Date: Sat, 25 Sep 2004 17:15:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Piss Guy

This story has nothing to do with water sports or Urine play in any way
shape or form. It does however depict sexually charged situations between
and adult male and underage males. If your mommy or your country says you
shouldn't be here, then you shouldn't be here. On the other hand, if you
have a problem obeying authority figures, you're gonna do what you're gonna
do and there's nothing I can do to stop you.  Hugs, Tag_m


I was employed by the juvenile justice system, one of only two people who
did what I did, the other one was a woman. We did urine testing on kids, me
the boys and she the girls. Most of the time the PO's, the probation
officers, ua'd their clients but in a system that was client top heavy and
which required frequent court, and other appearances, the PO's couldn't
always get to it, especially if it was a last minute request.  That's where
I came in.

I often met a kid at school, sometimes at his home, or even his work place,
the latter not putting me in the kid's or his boss' high esteem. Tough
shit.  Because the court ordered it, when I asked for a sample it either
got done of the kid got tossed into juvenile detention until he could go
before the judge and provide a reasonable excuse for why he refused the
test.  Needless to say, the judge tolerated no excuses.

So it was for that reason, the fact that all I did was monitor and collect
urine samples, that the kids called me "The Piss Guy."  It was an
affectionate term, just an easy moniker for when a kid forgot my name,
which was Trent, but boys who knew me often hailed me, calling out "Hey
piss guy." It sort of became a status symbol to have me collect their urine
sample. Weird how boys can be sometimes.

Because people who use substances are quite clever, all urine tests were
monitored. That meant that not only was I in the bathroom with the boy, he
was turned so that I could see his cock, or at least the head. It was
important that I saw the stream flow directly from the source. Believe me
when I tell you there are some very creative ways to try and fool a tester
or alter a test so that's why I have a job that makes me look at teenage
boy's cocks for a living. Talk about a boy lover's dream.

I can't say I've seen it all cause I don't know all that's out there in the
big old world but I've seen a lot.  Some boys are very shy, hiding their
cocks from my view as long as possible or letting their t-shirt fall over
their exposed cock, fingers grasping the shirttail and holding it in place
with thumb and finger holding their cock head in place. That is usually the
boys first experience with me, the shy little things. Over time most of
them became quite comfortable. While some are shy, others can be fairly
brazed about it, hauling their boyhood pride and joy out as though it were
a trophy fish. Some of them were definitely award winners, believe me. Some
pulled it through the fly if their jeans, other unbuttoned and unzipped and
slipped it through the hole in their boxers. Other let it fall out over the
waistband of their underwear, holding the elastic band down out of the way
so as not to cut off their stream while othesr dropped their jeans and
pulled up the leg of their boxers and exposed their cock that way. Still
others pulled their pants and underwear down below their balls, exposing
their entire genitalia to me, some of them making actual overtures to me.

I've seen more variations of cocks and balls than you can imagine, from
very small to quite large, the biggest being on a skinny white kid of
fourteen whose cock probably measured close to his age, looking very much
out of place on his small body. I've seen em cut and uncut, the latter ones
sometimes pulling their foreskin back to expose their head, other leaving
it in place and pissing through their foreskin hole. I've seen short cocks,
long cocks, fat and skinny cocks and while most of them were soft, more
than a few were hard and created a problem to get piss from. I've seen them
hang straight and I've seen curve like a boomerang. I've seen some that
were nothing special and some that were magnificent works of art, their
beauty and symmetry something to behold. I've had boys have a hell of a
time going, and others who could piss a gallon. I bet I've seen every color
of pubic hair on the planet and everything from the straggly first hairs of
puberty to nice neat little patches to wild and out of control bushes. I've
seen marble size balls and peach sized ones, some tight to the body in
wrinkled little bags and some that would hang way low, some as furry as a
German Shepard and other as smooth and soft looking as a new born baby's
butt.

