Date: Tue, 8 Dec 1998 21:37:27 CST
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Subject: "Pete's Pee-04" t/t  W/S

Pete's Pee (4)

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Pete's Pee 4

Hi again!

I 'spect you thought I'd left the country 'cos it's been some weeks since I
last wrote but what with the summer  holidays and stuff I've been too busy
playing around and experimenting to have time to write.  But now I'm back at
school so I've got time to tell you about what happened after that afternoon
in Derek's garden when we'd pissed our pants and sucked each others piss and
stuff.

I must say I was pretty scared when we'd finished that afternoon, not because
of what we'd done but because I thought Mum would be bound to notice something
- I mean my trousers and jockeys were soaked with piss and my shirt wasn't
much better because when Derek had pissed over my face quite a lot had
dribbled down onto the top of my shirt.  I needn't have worried as Derek took
me into his house and up to his room where he found some of his old school
clothes that were now a bit too small for him.

"Put these on", he told me, chucking over a pair of grey trousers and a white
shirt.  As I started to undress and my piss soaked trousers fell to the floor
he noticed my wet jockeys.

"You'd better change those as well", he remarked and, looking around his room
he saw some of his underwear lying in a crumpled heap.  He went over, picked
it up and threw it over.

"They'll do", he grinned.  "I've only worn them for a couple of days and I
didn't get around to pissing in them.

We both took of our wet clothing and as he shucked of his wet underwear I
stared with interest at the first completely naked boy I'd ever seen.  He was
slightly taller than me and his hair was a mousy blond.  His body was firm and
glistened damply and I stared with interest at the noticeable downy patch of
hair surrounding his half soft cock.  He saw me looking and gave his balls a
quick squeeze which caused my prick to flip excitedly.

"We better get dressed", he said, reluctantly, "Mom'll be home soon".

I was as reluctant as he was but could see it made sense so I picked up the
underwear he'd thrown at me.

"Have.. have you really been wearing this lately?". I asked.

"Of course.  I've been wearing them all week until today, just forgot to put
them in the wash.  That a problem?"

"N.. no", I reassured him and started to pull the cotton garment.  In fact I
was getting horny just thinking about wearing his used jockeys and kept
thinking about this as I put on the remainder of the clothes he'd lent me.
When we were both dressed he found a plastic bag into which he placed my piss
wet clothes and told me to stuff them into by bag and dump them in the wash
when I got home.  Then he took me to the front door.

"See you tomorrow", he said huskily and watched as I walked down the path onto
the street.


All the way home I was conscious of my cock rubbing against HIS underwear and
I was getting so horny that by the time I reached home I was sure my hard on
was going to rip through the trousers I was wearing.  Of course it didn't and
I got to my room safely, after telling Mum I'd had a good day at school but
was going to have a shower as we'd had P.E. and I felt sticky.  I dumped my
bag on the floor and stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself wearing
another boys clothes.  My cock was making a noticeable lump in the crotch of
the trousers and I gently rubbed a hand over it feeling it pressing against my
palm.  Grabbing my towel I went to the bathroom, carefully locked the door and
stood there, fondling my stiff dick.  There was a mirror in the bathroom too
so I stood in front of it and watched myself as I undid the white shirt and
slipped it off.  Then I undid the clip of the grey trousers and pulled down
the zip, watching the fly open until the white of Derek's used jockeys could
be seen.

I let the trousers fall to the floor and then slipped off the white jockeys
and, after turning them inside out I slowly lifted them to my face and pressed
the crotch area against my mouth and nose.  As the warm material pressed
against me I could smell boy cock and it was different from the smell I'd
noticed from my own jockeys.  This was mustier, more exciting and I walked
over to the toilet, still breathing in the scent of Derek's cock and balls the
seemed to fill the crotch of his underwear.  I held my free hand in front of
my dick and tensed up until I could feel piss starting to fill the shaft and
then start dribbling from my cock head.  I pissed into my hand and then rubbed
the warm liquid over my slightly haired crotch, cock and balls.  Then I took
the jockey's away from my face just long enough to transfer a cupped handful
of my fresh piss up to my waiting mouth.  

