Piss Buds

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This chapter we're finally going to find out what the hell is up with Adam! This one gets pretty dirty, dirtier than the previous chapters. If that's your thing, great! If you think it's too much, hold on for chapter 7, which is gonna be a little bit more wholesome - all about Brody and Derek's passionate reunion.. ;)

------------ Piss Buds Part 6 ------------

"Hey man," I said. "What's u-"

"Shut up," his voice was harsh as he cut me off. The look in his eyes was still one of amused contempt, but much more leaning towards contempt at the moment. He grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around, my dick hanging out of my fly, a dribble of piss from the stream I'd barely had a chance to start fell onto the floor.

"What the hell, man?" I protested.

"I know what you dirty fags are doing," he said. "I saw you in the washroom today. I saw all of it. You two didn't even have sex, you just swallowed each others piss and then went on your merry way. I watched the whole thing."

"I think you're wrong," I said. "Drinking piss is sex."

"That's fucking weird dude." He scowled. "It's dirty and it's disgusting."

"I like it," I said. "So I'm gonna do it."

"Fuck." He moved across the bathroom and punched one of the stall doors, making a loud clunk. Then he looked to the door, nervous someone would come in. His gaze moved to my face, and now there was a look of fear in his eye. I saw him glance downwards, then back at my face? Was he looking at my dick?

"You can't do disgusting shit like that just because you like it. It's not okay, I mean, it's unsanitary and shit."

"Not really.. I mean.. It's a taboo, but it's safe," I said, watching his face, he was definitely looking down at my dick, which was still hanging out of my pants from when I was standing at the urinal.

"Doesn't matter... You can't... You can't just... Then everyone would just... " Adam looked like he was about the punch the stall again, but he stopped himself. He looked back at my eyes, angry again. "We all just can't do whatever we want."

Now I thought I was starting to understand the situation. It was all clicking into place.

"And what is it that you want, Adam?" I said. "Is it something you don't think you can have?"

"No. Nothing." he said, but I saw his eyes flick downwards, back at my crotch.

"It's okay," I said. "There's nothing wrong with it."

"No," he said again, sounding less and less sure.

I placed my hand on his shoulder, and applied some gentle downward pressure. "It's okay," I said. "We both want the same things, you and I, there's no judgement here."

Adam slowly succumbed to the pressure of my hands, and sunk down onto his knees in front of me. I took a step up closer to him, so that my dick was so close I could feel his breath on it. He looked up at me, eyes searching for something. I smiled back, warmly, comforting. I shot a little bit of piss out of my dick, and it hit him on the chin. Unlike Brody and I, he was clean shaven, and it dribbled off the skin of his face to the ground.

Adam touched the piss with his fingers, and slowly brought his fingers to his mouth, eyes closed with a look of relief as he relished finally giving in to the desire he'd been fighting. He looked up at me again, suddenly, seeming unsure of himself. He looked around the bathroom, it was deserted, and he almost tried to stand up, but I kept my hand gently on his shoulder. Then, I moved it to the back of his head, and pulled it closer to me.

Instinctively, he opened his mouth, and my dick slipped inside.

"It's okay," I said again. He looked unsure, but he kept my dick in his mouth. "Just let yourself enjoy it."

I relaxed my bladder just a little, and gave Adam what I assume was his first ever mouthful of piss. I saw the look on his face change from one of confusion and sadness, to one of intense excitement, relief, and then craving.

He swallowed, and looked up at me, expectantly. He wanted more.

So I gave him more. In fact, I let go entirely. I wanted to give him the amazing sensation of fighting to keep up with my stream, which he did, very well. Only a little spilled out, and it fell down his chin onto the tile floor.

My stream went on for quite some time, and I watched as with each gulp Adam was transformed from a simpering, scared looking boy, into an aroused, sexually realized man. The sense of his catharsis was total.

As it began to slow, I heard Adam groan, and sigh. He looked like years of tension had melted from his face. As the stream finally ran out, I took my dick from his mouth, letting the last few squirts fall on the floor. Adam sat back on his ass on the floor of the bathroom, looking breathless . He smiled, almost a laugh, and looked up at me.

"I want more," he said, simply.

I laughed. "Well, I'm fresh out. We spilled some on the floor though, if you want to clean that up."

