The following true story contains consensual teen sex, piss and good hot mansex. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal to read such stories where you live, please leave now. If you found my story stimulating and have comments (or pictures), I'd love to hear from you. You can email me at skinhang@yahoo.com, and please remember to mention the title of the story in the subject line. Also check out Ron Takes Me To Heaven (1/11/08) and Laptop Boy On The Bus (9/2/08) in Urination of course.
On A Mission
July in small town Ohio can be as boring as shit. It was one of those days when you stepped out of the door and a wall of humidity smacked you in the face. The air is so heavy you can barely breathe. Most people stayed in their houses with the air conditioning going full blast. I headed out the door at 7:00 in the morning. It was one of those days that I loved because it made me sweat. It made everyone around me sweat. And I loved the smell of man...watching trickles of body water run out of a man's ripe armpits or down his hairy thighs from his stinking, wet crotch and smelly buttcrack. As I left my house, I knew that I was on a mission.
There was a little roadside rest area just four miles out of town - on the road to Port Washington. My family had been going there since I could barely walk for little family picnics in the evenings after my dad got home from work. We couldn't afford air conditioning so it was our way to get out of the house and breathe some "fresh air". It was a quaint little park along side a cornfield with four picnic tables, two grills and an outhouse - you know the kind that's one little wooden room with a toilet leading to a hole in the ground where when you stand and take a piss you are looking down at the remnants of the many people before you.
Last week I discovered a whole new use for that little park and that smelly outhouse. We were having our usual Wednesday evening picnic and after a couple of hotdogs, potato salad, and roasted marshamallows, I had to empty my bowels. No one else in my family would use the outhouse because they said it smelled so bad. Ever since I was a young child, for some reason, I was extremely eager to use it, drawn by the odor. My dad and two older brothers wouldn't go near it and would just walk into the cornfield to take a piss. I ALWAYS went to the outhouse. This evening as I was sitting on the toilet I heard a big semi pull up. A lot of truckers stopped by there to do their business.
I had noticed a few weeks ago that someone had cut a three to four inch diameter hole right beside the urinal that was attached to the backside of the outhouse. As I was sitting on the wooden seat emptying my bowels, a big, burly man approached the urinal. He whipped out a huge, fat, uncut piece of meat. The hole was big enough that I could just sit back and jack my hard, uncut dick and watch him adjust his fat cock and give a little smack to his huge sweaty, hairy balls. I leaned a little closer to the hole and I could actually smell his dick as he pulled back the skin showing me a shiny knob covered in dick slime. Then he released a torrent of strong smelling, dark yellow piss. As I leaned closer to watch his stream, an unexpected sigh came from deep inside me. Hearing me, he noticed me peeking through the rather large hole and aimed his dick right at me. He pissed in my face and I jumped back, but not before getting my dark black hair and face soaked. Some of his warm urine ran over my lips and into my mouth. The taste was strong. I knew it had been sitting in his bladder for hours.
As it dripped to my tongue, I mumbled to myself, "Fuck! I love it!"
The trucker heard my mumbling and whispered in a voice that my family couldn't hear, "What did you say you little faggot? You like strong, smelly trucker piss?"
"I've never tasted it before, but I think I do, Sir!" I replied.
"Then you're going to love this", he said as he pulled the skin of his dirty dick over my nose and made me breathe. I've always loved the smell of my own uncut cock in the morning, but this was fucking incredible. I stuck out my tongue and tasted the smegma-covered cockhead. It was AWFUL and.........IT WAS WONDERFUL!!!!!
"We truckers never wash our uncut dicks on a long-haul. We save it up for little smalltown queers like you!"
And then he pounded my throat deep and hard. I sucked as best I could. I felt like he might do permanent damage to my vocal chords, but I was in heaven. I didn't care if I could never speak again as long as he fed me dirty mandick. Then I felt it. He almost drowned me with a thick white load of creamy baby juice!
As I was choking it down, he pulled his truncheon out of my throat. He stuffed his meat and balls into his wet jeans and started to leave. When he walked past the door, he looked in and saw that I was just a fifteen year kid covered in his piss and cum.
He was polite enough to say "Thank you!"