I could taste the familiar, hot pee as it swished around my mouth and I
slapped the jockeys back over my face and sniffed deeply as my pissy hand
started wanking away at my rigid, straining, piss dribbling dick.  As I pumped
away the mixed smells of Derek's boy genitals and my piss were making my head
swim and I grasped my prick harder and dragged the loose skin up and down over
my piss damp cockhead as I tried to breath in as much of the intoxicating
smell as I could.  My balls were starting to tighten and I could feel my boy
spunk starting to travel up my piss tube so I swallowed hurriedly, feeling my
still warm, acrid piss sliding down my throat as the smell of my new friend's
boy cock heightened the feelings as my cock jerked and small gobs of spunk
left my piss slit and spattered over my hand and the china bowl of the toilet.
As my orgasm finished I sank to the floor and lay there, exhausted, Derek's
jockeys draped over my panting face as my hand rubbed the last drops of my
sticky cum over my cockhead.

I'm afraid I'll have to stop for a moment as writing about this has made me
randy and I need to go and have a "piss-wank".  Don't go away!.

. . . . . . ..

Sorry about that - well not really!  I mean when you're my age my hormones are
all to fuck and I get horny easily and often and there's no point suffering
when you don't need to is there?

Anyway, after what I told you about I watched some TV and then went to bed,
although I must tell you I took Derek's jockeys with me so I could sniff them
during the night whenever I wanted to. 

It went pretty quiet for the next few days, Derek's Mom had some time off so
the house wasn't empty and we couldn't go to my place 'cos of my Mum being
there.  I managed to carry on with my piss watching and saw some lovely pricks
discharging their hot, golden streams into the school urinals but that was as
far as it got.  The only other thing that happened during this time was that
Derek introduced me to something slightly new which he called 'jockey
sniffing'

This next bit's about this so if you're not into boys underwear you'd better
skip it.  Anyway the next day at school Derek caught up with me during break.

"How you doing" were his first words but I could tell by his grin what he was
thinking about.  I told him I was fine and thanked him for the loan of the
clothes.  He shrugged.

"No biggy.  You might as well keep them, they don't fit me properly any more,
put them in your bag in case of - emergencies."   I thanked him but said I'd
get his jockey's washed and back to him as they were ones he still wore.

"Oh there's no rush", he replied casually, looking sideways at me.  "I'm sure
you'll get more enjoyment out of them than me."  My face froze and I started
to worry but he continued almost immediately.

"Hell, come on Pete.  You're not going to tell me you didn't get a kick out of
wearing them.  You probably sniffed them as well - did you - come on, be
honest?"

"Well . . I ..er . . I was just curious".

Derek laughed.  "Curious my ass.  Come on, just admit you got horny smelling
my cock scent.  Christ I know I do when I sniff another guys undies.  Why
d'you think I gave you that pair?"

"I . .I thought you'd be mad or think I was weird if I said I'd done that".

"Shit, Pete, after getting off pissing on each other sniffing my undies is no
big deal. In fact, I was hoping you would, I hoped you'd enjoy it as much as I
do"

By now I was really curious, and horny again!, and asked how he'd managed to
smell other boys underwear.  He just grinned, touched his nose with one finger
and told me to meet him during the next period.

"But I've got English next lesson", I protested.

"Don't worry, give it about ten minutes then say you don't feel well and need
to go.  They'll let you, they always do.  They won't want you to throw up in
class will they."

I could see he was right about that and so arranged to meet him by the toilets
and then, as the bell ending break sounded I made my way to my next class.

. . . . . .

Derek was right about the teacher.  As soon as I said I wasn't well he told me
to leave the class until I felt better so I did as he said and went to the
toilets through the now empty corridors.  Derek was standing by the door and
as I reached him he set off along a corridor, me following in surprise.  After
a few minutes he reached the doors of the gym and stopped.

"Right, just in case someone sees you just say you must have misread your
timetable and came to the wrong place.  It's never happened to me yet but
better to be prepared, OK?"

I nodded and watched as he pushed open the door and went in, closely followed
by me.  The entrance to the gym block was deserted and Derek quickly made his
way to what I knew were the boys changing rooms which he entered.  I went in
as well, more cautiously, and found myself staring at an empty room.  Empty of
people that was as all around the benches were piles of clothing and the room
had that aroma of boy sweat you get in school changing rooms.  Derek led me
over to the middle of one of the double rows of benches and stopped in front
of some of the clothing flung on them.

