The story is completely fiction and involves urination. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal to read it, leave now.
Copyright 2007 by Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you wish to copy it, just ask, please.
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My Pissy Life (oral urination)
I don't remember exactly when I learned to love pissplay. Seems like I always did it, even as a little kid. Soon as I took baths by myself, I loved to stand and pee into the water. Didn't bother me a bit to sit down in it then and take my bath. When I showered, I always peed on myself first. I loved getting my peepee high on my chest.
I do remember the first time I tasted it. It was accidental. Guess I was about 7 or 8. Or maybe 6. I just peed higher than I expected to and got some on my lips. I licked it off, and I loved it.
One of the things I hated about going to school was that you were supposed to pee at a urinal. I loved to peepee sitting on the toilet with my pants down around my ankles, or off completely. I'd spread my legs wide, hold my little dick up, and pee. It felt so good to let my peepee run down my belly and around my peter and drip into the toilet. I'd have to remember to wipe it all off, or as much as I could, or I'd smell like peepee. Not that I minded. I didn't. I kind of liked the smell of peepee. I still do. But some of the other kids would make faces if I got too close. And at a urinal you couldn't see other boys and their peepee because of walls between the urinals.
When I got to junior high, we got to take showers with other boys. I liked that a lot, and I liked pee contests. We'd shoot our piss (I didn't call it peepee anymore) high as we could on the shower wall. I didn't always win, but I always had a good time. I just loved watching guys pee.
Junior high was the first time I ever saw a guy peeing outdoors. We were out on the field one day, and I sat on some of the bleachers for a little bit. I guess he didn't know I was there, but I heard something underneath. When I looked down, I was almost right on top of a guy who had his dick out. I watched him pee until he was done. He never knew I was there.
After that, I peed outdoors whenever I could.
The summer after I graduated from the eighth grade I went to a summer camp, and that was where I met my first peebuddy. One night in the shower Larry started peeing, so I did, too. He grinned at me and pointed his dick at my leg and wet me down pretty good. But I got him back, and even peed on his belly and ass. After that we always tried to take showers when nobody else was there so we could pee on each other. We never talked about it, we just did it.
I remember one night after lights-out we snuck out of the cabin and went into the woods. We were just wearing our underwear, but we took them off when we got to a little clearing. We peed all over each other. God, it was wonderful. I liked Larry. That was the first time I jacked off with somebody, too. I wasn't able to cum yet, but he could. We sat and talked a little, then we peed on each other again. Larry asked me if I wanted a blowjob, so we sucked each other. So that was the first time I tasted cum, too. It was okay, but I liked pee better.
High school was pretty bad. I had gym with a lot of other guys, including seniors. I was smaller than a lot of the other freshmen, so I was usually the one the big guys made fun of. Sometimes they'd make fun of me because I was little -- especially my dick -- and because I was about the only guy who didn't have any hair yet. And sometimes because I was slow. I wasn't stupid, but the mean ones would call me that sometimes. I was just slow. I couldn't cum until right after Christmas my freshman year. I never saw anybody piss in the shower my freshman year, and I was afraid to start any contests.
So I had my pissplay at home. I had to be careful, of course. But we had a showerhead in the basement, and that was where I went to take my showers. There wasn't any stall, just a showerhead in the corner of a room in the basement. I'd get naked and play with my dick for a while. I learned that with a little soap I could play with my ass, too, and I loved getting my finger up there as far as I could. I'd piss and use my piss to keep my peter hard. I'd use piss sometimes on my finger to fuck myself, too.
I also played a lot outdoors. We live in the country, but not on a farm. There were woods all over the place, and I could go out there where there wasn't anybody, take all my clothes off, and be naked as much as I wanted. I started doing that when I was a little kid, and I knew lots of places in the woods where I could get naked and play.
I'd learned in our basement that I could lay with my legs up high against the wall and my shoulders on the floor and piss into my face. I'd do that out there in the woods, using a tree to put my legs on. And sometimes I'd just lay on the ground and piss all over my chest and belly, then use both hands to rub it over everything I could reach -- my arms and underarms, my thighs, around my balls, in my crack, everywhere. It's like taking a bath with pee.
