Date: Sun, 7 Nov 1999 10:46:35 -0000
From: Tom <tomcat@cwcom.net>
Subject: Hard Hat Area

This is a Watersports Story.

It WAS a very hot and humid Friday lunchtime. When I went into the park
there were two horny workmen stripped to the waist wearing worn levis,
sitting down eating their lunch, leaning against the warm brick wall, a
bush to their left. Their bodies were so perfectly tanned and the sweat on
their muscles glistened in the sunlight. Their hard hats had been tossed
carelessly aside, lying on the grass next to the shrubbery.

I traced the wall to the other side of the shrub and settled down to catch
some rays, having stripped to my crotch hugging black, soft cotton boxer
shorts. I lay back on my towel and relaxed in the warmth of the early
afternoon summer sunshine.

I usually go to the gay pub near Borough station at lunchtime as I work
near there but it was such a nice day that I decided to sunbathe instead. I
was waiting from my friend Steve who I had arranged to meet in the park. I
knew that he had a meeting that morning and, after waiting for half an
hour, realised that he probably couldn't get away.

The blond workman got up to piss behind the bush. He had been so engrossed
in conversation with his mate that he hadn't noticed me coming into the
park. The park is usually empty apart from a few of the local down-and-outs
but even they weren't there today. He appeared from the other side of the
bush, having already unbuttoned his flies with both hands in one desperate
tear. His right hand reached in and yanked out his thick uncut shaft just
in time as a small stream of urine began to trickle out of his open
pisshole.

There he was. This magnificent muscular figure towered over me, his feet
apart, two dirty cat boots nestled lightly in the soles of my feet. Two
bodies at a perfect right angle. His eyes screwed up blinded by the
sunlight.

He stopped suddenly and looked down to see what was obstructing his feet
and noticed his own fluid running down my toes.

"Fuck! Sorry mate, I didn't think there was anyone else, here!" he
exclaimed, with an expression on his face of total shock. He stood there
frozen and completely stunned by the thought of what he had just done. He
was quite unaware that his cock was still hanging out of his jeans, gripped
tightly to stop the flow.

"No problem" I replied "I hear it's good for athlete's foot! Got any more?"

He laughed and turned to aim at the vegetation. "Yeah, I better finish
off!"

"No!! I mean have you got any more for ME?" I pleaded.

"You mean you want me to piss on YOU?" he raised his eyebrows.

"I don't see why not, you gotta do it somewhere and I could do with a good
hosedown on a hot day like today" I said, hoping that this would do the
trick. I looked at his smooth milky-white shaft. His foreskin was longer
and tighter than most, bunching up at the end. A couple of droplets falling
off the end of the puckered rollneck. His grasp was tighter now as he was
finding it more difficult holding back the release of the urine trapped in
the pipeline. The pressure of his finger on his whang-string was forcing
the rush of blood into his dick. I could see his pubic hair now poking out
of his flies, Ginger wisps flickering in the sunlight, a red forest of
wonder right in front of my eyes. I love the way so many blonds have such
colourful pubes. This gave me an instant hard-on.

"Well, I can't hold on for much longer" he warned me. He relaxed his grip
and I felt a brief sprinkle of urine touch my feet. Then it hit me, the
full power of his jetstream pounding against my face. It was like every
single muscle in his prick was working at full capacity to propel the
golden fluid out of his body. I opened my mouth wide and let him fill it
up. It tasted strong, not bitter but quite flavoursome. He must have been
working really hard at the construction site in the morning and this had
dehydrated him.  Concentrated urine concentrated in my mouth. I swallowed
it down after slowly savouring each mouthful, all of my tastebuds opening
as flowers to every drop of golden rain. But the tap had been turned on
full and I had to let some of the manpiss run down my body.

I moved closer to the source. His tight rosebud foreskin was guiding the
piss out in several directions at once. As I closed in on it, the golden
nectar was spraying up my nostrils and hitting my eyes. I took control and
sealed my lips firmly around the rim of his ripened rod. Now I could gulp
it all down like a down-and-out glued himself to a wine bottle. The water
of life flowed smoothly down my throat with wave upon wave crashing against
the walls of my stomach to every move I made, a golden ocean of minerals
nourishing my body.

