Date: Fri, 8 Jan 2021 11:20:58 -0500 From: Bradley Gibbons Subject: Second-Grade Boys at the T-Ball Tree Fort Part 2 (young-friends, ws) Second-Grade Boys at the T-Ball Tree Fort, part 2 by BadBoyKal If you enjoy this story, let me know! Your emails are the only way I'll ever know that anybody's so much as read these things... And I think they're turning out good, but I'd love to hear it from you! Email me at thepatternking@gmail.com. Also, consider donating to Nifty to keep it afloat, if you have the means to help. Finally, I've listed my other stories at the bottom, in case you're interested. Enjoy. PART TWO: HOW'S IT TASTE? In this episode, the boys get crazy. Will's "game" had a monumental and indelible impression on all those young boys. The playground at school would never be the same again! The boys sat in hushed silence around the full bucket, half of them with their waterbottles in their fists, figuring now was the time to use them... the tension was palpable as the boys sat and squirmed, every one of them (minus three or four) dreading the climactic moment of this "game." Nobody wanted to drink pee, and frankly the boys sat their scratching their heads, wondering how they'd gotten roped into this thing. But, still, nobody was gonna say they were chicken. "Anybody not got a waterbottle?" Will queried. Three hands went up. "Well, share with the guy next to you. Anyway, you probably all think I'm crazy. But I swear when you taste it you'll have a different idea. Now, I can't wait a single second more so I'm gonna get my share now!" Will declared. He dipped his waterbottle into the bucketful of piss, skimming off the top, getting just about 40% of it filled. (He wanted to make sure there was enough for everyone.) Immediately he tipped back his head and took a long pull. The boys could see him relax as a shudder went over him and the tent in his shorts got a little bit tighter. "So, who's gonna be next to fill his water bottle? Who's gonna try it first?" There was much more squirming (the few who wanted to drink it too embarassed to admit it amongst the whole crowd, when finally Jonathan stood up. "I don't know about you all, but I didn't come out here just to sit in a circle. Yeah, it's a little weird drinkin' pee-pee, and not to mention it sounds nasty, but I ain't about to give up on Will's game just because of some little butterflies in my stomach." He approached the bucket, set his aluminum bottle carefully on level ground, aimed the spout of the bucket at the top of his water-bottle and poured steadily, filling a good three inches in the bottom. "Alright, here goes nothin'," he said, as all eyes were on his face. Just like that he tilted his head and the bottle way back and took a huge GULP! Apparently nonplussed, he held the bottle nonchalantly like he was drinking milk or juice. In a minute he tried again, this time taking an orderly sip. "Guys" Jonathan said. "This is..." he sped up, getting excited... This is REALLY GOOD. Fuck, I thought Will was crazy, but he knows what he's doing! You all know the smell of a urinal no one's flushed all day--well, it tastes just like that! "If no one else wants to try it then I call seconds!" ("It's that good," he implied.) A few of the boys noticed their was a little blue tent in Jon's shorts that hadn't been there before, either. Most of the boys were pretty stupefied/dumfounded about now. They were faced with this absurd notion that pee--PEE--was something to drink, and they couldn't quite believe their senses at that point, because Will--and then, much more surprisingly, Jonathan--were telling them yes, this is somehow a good idea. That was the majority's view. But there were four or five sprinkled among them with a different kind of perspective. Ones who secretly couldn't wait, whose minds were driven mad with lust about by this naughty idea, this disgusting situation--ones whose penises had been hard since Will first dipped his bottle in the bucket and brought it to his lips. These eager boys were still pretty concerned about where public opinion would land on the whole piss-drinking thing, so they kept to themselves at the start. "C'mon, boys! It's not gonna hurt you. Just try one sip. Just one sip." There was nothing for a moment of tense stillness. Then, simultaneously, two of the other most popular boys: Stanley and Brian--stood up with their bottles. Stanley shoved the bottle in and partially submerged it, letting it fill with three or four inches. He held it in front of his head with "Jackass"-style disgust, and proclaimed "God, it SMELLS!" Brian, meanwhile, took his bottle and skimmed some piss into it almost reverently. As Stanley was making a scene of the action, Brian quietly and simply took a sip. He sat silently while Stanley added, "and I gotta say, Will, if you've led us wrong about this or it's just some sick jokes then there's gonna hafta be some changes around here, just so you know." "Just drink it!" Will responded. He did. "The worst part is the smell," Stanley declared. "But the taste is... not bad. Palatable, anyway." Brian was still savoring the way his single sip had spread urinal-taste to every nook and cranny of his mouth. His tallywhacker was right on the cusp of getting hard, and Brian tried not to think of the way the liquid had come