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*** This story in two parts, one from the boys side and then from the mans. I hope you enjoy. Any and all feedback is welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com **
I opened the door to my teenage son's bedroom. He was just turned thirteen and liked to spend time in privacy as most boys his age do. His room was adorned with what you would expect, posters on the walls of his favorite movies, some promotional, some just girls, the pictures of which had recently become more and more scantily clad. All that and it wasn't the visuals which hit you first, it was the smell. Although I hadn't found any evidence of it yet, he had clearly started jerking off. He could hide the evidence, but you can't hide the odour. It hit you in the sinuses as soon as you swung his door open.
I couldn't believe he was at that stage in life already, to me he still looked so young. He was still just a boy in my eyes. As his dad, I would never ask him about that sort of stuff though, I was his age once. If my dad ever questioned me about 'that' I would have died of embarrassment and I imagine my son would too.
It was Friday evening, and he was unwinding, lying on his back in his jeans and a red hoodie on his bed, playing with his Gameboy. He had his hoodie up even though it wasn't exactly cold. I needed to ask my son a question. A question in which I had no idea how he was going to react.
But first let's rewind a bit. See it's not all peachy for me right now. Recently I had been diagnosed with a rare illness. A bit of a sudden twist on the tale, right? I was still in my thirties and I had discovered a few things with my body which shouldn't be there, and the blood tests had confirmed it. I wasn't a well man. I had been to a heap of different doctors and they all told me the same thing. It was too far along for a cure or surgery. Eventually though I came upon one crackpot (Hey, I was getting desperate) who mentioned a study which the health department had been working on. A rather unorthodox study, but it had shown promising results. It was fairly secretive due to he said 'society wouldn't accept it' but I was just about willing to do anything at this point.
Basically, it suggested that the urine of younger boys contained trace amounts pure testosterone. The elements of the testosterone mixed in the sterile pee for delivery had some kind of impact on the illness, though they had no clue why. Yeah, it all sounded like complete bullshit to me. Something only some kind of pervert would think up. Was he serious? Did I argue with the doctor? You're damn right I did. I was a married man! The biology didn't even add up plus everything leading up to this point in my life told me this was wrong. I yelled at him many times as he tried to explain the science behind it, eventually sending me home with information about the study. As much as I tried to question it, he was right. It seemed legit, and was working in some cases. What did I really have to lose? That was a few weeks ago now, I would have been back to his practice half a dozen times, wrestling with it, as well as looking at alternatives, but this seemed to be my only hope.
Back to reality, I passed my doctors note to my son James. He had the same quizzical look in his eye than no doubt the same I had when I first read about it. The look quickly turned to curiosity, maybe a bit a nerves, maybe a bit of disgust.
Sensing his confusion, I tried to explain. "My doctor said that there is a trial they're working on, nothing proven yet, where drinking urine can slow the rate of spread. He gave me all the documentation which you can look at because I didn't believe it at first either, but it's all there." I thought summarising it would help, but I think his face scrunched up even more.
He had a lot of questions, which was understandable. I answered them as best as I could.
"Why does it have to be mine?" James asked, still putting it all together. Just his voice reminded me of how young he was. It wasn't even cracking yet.
"It doesn't specifically need to be you, Jimmy. It just needs to be someone around your age. You're going through puberty now, I can tell. It could be another boy but I would prefer it to be, but only if you want to. I won't make you do this if you don't want to. And I trust you to keep it between us."
He blushed a bit at the mention of puberty. Just the word seemed to make him squirm. He eyed the doctors note only briefly before putting it aside. "I trust you dad, and I really want to help. I'm just kinda scared I might make you sick is all."
"You won't Jimmy. I know it's not nice but they have tested this stuff already, and yours won't be any more potent than normal.
"I guess so. It's still gross though."
"I know you're scared son; I am too. But I suspect you have over heard already that I'm not well. You can't really make me any worse than I am and it would mean a lot if you would do this. We don't have to tell anyone. Not even your mother knows about this idea at this stage."
"Aren't you going to tell her?"
"I think we can both decide together when we do that, at another time. What do you reckon?"
"Yeah, I don't want anyone else to know about this..."
"Have a think about it son. Let me know if you have any questions."
With that, I got up to leave. I ruffled his hair as I left, something I had done since he was very young, to let him know I was so proud of him.
"Um, Dad...?"
"Yes Son?"
"Um, I kinda..need to go now.."
