From: authoruk@bigfoot.com Subject: NEW STORY - Bobby & Shane (t/t)(Water Sports) (Cons) Date: Thu, 29 Jan 1998 06:45:10 GMT Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com Keywords: xtt xws xcons If you have any comments or feedback on this story please feel free to e-mail me at authoruk@bigfoot.com. Any stories I write will only be posted to the ASSGM news group so if you see them anywhere else, apart from the Nifty Archive, please let me know as they will have been posted without my permission. Suggestions for possible story topics also welcome. Bobby & Shane Part 1 Bobby opened his eyes and stretched sleepily, snug under his duvet. Then he remembered - it was the first day of the summer holidays and he'd arranged to meet his friend Shane at 9.30. He looked at the clock beside his bed and when he saw it read 9.10 he became wide awake. "Shit", he muttered as he leapt out of bed and hastily grabbed various bits of clothing, shucking off his pyjamas as he did so. In quick order he pulled on socks, jockeys, blue shorts and his current favourite T-Shirt and then scrabbled under the bed to find his trainers. As soon as he had tied them he grabbed the small rucksack he'd packed the night before, opened his bedroom door and raced downstairs. "Bye Mom", he called as he grabbed the sandwiches she had made him, left the house and raced down the street, not waiting for a reply. As he raced to where he had arranged to meet Shane he stuffed the sandwiches into his rucksack and realised that in his rush he hadn't washed, brushed his teeth or even had a piss, but when you're 13 and in a hurry who cares about stuff like that? It was approaching 9.30 when he reached the entrance to the park and he could see Shane sitting on a nearby bench waiting, one arm leaning on a blue shoulder bag. Bobby ran over and stopped, breathing heavily and Shane looked at him, his dark fringe almost brushing his eyelids. "You made it then, thought you'd forgotten". Bobby grinned. "As if I'd do that", he replied. "I just stayed in bed too long." "Come on then, let's go", Shane said and the two boys started walking into the park, chattering excitedly. Bobby had only known Shane a couple of weeks but it was one of those friendships that just seems to 'click' and they had got on well from the start. His friend was slightly taller and stockier and was almost 14 and today was wearing a yellow T-Shirt and matching shorts. His legs were slightly tanned and his feet were stuffed into rather battered trainers. They'd only been walking for a few minutes when Bobby realised that not visiting the bathroom before he left had been a mistake. "I've gotta go", he informed his friend, looking round for a suitable place. Shane glanced at him. "Funny, I was just thinking the same", he said. "Look, there's a bunch of trees over there where we can do it and no one will see." Bobby followed as the other boy made his way across the damp grass towards the wooded cluster he had indicated and when they reached it they walked past the first few trees until they were hidden from the park. Shane looked over his shoulder. "This'll do", he announced, and making no effort to hide from his friend, he pulled down the top of his shorts and briefs, took hold of his dick and started to piss. Although a bit surprised and even embarrassed, Bobby's need was too great to worry about modesty and he hurriedly whipped out his own equipment and sighed with relief as the golden stream started flowing from his piss slit. As he gently directed his dick his eyes flickered curiously towards his friend and more specifically to what his friend was holding. He'd never really seen anyone taking a pee before and was surprised to find he was fascinated by the sight Shane standing there, shorts around his thighs and holding his soft cock as he sprayed his piss over the ground. As he watched Bobby suddenly realised that something was happening to his own cock, it was getting stiff! "Oh fuck", he thought, "What do I do now?" He was no way near finishing and he couldn't suddenly turn away without causing some comment. He casually moved his other hand until it was placed beside his still hardening shaft and hoped that would solve the problem. He flicked a glance to where Shane was standing and saw to his surprise that there had been a definite change in his friend's organ too as it was now sticking out at right angles to his body and the dwindling piss flow was now coming from the centre of an obviously swollen cock head. There was a movement in the corner of his eye and he looked up to see his friend grinning at him. "I've got a boner", he announced unselfconsciously and looked down at his stiffened dick, where the piss flow was now coming to an end. Bobby's mind whirled at the casual way this had been mentioned and without really thinking took away the hand that had been covering his dick. . "So have I." he admitted and he saw Shane looking at it, one hand now shaking the last drips from his own cock. "Seeing someone else piss always gets me hard", Shane told him, "How about you?" "I've .. I've ..never seen anyone pissing before", Bobby stammered, still not sure what was happening. "You must have enjoyed it though, judging by the way your dick reacted." Bobby realised his friend must be right as he'd started getting hard when he'd first seen the piss coming from Shane's cock and as he remembered it he felt his rigid organ give a twitch. "You've got a nice dick," Shane continued. "D'you mind if have a closer look." "I g..guess not", Bobby replied, his mind in a whirl. None of his other friends had ever asked that but he felt a thrill of excitement as the other boy moved over until he was standing in front of him. Bobby saw that Shane was still exhibiting a boner and he looked curiously at the four and a half inches of stiff flesh, the foreskin half pulled back revealing the slightly purplish head. It had a slight sheen on it and he could see there was still a drop of yellow liquid handing on the end. His friend stood there, staring at Bobby's four inch boner and then he gently moved his hand foreword and gave it a squeeze. Bobby jumped he felt a strange hand touch