T he second day of high school I met Roger, who would become my closest friend. Our interests were so comparable that we could have been twins. We shared a love of camping and looking for gold, which we became pretty good at finding. We often drove into the Sierra Nevada foothills in pursuit of our shared passtime. We went all over, camping by the Yuba, American, Mokelumne. and the Calaveras rivers. By our junior year we were getting really good at finding gold. It's quite heavy, with a specific gravity of 19.6, so it naturally finds its way to the bottom of wherever its at, often at the bottom of rivers.

As Roger and I had become close friends, we camped out a lot in his VW bus. The conversation frequently got to declaring how horny we were, which soon led to jacking-off together. This eventually led to jacking each other off, which resulted in cum squirting all over. When Roger complained that that this was kind of messy, I suggested that we trade blow jobs and swallow the messiness. I had years of experience sucking cock, he had none. In truth, I'd wanted to blow Roger ever since I first saw his cock, but never felt comfortable suggesting it – until now. At first Roger declined, but after a few months of my persisting, he finally gave in. It was about time – I'd been practically begging him! I sucked him and swallowed the evidence, which Roger appreciated, both because of the satisfaction, but also the neatness. When it was his turn, he chickened out and went to sleep. The next night, he was horny again. I told him that he had to go first, He did and I sucked him right afterward. Trading blow jobs became a ritual in our camping trips for many years to come.

Once Roger and I packed his VW, he didn't want to stop until we got to our destination. He had a small bladder and frequently had to piss long before we arrived. A couple of times he actually pissed in his pants rather than just pull off the road to relieve himself.

We were 16 and he had an annoying neighbor kid named Doug that was about 12. We would come back from camping and show him the gold we had found. He often begged us to bring him along, but we wanted no part of it. Finally, Doug had his mom ask Roger's dad to include him on our next trip. We protested Doug coming along but apparently Rogers dad was kind of friendly with Doug's mom so both the adults were happy to get rid of their kids for the weekend so they could be together.

So the three of us set out on Friday afternoon. Traffic was bad it was clearly going to take much longer than usual to get there. With Roger's three-hour bladder, soon he began to complain about needing to piss. After about 20 minutes of whining, Doug spoke up and said, "Let me help."

"How?" Roger asked.

Doug explained, "When I went on long trips with my dad, he would often have me lean over and swallow his piss so we didn't have to stop. I can do that for you if you like."

Roger was ready to take any relief he could get and soon he was in Doug's mouth. It was a real turn on to look over and see this 12 year old kid with my friends dick in his mouth. When Rogers dick ran dry Doug sat up, looked at me and asked if I need to piss.

I didn't really have to go, but was sure I could squeeze some out, so soon Doug was swallowing my piss as well. The kid was great. He swallowed quickly and didn't spill a drop. When we got the camp set up Doug declared that our piss tasted better than his dads and his dads friends and wanted to be our urinal for the rest of the trip. He was. We also took him on many other camping trips, and also tagged along with us for other activities. He was always thirsty.

About 6 months later Roger and I went camping without Doug. Three hours into the trip, Roger needed to piss again. and was cursing the fact that his favorite urinal was not with us. He finally pleaded with me to take Doug's place. At first I really resisted – I loved to swallow cum, but wanted no part of piss. Recalling how much Doug seemed to love it, my curiosity got the better of me. I leaned over, got Rogers cock out and placed my little friend in my mouth. I held my thumb and finger on his cock so I could regulate the flow.

The flavor was strong and sour – very different from cum, but somehow appealing to me. Maybe it was because it came from a dick – but it was a lot better than I had thought it would be. Even though I had some control of the flow, I couldn't swallow quite fast enough and some of Roger's piss leaked out of my mouth – I resolve to learn to swallow every last drop. I had no idea that this would change my life, and soon I'd be swallowing as much of Roger's piss as I could get.

My only concern was aftereffects. After all, piss is a waste product, filled with stuff the body doesn't want in it. I wasn't sure if I'd get a belly ache but was pleasantly surprised that I had no ill effects at all. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be and I found myself wanting more. On the 4 hour return Rogers three hour bladder needed emptying again. He asked, and since I was warming up to it, with no side affects, I obliged.

After that I swallowed Roger's piss almost every day. With practice I was able to swallow as fast as he could piss, and it gave me a sense of pride to keep up with his flow. I offered my piss to Roger, but it didn't interest him. I kept trying and after a few years he agreed, and soon he became my urinal. It was kind of funny. He was drinking my piss – some of which used to be his piss – some of which used to be my piss – kind of the ultimate in recycling. What was especially nice was sucking him off after he finished pissing – cum tasted much more vivid after piss.

One of his favorite camping activities was sitting around the camp fire, mug in hand holding a 50/50 mix of my piss and his vodka. Good times we're had by all, a piss cocktail, we called a Russian sailor, followed by a cum chaser.

As I think back, it was lucky that Roger's dad had something going with Doug's mom, or we would never have discovered the joys of this kinky passtime!

Special thanks to my online friend Scott, for providing much of this story's content.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)