Date: Fri, 23 Sep 2005 23:54:24 -0400 From: Steve Griffin Subject: Gay Urination - Stealing His Boyfriend This is only fiction. Don't take this as something that works in real life. If you are not over 18 or whatever consensual age is in your state then you should not read this story. If you don't want to see gay men pissing all over each other, this is not your story. If this IS your kind of story, please e-mail me at knack6@hotmail.com Jim and Beau had been friends for a few years. They met in a gay bar and became fuck buddies for a while. Actually, Jim had popped Beau's pink cherry - Beau hadn't even tried to touch another man until he was in his late 20's. Beau looked like a conservative political candidate - all polished and Aryan with broad shoulders and blue eyes that could melt steel. He wore Dockers and cardigans. Jim, on the other hand, had piercings all over his body, lots of tattoos, had a buzzcut, and loved to show off his body in see-through shirts and leather pants. Or in the right club, assless pants. Jim took a liking to Beau pretty quickly, especially when he saw the huge bulge in Beau's slacks. They went back to Beau's place that night and Jim gave him his first rim job and coaxed him into spreading his legs and giving Jim his sweet, sweet hole. Beau was so prim and proper he didn't even curse when he had a fat 7 inch cock shoved up his virgin man-cunt. He just gasped and groaned and sighed and gritted his teeth. So the next time they fucked, Jim wore his Prince Albert and pounded the sweet spot so hard Beau practically turned into that bitch from the demonic possession movies. All Beau really wanted was to get married, have a little dog and cute kiddies and an ideal husband. Blah blah. He even ironed his undershirts. As much as Jim wanted to keep tapping that plump, firm ass, Beau stopped as soon as he found a boyfriend. He had to be "monogamous". The only thing Jim associated with that word was what he forged on doctors' notes so he could get out of PE in high school. Beau's "life partner" was Kevin. They were like salt and pepper. Kevin was a self-described "black buck" with broad shoulders, an ass to eat breakfast off of, and a huge freaking cock. He had been in line to be a college football star until they caught him fucking his coach in the locker room. He'd tried to "go straight" and then got into some very kinky shit that he didn't like to talk about. Now he went to Church O'Gay with Beau and they took trips to bed and breakfasts and were the ideal couple. They bored Him to tears. One night Jim was staying over at there place and snuck out of the guest room to listen to them fuck. They had their door partially open, so he got to do a lot more than listen. Jim watched Kevin's big python slide in and out of Beau, with Beau squirming and sighing and looking a little bored. How could you look bored with that fucktool inside you? But Kevin also looked bored. He was holding back. They were practically asleep. So afraid of any kind of excitement. The next day, Jim had a piss hard-on and as he tried to shake it off, he noticed Kevin (wearing only boxer briefs and man was he bursting out of them) not-so-subtly ogling him through the open bathroom door. Jim could see all that repression and longing in Kevin's beautiful brown eyes. He had an idea. "Hey, Kev, can ya come in here a second?" Confused, Kevin did as he was asked and wandered into the bathroom. He saw Jim's thick, throbbing dick, with a naked man tattooed on the turgid shaft, as Jim emptied his bladder. "What is it, Jim?" Jim just leered at Kevin, moved to the left, and sprayed a strong torrent of piss onto the well-packed front of Kevin's boxer briefs. "YOU ASSHOLE!!" Jim smirked. For all the anger in Kevin's voice, his eyes were full of longing and desire. Kevin remembered what he once was, and what he wanted to be again. "You like my piss, Kevin? You wanna be my piss slut?" Kevin turned to leave but before he could get out the door, Jim dropped to his knees, tore down Kevin's boxer briefs, and deep-throated the 9-inch anaconda. Kevin was startled by the sudden move. He loved Beau and never wanted to cheat on him. But Jim's mouth was so good and his tongue piercing only heightened the sensations. Soon Kevin shot an enormous load into Jim's mouth. All the fear and anxiety and self-hatred he'd been carrying around, all the years he had been holding back on his true pig nature, they all came flooding out of his huge horse cock. When Jim pulled his mouth from Jim's aching boner, Kevin began slapping Jim's cheeks with his dong. "Piss on me. Spray your stream on me. I'm a whore. I deserve it." Kevin hesitated. This was just too much. Jim thumped Kevin's dick with his forefinger and thumb, and squeezed the base. He ran his stubbly cheek up and down Kevin's heavy shaft. He was daring Kevin to douse him. Even though Kevin felt he was going too far, he couldn't stop his dick from responding. Tears filled his eyes as a slow trickle of clear liquid began emptying from his piss slit. "OH YEAH..." Jim growled. He sat back, letting the stream coat his hair-dusted pecs and tight six-pack. The stream became a flood as more and more of Kevin's urine spilled onto Jim's body. Finally Kevin aimed his dick at Jim's thin lips and his shiny tongue piercing. Jim opened wide to let the slightly pungent waters hit the back of his throat. His whole mouth filled with the urine, dribbling down his cheeks before he finally swalowed. When they were done, Jim stood up and let Kevin stroke him off. Tenderly, Jim pulled Kevin's head in for a kiss, a sharing of affection and bodily fluids that quickly became rough and violent. Kevin pulled away, his eyes still flooded with tears. He was guilt-ridden and ashamed. He cheated on his life partner. Jim just smiled that wicked smile and extended his tongue to lick a droplet of sweat on Kevin's forehead. Kevin had nothing to worry about, because Jim was going to do his best to convert Beau to piss piggery. He was going to start very soon.