his dick and then he watched as Shane, still squeezing pulled his hand along the shaft towards the head, causing a little bubble of piss to appear at the piss slit. Fascinated he stared as his friend released the hold on his dick, rubbed a finger over the bubble and then transferred the liquid to his mouth. Watching Shane licking a finger that had just rubbed in his piss made Bobby feel strangely light headed and then, with amazement, he could hear his own voice, slightly strained. "W.. what does it taste like?" Without replying Shane finished licking his finger then, clasping his friends hand drew it down until Bobby felt his finger being rubbed in the wet spot on the head of Shane's cock. Then he felt his hand being raised and pushed towards his own mouth until the damp finger touched his slightly open lips and there was a salty, tangy taste in his mouth, accompanied by the unmistakable odour of fresh piss. As the realisation came to Bobby that he had just tasted his friends urine he felt a familiar sensation, his dick started jerking and he almost collapsed with the intensity of the dry orgasm that flooded through him. Shane watched in excitement as his friend climaxed and he furiously rubbed his own cock until he felt his balls tighten and then a few small spurts of cum left his piss slit and spattered against Bobby's leg and then saw his friend, still in the throes of orgasm rub his hand over the spunk on his leg and then take it to his mouth, As they calmed down the two boys looked at each other strangely, both realising that this event was a momentous change in their still new friendship. Shane stuffed his dick inside his shorts and briefs and grinned. "Come on, let's go". At this he picked up his bag and started walking through the trees. Bobby hastily adjusted his clothing, grabbed his rucksack and caught up with his friend, his mind still whirling with strange thought. The two of them walked in silence for few minutes until Shane glanced at his silent friend and realised someone had to say something. "Hey, you all right?", he asked feeling a little anxious, now he realised the effect the 'session' had had on his friend, and was relieved when Bobby looked up. "Yeah..", came a quiet voice. "I'm O.K. but.. look can I ask you something?" "Sure" "You said you'd seen people pissing before and it always gave you a boner. Isn't that a bit weird?" Shane thought for a moment before he answered. "I don't see why. Different people get off on different things, don't they. With me I feel really good when I see someone pissing or even when I'm pissing myself so what's wrong. No one's hurt are they?. "I guess not". Shane stopped, placed his hands on his friends shoulders and stared at him. "Tell me this, Bobby. How did you feel back there when we were - you know?" "It was really cool, Shane. When I watched you pissing I felt really good and when I tasted you it was like nothing that's ever happened to me before. But I feel confused, I feel I shouldn't have liked it but I did and I want to .." As his voice trailed away his friend, almost instinctively finished the sentence. "You want to do it again, right?" Bobby nodded and Shane, releasing his grip on the shoulders and taking Bobby's arm, led him onwards, reassuring him as they went. As they hiked the weather became warmer and both boys began feeling thirstier and thirstier so when they found a stream they took plastic cups from their bags and swallowed the cool water thankfully. As Bobby started to put his cup away his friend grabbed his arm. "Better have some more, in case there isn't another stream. Drink as much as you can, like me". So saying Shane re-filled his cup from the stream and drained it, then repeated the action. Bobby could see the sense in what Shane had sense and so he carried on drinking, but he had the feeling that there was more to his friend's suggestion than just quenching his thirst. After they had drank as much water as they could Shane took an empty plastic container from his bag and, going to the stream, removed the cap and held the container under the water until it was full. As he screwed the cap back on he winked at Bobby. "Just in case we get thirsty again". Then shoving the container back in his bag he nodded at his friend and they set off again. Bobby realised they were moving further into the trees but as the other boy seemed to know where they were going he was quite happy to follow and as they walked the two of them chatted away animatedly, any awkwardness Bobby had felt earlier having now disappeared. As time passed Bobby felt the pressure in his bladder starting to build up from all the water but when he told his friend he "needed to go" Shane smiled and told him to just hang on. In fact, after he had mentioned this, Shane had taken out the container of water and told Bobby to drink some, following suite when the container was handed back. Now Shane was holding the container and every now and then would hand it to Bobby who took a swig, even though he didn't really want it as his bladder was now telling him it had an urgent need to empty. The two of them kept going but the longer they walked the more desperate became Bobby's urge to pee until finally, as they reached a small clearing in the trees, he turned to Shane in desperation. "Look, I really have to go else I'm gonna piss in my pants." "So, piss in you pants", came Shane's voice, sounding tense and husky. Bobby stopped and looked at his friend and saw a light sheen of perspiration on his forehead. "You don't mean it", he said but even as he spoke the thought made his dick twitch. Shane faced him and Bobby could see that there was a definite bulge in the crotch of his friends yellow shorts. Shane's hand came into view and rubbed the lump slowly. "Hell yes I do. Come on, you want to don't you." Bobby thought briefly about this and knew that his friend was right but, almost as if he was prolonging the inevitable he concentrated on Shane's taut shorts before he spoke. "I will if you will", his voice croaked and as he spoke he saw his friend tense slightly and a widening damp patch started to cover the front of the yellow shorts. Shane was