I saw the thought land in his mind. He put his hands on the tile and got onto all fours. He looked at the puddles of my piss on the tile floor, and then up at me, as if to ask 'is this really okay?'

I gave him a nod, and he lowered his face to the tile, slurping loudly at the biggest puddle first, and then the smaller ones. Then he started licking the tile, frantic for more.

"Hey! Hey. It's okay." I told him. "Leave it. There will be plenty more where that came from."

I saw him look up at the urinals, I saw the gears turning in his mind. There were three of them, and he crawled to the one closest and looked inside. There was nothing, just clear water. Same with the second. Same with the third. Instead, he just started licking the porcelain rim, trying to clean off the dried yellow spots that still remained.

Then, I heard the door to the washroom open. Adam turned away from the urinal, and towards the door. The guy who had entered must have been another student. A Latin guy, taller than me, maybe 6'2" with dark skin and a patchy beard, carrying a bunch of books under his thick arms.

Adam looked at me and blushed. Had this guy seen what he was doing?

The guy looked at me, then shrugged and walked right up to the third urinal, the one Adam had just been licking, the one Adam was still sitting beside. The guy positioned himself right in front of it, cornering Adam in. Between the wall, the urinal, and his body, there was nowhere Adam could go. Then, he undid his fly, and pulled out a massive looking soft, uncut, dark skinned dick. He was turned slightly, so that I could see everything.

The Latin guy sighed, and piss started to flow out of his dick, only it wasn't directed at the urinal, or at least, not the one made of porcelain.

At first he pointed the stream right at Adam's shirt, wetting it thoroughly. Then, he directed it upwards towards Adam's face. Adam opened his mouth, instinctively, and let it fill. Then he swallowed, and a bunch splashed down his front. I felt my dick getting hard yet again. Adam clobbered at the crotch of his pants, pulling his short cut dick out and furiously jerking it off.

The stranger then directed his piss down into Adams lap, so that the motion of Adams jerking splashed it everywhere, including the strangers pants.

As the strangers stream started to slow down, Adam tried to catch as much of the piss in his mouth as he could. Then, the stranger zipped up, turned, and left, as if he'd just used a urinal and nothing more.

I got down on my hands and knees and crawled over to Adam, and we kissed. I hadn't realized, but he still had a mouthful of the strangers piss, which he spit into my mouth. It was strong, but had a sweetness to it. I hear that artifical sweeteners can come out in the pee.

I swallowed the strangers piss, and leaned over, taking Adam's slimy, piss covered cock in my mouth, jerking it, wanting to help him cum. And cum he did. Spasmatically. Intensely. Violently.

I swallowed his thick load and backed off of him. He relaxed back against the wall into the corner beside the urinal. His dick, now softening in his lap, started releasing its own pent up piss. He made no effort to direct the stream, just let it casually flow out all over his lower abdomen, and crotch area, adding to his already soaked clothes.

I put my mouth back on his dick and let his piss fill my mouth a few times. It was strong. Not as strong as Brody's had been this morning, but still strong.

Then I stood back up, my knees and hands were covered in Adam's and that stranger's piss, but Adam was soaked in it.

"We're disgusting," he said, but this time he looked happy about it.

"Yeah," I said. "We are. In a totally sexy fucking way."

The bathroom we were in opened right into the front foyer of the library. That meant that it wasn't far to the door. But it also meant that the check out desk was ten feet from where we had to get out.

I exited first. I had washed my hands off, but my knees were still wet with piss. Nevertheless, between the two of us I was the most presentable. So I exited the washroom and walked up to the information desk. I saw the clerk look at my wet pants, but she didn't say anything.

I went up to the desk and asked her what the process was for ordering books that weren't available at our library. As she began talking I tried to draw her gaze in the opposite direction of the bathroom door, but it wasn't easy, it was right there, and when Adam made for the front door, she must have saw him.

--Adam--

Derek pressed down on my shoulders, and I sunk to my knees, feeling humiliated. His dick was out, and he jammed it in my mouth. I protested, vaguely, but he didn't listen. He knew I wanted it. He knew why I followed him and Brody into the bathroom today. Why I watched what they did, why I couldn't stop thinking about it. Why I'd confronted him here at the library urinals.

I was a fag, a good for nothing disgusting piss drinking fag just like them.

He started pissing in my mouth, but there was too much, and I coughed, spitting it up on the front of my shirt. The taste wasn't what I'd expected. I'd always thought it would be salty, but this tasted more like watered down beer, but with an indescribable something else to it as well.

