Date: Fri, 28 Nov 2003 12:00:24 -0500
From: PawsWhiteBear@netscape.net
Subject: Desperate to Piss

This story is about what happened to me when I was about 10 years old at
school.  The events took place over several months shortly after I moved to
a new school and made new friends.  They are in almost every detail true
but names have been changed to protect individuals.  It concerns the
awakenings of a gay boy becoming aware of his sexuality and the interest he
had in other boys and other boys had in him.

There are more stories if anyone is interested.  Just email me.

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I was wearing my football kit and was on the sports field.  White shirt and
shorts, and the game was just coming to an end.  I was glad of this because
I really needed the toilet.  We ran towards the old wooden pavillion that
served as a changing room.  As I approached the entrance started to lift
the left leg of my shorts and pulled them up ready to go to the toilet as I
was starting to go and dribble in my pants.. I rushed into the back room
which served as the toilet.  There was a wall there with a section of the
wall painted black and a half circular trough at the bottom of it which
sloped down to a square grid in the corner.

I stood near the trough and started to pee like no tomorrow.  I really
needed to go.  The urine sprayed out against the wall making a round wet
patch and then running down the wall and into the trough.  I was so
absorbed with what I was doing and the relief that I was getting that I did
not notice another boy come in at first.

He obviously was as desperate as me as he was pulling the top of his shorts
down as he rushed for the trough.  He stood there and started to pee. I
cautiously looked over to where he was standing only about a metre away
from me.  A thin white stream sprayed on to the wall from the end of his
circumcised pee pee.  He held the with his thumb and forefinger and the
pink end poked out.  I guess it could not have measured more than about 3cm
and was quite thin like mine, although I was not circumcised.

I finished my wee, dropped the leg of my shorts, and turned to go.  I
noticed the expression of relief come across the boys face as the pressure
subsided and the flow reduced to a dribble and stopped.  He let go of his
willy and pulled his underpants and shorts back up.  We both got changed
out of our kits and back into our school uniforms before joining the others
outside for the walk back to school.

The boy's name turned out to be Frank and he was in the next class lower
than I was because he was a year younger than me.  We got to talking at
break times and at lunch in the yard and I found out that he lived only a
few streets away from me.  We agreed to meet one Saturday morning and play
together shortly after that.

Saturday dawned bright warm and sunny.  i rushed breakfast and went round
to his house. There were some woods near where we lived so we decided to
cycle there and explore them.  We had been cycling along dry bear tracks
that led through the woods when Frank stopped got off his bike and said he
had to go toilet.  I said I wanted to go too so I followed him to a bush
and stood as close as I dare next to him.

He pulled his shorts down like he had done last time, leaned forward at the
knees and started to wee.  The bright clear stream hit the leaves of the
bush and sprayed down and on to the grass below.  How I admired that thin
little jet.  I copied him pulling my blue sweat shorts and white briefs
down to my thighs and started to go wee in the bush.  My stream was a lot
broader than his, but glinted in the sunlight just like his.  We were both
watching each other when he said, 'You're different to me.'  He had
finished and stopped weeing as suddenly as he had started.  He turned to
face me side on.

I continued to wee and said. "yes but I think you look real cute down there
too."  I finished my wee and turned to face him with my weenie pointing out
over the top of my shorts.

"I think its bigger than mine." He said.  "Everybody is bigger than me."

"Its only because I am a year older than you.  Yours will grow.  Anyway I
like it the way it is.

"Do you really he said." breaking into a pleased smile.  "I like the look
of yours."

"Can I hold it?" I asked him finally summoning up the courage to ask.

"Sure." I said "If I can hold yours."

"No problem." Frank replied and walked towards me so that we were standing
only a few centemetres apart.  He reached across and took hold of my flacid
4cm long willy, that was not much thicker than a pencil.  He rolled the
skin back exposing the wet pink tip. Then he reached down to feel my ball
sack, just as I had put my hand round his willy.  I guess it was about the
same thickness, but looked to be shorter perhaps only 3cm. in length.  As I
reached down to his ball sack he gave a little gasp.  I felt them gently
and explored it with my fingers.  I could not feel his balls.  This kids
balls had not dropped yet.  He said it tickled but felt nice, and I said it
felt the same and not to stop.

