Date: Fri, 22 Jul 2011 18:40:27 -0400 (EDT)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: DRIVE IN PISSER

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It was the summer of 1984, I was just 18, and was working at my summer job
for a local drive-in theater as a custodian.  It was an awesome job, I
worked a split shift, starting in the morning at seven and I'd work about
four hours cleaning up all the trash in the lot, and then scrub out the
restrooms.  Then I was off until about eight at night when I'd come in and
keep the trash cans emptied and ice in the trough.  The cleaning of the lot
was easy; there were two of us, me, Jimmy 18, 5,10, drty blond hair and
blue eyes about 175 gay and Eric, 16 also 5,10 dark brown hair and brown
eyes about 145 straight, each with heavy duty blowers.  We'd start at the
top and blow all the crap down to the front, always keeping an eye open for
lost money, and the occasional personal item or drugs.  Anything we found
we'd split.  It had been this way since we started working together two
summers ago.  Eric and I had become fast friends and were always together
it seemed, either working or hanging out after wards.  We had two way
radios that we used to communicate with each other, announcing the finding
of money, pot and the all too often used condom.

I digress, we'd blow the trash to the front and then one of us would jump
on this big tractor we called the sucker that had a modified attachment
that was like a HUGE vacuum.  So as one of us drove the sucker along the
piles of trash we'd blown, the other would sweep the pile into the mouth of
the sucker.  After we'd finish this, it was usually getting hot, making it
worse was all the black top absorbing the sun and making it at least 15
degrees hot than normal.  So by this time, we were both usually stripped
down to just our boots and shorts.  We had both developed really nice tans
and our chests and backs were always shined with fresh sweat.

We'll our last chore was to scrub the bathrooms, which were even hotter
than outside.  The woman's room was always the worst.  They are fucking
pigs, feminine products tossed on the floor, garbage everywhere, and it
always smelled like rank pussy.  A smell that would make any gay 18 yo puke
his guts.  So Eric and I would don heavy duty rubber gloves and masks and
after sweeping the junk out we'd literally hose done the woman's room,
fucking nasty.  We'd then take a break and dump all the outside trash cans,
trying to cool off from the ovens the bathrooms were.  Lastly we tackle the
men's room.  This room was usually really clean, except for the occasional
puke on the floor.  This was my favorite room to clean!  They had three six
foot long trough urinals, where you'd walk up, whip it out and piss in full
view of everyone.  So after cleaning all this, Eric and I were off to spend
our day however we wanted.

At night, our main job was to keep the urinal troughs full of crushed ice,
to keep the smell down.  This was my favorite job, as it afforded me an
endless viewing of cocks.  Eric new I was gay and that I loved this job, so
he always let me be the one to "ice the pisser".

Ok, so this one hot night in July, I was heading into the men's room to ice
the pisser.  It was part way into the second show, and not many guys were
there.  I had a big rolling bin that I would scoop ice from in the trough.
I was midway filling the middle trough when these two young guys stagger
in, obviously having had too much beer.  I was standing at the middle of
the trough adjusting the water flow; when they came in and took up position
one on each side of me.  They were laughing and going on about one of their
girlfriend not putting out, and how he have to go home and jack off.  I
stepped away to get more ice when the guy who'd been on my right turned and
said; "hey dude, chuck some more ice in here, were going to have a pissing
contest."  I said nothing, nodding, and began to through huge scoops of ice
in front of both of them.  They laughed and waved their cock, spraying
their piss all over the fresh ice.  The guy who'd been on my left, finished
and said he was going to get some food and would meet his friend back at
the car.  The guy who had been on my right, the one whose girlfriend was
not putting out, stood there continuing to piss.  When he'd finished, he
turned, wobbling, and began to stagger to the door.  I called out to him to
wait, and he spun around fast almost falling down.  He shrugged his
shoulders at me in a silent attempt to ask me what I wanted.

"UM, you might want to put that away before you leave," I said, pointing to
his cock which was hanging out of the fly of his shorts.  A puzzled look on
his face he lowered his gaze to where I was pointing.  He busted out
laughing.