I've seen the boyhood pride and joy of plain boys, handsome boys, cute as a
button boys, jocks and effeminate boys, hairy as a bear boys, and smooth as
silk boys. I've seen early bloomers and late bloomers and I've seen boys
who shaved all or parts of their genitals, some of them obviously taking as
much time and care down there as they did on other parts of their
hygiene. One boy volunteered that he did it to make his stuff look bigger,
as though that particular youth needed it. He was already well hung.  As I
said, I doubt I've seen it all but I also bet I've had the honor of viewing
thousands of cocks.

As I said, some boys were brazen, almost flaunting their sex and some of
them were clearly turned on by the whole affair of having an adult looking
at their young cocks. More than one boy gave up his pee while half hard, a
silvery tail of precum hanging from the tip of his cock, the pressure of
his urine not enough to completely dislodge the sticky substance. And some
boys made it clear that they were open to my closer exploration of their
young firm bodies in a place and time that offered more privacy. Some of
those boys I was quite interested in, others I wouldn't touch with a ten
foot pole and there were lots of reasons for both.

One of the boys I was interested in was Jayson and although I'd seen boys
more beautiful there was something about him that I found very appealing.
At fourteen and a half, the boy was already five nine. He wasn't skinny or
fat by any means but he was slender and his body seemed fairly firm and
sturdy under the t- shirts that he always wore. His face was baby smooth
without hair or any blemishes what so ever. His hair, a thick but short cut
medium brown, matched the thick brows and long eyelashes that accompanied
his large hazel eyes. He was quiet and reserved but when he smiled or
laughed it made his whole face brighten and made me all but fall in love
with the kid. I'd seen him around the courthouse as well as the school that
he attended while I was on my rounds seeing other boys or making court
appearances.  I'd hoped to be asked piss test him from the first time I saw
him but it ended up taking a few months before his PO called me in and
asked me to do the deed for her.

So it was that I showed up at his school on a balmy Wednesday afternoon. He
was called to the administration office and ushered into a spare office
that had it's own bathroom and where I was waiting for him. His eyes gave a
little bit of surprise at seeing me.

"Who are you?" he asked and before I could answer he added, "I know who you
are, you're the piss guy." I nodded my head and extended my hand,

"Trent, and you would be Jayson." He took my hand nodding his head at the
same time. "So, you know why I'm here then?" and he nodded his head
solemnly. "Can you do this now or do we have to wait awhile?" The cute
young teen seemed to give that some thought, as if checking his biological
systems, before answering.

"Yeah, I think I can do it now." I led him into the bathroom and closed the
door.

"Ok, so you know the drill Jayson," I said as I set the testing materials
on the small sink counter next to the john. He nodded his head as he lifted
the seat then unzipped his jeans. Like all first timers, and he was a first
timer with me, he tried to stand facing away from me.

"Come Jayson, turn and face me please," I said in a neutral voice to which
he responded right away. The next move was to get his cock out and keep it
covered so I couldn't see it so he held the end of his t-shirt while he
manipulated his underwear, assuming he was wearing some as some boys don't,
with his other hand. I handed him the cup and he attempted to get it up
underneath his shirt.

"No way Jayson. You know I need to see at least a little bit of flesh." I
used a sort of joking tone of voice so that he knew I was just doing my job
and not pitching him shit. He pulled the shirt up enough so that the pale
head of his cock showed and even that mostly was just the tip but it was
enough to satisfy the requirement. It looked like it might be rather large
and definitely lickable.

The boy finally managed to start peeing and got about an inch or so of
liquid into the bottle before squeezing it off and setting the bottle on
the counter while at the same time pulling his hips backward and drawing
his cock back inside to safety. Typical boy trick. Many of the them
wouldn't continue peeing even if they had a full bladder. Especially the
first time. After they got used to me they might or they might also not be
in a huge rush to put their cock back.  Regardless, I went about doing the
test while the Jayson zipped up.