pissing himself! Almost in disbelief Bobby watched the damp area widen and then, as lines of yellow fluid started running from the leg of Shane's shorts and down his slim, taut legs, he felt liquid begin to fill his jockeys. As he felt his hot piss soaking his briefs and shorts his dick got harder and he could see the same thing was happening to Shane whose piss darkened shorts were pushing out at the front, the wetness emphasising the erect dick. Shane watched his friend's piss filling his shorts and then spilling down his legs and he moved forward and grabbed Bobby tightly, forcing their piss soaked shorts together so their rigid cocks rubbed into each other through the piss warmed cloth. Bobby was in heaven, the combination of his soaking crotch and pants together with his dick pressing into his friend felt incredible and he was shocked when he heard Shane loudly tell him to stop. He hesitated but when the command was repeated insistently he managed to halt the flow of piss and stood, dripping and confused. "It's just for a moment", his excited friend reassured him, taking off his T-Shirt. Next he removed Bobby's and then he leant down and pulled off Bobby's soaked shorts, followed by his own. Bobby watched as Shane pulled open the fly of his jockeys so that his hard, piss shiny rod sprung out and then he reached over and taking hold of the other boys jockeys put his hand through the fly and drew out the wet, throbbing cock. He moved closer and manoeuvred his dick into Bobby's fly and as he did so he moved his jockeys until his friends cock slipped into the fly of his yellow underpants. Then he pulled Bobby tight towards him. Bobby felt his dick pressing against the base of Shane's dick and rubbing the damp skin of his crotch and could feel his friends organ pressing inside his jockeys. "Let's go", Shane muttered and started pissing into Bobby's jockeys. As the warm piss spattered over his skin and balls Bobby did likewise, feeling his flow of urine leave his cock and run over Shane's skin and jockeys. This felt even better that before, he thought to himself but it wasn't long before he heard the dreaded command to 'Stop' spoken again. This time he was less reluctant to obey and waited whilst Shane stood up and removed the soaking yellow jockeys. Next he slipped the wet briefs from his friend and then, kneeling in front of him he grasped the shaft of Bobby's swollen cock. "Piss on me" Bobby, please" By now Bobby was past caring and he started emptying the rest of his bladder, watching excitedly as his hot yellow piss played over Shane's face, splashing over the cheeks and even entering the open mouth. At one point Shane even placed his mouth over Bobby's cock, his lips pressing around the shaft as he greedily swallowed the tangy, hot, yellow liquid still spraying from the hard boy cock. The sensation of Shane's mouth made Bobby's rod even stiffer making it hard for him to keep peeing, and anyway, by now he really wanted what his friend was getting so he almost roughly pulled away and flung himself back on the ground, his cock pointing up at the sky. Although Shane was almost at the point of no return he knew what his friend wanted and clasping his prick he stood over Bobby and started pissing over him. As he directed the warm stream over the naked boy Bobby groaned in ecstasy at the feel of the other boy's piss splattering over his body. He felt it creeping up his chest until it soaked his chin and then for the first time his mouth started to fill with piss. As he eagerly let it spray over his tongue, tasting the bitter sweet taste of boy urine he grabbed his dick and started frantically jerking himself off. This was too much for Shane who tightened his grip in his still pissing cock and rubbed it furiously as he watched his friend licking the piss around his mouth as he beat his meat. It wasn't long before he saw Bobby's body lift slightly off the ground and a few drops of spunk jumped from the end of his dick. Knowing that was the first time his friend had ever climaxed was enough for Shane and he almost squealed at the intensity of the orgasm that shot through him as his ball gave up the struggle and his cock started jetting blobs of hot, creamy cum. They spattered over the piss stained body at his feet and as Bobby felt his friend's juices hit his body, blending with the covering of piss, his cock twitched again and another white drop appeared and slid onto his fast moving hand. Their incredible climaxes continued even after they had finished ejaculating until finally Shane collapsed in a heap beside his exhausted friend and both boys lay panting heavily, their bodies still damp with the showers of piss that had recently flowed over them. In Bobby's case his crotch and chest were also covered with little puddles of Shane's cum but he didn't give a shit. He'd never associated having a piss with feeling good until now and the realisation was something awesome, especially as he knew his friend shared the same interests. Shortly afterwards Shane led the way to a nearby stream that he 'happened' to know was there and the two boys swam about until they were shiningly clean. As they returned to the clearing Bobby suddenly stopped and gazed in horror at his shorts and jockeys, lying in a soggy, piss soaked pile. "Oh, shit", he groaned. "I can't go home in those. What the fuck am I going to do?" His friend just laughed. "Do you remember yesterday, when we were planning today? Well what did I tell to put in your rucksack?" Bobby thought for a moment then realisation dawned. "A spare pair of shorts..", he exclaimed. But how did you know.. I mean.." Shane laughed "I didn't", he replied. "But there was no harm in hoping..." The two boys dressed in clean shorts and stuffed the damp ones into their bags. As they started the walk home, Shane turned to Bobby". "How do you like the idea of a piss bath?..?" Bobby And Shane (Part 2) "Bobby, Shane's on the phone". "Coming Mom", he shouted as he opened his bedroom door and raced down the stairs to the phone. He grabbed it eagerly. "Hi, Shane?" A tingle of excitement ran through him as he heard his friends' voice. It was two days since Bobby