"Crap, thanks man that would have sucked if I'd walked out like this," his
hand grabbing his cock and shaking it.  He tried in vain to stuff his
hardening cock into his shorts, and when he did manage to get it in, he was
having trouble zipping up his fly.  Exasperated, he dropped his hands to
his side, the force of this action only served to make his semi hard cock
pop out the fly again.  "Fuck-n-a man, what the fuck am I going to do,"
looking up at me who was still standing there looking at him.  "I'm so
fucking drunk I can't even get my cock away."

"Sounds like a problem," I said, turning to throw more ice.  Out of the
corner of my eye I could see him moving closer to me his now almost fully
hard cock leading the way.

"Hey, ah, hey bud," he stammered in a hushed tone.  "Think you can help a
friend out here," gesturing with his hands to his crotch. "I could really
use some help with this."  His voice almost pleading with me.  I stood
there as he took two final steps to stand in front of me.

"Friend," I asked him, looking first at his face and then to his cock and
back to his face.  "I don't know you, how can call me friend?"

"Fuck," he snarled.  "OK, look.  I'm Joshua, my friends call me Josh.
What's your name?"  His voice sharp and curt, his hand extended waiting for
me to shake it.

"Jim, my friends call me Jimmy."  I took his hand and shook it.

"Ok, Jimmy, now we are friends, so now can you help me out?"  his voice
lower and more friendly, his hand going up to rest on my shoulder, a gentle
downward force being applied.

"Depends on what kind of help you're looking for," I stated giving him a
wink as I knelt before this really cute guy.

"Whatever you need to do to get that fucker back in my shorts, so I can get
outta here."  He said thrusting his hips forward slightly, his cock bobbing
in front of my face.

"Whatever?"  I asked.

"Yeah dude, whatever."  Again thrusting his cock just a bit more
forcefully.

"OK," I sighed, and I grasped his cock at the base, and opening my mouth,
began to suck his piss stinking cock into my mouth.  His knees buckled with
the sensation, and he nearly collapsed on the floor.  Realizing this would
be a problem, I released his cock from my mouth, to his moans for me to
continue.  I nodded to the stalls and said; "In there josh."  I led him to
the far stall, and turned him to face me.  He immediately began stabbing
his cock at my mouth.  "Hold on," I told him, as I unbuttoned his shorts
and slid them down.  I forced him to sit on the toilet, and then kneeling,
I went back to work on his swollen cock.  His hands were on my head guiding
me as I sucked.  His moans and groans were telling me I was doing a good
job.  His head was forward and his eyes were open watching as I sucked his
cock.

"Ever had a dude blow you before," I asked him as I stopped sucking to lick
his balls.  He shook his head no.

"Not even my chick will blow me dude, but fuck dude, this is the best."  He
guided my head back to his cock where I began sucking him again.  His hands
began exploring my head, neck and shoulders as I brought him closer to
cuming.  "Fuck yeah," he whispered, "suck my cock Jimmy, you're gonna make
me cum real soon."  His hands back on my head, forcing me to suck harder
and faster.  His balls drew up tight and I could feel his cock swelling.
He tried to move my head telling me; "shit dude I'm gonna cum, move."  I
kept sucking until his pleas to move changed to orders to suck harder.
"fuck yeah man, gonna nut in your mouth," and with that his cock erupted in
me, his sweet cum bathing my tongue and sliding down my throat.  For being
drunk, he sure came quick and in a huge volume.  As soon as he was done, he
stood.  I pulled his shorts up and buttoned the top button.  I gave his
cock one final suck, and then stuffed it back in his shorts and closed the
fly.  I stood and turned to open the door, but Josh, grabbed my shoulder.
"Uhn, thanks Jimmy, that was really good."

I nodded and said; "your welcome" and again turned to leave but he held me
facing him.  He was having trouble looking into my eyes, but managed to
finally make eye contact.  "um, what's showing next weekend?'  He asked.  I
told him what was playing and he frowned.  "Oh, I was kinda hoping you'd be
sowing the same thing as tonight," nodding to me in the stall.

"Oh," I said, realizing what he meant.  "Yeah that show happens Tuesday
through Sunday.  Well," I continued, "that show is shown whenever,
actually, 24/7."  And I smiled as his face lit up.