After a few minutes he asked me why my balls had not dropped yet.  I told
him that when I was small I was on a climbing frame and fell on to a bar
with my legs apart.  I had to go to hospital and they had to take them out
because they were damaged.  I then asked him why his balls had not dropped
either.  He told me that last year he had been bullied by some kids where
he used to live.  They kneed him hard in the willy and they got him on the
ground.  They then all kicked him again in the willy and ran off.  When he
could get up he went home and was very sore and black and blue for a couple
of days afterwards.  He did not dare say anything in case the kids got him
again, but his dad noticed that when he walked it was very painful.  He
found out what happened, examined him and took him to the hospital.  the
doctor examined him and said he would have to remove his balls because they
were damaged and would cause a lot of problems if left.

"You see we are both the same.  Kind of."

"Yes.  I suppose so." He said, "But I don't like going to the toilet if
anyone can see me."

"I know what you mean. I try not to go in the toilet if there is someone
else in there.  Sometimes I have wet in my pants rather than go in if there
are other boys there to make fun of me."

"Yes its the same with me." Frank said. "Just before I left my last school
in the summer.  I went into the toilet and was grabbed by a gang of boys
they pulled my shorts down and measured me with a ruler.  I was the
smallest boy in the school and they all called me baby willy."

"That must of been really humiliating." I said sympathetically.

"Yes, but that wasn't the worst.  Later that year the same gang of boys
were getting kids as they went into the toilets, pulling their pants down
and wanking them off."

"Gross"

"Well I had to go into the toilets.  If I had waited any longer I would
have pissed myself and that would have made things worse.  When I went in
they said well well its baby willy.  One boy grabbed my arms and held them
behind my back and another boy pulled my shorts and undies down.  The third
boy put his thumb and finger round my willy and started to work it up and
down like this."  Frank showed me what they had done to him. "Well I went
all stiff and my willy grew about another centimetre.  He went faster and
faster, like this and then I begged him to stop.  I said I was going to
piss myself but he just continued going.  Well anyway I couldn't hold it
any longer and I peed a little. The boy stopped and they all made fun of
me.  Baby willy has peed himself.  They let me go after that and I went to
the toilet and got out as quick as I could.  Everybody in the school got to
find out about that."

"That was real mean." I said "I'm glad you left that school."

"Yes so was I, but after that all the boys in my class and the older boys
wanted to tickle me down there and make me go pee.  They even got me in
class.  I used to sit near the back and one of the boys would sit next to
me and when the teacher was not watching they would put their hands down
the front of my shorts and work me up and down.  It ticked so much that in
a few minutes I felt I had to go to the toilet and just squirted pee into
my pants.  They would leave me alone then"

"Didn't you tell anyone about it?" I asked.

"No.  I daren't.  If they had found out they would have killed me.  One boy
got bullied so much after he told he had to leave the school.  Nothing
happened to the bully."

"After a while I didn't mind any more.  I just let them do it to me and
tried to enjoy it."

"I can't shoot either." I said.  "I have never done that before.  Does it
feel nice?"

"Yes so long as you are gentle.  Especially just before you shoot."

Both boys pulled up their shorts and got back on to their bikes and
continued on into the wood.

"Can I ask you a favour."  I said to Frank.

"Sure, what is it."

"Will you do what the other boys did to you to me.  Show me how to do it?"

"You don't know?"

"No.  Please."

"Okay, because we are friend, but don't tell anyone."

"I won't promise, and hope to die."

"We will have to find somewhere quiet.  Where no one will see us."

"I know just the place." I said, "Follow me."

I led the way down the track and took the right hand fork which led uphill
towards a small clearing.  On one side of the clearing were some rocks that
caught the sun during the day.  "We can leave our bikes in the bushes at
the bottom and no one will see them there and climb up to the top of the
rocks.  If anyone comes we will have plenty of warning before they reach
us."  I led the way climbing up the easier sections of smooth rounder rock.
When I got to the top I said "nice view. Isn't it"

"Yes."  He agreed.  "You can see right round the woods."

I led him away from the edge into a warm sunny corner.  "Okay show me what
to do."

"Are you sure you want me to do this to you?"

"Yes sure."

"Well lie down and I will start."

