Date: Fri, 8 Jan 2021 11:20:58 -0500
From: Bradley Gibbons <thepatternking@gmail.com>
Subject: Second-Grade Boys at the T-Ball Tree Fort Part 1 (young-friends, ws)

Second-Grade Boys at the T-Ball Tree Fort
by BadBoyKal

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PART ONE: WILL'S CRAZY NEW GAME

Will sat on the fallen tree trunk, in a circle with his closest friends in
the big yard outside school. He was as close to an "alpha" as a
second-grader can get. He was the most popular boy, and, because he was an
early bloomer, he was also the only one who'd get anywhere close to
dreaming up the daring sexual games he'd started introducing to the
playground. The five other boys around him were trusty, reliable, and
brave, but not necessarily the brightest bulbs in the box. All of the boys
in the circle, even the two who were just as popular as Will (Jonathan and
Stanley) made no complaint about the "game" Will was making up, even though
it was something disgusting. Half of them figured it sounded bad but that
there must be something to it if Will suggested it; the other half wanted
out but didn't dare to challenge Will and the other boys who all seemed in
on it.

Presently, Aaron was speaking: "Are you sure we really wanna include Devin
and Nathan and Nicholas?" he protested. "They're so dorky and lame!"

"But, they've got piss, don't they?"

Aaron nodded his head.

"Well that's why they should be included!" furthered Will. "I don't know
about you, but, personally, if they got piss, then I wanna know what it
tastes like!" he proclaimed daringly. The other boy couldn't argue with
that logic. (Furthermore, Will knew for a fact, from his private
conversations, that at least two of the others sitting there were almost as
eager to taste boy piss as he was.)

"Okay, so this is what we're gonna do. It's gonna be Friday night, while
the big baseball game is going on. All of us'll sneak away to the T-Ball
Tree Fort. Brian, you live just a block from the baseball diamond, don't
you?"

"Yeah," he responded.

"Well, then, I'm gonna give you a special job. Do you think that, while
we're all sneaking back to the fort, you can run home and grab something?
We need a big bucket or a pitcher or something. Something big. Like, reckon
it's gotta hold the pee of like a dozen boys, so... something big?"

"Uh... yeah, I guess" was Brian's reply. "We got a mop bucket--I'll rinse
it out and bring it to the fort."

"Awesome," said Will.

"So, then... what exactly are you gonna have us do after that?" queried
Charlie uncertainly.

"Oh, don't you worry about that... I got a plan," was the top tier
second-grader's reply. "But, oh, I almost forgot... Everybody's gotta bring
a water bottle, too. Don't forget. Don't worry, either--" Will continued
"--it'll be fun, I promise."

The rest of the week, the five boys did as Will'd told and invited all the
other boys in the class to get in on this, too. Apparently Will was so
serious about drinking pee that he didn't want even a single one of them to
miss the chance to participate. The other boys didn't know exactly what was
going to happen, but they all were told quite clearly that if they had to
pee beforehand, they should hold it. There were twelve boys in their
class... Will would be thrilled if even eight showed up!

Friday came around, and all the families at the school seemed to have
turned out for middleschoolers' baseball playoff game (It was big because
they were the best in the state, even though it was only middle
school). But it was the same baseball diamond where the youngest kids had
T-ball games after school. Folks filled the bleachers and overflowed into
the grass all around the field, spreading blankets or bringing camp
chairs. The entire place was bustling, and there were tons of kids of all
ages running and playing around. Only parents and some much older kids were
actually watching the game, though!

Will was grateful for all the hubbub because it meant he and the boys could
sneak off without attracting too much attention. In the bottom of the first
the twelve boys who showed up--ten from the class and two uninvited guests
(a stray third-grader and somebody's friend from another school)--starting
migrating away out past the outfield, all having decided (somewhat
suspiciously) to carry their water bottles as they went out to play. Some
300 yards away from the furthest reaches of Left Field there stood a big
tree. It was more than just a tree, really--it was an ancient sycamore with
a stand of honeysuckle and all manner of other bushes and saplings growing
'round it. At three places around the stand were pathways--tall enough that
the youngest five- and six- year olds could run straight in without
ducking. On the inside there was a hidden clearing, beneath the large limbs
and surrounded and shielded by all of the bramble. Nobody's parents gave a
second thought to what might go in there, supposing that they were safe in
the presence of everybody's children. Every day of the week there was
*somebody* messing around in there.

When Will bustled into the fort, greatly excited about what they'd be up
to, he saw only two others there so far: Daniel and Clyde. Daniel was one
of the more well-liked kids in their class, while Clyde was a
little... eccentric. The two sat some feet apart on an old, thick log on
the ground. Will went in and faced them with excitement--then he showfully
wrenched the lid off his water bottle and poured all its contents on the
ground. "We're not using these for water tonight," he explained. Awkwardly
the other two took theirs in hand and repeated what Will'd done. Daniel
thought to himself that he hoped there wouldn't be too too many boys,
'cause if there were the whole fort'd be a mud pit with all the poured-out
water!

