Date: Sat, 1 Sep 2007 09:10:40 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Piss Pals Through the Years" by Jay Roberts  Gay Urination

++++Oh gosh, I do hope you are over 18.  If not, piss off.  If you are of
age then piss on.


This is my weird story of Josh and me.  I'm Ben.  Pals who piss together
stay together it seems in our case.  It all started when Josh moved next
door to me into the big mansion.  I say next door, but actually there is
over 1000 yards between our yards.  My house used to be the gardener's
cottage for the estate.  The big house has a pool and a pool house with
sauna and steam room.  Also at the pool there is a whirlpool.  The house
was unoccupied for over a year before Josh's parents bought it.  There were
workmen there all the time for months.  His family must be rich to afford
all this renovation.

Josh was my age at the time, eight years old.  He wasn't snooty and as soon
as he arrived at the end of his school term to move in he crossed the lawns
and came right up to me and held out his hand like a young politician.

"Hey," he said in the universal greeting.  I responded with the same.  Now
we were stumped.  I looked him over.  He was a bit taller than me.  He had
white/blonde hair, pale skin and blue eyes.  At first I thought he was
frail because of his slim body, but later on, when we became buddies, I
found that he had lots of strength and could easily pin me down.

I am almost the opposite of his looks.  I have wavy dark hair and brown
eyes.  I am a bit stocky.

I questioned him about his school.  It was a boarding school.  "Do you miss
your mom when you are there?"

"Naw, glad to get away from 'rents.  We have lots of fun at school, we even
learn a bit."

"Are you going to transfer to the regular school here in Beverly?"

"Yeah, that's the plan. Say where can I drain the lizard?"

I noticed that he had been moving from one leg to another.  Somehow I found
that piss urgency fun.  "I always do it behind the garage."

We both walked past the hedges and to the small space behind.  "I might as
well go also."  As we walked back squeezing past the high privets I found
that I could hardly breath.  It was as if I was scared, or nervous.  When
we reached the most hidden spot Josh stood right against my side and opened
his jeans, let them drop to his ankles and pulled his white broadcloth
shorts down to his knees, exposing his miraculously pale, smooth skin that
almost shone in the half light.  I copied him and we both took long looks
at each other's weenies.  His was long and pinkish white.  He had a cover,
a foreskin that hid the head and protruded a bit further, forming a little
trumpet.

"Hey, you're circumcised.  Are you Jewish?  It looks nice.  It's sort of
tawny color."

"No I'm Scottish. Me mum followed the queen's lead and had me chopped like
the princes.  I had no say in it.  I bet it's fun to play with that
slipcover."

At that moment Josh grunted and his stream began.  There was something
about his piss hole and his foreskin that made a strange stream.  It came
out like a hollow tube near his weenie, then twisted twice and continued
more or less straight, but gave off little fine side streams.  I looked
with astonishment.  "It's a bubbler."

He laughed so hard he had to stop peeing.  Meanwhile my streams began its
usual strong straight path, splashing nicely against the stucco.  I waved
it like a paintbrush and managed to write "Josh" though it was hard to make
out.  He did see it and smiled happily.

We really enjoyed these private boy time moments of pissing together.
Something that was somehow illicit and secret and all our own with adults
excluded.  We tried all sorts of activity while peeing, fencing our
streams, stopping and starting.  Turning around like garden sprinklers was
Josh's idea.

We continued as friends and this was reinforced by going to school together
and being in the same classes.  We never argued or got mad at each other.
I think there was a bond brought about by our intimacies.

By the age of twelve we were both experiencing unexpected woodies.  Josh's
member had grown and thickened and now his cock head was always slightly
exposed.  It was pale pink, like the inside of a seashell.  Mine was
exactly the same except for being longer and thicker.

One of the kids in homeroom told Josh about wanking and he rushed to meet
me after school and tell me about it.  His new knowledge was sketchy.  "He
shake it up until it gets stiff.  Then you wet your palm and rub it."

"What good's that?  I think he was shitting you."

"I don't know, but he says you get a great feeling, and...oh, he said don't
stop when you get the first good feeling.  Keep going and then..."

"And then what?"

"He says it's like heaven."

We were both frantic to try out this new activity.  He came to my house,
but my mom was home and she made stuff for us to have with milk and we
couldn't get away.  Finally Josh suggested that we go to his place for a
swim.