"A lot of the boys in this group take their underwear off for gym, you see.
Look"

As he said that he rummaged through one of the mounds of clothing until he
gave a small grunt of satisfaction and pulled back his hand holding a pair of
jockey shorts.  He looked at them for a moment then, placing them over his
face breathed deeply.  I was watching, slightly shocked, until he moved his
hand towards me and pressed the cotton material into my face. As the
unmistakable odour of boy cock and piss filled my nostrils my cock stiffened
almost immediately until it was pressing hard into my clothing.  I felt
Derek's hand give it a squeeze.

"See what I mean.  It has quite an effect huh?"

I had to agree with him as he rubbed the unknown boys crotch over my face.
Then he put it back into the pile of clothing and moved along the bench a
little way.

"The good thing is you can try so many different ones.  You won't believe how
different smells boy's cocks can have"

I soon learnt, though as in the next ten minutes or so we sniffed around ten
different pairs of underwear and each one was different.  They all had the
wonderful scent of boy sex but some were quite musky and some quite faint.
The smell of piss varied as well, whereas one pair only had a hint of it as
though just one drop had escaped when he'd shaken his cock after pissing,
another pair had a very distinctive aroma of fresh urine and when I sniffed
that one the pressure in my crotch had got quite painful.  It was whilst I was
enjoying that particular pair of jockey's that I heard the sound of a zip
being pulled down and I removed the cotton material from my face to see what
was happening.

Derek had taken his cock out and was rubbing against one of the  pairs of
jockeys he'd 'borrowed'.  He saw me looking and motioned me to do the same and
I must say I didn't need any persuasion.  In seconds I had my fly open and my
dick jutting proudly out and I grabbed another pair of briefs which I used to
rub my eager prick as I carried on sniffing the pissy ones.  I can't describe
how good it felt to rub underwear an unknown boy had recently been wearing
across my cockhead, the smooth material exciting every nerve ending causing my
five inches to get stiffer than ever before, even stiffer than when Derek had
been pissing all over me!

I felt a hand pressing on my shoulder as Derek forced me into a kneeling
position and then I felt his hard meat pressing through the briefs on my face
until his cockhead found my mouth and entered it.  Almost before I could
tighten it around his shaft and form a seal he started pissing and my mouth
filled up quickly with his hot, pungent urine causing me to swallow hurriedly.
I kept rubbing the wonderful, boy sex and piss smelling jockeys over my
nostrils, sniffing hard as more lovely golden piss filled my eager mouth.  All
too soon the stream slowed and stopped but I realised Derek hadn't emptied his
bladder but was just holding back.  I wondered why for a moment until I felt
myself being pulled upwards and a warm mouth enveloping my prick.  I closed my
eyes and tensed until my bladder contracted and forced my waiting piss into my
cock and out through my piss slit into my friend's waiting mouth.  He was
sucking my dick as I pissed in his mouth and I kept sniffing the jockey's at
the same time and I knew I was going to sum pretty soon.

But Derek had other ideas and he squeezed my balls gently, indicating that I
should hold back the rest of my hot stream.  I managed to do it with
difficulty and he stood up and motioned for me to mouth his cock again.  As
soon as I wrapped my mouth over it his piss streamed out and then, almost
immediately stopped.  I raised my eyes enquiringly and saw him making a
strange gesture.  I was puzzled for a second then realised he was telling me
not to swallow so I didn't.  I was still wondering what he had in mind as he
lifted me up and then started to move his face towards mine.  As his lips
pressed into mine I realised what was going to happen and pressed against him.
We opened our mouths at the same time and locked them tight so the piss in our
mouths mingled and we could both taste and smell acrid, mixed urine, mine from
his mouth and his from mine.

The tightness of our embrace caused our hard dicks to touch and almost on
contact I started spurting cum onto his cock and trousers and as my first,
warm blob hit his shaft he started splattering his hot creamy spunk all over
my throbbing organ.  Our tongues touched and rubbed as the mixed piss swirled
around our mouths and our cum sprayed our jockeys, cocks and trousers.  As our
joint spurtings eased we both swallowed, enjoying the taste or our mixed piss
as it flowed down both out throats.

We took a step backwards and started at each other, our lips damp with urine,
our softening cocks surrounded by the little pools of white spunk spattering
our crotches and I realised that my wonderful friend had introduced me to yet
another incredible experience in my continuing experimentation into the fun
you could have with piss.


To be continued . . .

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