"Good to know, cuz I definitely want to see that show again.  Um is there a
number I can call for, um, show times?"  He said as we stepped from the
stall, relieved to see no one else in the bathroom.  I grabbed a paper
towel and jotted my name and number on it and handed it to him.  He took it
and the pen I had and jotted the same information handing it to me.  He
then walked out of the men's room, leaving me leaning up against the wall,
fully satisfied but wondering if he'd call me.  I went back to work and
when the troughs were full, I went to find Eric.

I ended up drinking a soda, and toking on a joint we'd found earlier,
inside the fenced off area where the dumpsters were, when Eric came walking
up.  This was a semi private area where no one but us went because of the
garbage stink, but that stink hide the smell of pot well.  We'd fashioned a
room with old cardboard and made a table and chairs with mike crates.

"Where the hell have you been hiding?"  Eric scolded me.  "I had to clean
up a huge puke mess in the woman's room by myself."

I laughed, "I was icing the pissers, sorry man."

"The fuck you were, asshole, I checked the men's room, only people in there
were a couple of guys getting queer in the stal.."  Eric paused; "Oh you
got to be kidding me, DUDE!  Was that you sucking some dudes cock in the
stall?"  Eric's voice dropping to a whisper, "Holy shit, do you have ANY
class?"  I leaned back and took a long toke on the joint, which Eric
quickly snatched from my mouth.

"Nope, I don't," I strained to say, sucking in more breath.  Eric gave me a
high five as he inhaled deeply, coughing and choking as he normally did the
first few times.

"So," he finally said as his coughing subsided.

"So, what?"  I asked exhaling.

"So what happened?  Come on tell me details."  Eric pried taking another
hit, and patting my chest motioning for me to talk.

"What do you want details for?  You straight bitch, you don't want to her
about me sucking a straight dudes dick."  I laughed grabbing at the joint
which I filed to snag.  Eric shrugged his shoulders, holding the joint in
his fingers over his crotch.

"I just want to her how you managed to score a straight dude in the
bathroom is all.  Probably some old geezer with a wrinkled dick, huh," He
chided me.

"Well, if you MUST know, he was maybe twenty, twenty one.  He was really
drunk, or so I thought.  I then went on and told Eric of my adventure.  He
listened intently, interjecting questions and comments like; You sucked him
right there in the open, and, Holy crap you ate his spunk?  I answered his
inquiries and finished showing him Josh's number.  Which Eric snatched from
me with his free hand.  I took the opportunity and grabbed for the joint,
still in his fingers resting on his crotch.  In my haste to grab it, I
inadvertently brushed my hand and fingers brushed his crotch, feeling his
swollen cock trapped in his shorts.  "Hm, seems like my straight bitch got
a little turned on listening to me talk about sucking cock."

"Fuck you, faggot," Eric slurred at me, reaching and twisting my nipples, a
little game we played.  "I did not bone."

I pulled away d=from his tittie twister and started laughing, pointing at
his crotch which was really tenting.  "looks like a boner to me, so either
you boned from me sucking a cock or you boned cuz I touched your little
cock."  We both started laughing and Eric grabbed me in a head lock giving
me a light nuggie.  This type of banter was normal for us.  Eric knew I was
gay and didn't care.  We'd even slept in the same bed, in the back of my
van, many times.  Our little game was interrupted by the manager calling
out from the concession stand's back door.  "Eric, Jimmy, Ice the men's
room!"  We continues to push and shove each other while we loaded the bin
and moved it into the men's room.

As we filled the troughs, Eric suddenly commented under his breath; "Guess
it got really 'HOT' in here after the last icing, huh?"  He laughed out
loud and slapped me in the ass with his scoop.  "Hey, can I ask you
something?"

"Sure bud," I said turning to look at him, figuring he was gonna ask
something about dick sucking.

"Well," he began, "have you?"  he stopped talking when a guy walked in and
up to the trough to piss.  "Never mind, it wasn't important," and he drug
the ice cart out of the room.  I followed and when I caught up to him, I
asked him what his question was.  After a brief pause, he lowered his head,
"Um, shit never mind, I forgot now."  He was lying, I could tell, but
decided to let it drop.  After work, Eric and I headed to one of our
favorite spots up on Uuncanunik Mountain, where all the TV stations had
their antennas.  I backed the van into a spot and we opened the back door
so we could see the wicked view of the city.  No one ever came up here so
we had privacy to smoke pot and drink while we unwound from the nights
work.

