Date: Thu, 10 Apr 2003 23:54:52 +0100 (BST) From: Jon Himus Subject: Team Piss Initiation - urination When I write this stuff I work from pics I've found. If you wanna see the pics, pass on a comment etc. Please e-mail to: jhimuswrite@yahoo.co.uk (if it's the pics you want please mention story title so I know what you're after) TEAM PISS INITIATION. By JonH The cab was coming to take me to the airport in two hours so after I got out of the shower and dried myself I pulled on a pair of undies and went and sat on the chair just inside the back door to the apartment. After a week I was tired of running the whole incident through my head but it was hard not too. Leaving was the best thing to do. Luckily I haven't been here long enough to settle in and taking my third year of college back home instead of out here isn't that big a deal. I'll be able to talk it away anyhow. And the gay bits not a big deal. New town, new honesty about myself - the plan was a good one, pity I had to fuck it up after only three weeks. And all the bullshit about rising above the stares - well she really didn't have a fucking clue what it was like. I guess giving the details would of made it easier for her but saying in words what I did. And Lucas Schneider the prick!! Making out like he's just one of the boys but I felt it pushing in my back and then afterwards! Leaving the club and talking like nothin' happened. I took another swig of my beer, pulled down the front of my briefs and let my soft dick roll out and hang. Man, the things that've been done to satisfy dick. A fantasies something you've not done but would secretly love to do so I can't figure how this situation works. I didn't even know it was a fantasy until now! Not even touching my soft dick I let it piss - the stream crackles on the concrete.... For the time of the year it was really mild weather every Sunday we played football. The ground was still wet but aside from an area in the centre and down by the goals the mud had pretty much dried. It was chopped up badly in places seeing as the under 8's play their game at ten thirty so by the time us open age players take to the field for the last game of the day at three it's had about a hundred pairs of boots dig it up. For the first half I was kept on the bench not so much because of lack of ability it's more to do with the number of guys that wanna get a game. The whole comps not that competitive, winning counts but it's more about having a go. I did three excellent passes and although I didn't kick the goal I was slapped on the back alot because the fact is I got the ball over to us. The stream of piss slowed, forcing out the last couple of squirts I brush the fine droplets from the hair on my leg. The club house was huge, it was right in the centre of four fields for football, rugby and hockey so it had to service alot of people through a regular winter Sunday. It'd been built by the council years ago and because of fighting within clubs, codes, age groups and divisions no one really took much responsibility for the upkeep. The ground floor was used for presentation nights and had a crap little bar and offices for games officials. I never even went into that part. The only part I saw was the showers which was this huge concrete bunker looking thing under the main club rooms. You had to go down mud coated stairs to get in and the whole place was badly lit - the lights flickered, buzzed and long ago died. It was a mass of steam, water, concrete with slimy black non-slip mats all over the place that seemed more slippery than the concrete underneath. I never mind the occasional fantasy about change rooms but these ones didn't quite cut it. It was purely functional, most players didn't even bother to use them and when you went down there you showered and just wanted to get out of the place. The smell of real old stale sweat, disinfectant, farts, urinal blocks and soap kinda swirled around in the constant billows of steam. By the time the open agers had to shower the ceiling dripped constantly from condensation and the soap if you could find a bar was sodden and small. I say all this sitting here in the back yard now but I've gotta admit when I bob my dick up and down a little it seems to hang that little bit higher each time. To give an idea of the state of play in this comp on both days I played someone had got lagers from the clubhouse and they were being passed around on the bench. The youngest open ager would've been 20 I guess so anyone that cared tended to just turn a blind eye. Playing slightly drunk would've been unheard of back home but here it seemed that's what ensured a full bench every Sunday. When we finally clattered down the steps into the showers I was feeling light headed and I wasn't the only one. As