The test was a pretty simple affair; plastic strip with a small strip of
paper exposed on one end which was dipped into the urine sample. Within two
minutes two red lines had to show up on the paper as the urine interacted
with the chemical in the paper. The lines were to check for a specific drug
and for adulterants, like if a kid dropped bleach, salt, or even toilet
water into the sample, or if he had taken some over the counter masking
agents. If either one of the lines didn't show up within 5 minutes, the
urine was sealed, put into a plastic bag, then taken to a lab for a full
court approved test which pretty much meant the kid was fucked.

The probation department and the court liked this method. The tests I used
were cheap, compared to a thirty plus dollar lab test. Mine could be
administered frequently which helped keep a kid honest, which in turn meant
less court appearances, which meant they paid for themselves in the long
run.

"So, this looks good Jayson," I told him as I poured the sample into the
toilet. I don't know how often Marilyn will want me to test you but I'm
sure it will be at least once a week, maybe twice. So, I guess we'll be
seeing more of each other." He nodded his head and left while I watched his
slender little ass with appreciation.

I did discuss it with her, Marilyn I mean, and she said that since some of
the reasons he was on probation were due to substance use then testing him
every five to six days would be preferable. She would contact the boy's
legal guardian, his grandmother, and let her know that I could show up at
their home at any time and request a urine test from Jayson although most
tests would be done away from the house. His grandmother promised complete
cooperation since she wanted to keep the boy out of jail.

I saw Jayson every five or six days over the next four weeks and the ritual
was pretty much the same although it took place in a couple of different
environment. During that period of time we got to know each other better
and the boy slowly exposed more of himself but still, the most I got from
him was his entire cock head. It was a nicely formed, circumcised head,
very smooth and big. It showed the promise of being attached to an equally
nice and large cock.

My first Saturday visit came along shortly after and I showed up on his
grandmothers doorstep about eleven in the morning, assuming that Jayson
would be up and about. I was wrong. His grandmother said he was still
asleep but pointed to his bedroom door and said to go ahead and go in and
wake him up as he should be up anyway because he had a lawn to mow.

I approached, and tapped lightly on the door but heard no response. After
the third light knock I opened the door slowly calling his name out
quietly. On one level I wanted to be professional but on my boy lover's
level I wanted to see him asleep. I wondered if he slept in pj's, underwear
or even better, naked. The thought of seeing the young god's naked body
gave my own cock a serious twitch as I pushed into the darkened room and
closed the door behind me.

As my eyes adjusted to the low light I looked around. His room was a
typical teenage boy's room with clothes tossed here and there amongst other
boy things. His twin bed was against one wall and the boy lay sprawled
across it, laying on his back. A sheet barely covered his lower torso and
the bulge under it indicated that he was into REM sleep or had to piss
horribly. Either way, the bulge was considerable. His breathing was slow
and deep, his naked chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I stepped
closer to the bed, glancing at the bulge then examining his chest and
abs. The boy was well developed, a six Pac evident as well as nicely
defined pecs, small brown areolas giving some change in coloring on his
lightly tanned body. One leg crept out from under the edge of the sheet
revealing a long, nicely muscled appendage that was covered with a
smattering of light colored soft looking hairs.

Jayson was a beauty and I would have liked nothing better than to pull the
sheet from him and ravage his firm teenaged body. But alas, I could not. If
anything happened between us it would have to be instigated by the boy and
not me. Of course that didn't prevent me from gently directing him though
bantering. That is if he gave me a chance. It all had to originate with the
kid.

I went to the foot of his bed, the intention being to shake his foot to
wake him. That was always the safest, both for me and him. It was difficult
to get hit accidentally and there weren't any grounds for misconduct or
sexual allegations.

"Hey, Jayson," I called out as I shook the exposed foot. He pulled it
upward in response and readjusted his body, turning slightly toward the
wall and pulling the sheet off to that side. He was wearing white cotton
jockey's and from my position they appeared to be straining to keep him
inside. His cock; thick hard and long, was outlined in the fabric,
stretching off to one side, the fat head sneaking up under the elastic
waistband and almost ready to peek out. Between his smooth thighs the
fabric was equally filled out by his balls, the young sperm makers quite
obviously a nice counter balance to the snake penis that they hung from.

