my bed behind him
and started jerking off to the video.  When it was through, Tyler retired to
his own bed and that just about brings us up to the present.

"You wanna have a shower then?" Tyler asks, a goofy grin still on his face,
his hands on his narrow hips.

"Sounds great," I reply, standing up in front of him.  Tyler looks me in the
eyes, deeply, the smile never leaving his face.  His eyes travel down my
body.  I'm not as obscenely skinny as he, but I'm pretty well toned, the
right muscles in the right places.  My stomach is flat and my hair amount is
pretty normal.  A bit between my pecs, on my belly.

He walks to his closet, puts a towel around his waist and grabs his stuff.
I follow him out the door and down the hall to the bathroom.

I fell in love with our dorm bathrooms the moment I saw them.  Nothing
communal, everything pretty much private.  But for coming from a home with
two sisters, no men, sharing a bathroom with 50 hot, horny guys is pretty
fucking arousing.  You walk in and there's two walls of sinks and mirrors to
the right.  Beyond that is a row of urinals on one wall and a row of stalls
on the other.

Walking in late at night it is more than common to see a guy in his boxers
only standing in front of the urinal, pissing away.  Or to see a guy with a
towel wrapped around his waist shaving in front of the mirror in the
mornings.  Definitely worth every drawback to living in the dorms.

To the left of all this is another door which leads into the shower area.
In here are six shower stalls, each with a curtain which gives pretty much
all the privacy you can want.  Except there's no place to keep anything dry
once inside the curtain.  So most guys hang their towels and whatever
clothes they might have outside the stalls and are completely naked for
those couple seconds it takes them to get in.  Many nights I spent jerking
off inside my stall looking through the space between the shower curtain and
the wall at the guys as they walked in, shed their clothes, and stepped into
their own stall.  Quite often it was easy to hear the unmistakable sound of
a guy beating off.  And that made the whole experience even more arousing,
to just picture the guy in his stall, to picture his cock and then to watch
as he steps out, his dick still swollen definitely more than soft, dries off
and then walks away.

But none of that for me now.  Tyler walks into the shower area, peels off
his towel and steps into a stall on the end, waiting for me to follow.  I do
so, pulling the curtain shut behind me.  No one else is in there, and being
a Friday night, I don't expect anyone will.  Tyler's dick is still at half
mast, swollen and engorged, but sticking straight out of his body and not
entirely hard.

I don't think that smile has left his lips.  "You first?" he asks, raising
his eyebrows and putting his right hand around his dick.

I get down on my knees in agreement, saying nothing.  I look up at his
beautiful face.  He looks down at me but his smile has faded and a look of
slight concentration has replaced it.  I look at his dick, waiting,
anxiously waiting and anticipating what is about to happen.  I've never felt
another man's piss on me and I can't wait.

Suddenly it happens.  Something clicks in Tyler's brain and his bladder
releases and his piss comes shooting strongly out the end of his dick.  It
hits me in the chest, hot, its strong scent hitting my nostrils instantly
and sending my mind into a dizzying whirl.  His piss flows down my chest,
into my pubes, over my balls.  I can't believe how wonderful this feels.

My hand grasps my dick, completely hard once again, and I began jerking it
like mad.

Tyler continues pissing, moving his stream from my chest, down to my dick
and balls, spraying it all over me.  Its heat is intense.  Its smell
glorious.  I want to taste it.  I need to.  My left hand grabs his dick and
aims it at my face.  He understands what I want and aims his flow all over
my head, my hair, directly on my face.  When I open my mouth his stream of
hot piss immediately enters and I take only a short moment to relish in its
bitter taste before I begin swallowing.

Suddenly he moves forward and places his dick in my mouth.  I am immediately
filled with his piss and though I swallow as much as possible, a great deal
spills out the sides of my mouth.  I can feel it splashing against the back
of my throat, going down my esophagus.  Its taste is wonderful, so salty and
bitter.  It is very strong, as if he's been holding it in for a while and
I'm very thankful for that.  I've tasted my own piss many times but nothing
could prepare me for how delicious Tyler's would be.

Eventually his flow begins to subside, his dick still in my mouth,
completely hard.  I want him to leave it in there.  I want to continue to be
filled by him in every possible way.  After he's squeezed out the last drop
of his piss, I begin moving my tongue along the underside of his dick, ready
to give him a great blowjob, but he pulls it out of me and steps back.

I look up at his face and he's grinning once again.

"How was that, buddy?" he asks me, shaking a few drops of piss from his
dick.

"Amazing." I can still feel it, now warm, running all over my skin.  The
smell is inside of me.  Piss.  I'll never be able to step foot in these
showers without becoming immediately hard again.

"My turn."  Tyler gets down on his knees as I stand up.  His piss is in
puddles on the floor, I can feel it beneath my feet.

My dick is completely hard, but I'm able to push it down to aim it at my
roommate.  He's looking up at me, waiting, a solemn expression of
anticipation on his face.  I'm finding it a lot harder to force my piss out
than I'd thought, despite the overwhelming pressure on my bladder and the
extreme desire to release it.  After some moments pass by, Tyler reaches up
and pushes firmly against my abdomen, right above the base of my dick, right
in front of my bladder.

The effect is immediate.  A powerful gush of piss erupts from my dick into
the air and falls down over Tyler's back.  He closes his eyes the instant my
piss hits his skin.  I push my dick down and aim at his head, hot piss
washing over his hair and his face.  Its color a very dark yellow and its
smell very strong.

Tyler reaches up, grabs my dick, and does the work for me.  He aims my
stream at his dick, rubbing my piss all over his penis and balls, into him.
He aims it all over his chest and stomach.  Back to his face, over his
closed eyes.  He opens his mouth and begins swallowing.

What a beautiful sight.  Tyler, in all his physical beauty kneeling before
me, my dick held gently in one of his hands, a stream of piss leaving my
dick and splashing into his mouth as he struggles to swallow as much as he
can, his eyes closed, his fist tight around his cock.

Tyler leans forward slightly and my dick enters his mouth.  He closes his
lips around me and I can feel the intense heat of being inside him, the
gentle warmth of his tongue against the underside of my dick.  He forcefully
sucks the piss out of me, swallowing rapidly.

Soon the flow of piss from my dick lessons and in moments it stops entirely.
  I wish I had more.  I wish I had an endless amount to give him, that I
hadn't used a toilet all day, but that is not so.

Tyler releases my dick from his mouth and stands up, looking seriously into
my eyes.  He leans forward and places his open mouth over mine.  No
hesitation.  No questioning.  I open my mouth immediately and feel Tyler's
tongue against mine.  We kiss hard and deeply.  I can taste my piss in his
mouth, and undoubtedly he can taste his own in my mouth.

I press myself against him, our bodies wet and slippery.  My dick is
painfully hard and is pressed into Tyler's stomach, right alongside his hard
dick.  I can feel his pressed into me, feel his dick next to mine, and his
balls rubbing against my own.

Tyler breaks from the kiss and stands silently for a moment.  "How about a
real shower now, huh?"

I disappointingly agree, wondering if Tyler even wants to go any further.  I
was so convinced we were about to, but maybe he had no intention to
whatsoever.  He's smiling again, so I know nothing's the matter.  But, damn,
I wanted to do a hell of a lot more than what we already had!

--- This story is purely fictional.  Comments, suggestions, questions, etc.
are very much appreciated at whereismymind799@hotmail.com  Thanks for
reading! ---