We were lying back on the bed in the van, propped up on pillows, passing a
huge doobie back and forth getting totally stoned.  We weren't saying much
up to that point, just enjoying good friendship, good smoke and a good
view.  I looked over at Eric and he glanced at me.  "OK bud, fess up.  What
did you want to ask me back at work in the bathroom?"

Eric thought for a minute; "forget it, it was stupid.  You'd think I was
gross or weird."

"No I wouldn't.  Come on man, I mean shit you found out I was doing a dude
in the restroom, you saying that's not weird.  Even gross?"  I laughed
giving him a push on the shoulder.

"I don't know why I thought of this, but, well when I was a kid taking a
bath, sometimes I'd piss on myself.  I don't know why I did it, I just did.
Would you ever let anyone piss on you?"

I lay there thinking for a second, "No worries, I use to do the same thing
in the bath."  The comment peaking his interest, he turned to look at me.

"Really?"

"Sure I bet a lot of kids do that.  Hell, I still do sometimes."  I paused
to see if there was a reaction, and I didn't wait long to see it.

"For reals, so cool."  Eric squealed

"Now as to letting anyone piss on me, no, not just anyone."

"OK, I see," Eric said.  "Wait," he sat right up and turned to face me.
After taking a long drag on the hooter, straining to suck in more air while
he talked; "What do you mean not just anyone?"

"Simple.  They'd have to be someone I knew.  Someone I trusted, you know?"
I took the hooter from him and took a slow drag, looking over at my friend.
Handing him the hooter back, I added; "Not that I'd just let them piss on
me, it'd be part of something else."

 Eric looked deep in thought, took another hit then continued.  "You mean
like sex?"

"Maybe, and maybe not.  It would really depend on the situation, I guess.
Where are you going with this?"  I asked him.

"I don't know, just wondering I guess.  I figured since you like taking
care of the pissers at work, you must like piss, is all"

I started laughing, which I think mad Eric mad.  "Wait, wait.  Ok I admit I
do kinda like to watch guys pissing.  It turns me on I guess, but, I also
just like to see the guys come in and whip their cocks out."

"Oh," was Eric's only answer.  We sat in silence for a few minutes, smoking
our doobie.

OK," I said breaking the quiet; "I'm gonna go out on a limb here."  Eric
didn't look at me.  "Do you want to piss on me buddy?"  My words falling on
empty space.

"No way dude, I aint queer ya know."  Eric blurted out finally.

"Never said you were."

"No way man, never.  Why would you let me?  Eric said turning to look into
my eyes.

"Yes."  Eric fell back on the bed, a large sigh escaping his lips.  "I
would because I know you, trust you, so I would be willing to let you do it
if you wanted too.  If you were willing to take our friendship to that
level, but, there would be a couple of conditions we'd have to agree upon
first."

"Like what," Eric asked.

"OK, like first no means no.  we have to agree to respect each other's
limits.  Second, It cannot hurt our friendship.  I mean it, if it was to
happen, you can't do it and then 5 minutes later fell all weird about it
and get all mad and hate me."  Eric was quiet, lying there thinking.  He
took another drag and passed the hooter to me.

"OK," was all he said to me.  "You hear me," he asked after about five
minutes.  "I said OK."

"I heard you."  I replied; "were you saying Ok that you understood, or OK
that you understood and want to do it?"

"Both, I guess." He said quietly.  "When?"

"If you have to pee, how about right now?  Stand up out there," I said
pointing to the ground right behind the van.  "Whip it out, and I'll kneel
there and let you piss on me."  Without saying another work Eric put the
hooter down and slid out of the van, and slid his shorts down to his
ankles.  I took the hint and got out to stand in front of him.  I took my
time checking him out, although I'd seen his cock many times before, both
hard and soft, this was different.  I removed my t shirt in as sexy a way
as I could.  I guess it worked because when I pulled it from my head and
tossed into the van, Eric was stroking his already hardening cock.  He
continued to stroke himself as I knelt about a foot from him, my own cock
straining in my shorts.  Without taking my eyes from his, I took my own
cock and balls out hooking them under the waist of my shorts.  Eric kept
stroking his cock which was now fully erect.  "You want to do the piss
thing, or you looking for a blow job?",

Eric shook his head, "huh?  Oh, um the piss thing I guess.  Well for now,
anyway."

