Date: Mon, 2 Sep 2002 18:53:28 -0400 (EDT)
From: sillymudpuppy@yahoo.com
Subject: Two Muddogs (urination)

From the time I sat down in my biology class, I was scoping out the
guys. It was my first day at the college, and being that it was Kentucky
I expected that it would be filled with only the worst of the nerds. But
I had to have it, as it was required curriculum...

Let me introduce myself, my name is Broderick. I am six foot one, about
two hundred pounds. I have brown hair, and keep it shaved into a high
and tight. I have one of those square country boy faces. Kind of a block
head.  I work out a lot, because I play football every Sunday with "the
boys" and it has become a pride issue for me. I am not the biggest boy
in the world but I am as sturdy as a brick shit house.

For as long as I can remember I have been gay. I lost my virginity to a
girl, and the very next night to a guy. (But this of course is another
story). I was however not into your typical gay guys. I had always liked
guys who were straight. Obviously however if they messed around with me
they weren't. But what I mean is, I was into guys who enjoyed the
anonymity that a closeted life brings... These guys are generally your
ultra masculine guys, and that is what has always appealed to me.

Plus for me, its always been about the thrill of the hunt. Put yourself
in an environment where you don't think anyone is gay, and try to find
someone to have sex with... That is a real challenge. None of this
nickel and dime porn store shit for me... I wanna feel like I have
accomplished something when I finally get a piece. I feel like sex these
days has just become too damn easy. And for me easy sex is boring sex.

So I am thinking about all this shit, when "he" walks in... The only
stand out country boy in the room. Now obviously, since everybody in
there was from out of state, or out of my county. (Which when you live
life as a country boy, life generally doesn't exist outside of your
county line)

This boy was fucking amazing. He was about five foot, ten inches tall,
maybe one hundred sixty pounds... If he was that heavy. But he was solid
muscle. One of those stocky skinny boys. You could tell he was no
stranger to hauling hay.  Blondish brown hair, medium length, in that
"just rolled out of bed" hair style that is so common with country boys.
He had a scruffy face, and a goatee. This basically looked like on
Sunday when he shaved he shaved in a goatee. Unlike most city folk,
ninety nine percent of the country fellers only shave on Sunday before
church.

That afternoon I made sure I bumped into him out in the hall. I used
some lame comment about the class to get me in the door. From our
conversation I found out the guys name was Ryan. Ryan was 19, had a girl
friend, enjoyed hanging with friends, and was addicted to beer.

Instantly I knew what my key in, and I threw out the number one straight
boy come on line... "Hey we need to get together and drink a few one day
between classes." His eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning. "Sure
man, I get out of my next class at 11:30 lets do beer and pizza."

So started the ritual, every day me and Dean would take lunch. We talked
about life, girlfriends, sex, and in general anything that was the
subject of the day. Quickly we became fast friends. After about a month
or so, I got the invite... The one that would change our relationship as
friends forever.

It was a warm, sunny, spring morning. I had walked outside the school
building with some girls. They were going to smoke, and I was going to
get a dip. For those who don't understand what a dip is, its basically
finely cut chewing tobacco that you pack in your lip.  I was always
looking for Dean, we kinda had a little game going. The first person to
see the other person was to point, and hold a point until the other
person saw... Kind of an "I got you, your dead" scenario.

I caught him out of the corner of my eye... He was pointing, and I knew
I was done for... When he finally made it up to me, he threw a punch to
my shoulder "Boom baby I got you." I threw out a friendly hand shake
"What's up brother" that was our standard greeting. He had a strong
powerful handshake. In the country you always shook hands with your
friends. Kind of an original country tradition. If you liked someone you
shook their hand. Stems back to the yester year where shaking hands was
done to show that you were unarmed.

"Hey man, my brother is getting married this weekend... I am throwing
him a bachelor party at my house... Gonna be lots of beer,  you should
come" I about exploded right there, a straight boy, some beer, and an
over night stay. I knew I was gonna finally get what I was after.

I showed up at his house, right on time. He showed me around, I got to
see his horse, and rottweilers. Then we went into the house where I met
his brother, and his brothers friends. We got down to the drinking, and
running our mouths. We talked about cars, played some pool, played some
poker, and finally decided it was time to retire for the night.

I retired to Dean's bedroom, and shortly he joined me with a six pack of
beer. "We have to drink these fast man before they get warm" We drank
the beers, and half way through the first one Justin said "Man I gotta
piss, I have been drinking all night... Time to break the seal"
"Alright." was my reply.

He got up and moved into the bathroom, we had been talking about school.
So I got up to go to the door while he was pissing, and continue the
conversation. He told me how much he hated our biology teacher, and we
made jokes about him. The whole time I was watching him through the big
mirror.

This boy hauled out quite possibly the biggest soft cock I had ever
seen. It was about six inches flaccid, with enough foreskin that it had
a decent size hood. I was in shock and awe...

He didn't pull the skin back just started pissing. We continued to talk,
and he kinda looked around. Then it happened. We locked eyes, and I knew
that he knew I was watching his cock piss... He just kinda grinned and
then continued to talk about school.

We sat back down, and he downed his next beer. The topic changed to
hunting, and fishing. And he proclaimed he was tired, and was going to
change into his sleeping gear. I told him that was fine and we continued
to talk.

Then the ol' boy did something I thought was rather brave. He started
stripping right there while talking to me, almost as if it was an every
day occurrence. I continued to watch him strip out of his clothes, that
boy had a hairless perfect chest. "I ain't showering even though I
stink, so your just gonna have to deal with it man." I replied "Hey man
its your room..." and kind of chuckled.

He bent over completely naked, and started digging through is dresser
drawer. His ass was right in my face. I could see his hot little pink
pucker, covered with a small coating of fine blondish brown hair.