Presently Sam and Caleb came in the same "door" Will'd used, and settled
themselves on the log. Their legs were pushed together firmly,
awkwardly... clearly they were nervous. Will remained standing and faced
the entrance tunnel eagerly every time another boy (or group of boys) came
to join them. Pretty soon they were eight, then ten... black-haired chubby
Joey burst in out of breath, and stood since the log was filled up... last
to show was, unsurprisingly, Brian, since he'd had not just to sneak away
from family but go home and grab their bucket (even rinse it!). They waited
another minute for latecomers after that--but Will was so excited he could
barely be convinced to wait one more second!: No one was quite sure when,
but at some point Will'd put his hand down his pants and started rubbing a
tiny eight-year-old boner up and down (a gesture few of those present were
worldly enough to understand). Presently he stopped and addressed the
little gang.

"Okay, boys... here's what we're gonna do. It's easy. You see the bucket in
the middle, there. All we're gonna do to start with is pee in the
bucket. As many of you as can possibly go, go ahead and do it in there."
Will couldn't believe how quickly the tension that had been broke as boys
stepped into action, starting to stand and to unzip their flies. Clyde was
the first to get to the bucket and get his little dickie out. He had no
shyness about being seen. He leaned back comically as his piss stream
started, the beating of it against the old tin bucket echoing loudly. Brian
stood up just a beat later, laughing... in no time his dick was out and he
was whistling while he "go"ed, making everybody laugh.

"Is that all?" cried out Will in concern. "Don't be shy, dudes! This is
what we're here for. Plus I'm sure you can fit four around that bucket, not
just two"

It wasn't that the rest didn't have to go, they just felt awkward and
embarassed about the whole situation. But presently with Will's
encouragement they all rose to their feet. Another--Sam--joined in, taking
what Brian would've said was a "military" stance, arching his pee with
pride and a silly formalness. Will took his own advice then, stepping up to
the last open side of the bucket. Overcompensating for his excitement he
slowly and measuredly undid his belt, zipped down his fly, and revealed his
hard cocklet from beneath his tighty-whiteys. For a moment everyone was
silent, it seemed all knowing somehow, although nobody'd told them, that
the presence of a *hard* dickie changed the whole meaning of what they were
doing. But the silence didn't last long, as somebody pushed Sam from behind
and made his piss stream jerk wildly out of the bucket, and everybody
laughed.

Of the eight boys whose penises were not yet exposed, three had their hands
straight down in their pockets, and three more were horsing around amongst
themselves. But the last two: boys named Daniel and Tyson--had scootched up
just as close to the bucket as they could get, and were watching with
smiles and fixed stares. These two glanced up from the pissing penes to
lock eyes for a moment with each other. In response Tyson slowly moved his
arm down to his waist and unzipped his shorts' pee-hole. He wriggled a
finger through the underwear hole and withdrew his tiny, cute, very tan
penis which he was not shy about touching. Daniel knew he was turned on,
though he didn't really understand why. But after watching Tyson whip it
out he silently did the same, mirroring the very motions Tyson'd
used. Quickly, however, their complicity dissipated as first as first
Clyde, then Sam and Brian, and finally Will's hard cock stopped pissing,
and they stowed their junk. "Okay!" shouted Brian sillily. "NEXT GROUP!"

"Whoah-ho," remarked Jonathan, as he whirled up to the bucket (now 3 inches
deep) "--you guys are ahead of the game. You've already got your cocks
out!" Tyson just laughed, but Jonathan was pretty sure Daniel blushed more
than just a bit.

Daniel and Tyson were of course first to the fill, stepping right up and
getting going, and then having a little piss-fight with their
streams. Jonathan was quick to draw his dick, as well, and his stream just
SHOT straight out all at once, jamming against the side of the
bucket. Immediately he was playing with his stream, first joining the
swordfighting and then simply shaking his cock back and force, wider and
wider... In the end it jumped the bucket entirely and rained down on
Tyson's legs! There was laughter and groaning from Tyson (which Daniel was
pretty sure was just for show). While all three were still going strong
(and having a grand old time), Stanley lent his cocklet to the cause. He
jostled his way with his elbows round the other boys standing in front of
the lock, circling to the opening in the outside position where Will had
stood before. Real, super quick, he was started: one hand pulled athletic
shorts and undies down and WHAM the pee lept from his dick. Unlike the
general silliness, though, second-grade cool boy Stanley just relaxed and
let it go.

Finally there were only four left. Devin and Nicholas (plus the mystery boy
from another school) had remained standing tightly and awkwardly with
pocketed hands. But when the hubbub'd faded 'round the bucket (5¾
inches deep!), the three nonetheless walked over and took their
place. Nathan rounded out the foursome, and he was the only one of them to
bring any playfulness to it. He piss-fought with all three other boys'
streams, while they all kept quiet and "played it straight."

Will had been standing on the periphery watching all the boys as they went,
intently. As the knot around the bucket broke up, Will called out
loudly. "Okay, Boys! I am incredibly satisfied to say that every last one
of you contributed piss to the bucket. That's a LOTTA piss and it looks
fucking delicious. And, now... SPEAKING of 'delicious'--well, now comes the
part where we all get to taste it." Silence. "I'm serious. Every one of you
boys, right there in your water bottles, is gonna get to actually DRINK the
piss of yourself plus ELEVEN other boys!"


OTHER STORIES BY BADBOYKAL
Nifty/gay/urination/A Very Thirsty Day at San Fermín
Nifty/gay/urination/The Hangout Group
Nifty/gay/urination/floorpissing (this is a folder with something like a
dozen stories there!)

Thank you!