"OK, cool, do it then."  Eric stood there a few more seconds before his
piss began to dribble from his erect cock, I began stroking myself as his
stream of piss gained in strength and volume.  He was aiming at my chest,
which was hot, but I wanted it in my face.  I tried to move so his stream
would hit my face but he kept aiming at my chest.  I finally reached up and
grabbing the hand that was holding his cock I aimed it at my face.  His
piss was hot and powerful, as I guided his hand directing his stream on my
head and face and then to my open mouth.

The grip he had on his cock loosened and he let his hand drop.  "Go ahead,
you can do it."

I continued to move his cock around spraying my face.  Eric raised his
hands to hold my head, I assumed for balance.  As his stream began to
lessen, I tipped my head back and moved closer to him, with his cock above
my mouth.

"Fuck, this is so hot," he moaned and his cock began to dribble the last
bit of piss.

"MMM," I moaned as I swallowed his hot piss.  "I know I love it, I want it
all."  Looking into his eyes I asked; "trust me?"  Eric nodded yes, so
without hesitation, I raised my mouth and slowly took his cock into my
mouth, closing my lips around his hard shaft.  Using his hand on my head,
Eric groaned and slid my head onto his cock, the final bit of piss going
down my throat.  I waited for him to release me, half thinking I should
prepare for attitude, but instead of releasing me he held my head on his
throbbing cock.  I took the chance and began to work my tongue around his
shaft.  "Yeah dude that's feels so good.  Don't stop."

"HUH?"  I moaned, his cock deep in my throat.

"Fuck it, feels way too good to stop now.  Would you consider giving me a
blow job?  I answered his question, by starting to suck on his cock up and
down.  "Is this how you sucked that dude earlier," he asked, watching his
cock fuck my mouth.

Slurping as I came off his cock, "no way Eric, you get the special
treatment," and I downed his cock in one swallow.  His knees weakened and
he sat back onto the door jamb of the van, thus allowing me better control
of my sucking.  I began to massage his nut sac, which soon had him moaning
that he was going to cum.  He asked if he could cum in my mouth.  I moaned
my approval and within seconds he was thrusting his cock in and out of my
mouth, his cum blasting the back of my throat.  Having my best friend's
cock shooting a hot load down my throat, his piss on my skin was too much
for and I shot a hug load of cum on his legs.

We separated, him telling me how awesome that all was. "I don't know why I
was so hung up on not wanting you to suck my cock.  It's weird, I thought
I'd feel all freaked out, you know gay, but I don't." As he talked, I
continued to suck and lick his cock clean.

"It's because you're not gay.  Just because a guy sucks your cock, doesn't
make you gay."

"Well I feel like a dumb ass now, cuz that felt fucking amazing bud.  Man
I'm glad it happened.  Now there are just a couple of problems."

"What," I asked, resting my arms on his thighs, his cock deflating against
my lips.

"Well first, what if I want you to blow me again, and again?"  He said
propped up looking at my face, his cock still resting on my chin.

"Easy, just ask.  First time is always hard to get to happen," I explained.
"You want it again, tell me."

"OK, that's easy enough. "

"Told you, what the other problem?  I asked, moving my tongue to tease his
cock.

"When I cum," he said, "I always have to piss right afterward."

"Now?"  I asked him.

"Now," he stated.

"That's easy too," I commented.  "Here," and I closed my mouth over his
cock.  I watched his face as he released his after cum piss into my thirsty
mouth.  He was right he did need to piss a lot after he came.  I tried my
best to not spill any, but some did leak out and ran down his sac.  After
he finished, I went down and licked the piss off his balls and then my cum
from his legs.  I went back up and did one final suck on his sweet cock.
As I sucked his soft cock, he ruffled my hair and laughed.

"You know, maybe I am gay."  I looked up at him as he watched me suck his
cock.  "Cuz, I really like your mouth on my dick.  If I had any choice in
the matter, I'd leave it there forever."

I released his cock, giving it one last little kiss on the underside, then
climbed back into the van, Eric following me. We lay down next to each
other, "Ya know, I think that could be arranged."

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Peace, Jimmy