No one was home.  We headed through the house and on to the pool house.  He
turned on the sauna and we got down to our under shorts and went in.  We
stood next to each other.  "Take off your underwear," Josh almost ordered.
I looked at him in surprise, but I did it as I secretly always wanted to
play around with him naked.  His dick was already rising as I looked and I
could feel mine coming to life and a heaviness overcoming it.

He spit on his hand and I did the same.  He tried polishing the knob and
then the underside.  "How does it feel?"  I asked.

"Pretty good, nothing special like he said."

I wet my hand really well by spitting several times.  I grasped my flexing
penis and surrounded it with my hand.  I decided the more coverage the
better.  "Try moving it back and forth," Josh croaked at me.

We both began moving our spit slicked hand up to the top and then back
down.  "It feels better if I speed up." I said in a shaky voice.

We continued this motion standing right in front of each other our eyes
staring at each other.  Suddenly I felt something good.  "Oooh," I said,
almost surprised.

"Yeah, this is the dope.  I feel it too," Josh said and then his eyes
seemed to flutter and close.  His knees buckled slightly and he began
almost breathing in rasps.

"You okay," I said worried.  But I could see that my pal had left the
world.  He was pumping his hips and sort of moaning.  Suddenly he let out a
squeaky sound and staggered over to the wall and put a hand on it to steady
himself.

"Whew, that was intense."

"What?  I'm not getting anything."

He came over and put his slim soft hand over mine.  He guided my hand.  I
began to feel it.  Pretty soon I was panting.  I noticed he was smiling at
me and I felt safe even though some strange things were happening.  He
pushed my hand away and began the rapid motion with his hand on my penis.
I leaned my head on his shoulder and let whatever happens happen and it
did.  Electric currents ran up and down my body.  "Oh geez Josh.  I
feel..."  I never finished, my penis began sort of leaping and I started
thrusting my hips and tried to get more of Josh's hand.  Then I think I
sort of passed out for a moment.

We put our arms around each other's waist and crab walked over to the
bench.  Josh looked at me, "What the hell happened?  I think we had an
organism."

"You mean orgasm.  Whatever it was, I'd think I'm hooked.  Should we try
again?"

Josh shook his head, "No way, I can't even get it stiff.  Give me a few
minutes.  Say how did it feel when I did you?"

"Fab.  I'll return the favor."

We managed to get private as often as we could.  It got to be more
interesting than peeing together, but we did that as well.  Josh came up
with a new idea; he'd piss on my bare feet in the shower.  It felt real
nice and warm and the smell was always different.  Some days his urine was
real pale and other days almost orange in color and had a strong smell.
Once he demanded that I piss on his penis.  It got real hard right away and
I played with it, gradually wanking him to a noisy orgasm.  The slippery
piss helped a lot and in that way we combined our two favorite sports.

About a year later Josh reported that he had gotten a blowjob.  "What's
that?"  I had some loopy idea that he got someone who blew on him.

"You know Andy, in history?"

"Yeah, he's the one with pimples, but he is really built.  What about him?"

"He looks to have sex with guys.  He told me that if I keep it a secret he
would blow me."

"So what is it?"

"He told me to follow him to the boy's room.  He propped the janitor's
broom against the door.  He told me to come closer.  He also said some
queer things about how I look and that he lo-o-oved me.  It was icky, but
then before I hardly realized it he pulled down my gym shorts and bent over
and took my penis in his mouth."

"Wow, that's amazing.  How did it feel?"

"Well his mouth was warm and wet and he sucked like my dick was a teat on a
cow.  I came real quick, it was so sexy.  But afterward I saw his pimply
face and was disgusted.  I told him never again."

"So all in all you'll never do that again, I guess."

"The fuck I won't.  I'll teach you how to do it and I'll do it to you.
When we do stuff, it's different.  It's....well....special.  You're my best
friend."

I almost felt teary, but then I felt Josh's hand rubbing the front of my
pants. "You want to piss together?"