had found out that there was more to having a piss than just flopping it out and doing it and he'd kept thinking about that afternoon in the woods. When he'd got home he'd managed to slip his wet clothes into the machine just before his mom turned it on so had avoided any awkward questions. "Hey buddy, wanna sleep over tonight?", the voice on the phone asked. "My parents are going to some function and said I could have to over as company." "Sounds cool", Bobby replied, almost stammering with excitement. "Hold on whilst I check." He placed the phone on the desk and ran into the kitchen where his mom was making coffee. She listened whilst he explained and then agreed as long as she could check with Shane's mother. Bobby stood impatiently, shifting his weight from foot to foot whilst his mom took over the phone and had a brief conversation. After what seems like ages she turned and handed the receiver back to her son. "That's fine", she told him and casually returned to the kitchen. The two boys arranged that Bobby would go over in the early afternoon and then chatted generally for a couple of minutes until Bobby said he had to go. "See ya later," Shane said, "and don't forget to bring some changes of clothing". The phone went dead with these last words still ringing in Bobby's ears as he realised what his friend meant and he raced back to his room excitedly. As he tried to imagination what Shane might have in mind, knowing that piss was going to be involved he felt his dick start to stiffen but he resisted the urge to get it out and jerk off, wanting to get his balls as full as possible before the evening. . . . . . . . . . . Bobby got out the car and shut the door. "Thanks mom", he shouted as he raced up the path to Shane's house, rucksack in one hand and knocked on the door. It opened at once which suggested that Shane had been waiting by the door. The two boys grinned at each other and as Bobby entered the house the front door shut behind them. Shane led the way to his room and Bobby looked around curiously. It was larger than his and there was a door leading off in the left wall. When Shane saw him looking at this he went over, opened it and beckoned him over. Bobby walked across the room and peered through the open door at a gleaming bathroom. "That's right", Shane told him gleefully, "I've got my own facilities. Neat huh?" It certainly was neat, thought Bobby as he looked around the shiny, tiled room, taking in the large, blue coloured bath and, nearby, the matching toilet. As often happens, when he saw the toilet gaping invitingly he felt the urge to piss and even started moving towards it but as he did his friend grabbed his arm. "Hey, not there!". As Bobby watched, rather puzzled, Shane went to a cupboard, opened it and took out a stainless steel saucepan which he carried over to the curious boy. "Do it in here", Shane urged him. Bobby saw that the saucepan was already half full of clear, yellowish liquid. Shane laughed. "Shit I've been using it since I first heard you could come over." Bobby tried to ask what is was for but his friend just told him to wait and see so, with a shrug, he unzipped his fly, pulled out his dick and started pissing into the saucepan. As he watched his warm piss mingle with the contents of the saucepan the smell of fresh urine reached his nostrils and he felt his cock hardening between his fingers but he concentrated on getting his piss finished. He was about to shake the last drops off when Shane told him not to and to just stuff his dick back inside his underwear. As he did so he knew that those last drops had ended up on his briefs and he was feeling pretty excited as he pulled up his zipper over his slightly bulging crotch. The two of them fooled around until it was time for supper, stopping frequently for drinks, and the saucepan was pressed into service on several more occasions. On the third or so time Bobby's stream caused the level to nearly reach the top but Shane just told him to wait a second, went to the cupboard and exchanged the full saucepan with an empty one. During the rest of the afternoon this new utensil was used three times, twice by Shane and once by Bobby. When Shane was using it Bobby found himself getting quite horny as he watched the stream of piss leave his friends dick and splash into the saucepan, and as he remembered how hard Shane's cock had been the other day he could feel the boner building up in his pants. As they went down to eat Shane reminded Bobby to drink as much as he could during the meal. This didn't turn out to be that hard as, because Shane's parents were going out to eat the boys ate in the kitchen which had an inexhaustible supply of water from the tap, a supply both boys made the most of during their meal. By the time they had cleared their plates Bobby could already feel the pressure building up on his bladder. When they finally left the kitchen Shane's parents were getting ready to leave and they wished both boys goodnight, saying they wouldn't be back until very late and warning the them not to be up when they returned. As the front door closed behind them the two boys hastily made for the stairs and ran up to Shane's bedroom. As Bobby desperately unzipped his fly his friend grabbed the semi-full saucepan from the cupboard and placing it on a stool started unzipping his own zip. They stood over the saucepan and starting emptying their full bladders with relief. The build up of urine was such that this saucepan was also soon full and, yet again Shane replaced it with an empty one. Bobby was unable to hold back his curiosity any longer and asked why they were pissing into saucepans each time. Shane just grinned, said he'd understand later and told him he'd removed the utensils from the kitchen early that morning. For the next hour or so they watched tv but although Bobby was enjoying the programme his mind kept wandering to what was in the cupboard and as he thought of the piss filled saucepans one hand rubbed over the crotch of his jeans. As the end music of the tv show filled the room Bobby turned lazily to his friend. "Better get the saucepan, buddy, I need to go again". "Not this time" Shane