Date: Wed, 29 Apr 2020 07:03:23 -0400
From: Brad Gibbons <thepatternking@gmail.com>
Subject: "Floorpissing": Tyler and Everett - 1

"FLOORPISSING": Tyler and Everett -- Part 1
by BadBoyKal

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Everett had just turned elven. He was an only child, and both parents
worked, so they'd hired a babysitter ("nanny") to watch him for three or
four hours every afternoon. The lucky young guy was 18-year-old
Tyler--lanky, seemingly all arms and legs. He had a good attitude, he was
an Eagle Scout, and Everett's parents loved that they had found him such a
good role model. Both felt *completely* comfortable entrusting their child
to him each day. Best of all, Everett LOVED Tyler! He was always going on
about how Tyler was the best babysitter they'd ever had. Tyler always
talked to Everett like an equal, never talking down; Everett LOVED when his
nanny showed him things that older boys did.

This is a story of precisely one of those times.

The two friends (for this is how they tended to think of themselves,
despite the differences in age and authority) had driven to Seneca Park,
which was large and flat and open, space for EVERYONE who wanted to play
any kind of game whatsoever. Tyler and Everett were throwing a baseball,
Tyler offering pointers or encouragement every now and then. (Everett was
going to try out for Little League for the first time just a few weeks in
the future, and he knew he needed practice on the basics if he was going to
make the team.)

They entertained themselves in this fashion for some 45 minutes or so, at
which point Tyler noticed Everett's peppiness and general interest level
seemed to be waning. "Why don't we stop here," said the babysitter. "Let's
walk a lap around the track and talk, and see what all is going on."

"Can we at least get the soccer ball and that way we can dribble it around
as we go?"

"Sure thing, Everett. Just don't start complaining once it hits you that a
mile and a half is a really long way to dribble."

"Yeah, yeah," Everett gesticulated, rolling his eyes. "If I get tired we
just put it back in the car. Easy!"

"Alright, buddy. Fair enough."

The car was close by, and they set out on their walk/dribble
presently. They'd begun about in the middle of the enormous field, and once
they'd walked a full ¾ mile, they'd be at the same place on the far side
of it as they were on their current side then. If they had to go to the
bathroom, the tiny building which served for the who broad grassy field was
another tenth of a mile or two and then across the field (on the side they
were starting out from, that is.)

Somehow the conversation came and filled the long sauntering walk. They
spoke of school for Everett (and for Tyler, too); they swapped funny
stories that had happened with their extended family... Everett even
stopped dribbling and turned to Tyler to confess, blushing, that there was
a girl in his class he liked (and this was his first time liking someone
like that). Tyler shared his own two cents about relationships, especially
his present one of two years.

In this manner the walked passed rather quickly. Before they knew it they'd
arrived at the point opposite where their car was; at this point Tyler
spotted the restroom "cottage" and spoke up "Hey, kiddo, I gotta pee. What
about you? You gotta go, too?"

He hadn't been thinking about it, but, sure enough, Everett had a bit of
pressure on his bladder. "Yeah, sure"; and, they changed course, crossing
the field.

In the course of that crossing Tyler seemed uncharacteristically withdrawn,
terse... Everett wonder what was happening with him. But presently Tyler
spoke up to explain. "Everett, there's something I wanna show you that I
think you'll like... it's something lots of boys do once or twice in middle
school or high school. It's something we could do in the bathroom."

"Well, okay, Tyler. That's fine."

"Well, I didn't tell you the serious part yet. The thing about what I'm
hoping to show you is completely against the rules. If you got caught you
could get in real trouble at school, or, in theory, even get citation or a
charge from a police officer! I don't want to do it at all unless you're
sure you understand to be very careful, and never to talk about it except
with boys your own age... it should be fine with them."

Everett was very intrigued, mystified, even. What could this thing be?
Sure, Tyler bent and stretched the rules for Everett all the time, he was
cool like that--but he hadn't thought he would do something really serious.

"What is this thing?" Tyler asked. "If you think it's cool then I'll do it,
I trust you... If you say I'll like it then I prob'ly will. I mean, I like
most everything you show me. But this sounds really serious, Tyler! I don't
want to go to JAIL!"

Stopping short, Tyler exclaimed "Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah whoah! I musta
totally said the wrong words, I'm afraid. Don't worry, Everett--it's not
that big of a deal. It's not a *crime* or anything, just a little
mischief. Naughty fun. Seriously, forget I even mentioned the cops. It's a
risky thing to do, but that's what makes it so exciting.

"So, Everett... Are you in?"

"I guess so, but... Can you just tell me what it is?"