And then looking me straight in the eyes added "Pissboy!"
As I heard him drive a way, I was mesmerized by what I had just done. My brothers' laughter brought me back to the world I had forgotten - the one that was just 50 feet away from my debauchery.
I somehow got myself cleaned up and went back to the picnic table worried that I smelled of piss and that my breath reeked of cum and that my family would know what I had done. They were laughing and singing silly songs and had not even missed me. I was in the clear. I got through the rest of the meal without anyone questioning why it took me so long to take a dump, but all I could think the whole rest of the evening was...
"Am I a pissboy?"
So today I am on my way to find out. I'm on a mission. As I am only fifteen, I'm too young to drive. I have to hop on my black one-speed Schwinn and ride the four miles to the outhouse. I must find out if there are other truckers who want to use me for their piss slut and I need to find out how much I truly like it.
In just a pair of crotchworn gym shorts over my piss, cum and sweat stained jockstrap; week old stinky, white athletic socks and my high top black Chucks, I pedaled off on my mission.
By the time I had completed the journey, my hairy chest and thighs were covered in a beautiful sheen of sweat that glistened with the bright morning sun bouncing off it. My unwashed hairy crack was dripping and my own smelly 6 inch uncut cock and swollen balls were stinking up a storm. I was very lucky. Though I was only 5'6" and 140 pounds, every bit of me was muscle from lifting weights and playing football and other sports. I was also lucky that when I walked around the locker room everyone looked at my 6 inch soft cock with the extra inch of overhang swinging as I walked. And now every inch and every muscle was dripping wet.
As I approached the outhouse, I saw that there was only one car in the small lot. I parked my bike at the edge of the cornfield and hurried to the outhouse. No one was inside so I took a seat. As I looked through the hole I saw a man playing with a hard 6 inch, uncut cock. As he pulled the skin back on it, I saw a cockhead covered in smeg. I put my mouth to the hole and immediately it was filled with dick.
"Nice taste," I thought. But the man, whoever he was, pumped very quickly and filled my mouth with sperm within a minute He zipped up and left.
As the cumgiver was walking away, he turned and yelled, "You COCKSUCKER!!!"
He ran to his car in a panic. I turned my head toward the parking lot and noticed a much smaller hole in the other wall and realized that through it you could see who was coming or going. As I peeked through and saw the horrified man get into his Buick, I realized that I had just sucked the dick of our Methodist Minister, the father of five - two of whom were boys who I had sucked off at church camp. THEY never called me a cocksucker. In fact, they kissed me after their dick lickings and sucked their loads off of my tongue. All I knew was that the right reverend's righteous sermons about "Adam and Steve" would never be the same to me.
As I sat there waiting for the next 20 minutes, I stroked my now rockhard 8'5" inch cock, sliding the skin up and down through my slime, tasting the residual pastorjuice on my tongue and wondering who or what would be next. It was only 8:00 in the morning and I'd already had one wonderful load and a great whiff of cockstink. Sitting there taking in the smell of my surroundings and my own sweaty body, I heard a big rig pull up. The screeching of the breaks snapped me out of my self enjoyment. I swallowed the remaining juice on my tongue and looked through the little hole.
Jackpot!!!
Out climbed a beautiful, big, hulking man - about 6' 5" and probably 225 pounds of solid muscle. With no shirt on, his hairy chest and stomach glistened in the sunlight. It was dripping with the sweat of driving a long distance on a hot, humid July day. His levi-covered crotch was wet and bulging.
As my trucker man walked by the door of the outhouse to go to the urinal, I pushed it open just a crack. He looked in and saw me stroking my big, uncut piece of meat.
"HEL-LO faggot," was all he said.
He immediately unzipped his sweat soaked jeans and whipped out one of the fattest, uncut cocks I had ever seen. The veins were popping on it. The smell of his crotch was overwhelming as he grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into it.
"You like the smell of my dirty ballsac and cock? They haven't been washed for days and I've been sweating up a storm. I think you need to give me a tongue bath."