My heart did a backflip. I had only intended to have the conversation today, not actually get started on the whole thing. But this felt like the start of it. I had to be brave for the both of us.
"Oh, you need to pee right now?" oh god, am I really about to do this? I looked to his jean covered crotch. Not really sure what I was expecting to see other than the fly of his pants.
"Uh, yeah ... I was about to go just before you came in." he replied softly.
We stood there for a moment; I think we were both trying to come to terms with what we had to do. I don't know whose heart would have been beating faster, mine or his. He started moving first, fumbling with the button on his jeans, pushing them down to reveal his boxer briefs. He only got so far; his light blue boxers were the only thing shielding my eyes from his boyhood. I noticed his legs were still completely hairless, at least his thighs were. He stopped again when his jeans were bunched around his knees, just his boxers left in place.
"Couldn't I just like, pee in a cup or something?" he suggested, hesitating at the last step.
"It's completely up to you. The study did find that taking it straight from the penis had better results, but I'm just as happy to drink it from a glass if you'd prefer to be more private."
"I'm not really scared. I dunno. I just don't want you to see my dick ya know?"
"I know, I was your age once. Shall I go grab a glass or do this later?" Was I trying to talk myself out of it or him?
He thought about it for a moment, then with a big breath he pushed down his underwear too. I saw his penis for the first time since he was a toddler. He was uncircumcised of course, a decision his mother and I came to agreement on quite quickly. His foreskin was short, only covering about half way down his glans. He had a few strands of hair above the base of his penis confirming that he had started puberty like I thought. I was a little proud to see it if I had to be honest. My boy was starting to become a man. Very early stages yet, but he had started, and could likely cum too. His soft little 2 incher was on top of a nice plump little sack, which was still smooth and hairless. The shape of his balls making little valley down the middle, which his little shaft rested on.
I leaned down towards his groin, getting a whiff of his crotch as I drew in close. I mix of Axe deodorant and teen boy sweat greeted my sinuses. He wasn't dirty or anything, just that area tended to have its own scent, and after a day of school, and action, his boy aroma was emanating from his crotch. He jerked a bit when I reached out and took his penis between my thumb and forefinger. I pulled his back his foreskin completely exposing his pink glans. There was a little bit of clear wetness there, perhaps he was 'in the act' not long before I came into his bedroom. The juicy reddish pink glans with his pee hole soon to transfer its offering. I gave him a knowing look, then steered it towards my mouth popped it in my mouth. I held it between my lips, just tight enough so it wouldn't slip out, the tip still a little slippery and extra salty from his earlier actions. I could feel his warm smooth skin of his shaft against my lips.
We sat there like that for a moment, with him docked inside my mouth. I waited patiently for his stream to start. I took the time to look at his mostly still bald pubis. No hair down there save for the couple of aforementioned strands at the base. It was still at that silky hair stage, not wiry like we all end up with. He did have some peach fuzz around his legs though too. I could feel his tummy rising and falling as he concentrated on his task.
"Sorry..It's kind of hard with you down there." he said quietly.
"It's okay, take your time" I said carefully, a little muffled with his cock still in my mouth. To tell the truth there was a part of me that still wanted him to back out. This was someone's piss I was about to drink. Somehow it being my son made it a little more comforting, but not by much.
Suddenly I felt his dick swell slightly then twitch in my mouth a fraction of a second before I tasted the hot salty liquid on my tongue. It was just a single squirt, but it was like an explosion in my mouth. This was his piss in my mouth. It was acrid, and strong. Hot, but not bad really. Like one of those hot lemon drinks, you have when you have the flu, but with a bit of salt as well. The first taste would have only been barely a teaspoon worth, but it was intense. It wasn't a burning sensation, but it was dense, and unfamiliar. I willed myself and swallowed down his meagre offering.
"Are you okay dad?" James asked, self-conscious of what had just happened.
I moved my hand and gave him the thumbs up as I felt his trickle resume in my mouth. It was a more consistent flow now. He delivered his pee directly into my mouth, enough of it starting to fill me up that it was washing around the inside of my cheeks as I swallowed it down. This time it was more of a torrent. If you imagine sucking a straw that was made of warm liquid, gushing out the tip of his prick it was kind of like that.
His piss would have been flooding my mouth for a good 10-20 seconds before the stream slowed. I kept my lips sealed around the end of his cock for a short time afterwards too as I could feel him flexing his bladder to make sure he had it all. The last few concentrated drops falling onto my tongue. I was aware I might have been leaning my face a little heavily on his balls as my head was getting tired, but then he finally pulled away, his penis slipping from my mouth, with no spillage. I quickly wiped the remnants inside my mouth and swallowed the last of it.