from the dicks of the many boys there. He didn't want to be one of the ones who were tenting their pants: He wanted to keep his cool. As soon as he'd gotten his semi under-control (going soft again) he started sipping slowly at the urine in his bottle--sipping like one sips a glass of wine. At this point, the confounded majority of the boys sitting on the logs were second-guessing their own instincts, at the undeniable positive reaction every boy who'd tried it had had. Maybe pee really WAS something you drink! What did they know? It sounded disgusting, they thought--but it must not be. Stanley said to Will: "Hey, why don't you take the bucket now and go around the circle filling everybody's cups!" Will did it with gladness. Most of the boys, when they got their allotment of the gang's piss, just sat there holding their waterbottles awkwardly. But those four or five who understood the sexiness of this--well, these four or five could wait no longer when the bucket came: They breathed in the piss-stink blissfully, and immediately starting sipping and sipping and sipping. Two boys had dry cums in their shorts, they were so turned on! As the boys finally tried boy piss, the atmosphere began to really loosen up, and they started talking and laughing: there seemed to be an inebriation from the thing that they were all sharing. Will was blown away by how it was going. Absolutely no one present did not like drinking their boy piss mélange! It was practically absurd! Every single one of them liked it--yet half of them LOVED it! And only half of them were those with woodies at the start who'd secretly craved it. The other half just loved the experience of drinking piss. Maybe they liked the rebellious aspect, the shock value. Something about it struck true for them. A handful of the boys just genuinely fell in love with the taste of it. Yeah, that's right: they LOVED THE TASTE OF BOY-PISS. And of the half that loved it, well... they didn't all start out with woodies, it's true. But they all ended up with them. They started shouting out victoriously, playing, trying to one-up each other. (Remember, they're only in SECOND grade.) "I like to drink PISS!" Shouted Shawn. "Warm and yellow and straight from the pecker!" shouted Andy. "I drank my friend's pee-pee and it made my willy get stiff" Timothy beamed with flushed red cheeks. Bobby went even further as he was wont to do, belting out a musical number. "Yummy, yummy, yummy, I want PISS in my tummy!" rubbing his tummy and shouting the word "piss." Everyone dissolved in laughter. "C'mon-- everybody---sing it with me!" But the silliness was soon tempered by the dreadful earnesty of horniness, visiting them mostly for the first time that evening. Todd and Mitch were best friends, and when each had finished his ration of boy piss. "Hey, Todd," said Mitch. "Yeah?" "My pee-pee feels really good. I think it would feel amazing to rub it." "I know, me too..." Presently they both started rubbing the bulges in their shorts. Mitch said: "Hey, I got a better idea. Why don't you rub me and I rub you?" With triumphant devilish grins it was done. The boys right near Mitch and Todd got quieter as they saw what these two were up to. They started paying attention (manual attention) to their OWN preteen boners. Mitch was the first to take it to the next level. They'd just *drunk piss,* so what was a little touching in comparison to that? Without warning, he plunged his hand into Todd's underwear, caressing his cock from head to base. Todd inhaled. It was more than he could bear, how good it felt. "OH MY GOD," Todd managed to get out. "Mitch, that is the best feeling I have ever felt in my entire life." (...Meanwhile, before they knew it it suddenly seemed like... ALL the boys around them had shoved their hands down their pants, the better to tug their weiners with.) Mitch had an older brother, an eighth grader. He had hit puberty and discovered masturbation. The two of them plus their middle brother all shared a room, and Danny (eighth grade brother) was not modest in the least. Mitch knew how masturbation worked. He'd seen it happen plenty of times. He knew they couldn't cum, but that they could get orgasms. He kept stroking his bff, and it didn't take but four strokes! Paul was tuggin' away at his willy inside his underwear, like all the boys on their side of the clearing were doing. He wanted so badly for the feelings to just keep growing until he got what Todd had gotten, but he just couldn't move around that well inside his underwear. Everybody knew it'd be gay to do more than caress themselves in the shelter of their own pants, but Paul just DIDN'T CARE. He whipped out his hand, undid his belt, unsnapped his pants and unzipped the zipper before simply letting pants and underwear fall. Sayyid gasped when he saw Paul's tool. He wasn't the only one to react. A four-inch erection looks positively gargantuan on a second-grader. After Paul, first two, then three other boys around them brought their penises out into the open. Carl was one of them; Dale was immediately to his right. Just a moment after Carl took the plunge, so did Dale. Carl looked enviously at Dale's hard little rod; the next moment he went for it, reaching out to grab his classmate's dong! Dale started breathing heavy and the next