replied, getting up. "What clothes did you bring with you?" Although he was a bit surprised at this sudden change of topic, Bobby obligingly dumped the contents of his rucksack onto the bed. Shane looked at the untidy pile consisting mainly of clothes and after a brief pause selected a pair of silky, red sports shorts which he handed to his friend. "Put these on", he muttered, his voice slightly hoarse and as Bobby started to undo his jeans Shane went over to the cupboard and returned with a similar pair of shorts, only these were blue. Both boys quickly removed their jeans and slipped on the shorts and as Bobby pulled his up to his waist he was conscious of the smooth feel of the material against his legs. "Take off your T-shirt too?" came the hoarse voice again and Bobby did, throwing the garment on to the bed next to where Shane's was already lying. The two of them looked at each other, both naked from the waist up, shiny shorts covering their waists and upper thighs and slim legs tapering down towards the bedroom floor. Shane moved to the double bed, covered with the contents of Bobby's rucksack and, grabbing hold of the top sheets and cover, pulled them right down and off the bed until they lay in a crumpled pile on the floor together with all the stuff that had been lying on them. Then he leapt onto the bed and lay in the centre on his back, looking up at his friend. "I want you to kneel over my face", Shane told him, almost matter of factly and, somewhat mystified, Bobby manoeuvred himself on the bed until one leg was each side of the other boys neck and Shane's head was between them. As Shane looked up he could see his friends legs where they disappeared into the legs of the red, shiny shorts and he caught a glimpse of white briefs through the hole of one leg. He could already feel himself getting hard as he told Bobby to lower his body. Above him Bobby was also starting to get horny and as his crotch got closer to the face waiting below he felt Shane's boy breath lightly brushing his bare leg. Lower and lower he went until finally he was pressing against his friend, his butt resting on the chest and his balls resting on Shane's chin. He could feel his hardened shaft pointing up his briefs and pressing against the material. "Start pissing", Shane muttered, staring at the red material and their exciting contents only a centimetre or two away and his hands clenched in anticipation, Because of his hardened state that request was not that easy. Bobby closed his eyes and concentrated, imagining his urine leaving his bladder and moving up his shaft and he was finally rewarded by a trickle of liquid that left the piss slit of his cock and dampened his briefs. He concentrated again and this time instead of a trickle he felt a stream leaving his dick. The feeling of the warm piss gradually soaking his briefs was something else and with one hand he rubbed the outside of his shorts, pressing them against his urinating dick head. Below Shane watched eagerly as he was the red shorts start to darken with moisture and as the acrid scent of Bobby's boy pissed wafted over him his dick pressed hard into his jockeys. It wasn't long before Bobby's shorts and briefs could hold more and dribbles of yellow liquid started to spatter over Shane's nose and mouth. The drops of still warm, golden fluid falling on his face were almost too much to bear and he grabbed hold the damp material over Bobby's damp butt and pulled the boy towards him until he could bury his mouth in the urine soaked material and could feel the hardness of Bobby's cock underneath it. His friends yellow piss was now seeping freely from the soaked shorts, covering his facing and filling his mouth. Shane sucked on the red shorts so he could get more of his friends, acidic, yellow piss and as he sucked he rubbed his hands over the yielding, silky covered butt cheeks of the other boy. Bobby was loving the sensations being caused by his friend sucking at his crotch through his piss drenched shorts and he clasped the back of the dark haired boy's head and pressed it hard against his rigid dick so as to get the most from the experience. The air around him was now smelling of damp clothing and urine and was making Bobby a little light-headed and as he felt the warm stream from his cock slow and then stop he couldn't wait any longer for his turn so he let go Shane's head, leant slightly left and toppled onto the bed beside his friend. Shane raised his piss streaked face and looked at Bobby who was lying, writhing slightly and rubbing his hands over his damp shorts. "Oh God, Shane, piss on me, please, I need it.." Without further ado Shane knelt over his friend's face and after shoving his hand inside his briefs and moving his dick until it was pointing towards his chest, clenched his butt and tried to piss. Nothing happened - for a few seconds - and then.. Bobby watched enthralled as Shane's silky shorts started to dampen and he reached up a hand and clasped it around the material over the head of his friend's cock so he could feel the warm stream leaving the piss slit before filling the shorts and jockeys. Every now and then he'd move the now damp palm to his mouth so he could smell his friends boy piss. As soon as he was pissing properly Shane lowered himself until his ball sack was pressing against Bobby's chin and then leant foreword so his pissing dick was tight against his half open mouth. He could feel his shorts getting soaked and warm rivulets running down his legs as his golden stream continued flowing from his piss slit. As the warm, tangy liquid flowed through the shorts and onto his face Bobby lapped at it furiously - yesterday he'd never tasted urine - now he couldn't get enough of it. One hand rubbed Shane's damp leg and then slipped under the leg of the shorts until it was rubbing the ridged leg hold of the jockeys underneath before slipping inside the damp cotton. The hand continued moving over his friend's ass cheek he pressed it to increase the pressure on his face as his fingers moved ever upwards until they rested on the crack of his ass. Still licking at the piss soaked shorts Bobby was still aware that his