I looked up at him, and he was looking back at me. I gave him a smile, and he asked how it tasted.
"It was okay. It wasn't as bad as I had built it up in my head as. Are you okay?"
"Yeah I guess. Was just hard to get started, but I suppose I'll get used to it."
Without warning and curiosity striking I gently took his balls in my hand, feeling the size of his precious young jewels. They would have been barely bigger than a marble still, so I suspected he still had a long way to go before fully mature. Then just out of curiosity I lifted them just to peek underneath. He gasped as I continued to appraise everything, touching him so intimately. All smooth under there as well, and the line at the base of his buttcrack was still as smooth as the day he was born. Still so early into puberty, I suspect I had many months of piss drinking ahead.
I looked back at him and gave him a wink.
As I fondled him, his penis started to grow at all the attention. "Dad, stop."
"Just having a look. You're so young yet so grown up Jimmy. Now put it away in case your mother comes in. "
"Yeah' right, okay. Thanks dad... I think." Pulling his jeans back up and tucking himself back in.
"You'll let me know when you need to go again? Maybe just before bed?"
"K... See you then."
James's Perspective
My life is a drag. My parents have been arguing a bunch lately, they think I don't know. They try to keep it in their bedroom, but I have heard some things they probably don't want me to hear. I know my dad hasn't been well for a while, and he is having trouble. The doctors say there is no cure, but he keeps looking. I wish they would just tell me, but I guess they're protecting me. I'm not a kid anymore though, and I want to help. I wish they would just treat me like an adult. I might be 13 but I am pretty mature. My friends all say I am.
Life sucks though, it gets too much sometimes. I just like to chill in my bedroom with my games and zone out. At least I have my room to escape the world and have some time to myself. The one thing my parents do right is they give me privacy. They always knock on my door before they come in, I don't know if they realise how much I appreciate that considering I started jerking off lately. I thought there was something wrong with me at first but I looked it up online and saw it's all part of growing up.
I usually hear them coming even before they knock, but just the extra notice is good. Tonight was no different, I had jerked off about 20 minutes ago, and was relaxing when I heard probably my dad approaching the door. His footsteps were heavier than moms.
I said for him to enter. He had a look on his face I had seen a bit of lately. A look that he was deep in thought, and I knew it was finally time he was going to tell me what was going on.
Dad explained that he had an illness that normally wouldn't have a cure, but he had found a doctor who knew about some studies were going on. I knew he wasn't well, but I didn't know it was this serious. It sounded like his time was running out and I didn't want to lose my dad. He handed me some papers which looked all official. It had my dad's name on it, and something about a treatment which was still being worked out. I couldn't believe what I was reading, there was no way.
It said something about a trial, and people drinking pee. Yuck. Something in the pee of boys might work in making the people better. It had to be boys around my age because we were growing up, I didn't really understand that part. Something from our balls? I dunno what that has to do with my pee, I thought it was all separate. I thought about all the times I had pee'd, why would someone ever have the idea of drinking that stuff. And now this paper seems to suggest my dad has to do it to get better?
"You have to drink..peoples pee?"
"I don't like the idea much either, but I'm willing to do anything to stick around for you and your mom"
"But it's pee though!" I said, kind of grossed out by it.
I nodded with understanding. "I'm not exactly looking forward to it. So, what do you say? Will you let me drink yours?"
"Why do you want to drink mine?"
"It doesn't specifically need to be yours. It just needs to be someone around your age. You're going through puberty now, I can tell. It could be another boy but I would prefer it to be you if you want to. And I trust you to keep it between us."
How did he even know that about me? I swear they have cameras hidden in my room or something. "I trust you dad. I'm just a little scared that I will make you sick"
"You can't make me any worse than I am and it would mean a lot if you would do this. We don't have to tell anyone, not even your mother knows about this at this stage."
We sat for a moment, then he ruffled my head and got up to leave. I had always been one to chicken out of stuff if I thought about it too long, and I knew I had to do something to help my dad. Anything.
And I knew I had to to go.. so it was now or never.
"Um dad? "
"Yeah son?"
"I kind of need to go for a pee right now"
Dad turned back around slowly to face me. I realised then and there that he was just as scared as me. I saw him look from me, down to my pants and back.