I layed down on the smooth weather warm smooth rocks on my back and put my
hands behind my head as a sort of pillow.  Frank kneeled down beside me and
slowly pulled the zip of my grey school shorts down.  He undid the button
at the top and released the clasp.  I had never been undressed by a boy
before and was already getting excited.  I took my weight on my heels and
shoulders so it was easier for Frank to pull my shorts down.  He pulled
them right down to my ankles, but let them on. He looked at me admiringly
and at my tight white briefs.  I was a little embarrassed because the front
of them were yellow where I had wet when I was on my bike before, but had
dried in the hot air.  He did not seem to notice, or did not say anything
and started to pull them down also.  I helped him like I did before
clearing the ground slightly so he could pull them all the way down.

Frank took hold of my willy gently with his thumb and forefinger and
asked. "Are you sure you want me to do this?"

"Sure," I said, "Get on with it."  My willy was already starting to get
stiff.  He slowly worked the skin back revealing my pink head and then
pulled it back over the top.  He did this a few times slowly and sensed
that I was beginning to enjoy it.  He started working a bit faster and it
was beginning to feel nice and ticklish like he said it would.  "That feels
great." I said "Do it to me some more."  He speeded up and I started
getting a feint feeling like I wanted to go to the toilet.  He continued to
work me up and down and I was getting really excited.  He told me to relax
and just let it happen.  All of a sudden I got this really strong urge like
I was going to wet and could not hold it.  "I'm going to wet myself."  I
panted.

"Just relax and don't try to stop it." Frank replied.

A few strokes later I said " I can't stop it I have to go wee.  Ooooh I'm
doing it.  I'm weeing myself."  Frank continued to stroke me up and down
and I lost control completely.  I shot a strong jet of piss over Franks
hand and on to my chest as the sensation spread through my body and my
willy twitched.  Frank slowed and stopped.  "Oh that was really great.  I
have never felt anything like that before.  Sorry about getting you hand
wet, but I couldn't help it."

"That's okay I don't mind. I like the smell of wee anyway."

I rested for a few minutes getting my breath back.  Then I gathered up
courage and asked him.  "Can I do you now."

"Yes if you want to.  I don't mind."

We changed positions and I started by rubbing the front of his school
shorts with the palm of my hand.  I think this excited Frank and made him
go stiff, but I could not tell through the material of his shorts, so I
slowly pulled his zip down and undid the top of his shorts lie he had done
to me.  I pulled them down to his ankles.  He was wearing a tight pair of
spriderman briefs and I could just make out the shape of his erection
underneath them.  As I pulled them down his willy stood up erect all 3cm of
it with the pink end standing to attention.  I positioned the thumb and
first finger of my right hand round the shaft like he had done to me and
started to work it up and down.  Because he was circumcised the skin did
not stretch as much as mine, but he was clearly enjoying it as I was.  I
had never touched a boys willy like this before.  I speeded up and in a few
minutes he said it ticked so much now he was going to wet himself.  I kept
going.

"Its coming now.  I can't stop it.  I'm wetting myself."  No sooner had he
said that than his body gave a quiver and a long jet of wee sprayed up into
the air, over my hand and on to his chest.  He must have shot with at least
twice the force I had done, and as I slowed down and stopped another burst
of wee went over my hand and on to his stomach.  He was younger than me but
he had made a lot more than I had managed.  "That was the best time ever."
He said.  "You can really do someone great."

We both lay side by side in the warm sunshine and relaxed after all the
exertion.  The sun moved round and it was getting close to tea time.

"Will you wee on me." I asked Frank.  "Before we have to go?"

"Okay if you want me to.  How do you want me to do it?"

"Just climb on top of me and let go."

"You want me to do it now?"

"Yes of you can."

Frank struggled to climb on top of me with his shorts still round his
ankles and adjusted his position so that our willies were touching each
other.  "Ready?" He asked.

"As soon as you are." I replied.  I felt his muscles tense a little and
then a hot stream of wee hit my chest it ran round my willy and ballsack
and between my legs.  I felt my bottom go warm as the puddle spread round
my back before it stopped.  "That was fantastic."  "I have never had a
feeling like that since my little cousin wet himself when he was on may
lap."

"Do you want to do it to me?"  Frank asked.

"Would you let me?  Yes I mean if you don't mind."

We changed positions and I got comfortable on top of Frank.  My willy was
touching his and I just started to wee.  I felt the warmth spread round my
crutch and stomach like before and it was great.  I finished and said we
had better get home before it gets too late.  He agreed and we both pulled
up our undies and shorts over wet skin. And set off home.  It had been a
great first days friendship.

Simon