My heart was beating rapidly, my own cock had gone solid in my pants and
needed rearranging. The kid was as fine a specimen of boyhood that I had
ever seen. His body was glorious and his physical endowment appeared equal
to the rest of his beauty. I had some choices here. Stay and watch to see
if anything else happened or just plain stare at the large cock resting a
few feet from my eyes. I could attempt to wake him as he was and risk
either his anger or embarrassment at being seen in such a vulnerable
state. I could also pull the sheet over him then wake him. If he woke up
while I was doing that he might be very suspicious of my motives and I
would have to do some fast talking. If I managed to get him covered then
wake him, depending on his mood at my being in his room while he slept, I
could explain that he was uncovered but that I'd covered him up to avoid
his possible embarrassment.  Of course he might bring the subject up too
since he'd be well aware of his physical state when he woke up. Who of us
isn't.

I elected for the safe route, snagged an edge of the sheet and pulled it
back over him, covering up the apparently magnificent cock, then going back
to the foot of the bed and trying again to wake him. After three more
shakes he finally came awake. He rubbed the sleep from his gorgeous eyes,
stretched big and long, saying,

"Hey piss guy." He called me Trent some times as well but like I said, it
was affectionate nick name.

"Soooo, I came later hoping that you would be up and since you aren't your
grandmother said to come in and wake you," I said by way of explaining my
presence in the privacy of his bedroom. He chuckled a little then said,

"Yeah, she's afraid she'll come in catch me naked or something. She used to
come in but I think once she must have come in and saw something that she
didn't want to see so now she just bangs on the door."  I nodded my head in
agreement.

"Well I can understand that. It makes me a little nervous too and I
wouldn't want to embarrass anybody, ya know?"

"Yeah well, it's just us guys, ya know. No big deal. So what if I had a
hard on or something. Its not like you haven't seen one. Probly do every
morning just like me," putting his hand under the sheet to rearrange
himself, or just plain feel himself and emphasis his statement.  I was a
little surprised that he broached the subject so quickly in our
relationship and so graphically.

"You're right there," I said, nodding my head thoughtfully. "I guess that's
the plight of most guys."

"Mmmm," he mumbled in agreement. "So, was I uncovered when you came in?" I
nodded my head.

"Yeah, you were. I thought it would be better if I covered you up before
waking you. I didn't want to embarrass you." He waved his hand as he swung
his legs out over the side of the bed and sat up, keeping the sheet
covering his waist.

"No worries. Like I said, aint no big deal." I asked him if he wanted me to
leave the room while he got a little more presentable.

"Naw, I got my own bathroom. Besides, you already saw me almost naked with
a hard cock so what the fuck does it matter." He was smiling as he said it
then stood up, letting the sheet drop to the bed. He stretched again, his
head thrown back with his eyes closed and I stole a quick glance as his
crotch. He didn't appear to be fully hard but perhaps semi. Either way the
front of the briefs were still filled out very nicely.

"Lets do it," he said as he headed for an open door and I followed him
gladly, watching the orbs of his butt sway as he walked. Like the rest of
him, Jayson's butt was well formed, the fabric of his underwear straining
across the bubbly flesh of his slim little ass, the darker line of his
crack clearly visible. God what a beauty.

He reached the toilet, turned to face me and without ceremony pulled the
front of his briefs down underneath his cock. I just about creamed my jeans
on the spot. Hanging there was at least eight inches of prime boy flesh
that was still slightly swollen from his morning hard on. Because he was
facing me, I could see the tip had a slight glistening to it from morning
precum and it was all I could do not to drop down and lick it off. I put
the cup in his outstretched hand and he held it so that the head of his
cock was just inside the lip. Because it was my job, I watched, noting the
thick, but contained patch of light black pubic hair, the wrinkled
beginning of his sac, noting quickly that the hair didn't seem to have
started that far down yet.