"Oh, you need to 'go' now?"
"Um, yeah I was about to just before you came in." I figured I would be the one to make the first move. I stayed where I was, and started undoing the button on my jeans. Was I really going to do this? Get my junk out with my dad here? Oh man.. He wouldn't have seen it since I was little, this was so embarrassing and I hadn't even started yet. My hands were shaking, and he was watching me struggle. "Couldn't I just like, pee in a cup or something?"
"It's up to you Jimmy. The study did find that taking it straight had better results, but I'm just as happy to drink it from a glass if want."
I thought about it, and realised my brain was trying to talk me out of it like it always did. I had to do this right for my dad. I took a breath, and then pushed everything down. I sort of just took the sides and shoved everything down to my knees at once. I only needed to have my shaft out but I was so determined everything was out in the open, my dick, my balls, the lot. I felt the cooler air on it as it was exposed for all to see. I saw dad looking at it. Looking at me with my cock out. He wouldn't have seen it since I was a baby. I was obviously bigger than I was then now, and I had some pubes now too which he wouldn't have known about. He was staring at it for what seemed like ages. At my dick, and my balls. I was starting to think something might be wrong with it for how long he was looking.
"Is it normal Dad?"
"You're fine Jimmy, you're growing up so fast"
He finally bent down close to it. I could feel his hot breath on me as his face went up to inches from my crotch. He reached out with his hand and touched my dick for the first time. Noone had touched me like that as long as I could remember. He pulled back my foreskin and I saw there was still some pre there from earlier. Crap I know he I would have been jerking it. He moved the skin around checking it all out.
"Sorry..um.."
But he didn't say anything, he just took my softie in his fingers and put it straight in his mouth. Then he got even closer and I could feel the rough hair bristles on his chin against my balls. His hot breath replaced the cool air around my balls and I could feel the wetness of his mouth all around my cock, and his rough tongue. Every time he took a breath I could feel it blow around down there around everything.
He didn't suck it or anything, so it wasn't a blowjob or anything, he just put it in his mouth and kept it there, waiting for me to start. I had never been a nervous pee'er before but doing like this made it difficult to start. I shut my eyes and tried to imagine I was somewhere else. I was busting to go, I just had to put my mind to it. It took ages, but he stayed in place. I was nervous I was taking too long; he wouldn't want to be tasting my dick in his mouth forever. Come onn.... I didn't want him to think I was delaying on purpose. Finally, I felt the signs of my pee starting.
I only let out a little bit at first. It wasn't intentional, I think it was still some nerves of what I was doing, and worry I was going to make my dad sick somehow. I saw him flinch as he would have tasted the first trickle, but he said he was okay, so I let him have the rest. It was weird feeling my dick pissing but not seeing it. I could see my dad swallowing over and over again though. It seemed to keep going on forever but he kept swallowing it. I couldn't describe how it felt for someone to be drinking my pee, let alone it be my dad doing it. I could see why people liked the power of it all. I felt the urge to thrust in his mouth, but I had to will myself not to. I was peeing, this was for my dad and not a blowjob. The instinct was strong to reach out and hold his head as I emptied into him, but I held back. I continued to feel the buzzing of my dick pissing and knowing dad had to take it all.
When it finally slowed down, I made sure it was definitely all gone, feeding him the last few bits. He still stayed there and diligently swallowed the last few drops. He pulled back and my dick fell from his mouth at last. He looked back and me and gave me a smile.
"How did it taste?" I asked him.
"It was okay. It wasn't as bad as I had built it up in my head as.
He was still down there, and he reached out and grabbed my nuts, moving them around his hand. He felt the size of my balls in my ballbag, then looked right between my legs! What the hell was he doing? I probably should stop him, but he was so careful with his touching, and it felt kinda nice him checking me out now. I think I was getting over being embarrassed. It actually felt cool with him checking me out down there and he was being so careful with me. He had seen and tasted my dick already and now he was touching my balls and looking at my taint. I dunno what he was looking for.
His put his big finger down there, right down near my bum! This was going a bit too far for me and I was feeling myself starting to chub up down there. I didn't want to go down that path, at least not yet. "Dad, stop.."
"Sorry son, just wanted to have a look at you. You're so young yet so grown up Jimmy. Now put it away in case your mother comes in."
He gave me a wink and told me to put it away, which I gladly did, pulling everything back up to its hiding place. He asked when I was going to go again next and I told him I usually go just before bed, so I would see him then.
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