I loved the taste of my piss. When I could -- sometimes in the bathroom or in the basement shower -- I'd pee into a glass or cup and drink it down. I didn't like to gulp it. I liked to sip it and make it last longer. Sometimes I'd come up from the shower with a plastic cup filed with my pee. Then I'd sit down in my room to do my homework and sip my pee while I worked. When it was all gone, I'd go into the bathroom and refill the cup.
My second year in high school was a little better, but I hated it when some of the other sophomores would pick on the littliest guys among the freshmen. I'd usually try to stop them. By then I had some friends in school, and they'd sometimes listen to me. I still never saw anybody piss in the shower room. But there were lots of dicks to watch, all kinds.
But I loved going to the bathroom in our high school. There weren't any dividers between the urinals, and you could watch other guys piss. Lots of guys looked at each other, I found out. They just pretended they didn't.
Sometimes guys went into a stall where there was a toilet to piss. But there weren't any doors on the stalls. I don't know why. Somebody said it's because they didn't want guys going in there to jack off, but I didn't see why anybody would mind that. Anyway, when guys stand and piss into a toilet it makes a lot of noise. And the sound kind of echoed in the bathroom. Sometimes when there were several guys peeing in toilets at the same time, it sounded like a waterfall.
There was this one really cute freshman I sort of rescued one day when some guys were teasing him about something after school, and we became friends. Kirk. He was slim and had a really nice body. He was in my gym class, and I liked showering when he was there, because we'd always turn around so we could look at each other. We'd smile at each other, like we had a secret. We never peed, though.
I invited him to stay over at my house one time, and I took him out into the woods when we got home from school. I showed him how I liked to be naked outdoors, and he took all his clothes off, too. Then I told him we needed to pee on each other. Then we'd really be friends. So we did. We really soaked each other, and it felt good when we hugged each other afterwards.
When it was time to go to bed that night I told Kirk we would sleep naked. I also told him we didn't need to piss before we went to bed. We cuddled for a while, and when he needed to piss, I told him to piss in my mouth, that I wanted to taste him. He did, and I really liked his piss. Kirk drank from my dick, too, and he said he really liked it.
After that night, he came over lots more, usually on Fridays. We always did our homework in my room first, drinking our piss. Sometimes he would drink his and sometimes he would drink mine. We traded. When our homework was done, then we had the rest of the time to play. He was better at homework than me and always finished first. He got better grades, too. Sometimes he could stay all day Saturday and then Saturday night, too.
We always went into the woods to play when it wasn't too cold. We always took showers together in the basement, showering each other with our dicks first. And we always slept naked. Kirk and me sucked each other off, too. And we did it in each other's mouths, too. I liked the way his tasted. But I still liked pee better. I really liked to cuddle with him when we went to bed.
That spring, though, he had to move away when school was over. I really, really miss him. School is out now, and I don't have anybody to play with. Sometimes I go to town, but most of the time I stay home. I wish I had a real friend I could play with. I still pissplay all the time, but it was lots more fun when there was somebody else, too.
Would you like to come and pissplay with me sometime? I wish you could. Let me tell you about me.
I'm 15 now, 16 by Christmas. I'm 5'3" tall -- I told you I'm little for my age -- and I weigh 120 pounds. I have light brown hair. I part it on the right side, and it's not too long. I'm starting to get some hair under my arms, if you're interested in that. And I'm getting a little more around my dick. For a long time I just had a very little, but now it's kind of darker, and there's a little more. Don't have any on my balls yet. They're not a big as most of the boys at school.
Oh, my dick is 4 and a half inches long when I'm hard. I measure it with a ruler. I like to cum a lot. But I also like to just be hard, you know what I mean? I like being naked, but I already told you that. And I like peeing a lot.
I forgot. About my ass. I don't have any hair there. I looked in the mirror. I can get two fingers in my asshole. Kirk didn't like to play with my asshole, or his either. I do that by myself, but I'd like to do it with somebody else. But it's okay if the somebody else doesn't want to play with my ass. The important thing is pissplay. That's what I really like. Well, cumming, too.
Some day I think I'd like to be fucked with a big cock, but maybe not yet.
Could you come and play with me sometime? I live just outside of town. You know where the road goes off to the right just before the bridge over the river? That's our road. Take it, we're the fifth house on the left. I can show you the woods and the basement shower and everything. Maybe sometime you can come sleep over, too.
Please?