He didn't answer, but he had a determined look on his face.  In one motion
he ripped open my 501's pulled out my stiffening organ and stuffed it half
hard into his mouth.  "Oh Josh, I dreamed about something like this.  It
feels so great, like we are really close friends now.  OOOOH, I'm real hard
and I think I'm already ready to spew, you better back off."  But he didn't
and I had no strength to warn him further.  I allowed myself, selfishly to
race into that ready to cum feeling.  He knew it and I think he wanted to
taste my stuff.  In a moment I had to grab onto his head to keep from
falling as my orgasm his me like a freight train.  I was howling in
pleasure and Josh just kept sucking.  It was the best feeling I ever had.
When it was finished and he stood up, I just couldn't help it.  I grabbed
him in an embrace.  "Thanks for that Josh."  Then I kissed him full on his
pink full lips.  At first he was surprised but then he kissed me back.  I
think we might have made out like that for a long time, but somehow the
seriousness of the step we had taken occurred to us.  We stepped back from
each other and stared at each other with questioning eyes, but neither of
us voiced what we were becoming aware of, that we were lovers.

The next day we got undressed in the sauna and I returned the favor.  Josh
said that I did it better than ol' Andy, but I think he was just being
nice.  I did try the hardest I could do to make my bud happy.  We didn't
kiss afterward, but Josh did take a step in my direction then stopped.


Josh and I were totally engrossed the next few months in our truck.  Josh's
father found an old 1960 Chevy Truck that he said was good engine wise but
needed some TLC on the body.  We hammered out the dents, used fill to hide
our hammer damage, replaced the windshield, got new tires and then painted
it.  We did it ourselves and it came out great.  Color? Bright orange.  We
called it the Sunkiss.

One day we drove out to a swimming hole about ten miles out of town.  We
had a great time swinging from the rope and generally acting like six years
olds instead of seventeen year olds.  The age brought us some body changes.
First off Josh developed a very deep voice.  For awhile I had trouble
knowing who was on the telephone..  He remained pretty hairless in his
body, except he had a great crop of underarm hair.  I loved his Josh smell
there, sort of spicy and funky.  He thought I was a perv for sniffing
there, but I told him "What's new?  We're both happy pervs."

I began to get more hairy.  My legs were pretty fuzzy and so was my ass.
It looked like a small development in the middle of my chest was
developing.  Josh liked to pet it and I loved it, especially when he found
my nipples were a turn on for me.  He said he could get me to do anything
if he stroked my nipples.  I think that was true.  A few pets on them and I
was breathing like a bellows.

About this same time we found a way to please each other at the same time.
I guess we aren't the first in history to discover 69, but we had it down
to a science.  We have known each other so long that we can tell when the
other guy is ready to deliver and we can speed up or slow down.  Josh also
discovered that I like my butt played with during the fun.

Anyway, coming back from the swim, still in our bathing suits, we stopped
for gas in a little rural station.  Josh got out and I stood with him at
the pump.  No one was there, but there was a sign that the pump was set for
five dollars.  It instructed us to put five dollars in the slot.  Honor
system, how quaint.  Josh inserted the nozzle and the gas flowed.  I
noticed that he was shifting from one leg to another, sure sign that 'old
Josh had to pee.

"Ben," take over here, I'll use the men's room."  He walked slightly bent,
but returned almost at once.  "It's closed fuck it."

I decided to have fun with him.  "Josh see the gas flowing into the tank?
Doesn't that make you think of pissing.  Oh, you want to piss so hard."

"Shut up Ben, I'm almost leaking.  You think I should just go around the
side and let it rip?"

"Not a good idea friend.  Cars are passing, you could get arrested for
public urination."  I reached my hand and touched his swollen dick.  Poor
baby wants to pee, doesn't he?"

"Stop that Ben, you're making it worse."

He was now jumping from leg to leg.  I moved closed to his ear.  I made a
whoshing sound, like pee hitting a bowl.  I rubbed hjis crotch.  "Let it on
baby, no one will see.  I know you can't hold out."

He was now moaning in discomfort.  Suddenly he groaned out, "You fucker,
I'm pissing myself."

I could see the squeezed look on his face and the spreading piss stain
spreading over his front.  Finally he stopped.

"Feel better?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I'm goin' swell up Sunkiss."

"That's okay, it's perfume to me."

That was the last day we had an intimate piss moment.  His parents decided
to move to another city as his father got a better job there.  Again the
mansion was empty and so was my heart.

End