fingers were now probing between the ass cheeks until one of them was touching the puckered ass hole. Shane gave a small moan of pleasure as he felt a finger pushing into his asshole and his cock hardened more even though his piss was still pulsing from the slit at the end. The finger was suddenly withdrawn and he felt hands grabbing his shorts and briefs and dragging them down over his butt. As soon as the piss sodden material was clumped under his ass the hand moved around until they grabbed the front of the clothing and slid it down. The waistbands caught against the stiff shaft inside them and immediately one hand pulled the waistbands out and down whilst the other caught hold of the hot, throbbing dick and pointed it towards Bobby's mouth. As the direct jet of piss hit his cheek Bobby lifted his head and clamped his mouth over the swollen cock head so that every drop of the remaining tangy boy piss would enter his mouth and he swallowed greedily each time his mouth started to fill. As the tangy tasting piss slipped down his throat his finger returned to Shane's asshole, one probing finger entered the tight, puckered hole and he could feel his friend pressing against the invading digit. All too soon Sean's bladder was flushed out and the stream died to a trickle and then to nothing. Bobby kept licking the cock in his mouth, until Shane pulled away and then dove down onto the bed so his face was by the other's crotch. Frantically he pulled down the red shorts and soaked briefs and then started licking Bobby's balls, pubic area and cock. Not wishing to be outdone Bobby started doing the same to his friend's piss damp areas and the two of them slaved away lasciviously at each other. They kept this up for a time but all things have to end and as Bobby was running his tongue over Shane's dick head where it joined the shaft the whole organ started jumping and gobs of white spunk started to spurt out of the piss slit and onto Bobby's cheek. As the scent of the warm, creamy liquid reached him Bobby felt himself coming and when he felt his cock staring to spit it's own few jets of cum he buried his face in Shane's crotch, almost oblivious to the spunk still pulsating onto his neck and upper body. All too soon both boy's started to relax as their paroxysm's lessened until finally they just lay, temporarily exhausted, on the bed, the sheets of which were now damp with the results of their recent urine session. Eventually Bobby moved and then got up off the bed but as he started towards the bathroom he heard Shane move. "What're you doing?" Bobby paused. "Well, I thought we'd have to get cleaned up now", he said to Shane who just grinned. "Hell no. That was only the start. Unless, of course, you've had enough for today." Without any hesitation Bobby said he hadn't and then curiously asked what else his friend had planned. Shane stood up, pulled his wet shorts and jockey's up and looked at Bobby." "For now just pull your shorts up and chill out. We need a break before the next treat." Then, seeing the puzzled look on the other's face he continued. "Don't you want to know what I've planned for those saucepans. . . .?" Bobby & Shane (3) ["For now just pull your shorts up and chill out. We need a break before the next treat." Then, seeing the puzzled look on the other's face he continued. "Don't you want to know what I've planned for those saucepans. . . .?"] For the next couple of hours the two boys just mucked around, playing with Shane's computer and some of his other stuff. To begin with Bobby had felt a bit weird going round in his piss soaked jockeys and shorts but the feel of the damp clothing had also excited him. As they played on the computer he would get the occasional whiff of drying piss enter his nostrils and each time it happened his dick would twitch. He eyes kept flicking over to his friend, or more specifically, to the slowly drying blue shorts covering the crotch and he would remember the recent events when he'd had his face buried in them. During this time both boys had kept drinking glasses of water as often as they could and also made good use of the saucepans in the cupboard! Finally Shane turned towards Bobby and raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Fancy some more 'fun'?" he asked mischievously. "Yes please", came the eager reply. Bobby watched as Shane went over and opened the cupboard. By now there were four saucepans lined up on a shelf, all virtually full of yellow liquid. Shane grabbed a couple and told his friend to get the other two and follow him. Somewhat mystified Bobby did and his puzzlement increased as he followed the other boy down to the kitchen. Shane dumped his containers on two of the cooker rings and indicated to Bobby to do the same. Having done so Bobby watched as Shane turned on each of the four heat rings under the saucepans and stepped back. Seeing the quizzical expression on his friends face he laughed. "I don't know about you but I prefer warm piss.", he explained. They stood around, chatting and watching the saucepans and Bobby was reminded of something he'd heard his Mom say - a watched kettle never boils - and now he was beginning to see what she meant. Every now and again Shane would give the contents of each pan a stir to ensure the liquid warmed evenly and finally the unmistakable smell of warm urine wafted across the kitchen. Bobby sniffed the aroma and felt his now dry shorts and briefs tauten as his prick rapidly stiffened. He look down at Shane's crotch and saw that they were tented out at the front as his friend's cock reacted in the same manner. Shane stuck an experimental finger into each saucepan and announced that they were just right. The two boys each grabbed two of the saucepans of gently steaming piss and carefully carried them upstairs to Shane's bedroom. When they reached it Bobby followed his friend into the adjacent bathroom and, following his friends example, placed the saucepans on a shelf that ran alongside the bath. Shane turned on the shower attachment and when the water was hot, sprayed it over the enamel surface of the bath for a few seconds before switching off the water and replacing