I opened my mouth and one of his huge hairy nuts fell in. I sucked and licked one and then stuffed the other sweaty, hairy ball into my mouth. My jaw hurt I was so full. But the smell and the taste of his pubes made every bit of hurt worth it. His cock started to drip juice that ran down the big vein on the bottom side of his manmeat onto my tongue. I had to have more. I let go of his balls and took the head of his dick in my mouth. I pushed the foreskin back with my boy lips. His swollen cockhead was so fucking rancid - I choked and gagged. He slid it slowly down my throat and, all of the sudden, I realized, "This is a taste I love." Life was changing quickly. I knew that the flavor of dirty dick would always be a part of my life
Trucker man then jammed his elephantine cock so deep down my throat I felt like it was poking out my chest.
"Suck my filthy prick you little fucking faggot asshole!"
"Smell my pubes cocksucker!"
"Drink the sperm that makes my babies you small town piece of shit !"
His pounding got stronger. His name calling got me so hot, he could have done anything to me. All too soon, he shot his thick load down my throat, pulled his dick from my throat and started to zip up.
"But I thought you wanted a tongue bath. I only got to clean your sweaty balls and dirty dick!," I whined at him.
"Sorry pigboy, but once I've cum, I'm done for the day. But tell you what. I'll send my buddy in. He's waiting in the truck."
I hadn't seen his fellow driver. I assumed he was alone.
"Oh, fuck me! Yes!! Another trucker!!!" I said to myself in awe.
Sperm was running out of my dick like a faucet. And I was going to get more dirty trucker dick.
I saw the two men talking in the truck and two minutes later as I looked through the hole I saw the rider walk around the front of the truck. "Oh my fucking god!"
The spitting image of the trucker came walking toward the outhouse. He was about an inch shorter and maybe ten pounds lighter, but he looked just like a younger version of the trucker. He had the same fur covered chest and the same wet bulge in his crotch.
My new cockman opened the door.
"My dad says that you'll give me a tongue bath. I haven't showered in almost a week and I'm stinking real good. You want to clean me up faggot?"
"Your dad?" I asked with a voice that sounded surprised, but extremely excited.
"Yeah, the stud who just fed you piss and cum! He says you'll lick my whole fucking body and clean me up real good fagboy. He said you should take your time and be very meticulous with your tongue cleaning because I've been really stinking up the truck."
"Please! May I?" was all I could say to the 17 year old Adonis.
"Every fucking inch of my young stud body! " said my newfound love. He took off his boots and stood there in the smelliest pair of socks I had ever had the honor to breathe.
He lifted his foot to my face and shoved the sweat stained sock into my mouth. I sucked and tasted his sweaty socks and took in the odor from this foot that had been living in his boot for the last week. It was better than any hit of poppers. I pulled off the sock and sucked each of his hairy toes and cleaned the dirt from between them. I stuck my nose between his toes and breathed his man/boy smell deep into my lungs.
After sucking the stink from his other foot, he pulled it from my mouth and bent over and covered my face with one of the rankest armpits I had ever had the pleasure of whiffing. Armpit is one of my favorite smells in the whole fucking world and this boy reeked to high heaven. I licked and sucked both pits until the smell was almost gone. I wanted to live in his pit forever!
"You think that smelled good, smell this!"
And he pulled the ripest dickskin ever over my nose. He held it tight over my nostrils until I couldn't breathe. But I was willing to die with his skin covering my nose. (And I thought his pits were good.) As I gasped for air, he pulled the skin away.
"Fuck kid, I gotta take a wicked piss. Open your cocksucking faggot mouth."
His now 10 inch swollen, throbbing, dripping, uncut cock jammed into my mouth and let loose with the most acrid taste my tongue had ever encountered. Pissing through his hard on, he fed me what seemed to be a gallon of warm piss. I could barely swallow it all. Then he pulled out and hosed me down mixing his piss with my sweat. I was in love with his huge fucking cock and the flavor of his bladder juice. I WAS a pissboy!
"Can it get any better than this?" I murmured to myself.
"Oh you bet fagboy! You bet!!!" he softly said in a deep, sexy 17 year old voice. He turned around and pulled down his jeans. There was the hairiest, sweatiest, smelliest asscrack I had ever hoped to see!
Now I knew I was a PISSBOY! So was my mission over? Should I set out on a new mission to learn more about myself?
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