"It's called 'floorpissing.'" By this point the pair were less than twenty
yards from the bathroom building. It was seriously tiny for the size of the
park. Inside everything was on the right side of the room: Sink,
hand-dryer, one old steel urinal, a regular stall, and a handicapped
stall. But this place was NOT the nicest bathroom you'll find, and was a
far cry even from being the best *park* bathroom you'll find. The whole
floor was made of rough concrete; the walls of the room and also the stalls
were of cinderblocks; the doors were thick metal, painted over innumerable
times and at present having landed on a very dark green. There was a
sizeable wet spot--almost a puddle--in front of the urinal, and Tyler knew
from experiences like the one he was just about to share with his young
friend that there was usually a large puddle of water in one of the corners
of the handicapped stall, too. A drain in the center of the floor completed
the picture of skieviness and squallor. <There really couldn't be a better
location for Everett's first time than this,> thought Tyler, with pleasure.

The moment he crossed the threshhold into that room, Tyler BOUNDED down to
the stalls and bent over, checking for feet on the floor in each of
them. They got lucky that there were none.

Poor Everett couldn't understand Tyler's agitation and sense of hurry--but
finally Tyler was starting to explain the thing. "So, it's called
floorpiss, and it's just what it souds like. You piss on the floor, or the
walls, or the toilet paper--anywhere you like except absolutely NONE in the
toilet or the urinal. Got it?"

"What does 'piss' mean?" The babysitter had to laugh.

"'Piss' just means "pee." It's a cooler way to say it and I recommend you
say it every time around kids in your grade... It'll make you cooler. It's
considered a 'bad word' though. Kinda like 'shit.'"

"Okay--wait--are you telling me the thing is we're just gonna pee all over
the place except not in the toilet?"

"That's exactly what I'm telling you. Now, let's hurry up and get the deed
done. There's a bunch of people in the park today and literally any second
that door could fly open and leave us caught. It's a bummer the room's so
small.

"Now, here's what I was thinking: You do it in the handicapped stall and
I'll do it in the open part of the room near the back wall. The handicapped
stall has a puddle of water always in it in one corner, so if you wanna
ease your way into it you can just add to that same puddle. Sound good?"

Everett couldn't believe his babysitter was seriously encouraging him to
break every rule of bathroom conduct! This was *definitely* a side of him
Everett hadn't seen. He was a little stressed... a little
overwhelmed... yet, he had to admit, it somehow sounded kinda cool. "Look
at me, I'm too cool for toilets." "Look at how brave I am, flaunting every
normal term of decency." And who didn't like making a mess, in any event?

It was only because of his immense trust of Tyler that Everett had the
courage and the willingness to act on what he now saw was highly
time-sensitive. "Yeah, that sounds real good. Why wouldn't you take the
other stall, though?"

Well, first off, I'm old hat at floorpissing... I like the extra excitement
of being out in the open where I could get caught any minute! Secondly, to
stay near to you, in case you need anything or want to show me your work,
or anything. The teen clapped his hands together as though he were
praying. Okay, so, we're good? We really better get this show on the road,
big guy! We've been talking way to long.

With that, both strode to the rear of the room; Everett grabbed the handle
of the stall door and pulled; it SLAMMED back against the frame, startingly
the young guy. He checked out his surroundings: the stall was about six
feet square, and in the right corner immediately adjacent to the door was
the puddle his babysitter had promised. The toilet was set off to the
right, close to that wall and its T.P. dispenser--this left a good--oh,
four feet of open space to the left of the toilet. Yes, there was
definitely no shortage of places for his pee--piss, *piss*--to fall.

Easing into it like Tyler'd said was a good idea. 'Cause, frankly, he'd
gotten a little overwhelmed. He strode tentatively right up to the edge of
that puddle, and--trembling--undid belt and fly, finally fishing out his
little white boy-cock. He looked down at it, and at the puddle, and seemed
to be unconvinced. He tried to piss, then, but nothing came out. Meanwhile
he heard the bright sound of the splashing of his role model's "floorpiss."
He closed his eyes, willing the piss to start coming. After a moment, it
did! Everett's "clear and copious" urine splashed loudly in the puddle that
was a good three-eighths-inches deep, with that same bright sound as
Tyler's was making--apparently pissing into a puddle is always more musical
and echoey than pissing into a toilet bowl.