soon as you go through the door the wall of steam and sound hits you - slamming lockers, yelling and water falling - you tend to just block it out and head for the showers. The other benefit of being open age is that you get to use the better part of the showers at the far end of the rooms - better in that there's a few cubicles, trouble is being a new player I did have to use the open area but it was still better than other parts because although badly lit you got abit of privacy - the younger guys had nothing but open areas and they were close to the doors and most days cold wind blew in from outside. I was still getting pats on the back about my pass of the ball as I was getting undressed. Grabbing for my towel I wrapped it around my waist, found some soap in the now empty showers used by the younger players and headed towards our area up the back. I didn't count how many guys were in the showers, it was all just steam and naked bodies but out of our team there was the captain Lucas Schneider, a Greek guy called Dimitri I think, Joe Ramillo, Len Figgins and about four others I didn't know, not that I could see more than arses, backs and steam. I was standing between Lucas and Dimitri and Joe was having this yelling conversation with some guy in one of the cubicles. I can't even remember what the hell it was about but he's abit of a laugh Joe. We'd all got wet but mainly we stood there talking I was feeling pretty drunk and Dimitri kept sliding around so I know he was the same. We'd all carried our beers into the showers and the biggest worry was getting soap in them. That's when it started. Lucas suddenly lets fly a stream of piss and it goes right past me and gets Dimitri on the leg. "Slash me baby" Dimitri yells out in the lame arse imitation of a fag then he lets go stream that he aims right at Lucas. I'm kinda stunned by this but it's not sexual they're just mucking about. Dimitri starts up pretending he cant control his dick like it's an out of control fire house starts waiving it around, I got a jet across my back but the guys even holding his dick straight up and not caring that he's pissing on his hand. A couple of other guys stick their heads around the corner of the cubicles and look on with stupid great grins on their faces. The I hear someone yell 'the new guy, the new guy, initiate him.' Before I've even clicked I feel Lucas's arm around my neck - he's kidding around but he's holding me real firm. I'm as tall as he his but he's solid so he gets me in a decent headlock and I don't fight too hard seeing as all this is a laugh. So I figure I'll let go the stream that's been burning my cock. Its flys through the hair hitting Dimiti's feet but then slam I've got Lucas's hand squirrel gripping me! "I'm pissin' man!" I say but he doesn't hear or something so I try to move because I don't know if he realises thats not shower water on his hands. I move to the left, then he slips and buckles underneath me and splat he lands flat on his wet arse onto the rubber mat on the floor. "Seth mate, you're pissing inta' tha captains hand". He says it like thats not part of the initiation. Squeezing real hard onto my soft dick he stops the flow and I can feel it burning again - how I was know where near finished? Once I start with beer it just keeps coming. "I told ya' I was" I protest. "C'mon hold him Luc I'm fuckin' bustin' over here" Joe says jiggling about. A couple of the other guys are standing around. A couple of dicks are lathered up but no ones even abit hard - it's like they're lining up to take a piss. "OK. Punishment" he whispers in my ear then he loosens his grip on my dick but still holding it aims that flowing again stream up onto my chest. "Open wide" Joe says with a smirk. Lucas reaches round, squeezes my jaw to open it then with deft aim holds my dick so I'm pissing into my own mouth!! The sound of the showers and the laughing is loud but the gargling in my own mouth as it fills with piss roars in my head. It streams out my mouth n' I'm seconds from coughing like crazy. "Get im' ta swallow Luc or the guys gonna fuckin' drown!!" That gets a huge echoing laugh that fills the showers - how many guys are standing around I don't know but looking up all I can see is a wall of naked skin. "You better drink mate" Luc whispers in my ear. I'm still leaning back against his naked body where I landed, sitting on the wet slimy mat. I use all the strength in my jaw to close my mouth "fuck off" I splatter as my piss slowly starts to slow and lower it's stream. Again his arms around my neck, lighter this time. Joe then comes up and dripping soap and water straddles my body and aims his small dark uncut cock at my body. Piss suddenly shoots out and lands square on my chest with a thud. I slide my body back