 "Don't take all day about it, I need to piss too!" came his mate's voice
from behind the bush. I immediately pulled away from the burst golden water
main but he hadn't stopped pissing yet and the amber nectar jet sprayed my
face again.

"What the fuck's going on?" His mate appeared, his hard hat in his
hand. None of us thought there was any point in explaining the obvious and
remained silent. The fountain stopped and the last of the piss streamed
from my face and darted quickly down my chest.

"Mind if *I* piss now, I've been waiting fucking long enough!" he seemed to
have gotten over the surprise of the situation.

"Not at all, but I think I need some protection first!" I snatched the
yellow safety helmet out of his hand and put it on. "Nice colour!"

"You cheeky cunt!" he swore, looking madly at me.

"You horny fucking bastard!" I said, daringly. "Are you gonna put the fire
out, or what?"

That was it for him, whether he wanted to or not, he knew he was going to
give me a good soaking.  With his nostrils flared and his big brown eyes
staring straight into mine and his short brown hair sparkling with gel, he
unzipped and pulled down his old ripped jeans so that he was naked from the
knees upwards. His firm rippled muscular body became rigid with rage as he
grabbed his thick long cock, a huge mushroom of knob pushing out of its
sheath. He let rip ...

Whoosh! Out it came, I bowed my head. Like from a severed artery, the
liquid gold splashed with such force onto my protected head, a fresh golden
waterfall pouring down in front of my eyes splattering and drenching my
thirsty skin.

I removed the hard hat and upturned it so that the golden flow filled the
yellow vessel. He had been waiting so long to urinate that he almost filled
the hat. I put the heavy piss-laden hat back so that the wondrous
strong-smelling hot man fluid showered my face, catching and tasting as
much as I could as the burst dam ran down my face, into my ears, into my
eyes and dripped from my nose. The stream made its way down my torso. I
pulled down my saturated boxers and wanked furiously as my brown- eyed man
directed his stream at my balls. So powerful was his hosedown that it felt
like a hundred needles gently stabbing at my shaven nutsack.

By this time my blond man was leaning over me masturbating himself, his
fist beating the shit out of his over-moistened man meat. "Uuuhh! Uuuhh!
Uuuhh!" he moaned and squirted his load over my face, hitting me directly
in the lips. My tongue slithered out licking and tasting and swallowing the
horny manspunk.

Then my brown-haired guy started pulling on his fucking massive donkey dick
and went down to suck my rock hard piss-soaked prick. Wow! His tongue
rasped my cock like fine sandpaper. I pushed him away. Now I had to pee!
With my cock pointing straight up, I let loose my golden fountain pushing
up several feet into the air and splashing back down hard on my meat and
veg.

At the sight of this brown-eyes pummeled his one-eyed monster harder and
harder. I grabbed the blond one, pulling him firmly down over me and
started rimming his smooth tiny hard bum. My tongue penetrated his tiny
manhole and I tasted the sweat and the mansmells of his masculine arse.

Then I felt hot sticky fluid lashing against the head of my pleasure pole
as brown-eyes released his spunk, the silver seed spilling into my
pisshole. I wanked myself now using the sticky manjuice and piss mixture
and stood up and shot my own payload over the blond guy's arse cheeks,
silver bullets firing rapidly from my pink pistol shooting over that
milkwhite hardened virgin butt.

Then they said "Cheers, mate!" pulled up their denim jeans and wandered
off. I dried myself off with my towel and set off back to work for the
afternoon. An hour later, I went out onto the fire escape at work for a
cigarette. There is some construction work going on near my building and I
spotted a workman wearing a yellow helmet. His mate nudged him and he
looked up and they both waved. I waved back and realised that my
lunchbreaks would never be the same again.

When I got home to Wandsworth Common that evening, I air-dried the piss and
cum-soaked towel so that I could give it to my friend Steve the next time I
saw him so that he could relive the experience.

tomcat@cwcom.net
4 July 1999