As Everett got his feet under him, he resolved to be a bit more daring and
see if this was really his kind of thing or not. Anxiety formed a knot in
his gut, but at last he moved his stream out of the puddle, to the left,
onto the dry part of the floor. Everett liked what he saw, what he was
doing! He admired the shape of ever splash, from all the points of the
floor he was covering. Suddenly he was having real fun-- getting totally
into this mischievous act. Naughty determination eclipsed anxiety as his
primary emotion (If it weren't for the fact that he had not yet hit
puberty, he would've known part of these feelings as horniness.) Finally,
something like slap-happiness came upon him then, and he decided he would
get as much of that stall as he freakin' could before he ran out--quickly
he darted to the wide-open left side of the stall, tracing loops and
zigzags on the concrete. That area being basically well hit, Everett spend
the last of his bladderfull on the rear wall of the stall, changing the
cinderblocks' color from light gray to slate. <Wow, that was somethin'!>,
he thought, filled with inexplicable joy and well-being. He *certainly*
hadn't expected all these feelings, but then again he'd had all of two
minutes or less to think about floorpissing before actually doing it. But,
somehow, he felt like he mattered more, like he was higher version of boy
compared to all of those who'd never done this. He felt he was actually
breathing easier, even.

These thoughts went by in seconds; immediately, then, he put his dick up,
zipped up, and buckled up, before hurriedly rushing to check on Tyler
outside the stall, who, if the sound was any indication, had not yet
finished *his* floorpiss.

Shyly he edged around the stall door and saw his 18-year-old babysitter
holding a man's cock. Everett quickly saw what he had done with his bladder
juice: the WHOLE back wall was coated, dripping; there was a very sizeable
(and not shallow, either) puddle he had pissind into the corner; he seemed
to have done waves up and down with his stream on the left wall. Then, it
appeared he had meandered, trying to cover as much space as possible but
not necessarily covering it 100%.

When Everett came out, Tyler was waddling backwards, swaying left and right
and moving his penis along with it. But, suddenly, Tyler did something hot
that Everett wasn't expecting: he turned a 180, exposing his pissing cock
right in clear view of the doorway!Finding that the amped up risk was fun
enough, he just pissed the rest of his bladder into one, again,
by-no-means-puny puddle ('bout level with the one urinal).

Everett had been really taken in with the thrill of Tyler's floorpiss, to
the point that he hadn't even thought yet about the pretty meaningful fact
that he had now seen his nanny's penis up close.  ¡What was more, unless
in his youth he didn't know what he was talking about, it sure seemed like
Tyler's penis had gotten hard!

Tyler interrupted what had apparently become a reverie; Tyler remained
planted right where he'd been, slowly stroking his 6.2-inch tool. It was
obvious that the kid was totally ga-ga now, seeing his role model make an
enormous mess in a respectable public facility--but, really, Tyler knew, it
was the cock. He prob'ly hadn't seen many--maybe he had seen none! (well,
hard, anyway!).

"Hey, Everett! Come over here." Tyler's voice was soft, but clearly
commanding; forth he came.

He stopped fully two feet away from the teenager and his man-meat; Tyler
had to add "closer." With that, Tyler dropped his own hand from his dick,
reached out with his right hand for his charge's right hand, and guided it
directly on the shaft of his teen penis. Tyler kept his hand on Everett's,
and brought it up, and down; up, and down... He didn't think it was quite
the right time to get off, though of course it was tempting; the truth was
they were still in a very exposed position, and Tyler had the problem of
"jail-bait" to worry about (much more serious a risk than being caught
having floorpissed, Tyler suddenly recalled!). Shit.

With a new urgency, Tyler lifted his young friend's hand OFF his cock and
let go of it. Then, squirming a little with the new anxiety he was glad
he'd remembered about before they'd gone any further, this lanky young man
shoved his boner as best he could into his boxer-briefs, and zipped and
buckled up: "Let's get out of here!" he called out--and with no further ado
they flitted out, mission very much accomplished (and what amazing luck,
too, that they weren't interrupted and caught.


"Oh, Everett! I didn't get to see your work!"

"My 'work'?"

"You know, the job you did in there. the results of your floorpiss! Man, I
am so sorry for that. I was tied up in my own stuff, and the risk..."

"It's okay," said the younger boy. I think I did it just right. I started
in the puddle that was already there, but then I got most of the stall
floor and also the back wall."

"Nice!" Tyler gives him a high-five.

"So, how did you like it."

"Gosh, it was amazing, I don't even think there are words for it... I
feel... so good, so empowered... strong, maybe... Tyler, I liked it a
lot. Thank you for showing it to me."

"Awesome, little bro. Glad you liked it. Now that we both agree, we can do
our best to try to get it done once every day--or every day we leave home,
anyway. It doesn't have to be a shitty bathroom--nice ones can be really
exciting. I'm thinking the mall, or a restaurant, or the airport, or Home
Depot... You can always do a floorpiss, 'cause the only thing you need is
already attached to you for good. Oh, school's a great place for it,
too. You can be sneaky and never get caught, but it's much more fun to
actually do it in front of other boys... they'll treat you like a fuckin'
hero, Everett."