between Luc's legs in a gut reaction. That's when I felt it. The guy has a fuckin' boner and not some half arsed one either it's pushing hard against the wet skin of my back. He was loving this - initiation my arse. And that's why I started to stiffen. Slow at first. Despite the rivers of Joe's piss that were pooling around my arse. At first no one noticed because Dimitri now stood above me with his hairy fat legs and started to let go a line of urine right down onto me. "My turn Joe baby" and he pisses onto Joe's legs to make him move - Joe backs off and in seconds Len takes his place and starts to piss into my hair and up into my hair. I could feel Luc's cock digging into my back - with his arm always around my neck he was making sure my piss soaked body covered it up so the other couldn't see it. That's when they saw mine. "Hey he's bonin' up" "Have a looka that" Dimitri aims his piss stream right onto my cock. "You like this mate" Someone yells from the back I opened my mouth to say something and a bolt of piss shot dead on into me. Shooting right down my throat I gagged, coughed and spluttered. Piss thundered down onto my piss slit and I knew it was a hell of a hardon. You don't want one and you get it sometimes. Spitting out saliva, water and piss I started to say "I'm not the only o...." and Luc's arm tightens real fast around my neck. His wet stiffy slips against my back. "You're not fuckin' movin' mate." He says real close to my ear so no one could hear - for the first time he sounded like this wasn't all for a laugh. "Now, ready to drink football players piss?" That's when it really started - I couldn't even tell you how many guys stood above me all I could do was count the streams of piss that landed and ran down every inch of my body. Four, maybe five I couldn't tell and piss was still running through my hair. "Get im' to say it!" Someone said. "Say 'piss in my mouth boys' and that'll be it" Luc said close to my ear. "Piss in my mouth..." The arm tightened. "...boys" On que the streams rose up my body until with my mouth forced open and urine stinging my eyes I took three, four, I dunno streams of piss right onto my tongue. Tasting of beers it was clear but my tongue was burning and raw from the acid and the piss seared down my throat. I gulped and I gulped but it kept on coming. I coughed and spluttered sending a spray of it back onto the blokes but no one moved, no one flinched, they all had to get every drop into me. In the dull light and steam I could see smiles for a second before the pissy mist had me wincing and closing my eyes. With eyes closed the sound of my fast and furious gulps filled my ears. My stomach started to fill and bloat. Like I'd skulled three cans in a row. I started to feel woozy and ill but still piss thundered onto my teeth that were bared as I frantically breathed through my nose. Slowly one by one the stream started to slow. My stomach ached like crazy the tightness was making me groan. How it was gonna come out I didn't know. In the stinking, heady beer piss smell air the guys from the team slowly filed out. I head a few muttered thanks and they meant it. This didn't seem weird to any of them! Finally just me and Luc remained. His grip on my neck loosened but he was still hard! The pain in my guts and my piss raw mouth and throat took away all I had of an erection and my cock hung limply between my legs. Lifting my body slowly I got onto my hands and knee's and looked down at Luc's erection. Shining with water and piss it jutted up from his crotch. The piss in my eyes and the swelling burn in my bloated guts started to make me feel sick, real sick. I groaned looked down at Luc's cock and the stinking rubber mats...I threw up- one huge projectile vomit of piss and beer right onto that closet cases cock. The smell of sick was nothing compared to smell of stale beer and urine. Luc was shocked as he looked down at the filthy mess I'd just spewed onto his crotch but he made no move against me. I felt better in every way having unloaded it all onto his smart arse body. And I guess the final joke was the way the guy then stood up under shower, lathered up his body and with his back to me sheepishly and frantically jacked himself off. He didn't know I saw either. So now I'm sitting here, my bags packed and waiting to go to the airport. I feel the need for another piss and this time I aim it onto my chest. This is what it's like - it's just piss I think as I watch it stream pale yellow down my body and trickle along the crack of my arse THE END. When I write this stuff I work from pics I've found. If you wanna see the pics, pass on a comment etc. Please e-mail to: jhimuswrite@yahoo.co.uk (if it's the pics you want please mention story title so I know what you're after)