the shower nozzle in its holder. As the last of the water disappeared down the plug hole he took the plug and put it in. "Warms the bath up," he announced matter of factly. "I don't like getting into it when the surface is cold." Whilst he'd been speaking he'd removed his shoes and socks and then, kicking them into a corner he got into the bath and knelt at one end, facing the centre. He started to tell his friend to do the same but Bobby had already realised this and was already shucking off his footwear. As he stepped into the empty bath and knelt facing Shane he could smell the piss from the still steaming saucepans and he couldn't help looking excitedly at their slightly yellow contents. Shane grabbed a glass from the shelf, dipped into one of the saucepans and drew it out full of warm piss. He held it up, looked at it and then moved it towards his face and sniffed deeply. Bobby watched in fascination and then, as the glass was pushed towards him he placed his nose over it and breathed in the heady scent of their warm, mixed piss. "Drink some", he heard his friend say and without further ado he guided the glass to his mouth and drank some of the contents. The taste of the tangy liquid caused his already rigid cock to swell even more and all too soon the glass was removed from his lips. Shane drank deeply from the glass then, putting it down on the shelf, leaned forward and, clasping a hand around Bobby's head, drew it forward until he was able to press his mouth against his friends. Bobby felt Shane's tongue probing his lips and he parted them to allow his friend access. As the mouths locked together Shane opened his slightly and as Bobby tasted warm piss dribbling into his mouth he realised his friend hadn't swallowed all of it but had kept some back for this very purpose. He pressed his mouth harder against the other boys and pushed his own tongue forward until it entered Shane's wet, urine tasting mouth and was able to explore the interior. The probing turned to kissing, the wonderful scent of the piss exciting both boys more than they could have imagined. Finally, almost reluctantly, the two boys broke off their pretty passionate kissing and Shane, having refilled the glass, held it above his friends chest and tipped it so a stream of the warm yellow liquid ran down the hairless chest and stomach and dampened the waistband of the red shorts. When the glass was empty Shane moved to re-fill it and as he did so Bobby excitedly grabbed another glass, filled it with piss and poured it over the other boys chest. This action really started things going as both boys started to continuously fill their glasses with piss and pour them over the other. They kept this up until two of the saucepans were virtually empty and then paused, panting slightly, staring at each other. Bobby saw that Shane's whole body was now shining damply as the result of the piss Bobby had poured over him indiscriminately. Even his hair was soaked and yellow rivulets were dribbling from it down his face and then dripping to his chest. Bobby could feel his own hair clinging wetly to his head causing piss drops to drip onto his face and the smell of piss filled the bathroom. "Turn around", Shane ordered, huskily and his friend obeyed, turning and leaning over the rear of the bath so Shane could see the mounds of his damp ass outlined under the wet red shorts. Re-filling his glass again Shane grasped the waistband of Bobby's shorts and after pulling it outwards, poured the whole contents of the glass down the inside of the shorts so that the briefs underneath were soaked with piss. Putting down his glass and grabbing the waistband of the shorts with both hands Shane pulled them down until they were bunched up under Bobby's ass cheeks. Then, clasping the others pelvis he knelt forward and buried his face in the piss warm jockeys, his mouth and nose resting on the damp crack between Bobby's ass cheeks. He sucked at the material, tasting the piss moving his mouth around the fleshy mounds as he sucked. Then he grasped the briefs and pulled them down to join the damp, bunched shorts. He stroked the now naked ass with one hand as, with the other he re-filled the glass and then he proceeded to pull the ass cheeks apart slightly and empty the glass of piss into the crack so that it poured down the slightly dark crevice and past the puckered ass hole. Shane looked at his friend's wet ass cheeks and crack then bent even lower until his nose was buried in the crack and his tongue could lick at the piss damp ass hole. It probed the puckered muscle, forcing itself slightly into the tight hole and as he licked Shane blindly found a glass, filled it and then, guessing the right position, he started pouring. The contents splashed over the bottom of Bobby's back and into the ass crack, running over Shane's nose and over the portion of tongue that was not probing Bobby's ass hole. Leaning over the bath Bobby was suffering a wave of emotions as his friend's tongue played around his ass hole. His cock was sticking rigidly out against his wet briefs and the aroma of piss was making him feel almost intoxicated. Only a few days ago his only experience of sex was jerking off and now he was in a bath, covered in piss with his best friend licking his ass hole! He desperately wanted to touch his hard cock but was terrified that just doing this would make him cum and he wanted to prolong this. He also really wanted to lick Shane's ass and finally he managed to croak this out to his friend. As soon as he realised what Bobby wanted to do Shane stopped tonguing his friend and, with a bit of difficulty the two friends changed positions. Now it was Bobby in the 'driving seat' and he rubbed one hand over the tight, wet red shorts covering Shane's ass. Leaning over he tentatively licked the wet, shiny material, tasting the fabric and piss mixture and smelling the acrid aroma. Soon he had the shorts pulled down and was eagerly sniffing the piss soaked white cotton jockeys, rubbing his hands over his friends slippery back as he rubbed his face where the jockeys covered Shane's ass. Without moving his head he grabbed the jockeys and pulled them