He pulled out a football jersey and said "I sleep nude most of the time
but I will wear my football jersey tonight" I shrugged and replied "Ok"
He put the jersey on, and I thought I was gonna die. His muscular frame
filled the jersey out perfectly. He came over to the bed sat down beside
me and cracked open another beer.

"So man, have you ever fucked a girl before?" I came close to passing
out. "Yeah, man, I have had sex with lots of girls, why?" I said with a
little bit of denial. "Well I saw you watching me piss..." there was a
short pause "you wanna suck my cock don't you?"

I didn't know what to say but I wanted to suck this boys cock something
awful. I was still in shock and couldn't reply. So Dean went a step
further he stood up and pulled up his jersey, moved in and the dome of
his foreskin was just inches from my face.

There were no signs that he was starting to get hard, and I couldn't
figure out if this was some sort of test he was trying to pull here.
"Come on man, suck it, I ain't gonna tell no body" I couldn't stand it,
the temptation was too much. I opened my mouth and took in his soft
cock.

The skin was so soft, and gamey tasting. I could actually taste the piss
and stale dick cheese the second it entered my mouth. Dean just groaned.
That is when it started to happen, his cock started to get hard. The boy
was a grower and a shower if you know what I mean.

It didn't take long, to nurse his cock to its full nine and a half inches.
It was as big around as a beer bottle. Large veins ran through it, I was
amazed the boy had a cock this huge. Even fully erect, the head was still
completely covered in foreskin.

I continued to suck his cock; "Ahh, man, stick your tongue in my foreskin"
I flicked my tongue under the foreskin on the top of his cock, and amazing
the hood just seemed to suck my tongue into it. "Swirl your tongue around
man..." I ran my tongue around the inside of his skin, and got a taste of
his stale man hood. "When I jerk off, I squirt and leave as much in my skin
as I can... I think it smells good, don't you" I could tell he was
referring to the abundance of head cheese he had stored up. I just shook my
head.

He grabbed the back of my head, with one hand, and his beer with the
other. Pulled my head deep on his dick, and took a huge drink. I was
choking on his cock. He held me there for a second as his cock started
to go soft... And with in a few seconds let loose a piss torrent that
damn near drowned me. I got the hang of it though with some
encouragement. "Swoller man, swoller that piss" Dean whispered. "Swoller
it and you won't choke." I started gulping the boys piss down wondering
how he knew if I swallowed I wouldn't choke.

"Fuck yeah man, I knew you were a cock sucker from day one" Dean told
me. I even scoped you out, I knew if I hung around you enough eventually
you would be on my cock. Dean reached down and started to undress me.
First he unbuttoned my pants... "Take 'em off" I did as I was told.

Like all country boys I go commando. So there were no draws on and my
hard cock was now exposed. I am a pretty decent size boy myself. About 7
inches but really thick. While I was standing bent over, and pulling my
pants off, I heard Dean spit. Then I felt his warm wet hand on the crack
of my ass.

I heard him crack another can of beer, and down the whole thing. I
continued to service his cock. Then I felt his hand back on my ass. He
inserted a finger, the whole thing very quickly into my ass I jumped
forward. He said "Yeah, you like that don't you, buddy" I just mumbled
and started sucking his cock with renewed force.

He continued to finger my hole, then pulled all the way out and jammed
two in... All the way... "Gotta get that fuck hole of yours ready, so I
can plow that ass.  You want that don't you, fuck boy?" I had never taken
a cock in the ass. Most of the straight boys I played with just wanted
sucked. I didn't know what I wanted but I knew I was not able to reject
him.

"Yeah Dean fuck me"  "Get on the bed and lay on your stomach" Dean said
in a soft but confident voice. I laid on the bed, and looked over my
shoulder. Dean was getting his cock coated in spit. He spread my legs
with his knees, and I felt the pressure of his cock head on my asshole.
I turned and said "Your gonna go slow right man, I have never done
this..."

Dean rolled his eyes... "If I wanted to be with a bitch I would have
called my girlfriend" And with that I felt the searing pain of his
entire cock, entering me at once... Then Dean collapsed down on top of
me... Holding me down... "Take it man... " I was biting into the pillow
trying not to scream out loud... "Take it man, and be quite or else my
brother will wake up then you will be in trouble" As my ass became
accustom to his mammoth cock, I could feel the organ jerking inside me.
Dean got up on his knees and grabbed his beer. He downed the rest of it
in a chug, and said "You used to that thing yet?" I just kinda shook my
head, and suddenly I felt what felt like a flood of lava being set loose
in my guts.

I realized Dean was pissing in me. My guts started to swell. Suddenly,
the piss stopped, and Dean started to piston my ass hole with his
mammoth stick. I could feel his piss running down my leg. His cock was
ripping my hole apart... I loved the way it felt. Dean picked me up into
the doggy style position and reached around to grab my rock hard cock.
As Dean would pull out of my ass he would pull out on my cock... Then
almost as if it were a handle use my cock in a downward jerking motion
to impale me on his rock hard tool.

He then stopped fucking me and started pissing almost instantly again.
Almost as if I was running low by the amount that was running down my
leg. As soon as enough pressure built back up in my ass he started pile
driving me again.

The bathroom light came on, I had forgotten that he shared the bathroom
by his brothers bedroom on the other side. And then Dean says "Hey, Kyle,
is that you?"

I heard his brothers half drunk booming voice "Yeah."

"Hey man get in here... " I tried to pull off of Dean but he just grabbed
me and pushed back on.

"Hey, man, I am naked, just trying to take a quick piss" his brother
replied.

"Yeah we're naked too, come in here I got something for you"

I saw his brother peak out, a huge grin on his face.  "Oh really?"

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