Date: Wed, 31 Mar 2010 13:52:57 -0400 From: Old Clown Subject: Taste of Bully Urine "Wedge, you just peed on my khakis!" And Wedge had. We were playing in the woods behind my house and we both needed to take a pee. While we stood side by side under a hackberry tree, Wedge suddenly pivoted in my direction and soaked my right pant leg. When I screamed, Wedge just giggled his bully giggle and turned back to finish up splashing the rugged bark. Wedge was a bully, but he was my bully. We had buddied up on the playground at St. Aloysius and he hovered about me like one of those lunky ghosts that backed up Casper. I was quick-witted, a "teacher's pet," and had a gift for avoiding getting caught. He was slow, heavy-set, and needed to out-source some of his thinking. His father had been a college football star and boldly christened his first born with the nickname he had earned on the gridiron. Hence, Wedge was bloating into his father's dream of a line backer. But this was the end of it. I screamed at Wedge until the birds abandoned the branches above. I made it clear we weren't friends anymore and told him to go home. I stormed back to the house with the intent of telling my mama that Wedge had urinated on me, but when I crossed the threshold I just went up to my room to sulk. I stared down at the dark stain on my pant leg. I wouldn't take the trousers off even though they clung, cold and wet, to my shin. Then I pulled up my leg and started to sniff. Even cold, the boy piss aroma was stinging my nose. I licked the stiff fabric. I was, in my mind, doing an experiment. Comparing the taste of Wedge's pee to mine. Of course I knew how my pee tasted because I had been peeing on myself in the bathtub at night. I had discovered I could arc the stream into my mouth and liked not just drinking my own pee but also the secret dirtiness of bathing in a tub of water mixed with tee-tee. Now I was sucking on my pant leg trying to get as much taste of Wedge's pee into my mouth as I could. It was tart and salty and I wondered what it would be like to drink some while it was still warm. I started to plan. First I had to make up with Wedge; that was easy as his short term memory was faulty. Then I had to lure him back into the woods; another simple feat as we always gravitated there when we played outside. But how could I get him peeing in front of me again when I had thrown such a tantrum before? I rejected a scheme to try to convince him that I needed to pee on him to bring balance back into the universe. He wouldn't go for it, and after all, my goal was to taste his pee not make him taste mine. So I told him we were going into the woods to build a fort and we needed to take all of the Coca-Colas in my parent's house to live on, so we needed his scout knife with the bottle opener. We loaded about twelve cokes into a gunny sack and started for the woods, the bottles clinking against Wedge's back. Once we staked out the fort, we started guzzling the brown bladder swelling nectar. I told Wedge we not only needed to pack out the bottles, but we also had to re-fill them with our pee. He looked puzzled but agreed. I peed first and managed to get my piss slit on top of the six and a half ounce bottle and loaded it up and set it on a stump. Then Wedge needed to take a leak. Now Wedge was uncut; a strange choice for his devout catholic parents. I didn't really understand why the end of his dick was different but certainly was curious about it; and I used it as an excuse to help him fill up his bottle. I offered to kneel down and help him put his skin flap over the top of the coke bottle and hold it down while he released. I was pretty sure this wouldn't work, but that was all part of my plan. When he started peeing and the skin seal failed I screeched and put my mouth up to the green bottle's spout and started sipping the dribbling urine. It was warm and sweet. Wedge, both shocked and tickled by my lips on his foreskin started giggling, dropped the bottle, and sprayed my face. This time, instead of balking, I giggled too and slipped his soft dick into my mouth. I was too young to understand that I was starting in on a lifetime of worship in this posture, but I surely enjoyed his soft bully cock shooting piss into my mouth that summer afternoon.