Idly the pair walked further down the huge oval fielding, drifting and
talking. It was time, already--right *then* to bring up the jailbait
issue. And talk about sex stuff more broadly, too.

"Hey, Everett... something happened back there that I need to talk about
with you. It's nothing you did--it's really more like something *I*
did. It's really important, though.

"There are strict laws against adults doing sex stuff with children. The
law says even if the children are okay with it and want to be doing it,
it's still a crime--it's called 'statutory rape.' Then there's laws against
child molestation. I could literally go to jail for years for what I just
did with you, having you feel my cock. I just wasn't thinking. But in the
future, stuff like that can't go on in any public place, even if we've just
done a floorpiss and get hard. Got it?"

"Yes," was Everett's serious and earnest reply.

"Now, I don't want you to think just because they have those laws that
we're never gonna mess around. (Do you understand 'mess around'? No? It's,
like, playing with our penises... doing sex stuff.) My PERSONAL opinion is
that you are old enough to express yourself whether you want to do things
like that or not. What do you think about the idea of 'messin' around,'
Everett?"

The youngster was suddenly embarassed and almost seemed to have lost his
voice. "Well, I, I mean, I don't know... I mean... *TYLER I WANT TO TOUCH
YOUR WEINER AGAIN!" What a blurt.

Tyler laughed. "Well, okay, kiddo! That is what I like to hear. I thought
you would want that. Don't worry, it'll happen. In fact, we've got two more
hours until your parents come home... maybe we can pick up where we left
of... hehehe." He grinned wolfishly, carnivorously.

"Oh, but, right--I forgot to finish talking about the *how* of messing
around, not the whether. So, the "how" is this: strictly at home, or at my
place, or other safe non-public places. I'm talking draw the curtains,
clean up all evidence afterward (whatever that may mean). And here,
Everett, this is the most important part--and it might be a big ask, but
it's just absolutely *CRUCIAL*: Whatever sex stuff we ever do together,
don't tell ANYONE. Not Jeremy [Everett's best friend], not any kid at
school, not your family, not your doctor, not other people you mess around
with: NO ONE. (I guess the only exception would be if you confessed it to a
priest--'cause they're sworn to secrecy... hehehe.) You got it, Everett?
You gotta be 100% sure on this."

"Everett remained quiet for a long moment. "It will be hard to not tell
Jeremy. Anything sex-wise I do I wanna be able to share with him. Everybody
else--yeah, that's fine. I prob'ly wouldn't wanna be telling people,
anyhow. I understand what you're saying. I would never want you to be
locked up!"

"Of course not, buddy. So, just Jeremy, you think... *Maybe* that would
work. Has he kept secrets for you before?"

"Uh-huh"

"And did he ever tell other people those things?"

"No, Tyler! Tyler, I trust Jeremy with my life. His is my brother. What I
think I'll do is explain to him about the laws and be sure he understands
what that means."

Tyler had come to a new idea that might solve this: "Everett, I know what I
wanna do. I want you to have Jeremy over directly after school one day this
week. And *I* wanna talk to him, and see if he really is the kind who will
always keep his mouth shut. I'll only tell him the vaguest things, like
that we did something that I could really get in trouble for, and I'll
explain the laws and how important it is. But, meanwhile, until we do that,
not a word! Okay? Don't go rushing to Jeremy telling him you touched my
cock. Wait. Okay?"

Everett replied with a certain level of exasperation "YES, TYLER!"

They'd reached the bottom end of the long oval field and turned around,
doubling back on the path that led right past the bathrooms. (It was the
quickest way back to Tyler's car.) Both boys got quite a kick out of
watching the traffic around the bathrooms. First a black man about sixty
went in... then, a high-school cross country team came by, and stopped for
a water break--and three of the boys went in to use the bathroom. Both
boys, despite the vast differences in their ages and experiences, felt
giddy inside as they daydreamed of the restroom-goers being angry and
shocked, or, the high schoolers being maybe more respecting it, even
thinking it's cool. But, on they walked.

At last the two were simply silent for a while, each in his own thoughts.

"Hey, Everett," Tyler called. "As long as you don't tell anyone, including
Jeremy...We can still go home and explore a little bit more of our, uh,
body parts."

Everett giggled. "I know I can think of at least one part of your body that
I'd really like to get to know better."

"Lemme guess: it's my cock?"

"Well, OBVIOUSLY," the cute preteen patronized

"...That can definitely be arranged," responded the young adult, as he
unlocked the car for the ride home.

TO BE CONTINUED