thing you knew he had taken up Carl's penis as well. Before either had his dry cum it seemed like the whole clearing was full of boys jacking off other boys! How quickly they left the homophobia behind. How soon moans and shudders rang out from every which way. Lucas had just had his dry cum, and immediately he lost interest in the jacking all around him. He noticed he had to pee again. "I have to pee, Will!" he complained. "Should I go in the bucket again?" "Yeah!" said Will. But no sooner had he said it then did Alastair, a gentleman of an eight-year-old, call out "No, wait! Don't!" "Well what else am I gonna do?" Lucas replied. "You're gonna come over here and you're gonna stick your willy in my mouth, and I'll drink your piss straight from the tap!" A hush passed over the little camp. This was daring and brave and hot, not something they'd had a chance to think about so far. Almost everyone paused their rubbing and jacking to watch what was about to go down. Lucas waddled over to the other half of the clearing, cocklet still hanging out of his shorts. Alastair fell eagerly to his knees. "This is hot," Lucas admitted, despite himself. But his penis was soft as he thrust his pelvis into Alastair's face, the latter letting the little cockhead enter his mouth. It took Lucas a good fifteen seconds to get going, but then it happened: the first of what would be many, many, many from-the-tap-piss-drinks the bunch of boys would soon see and do. It had all of them scratching their heads in wonder. More than one wished he had to piss again, too; more than one wished his neighbor did, so he could drink it! Will's crazy game had been one HUGE success. Before this day, half the young boys in the class didn't know what the word "piss" meant. Now they knew not only what it meant, but rather knew the essence of piss as few others do. The boys had grown up FAST in this last hour, passing milestone after milestone. On the far side of the clearing from Mitch and Todd there were a few boys playing a different game. Samson and Peter had refilled their waterbottles and were taking sips of piss, holding them in their mouths, and kissing each other to share the hot piss. Some boys thought this was strange, but there was enough going on nobody took the kissing boys too seriously. But all the way in the back of their side of the clearing was little Alex. He'd drunk the piss, he'd jerked off his first dry cum, and now he'd put his penis away in his pants where he hung his thumbs out over the fronts of his pockets. He saw the boys giggling as they made their first piss-laced kiss. He watched for a few minutes as the two repeated the stunt over and over again. Suddenly he ran over stopping RIGHT in front of Samson, and his lips were pouting. "Saaam-son!" he whined out, hurt--*I* want to kiss Peter!" "Hey, hey, chill out, babe!" Peter said as he turned the boy around. "I can kiss you too." He leaned in to Alex and closed his eyes. Kissing turned to making out; the boys could taste boy-piss in each other's mouths. Finally Peter broke it up: "Hey, Alex? Wanna try a 'piss kiss' now?" They're really fun. And hot. Alex couldn't've been more down. Soon it was nothin' but three-way piss kisses, over and over. (: One boy would start by taking as big a swig of urine as would fit in his mouth--then they all kissed, and the piss-giver would spray the elixir onto the faces of the other two, whose mouths were wide in an attempt to catch some for themselves...) And on they went, 'til it started to get dark. More boys had to go and shared first "from-the-tap" experiences with others; many more had their first (or second or fourth) dry orgasm; enough boys got refills of pee that the bucket was empty the whole last half-hour they were there. It was a fun day--and, boy, did it change things! From that day on, it would be a very strange day indeed if you went behind the mulberry bushes in the recess field at school during second-grade recess and didn't find at least one happy boy on his knees before another, tongue out or lips pursed, eagerly slurping and swallowing the other boy's pee. It didn't matter if you were the creme de la creme to your peers or the nerdiest outcast in the grade, piss drinking equally enjoyed by all. A boy would round the edge of the bushes already unfastening his belt calling out "I have to pee!" Like as not, three or four boys hanging out back there would fight to be the one lucky enough to get his lips round his little-boy cock. A good half of the boys found they really liked sucking cock, too, even once the piss had run dry. What a bummer it was that none of them could actually produce cum! But some of the craftier (hornier) ones found older brothers or cousins or neighbors quite willing to satisfy their curiosity about that taste. Will would sit on the log behind that clump of bushes the whole recess period, boy-cock out and in hand as he watched his classmates take and give bladderful after bladderful. All he needed to do was quietly chime in with "Can I take this one?" and squabbles over who would be the next piss-drinker were instantly ended. He'd jack on furiously while he drank it, shaking into the ecstacy of his dry cum while his taste buds were still being treated. THE END 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!