down, feeling them rubbing past his face until finally his lips were brushing the now naked ass cheeks in front of him. Bringing his hands down he grasped one globe in each hand and prised them gently apart so he could see his friends inviting, puckered ass ring in front of him. He pushed his face between the cheeks and experimentally licked the tightly muscled hole. It tasted of piss and boy sex so he licked harder, pushing the tip of his tongue against the resisting hole until he managed to get about half an inch inside Shane's ass. The various smells in the room combined to make both boys forget anything except satisfying their own sexual needs and Shane pushed his ass against his friends mouth as the tongue continued its probing. When he could take no more of the rimming Shane moved around until the two of them were facing one another again. Both boys still had their shorts and jockeys bunched underneath their asses but their cocks were still covered and making obvious bulges in their damp shorts. In unison they moved towards each other until their faces were cheek to cheek. Shane rubbed one hand over Bobby's naked back and with the other felt along the shelf until his palm came into contact with one of the full saucepans. Grasping the handle he lifted the heavy pan until it was directly over them and tipped it sideways. Bobby gasped as the entire contents of the saucepan showered onto his and Shane's heads continuing over the rest of their bodies. Shane rubbed himself against his friend as the still warm stream ran down their chests and reached their already soaked shorts. He could feel Bobby's hard prick under the wet shorts as it rubbed against his own and he hurriedly put down the saucepan and grabbed the last full one so he could repeat his earlier action. This time, he grasped his friends head and pulled it back so Bobby was looking directly up at the saucepan and as soon as he had done the same he turned his wrist. Bobby stared as the saucepan gradually tilted until its contents started to pour over the side and onto the two upturned faces. He opened his mouth to catch some of the golden liquid and the bitter fluid splashed into his mouth and over his face. Beside him Shane was also drinking greedily, gulping down the piss torrent as fast as he could. All too soon the saucepan was empty and he put it down on the shelf. By now they were standing in 3 inches of piss that was sloshing around the bottom of the bath and every inch of their bodies smelt of the same thing. Shane knelt in front of Bobby and ripped down the sodden shorts and briefs until they were lying in the yellow piss pool. He looked at the beautiful, rigid cock in front of his face, shining with piss. Bobby knew what his friend wanted and he shut his eyes and concentrated until he got his bladder to release it's full load. As the piss started streaming from his friends cock Shane grasped the warm shaft and directed the hot yellow stream over his face and into his open mouth and as he drank greedily his other hand was investigating Bobby's willing ass hole, one finger pushing in and out of the tight, piss covered hole. Bobby clenched his ass muscle tightly around the finger and tried to keep his piss stream going at full force. Shane kept swallowing his friends wonderful golden stream, knowing his own prick was swelling even more in his excitement. As soon as the piss flow started to falter, but before it had stopped, Shane stood up, ripped off his sodden shorts and briefs and pulled them over Bobby's head. Then he turned the boy around and pushed him down until he was lying face down in the piss pool. Then he closed his eyes and concentrated. Bobby lay there, his face not only covered with the pissy clothes so he couldn't see but also pressing into the urine pool. The only thing he could smell was piss and he was almost reluctant to raise his head every now and then to draw breath. He was savouring the wonderful experience, wondering if anything could be better when he felt hot liquid strike his back as Shane started pissing on him. He wiggled excitedly as the piss flow flowed over his ass as Shane aimed it at his ass crack. Shane watched the wriggling boy beneath him and knew he couldn't wait any longer to try something he'd been think about ever since he'd first introduced his friend to the joys of water sports. Still pissing he knelt down and letting go of his cock he prised Bobby's ass cheeks apart until he could see the invitingly tight ass hole. He moved down even more until his pissing prick was touching the slightly brown, puckered ring, causing his piss to splash back as it hit the skin, then, taking a deep breath, he pushed down, forcing his dick through the muscle and into Bobby's warm, tight hole. Bobby squirmed as the swollen meat slid into his ass but the feeling of someone pissing inside his ass was unbelievable and as Shane started to fuck him he clenched his ass hole around the hard cock and pressed his face into the urine pool. The feel of his friends breath on the back of his next made it even better and he rubbed his own dick against the slimy floor of the bath. Shane kept pumping away, sliding his piss lubricated cock in and out of the beautifully tight hole and at the same time he licked the piss from his friends neck. By now he'd stopped pissing in Bobby's ass but could still feel the liquid enveloping his cock as he fucked away. He could feel his balls tightening as the cum started it's final journey and he increased the force of his pumping until, with a gasp, he felt his cock emptying its hot spunk into the piss and dick filled ass. Feeling the throbbing flesh buried in his ass starting to spew its cum was the last straw for Bobby and he frantically slid his dick over the enamel bath floor until his creamy cum spurted from his tight, throbbing organ, mixing with the yellow piss pool. At the point of his orgasm he buried his face in the urine underneath him and swallowed it through Shane's shorts, still over his face. Eventually the cum streams stopped and the two boys started to relax, feeling their dicks starting to soften. 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