I saw his hand move so I looked up and we made eye contact and I thought I
saw a glimmer of acceptance, that he knew I was interested in him and he
was okay with that. Then too, it could have been wishful thinking on my
part.  He set the bottle on the counter and went about continuing to let
his thick stream gush into the toilet. I went about the testing, not in any
rush and Jayson finished before I did.

"I'm gonna take a shower," he said, stripping his underwear off and giving
me my first full view of him totally naked. Fuck oh dear the entire package
was something else. And he knew it. The balls hanging under that
magnificent cock were large, as I'd predicted. They hung rather low in a
smooth almost totally hairless bag and I could almost hear the sperm being
manufactured. His belly was totally flat, blending into his pubic bone and
patch of hair so nicely that is was almost impossible not to stare. He
stood there naked, idly scratching his pubic nest as I did the test and
once he saw that it was negative turned and started the water in the
shower.

"What are you doing now?" he asked and when I told him I didn't have
anything planned he asked if I could possibly give him a ride, that he had
to mow a lawn and was running late. When I told him I could, he smiled and
said I could go ahead and wait in his room if I wanted then turned and
stepped into the shower. I finished my job, tossed the stuff in the trash
and went back into Jayson's room to wait for him. The boy joined me less
than five minutes later, his hair spiky from the shower, and a towel
wrapped around his waist and low enough that the very edge of his pubic
hair showed. He looked around for a moment then tugged the towel off and
tossed it on the floor and went back to looking for something. His cock,
straightened from the warmth of the shower, hung mostly straight down and
swayed gently as he moved about.

"You see a pair of red shorts in this mess anywhere?' he asked as he moved
about the room. I didn't, but then I wasn't really looking for short cause
I was too busy admiring his totally hot young body. He finally found what
he was looking for and bent over less than three feet from me, his balls
handing like fruit between his legs. He sort of looked around and back at
me as he stepped into the shorts and said,

"Sorry."

"For what?" I asked, knowing what he meant.

"For practically sticking my ass in your face," he replied, standing up and
turning to face me as he tied the strings on the board shorts.

I waved a hand at him. "No worries. It's not the first boys ass that's been
bared in my face. besides you just showered so at least it's fresh and
clean."

He laughed at that saying "right on" then found a t-shirt and shoes and
once those were in place said, "let's go."

He gave me directions to the house he was going to and when I stopped to
let him out he turned, extended his hand and said, "Thanks Trent, I really
do appreciate the ride." I shook his had, said it was my pleasure and that
I'd see him during the week. He nodded his head, stopped as though he was
going to say something then said goodbye and left.

A couple of days later I had to piss one of my favorite kids, a thirteen
year old boy named Kyle. The boy was drop dead cute, but with ADHD, he
could be quite a handful. Kyle was a small boy, a late bloomer and lamented
the fact often when I saw him. He was one of the kids who pulled his pants
down to his knees and fully exposed himself when he peed, seeming
unselfconscious about it. This time when he was done and the bottle was set
on the counter he said,

"Hey look Trent, I'm finally getting pubes." He had sort of thrust his
pelvis out for inspection so I leaned in close and looked. Sure enough
there were a few straggly stands of brown hair.

"You sure are Kyle. That's pretty cool, I'm proud of you," I told him,
causing the boy to beam with pride.  "Looks like you might be getting a
little bigger there too," I added, nodding toward his cock. I swear the boy
seemed to stand a little straighter, beaming even more. Some kids,
especially the younger and smaller ones, were often willing to discuss
their endowments, or lack thereof, frequently asking lots of questions that
mostly centered on "when" or "how big" and I was always willing to engage
in such dialogue with them.  Many boys didn't have anyone they could talk
to about sensitive things like that and since they were showing their cocks
to me on a regular basis I guess the barriers that normally surround such
topic were shattered in their young minds. So, for boys like Kyle, his
sexual development was something to crow about and I was more than willing
to listen.

"You think I'll be making sperms pretty soon piss guy?" he asked me. They
switched between my names with ease.

"I'm surprised that you aren't already." I told him sincerely as I tossed
his negative test strip in the trash. The boy still hadn't put his cock
away but was looking down at it, fondling a little bit and so of course it
was responding in kind to his warm hand and careful ministrations.

"I try and I can get the really good feelings in my cock and my belly but
no white stuff yet." His cock had gotten about half hard so I took a
chance.

"Well, it looks to me like another practice session is coming up," I said,
looking directly at the rising little appendage. He looked into my eyes and
smiled then stroked his cock.

"Yeah, it does. Wanna watch piss guy?"

"Do you think that's very appropriate Kyle, for me to watch you jack off?"

"No, but I don't care, I think it'd be hot having you watch. I won't tell
anybody, honest." His cock was at full stand, rising away from his slender
little boys body and pulsing with each beat of his little heart. The boy
was truly beautiful and I relented.

"Okay as long as it's our secret okay?" he nodded his head then pulled his
pants up and said to follow him to his room. We were at his house and his
mother had left on an emergency which is the only reason we were alone. In
his room Kyle flopped down on his bed and jerked his pants and underwear to
his ankles telling me to sit on the bed next to him which I did. He went to
work immediately, stroking his rampant little cock with speed and purpose.
My own cock was rock hard in my pants as I watched the cute young thing
pull on his tight little balls as he beat his boy meat. It didn't take very
long before he was panting loudly and then his little body shook like crazy
as he experienced a dry orgasm. I loved watching boys cum, even little
ones, the feelings totally overwhelming their young, inexperienced bodies.

He finally relaxed on the bed, arms at his sides, his cock still twitching
in firmness. "That was way cool piss guy, having you watch me." He was
quiet a moment then said, "Maybe next time you can do it for me. That would
be really hot."

"What?" I said, just a little shocked. "I think that watching you do it is
about the extent of my involvement in your jack off escapades Kyle," I told
him. I stood up saying that I probably should get going. He pulled his
pants and underwear up pretty quick and stood up beside me. All of a sudden
he was in my arms and hugging me tightly, his head pressed into my chest.

"Thanks Trent. I really meant. You're really awesome dude." I hugged him
back, rubbing his back gently.  He finally stepped away and we walked to
the front door. I turned to say goodbye and that I would see him in a week
or so and he raised up on his toes and kissed me quickly on the lips then
turned and ran back toward his room, leaving me standing in the doorway
with a hard cock crammed inside my jeans and many questions rattling around
in my brain.

I saw Jayson again on Wednesday prior to a court appointment for a review
hearing. There was a private bathroom in the courthouse that we used and
this time the boy jerked his shorts and underwear down far enough that his
big nuts hung freely. His cock was so long that he held it from underneath
unlike most boys who would use a couple of fingers just behind the head to
keep their cock in place. I watched, admiring the sight before me, a
healthy young teenage boy in the throes of sexual development, and felt my
cock harden in my jeans. I don't know if Jayson saw that or not but when he
stopped to place the bottle on the counter and I looked up he had a strange
look in his eyes. He went to finish the job and as he finished said
quietly,

"You know. I think you like looking at my cock piss guy." Before I could
say anything in my defense he added, "but hey, it's pretty cool so no
worries." I tried to focus on the job of completing the test and, as usual,
it came out clean. We left the bathroom together and went down the hall to
the courtroom to wait for Jayson's turn before the judge which ended up
going well. Marilyn was pleases as well and suggested to me in front of the
boy that perhaps one urine test a week would suffice. I agreed and we
headed down to my car, where I would return the boy to school.

We rode mostly in silence, listening to the Snow Patrol cd I ad on and
making comment on the few interesting things we saw as we drove. As we got
close to the school Jayson asked if I could see him at home from now on.

"It's just more comfortable to me," he said by way of explanation. I told
him I understand that but realistically his comfort wasn't the concern of
the court and besides, knowing when I was going to show up pretty well shot
the term "Random" in the ass. He agreed but pointed out that if his PO
trusted him so could I.

The cute young thing looked me straight in the eye and said, "Can't you
trust me?" I agreed and said that I would see him this Saturday morning
because waiting would be ten days and that was too long. He asked if I
could do it Sunday around nine instead. I told him that he was pushing the
limit just a little bit as he opened the door and stepped out. Just before
closing the door he leaned in and said, "trust me." And walked off before I
could day anything, not that I would get out and argue, and maybe the boy
knew it. Maybe he knew he had me. I didn't know. But I would find out.

On Sunday I showed up at my requested time to find a folded note addressed
to me on the front door. I started to get hot under the collar, figuring
the kid had pulled one over on me and vowing to haul his cute slender ass
into court immediately. In fact, the kid had a letter on file which meant
that he could be detained for any probation violation. Detained meant I
called the police and they picked him up, where ever the hell he was at,
which probably meant at school on Monday. I peeled the note off to discover
that his grandmother had left it. She had gone to church and I was to go
ahead and go in and see Jayson.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, my belly did some quick anxiety
moves. I wondered if the kid had set this up to happen just this way. He'd
been pretty adamant about Sunday. If that were the case what would I find
when I entered his bedroom. I went into the house and down the hall,
stopping at Jayson's closed door. I knocked gently and of course, got no
response so went in, closing the door behind me. My eyes adjusted to the
light as I approached the bed and what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks.

Jayson was lying on his belly, hugged up to the pillow under his head, one
leg straight out and the other bend at the knee and pulled up. The
delicious young thing was naked, not a stitch on, the dark blue bed sheet
shoved between him and the wall and covering only his ankles and
feet. Standing toward the foot of the bed, I could easily see his fat
balls, resting in a puddle of loose scrotum skin on the bed between his
smooth thighs. The skin of his nut sac rose up and disappeared inside the
crack between the firm round globes of his butt and had he been spread any
further open I was sure that his tight little hole would have been
visible. I reached into my jeans to readjust own rock solid cock before
finally getting up the nerve to try and wake him.

I tugged at a foot once, then twice, the second time causing him to pull
the foot away then roll over onto his back. There it was, in all its'
glory, stretched out to it's full limit, the fat head almost resting on his
flat belly above the outtie belly button. Full on hard, his young cock had
to be close to nine inches long, the veins clearly visible along the thick
shaft and the equally thick tube creating a sort of hump along the length
of the exposed underside. His balls hung loose and heavy in their almost
totally hairless bag, their weight a counterbalance to the hefty length of
flesh they were attached to and keeping it slightly elevated above the firm
flat torso of the young teen. That he was beautiful in his entirety was
unquestionable. That I wanted to strip my clothes off and love him was
unthinkable. That I would be able to, unimaginable.

"Hey piss guy," his voice called out softly. I had moved so that I was
standing beside the bed looking down on him and had been concentrating so
heavily on his waist that I'd totally missed out on anything that might
have been going on above it and now I'd been caught staring openly at a
naked young boy in the full throes of sexual excitation, even though sexual
thoughts probably had not instigated the condition.

I jerked because I was startled and he commented, "People sometimes react
that way when they first see it," causing me to wonder just exactly what he
meant by that statement. He stretched out then relaxed back onto the bed, a
hand idly squeezing the thick appendage then resting on his chest. In no
way did he attempt to cover himself, allowing me to look all I wanted.  "I
guess it's gonna be impossible to piss through it huh?"

"Pretty much," I agreed.

"Maybe, if you take your clothes off and lay down with me, we can figure
out a way to make the thing go away so you can get what you want." When I
didn't move he went on. "Come on piss guy, I can see your hard cock from
here. I know you want to be with me and want you to. It's why I suggested
weekends, and Sunday especially cause I know gramma goes to church till
like noon. So, take your clothes off, lay with me."

My mind was a whirl. My cock was a throbbing. My heart was a pounding. This
delicious young boy with a cock sent from heaven was asking me, a die hard
boy lover, to take my clothes off and get into bed with him.

It was a difficult choice to make. I think I made the right one though.