"I want more," I said, looking helplessly up at him. He smiled warmly at me. I think he was trying to comfort me. Then the piss started shooting out of his dick again, his dick that was sticking out through the fly in his pants. Just like he was using a urinal. It splashed across my face, and so I opened my mouth and went right for his cock, sucking it like a straw, sucking the piss right out of it.

Every time I swallowed another mouthful of warm piss, I knew more and more that this is what I'd always wanted. Why sex with girls had always seemed so shallow and pointless. This was who I am. It was who I'd always been, whether I liked it or not.

I sucked his dick until the stream finished completely, and then I sat down on the floor, feeling tired, feeling dazed and unsure of myself.

"I'm a disgusting pig... " I muttered to myself.

"Hey!" Derek said, sharply. I looked up at him, and his look was one of genuine concern. "There's nothing wrong with what we're doing. Enjoy yourself. Love yourself. Lick the rest of that piss up off the floor."

I did. I slurped at the tile floor, sucking the now cold piss into my throat. Could I love myself and do what I was doing? It didn't seem possible, but Derek seemed to think it was.

"What the fuck, man?" I heard the deep booming voice, followed by the closing of the door. I turned, and saw Martinez, one of the forwards on the basketball team, had entered the library bathroom. Derek stood over me, dick hanging out of his fly, and I sat slurping piss up off the tile floor.

"Hey man, we don't want any trouble," Derek said.

"No trouble," said Martinez. Then he looked at me. "Hey you're doing such a good job cleaning the floor, why don't you go clean off that urinal there for me before I use it."

I looked at Derek, and he shrugged. I wanted to do it, my aching boner was proof enough of that. I crawled over to the dirtiest urinal, and started licking at the dried yellow spots of piss. With my hand, I pulled my dick out of my pants and started jerking it as I cleaned the urinal.

Martinez walked up to the urinal, and, as I was cleaning it, pulled out his dick and started pissing on my face. It was stronger than Derek's piss, more yellow. A lot of it got in my mouth, but he also started to just hose me down with it, all over.

Suddenly Derek was on the floor beside me, and he clamped down on Martinez' cock, until his mouth was full, and then he kissed me with it, and we shared it as Martinez directed his stream down at my jerking cock, and I splashed his piss all over the three of us.

When Martinez was done, he winked at me, and then turned around and walked out. I didn't have time to process what that all meant before Derek started jerking my dick for me. He looked me in the eyes and said "You're beautiful Adam. We're beautiful and this is beautiful." I started to cum in his hand. He bent over and took my still orgasming dick into his mouth, taking the last few squirts into his mouth, and then he looked at me, swallowed, and smiled.

I was soaked, and he was pretty wet too. Now that I'd orgasmed, the reality of where I was dawned on me again. I had to walk out of the library dripping with piss. Speaking of which, I realized, I needed to go.

"You wanna drink mine?" I asked Derek.

"I can't," he said. "My stomach. I've drank so much today. Just let it out right where you are. I wanna watch you get it all over yourself."

I leaned back against the wall beside the urinal, and started letting my piss dribble out of my dick, and then pour out of my dick. I shot most of it up at my shirt, pushing hard enough whenever I could to catch some in my mouth, and swallow it.

Derek watched this, almost lovingly. He really had a way of making me feel okay with all of this. I'd never thought this could be okay.

I stood up. There was piss all over the floor now, running towards a drain in the middle of the room.

Together, we made a break for the door of the library. I think the receptionist must have seen us, we were impossible to miss, two big dudes drenched in piss.

We crossed the campus down through the park, and Derek led me up to his apartment. It was nice. He led me into the bathroom, and invited me to take my piss drenched clothes off. We threw them into a laundry basket, to which he added all of his sheets, and another pile of wet clothes that were laying in his tub. We showered together, washing each other off, and then Derek gave me some clean clothes that were too big for me. Then he told me to wait on the couch while he went to throw our stuff in the laundry. When he came back, he sat beside me, and offered me a joint.

"So, was that your first time?" He asked, taking a puff and passing it, coughing, because he sucked so hard. "I mean, with guys, or with piss, or whatever.

"Kinda.. well.. no," I said, but then, stopped, thinking. Could I really tell him about this? It had been my private shame for years, but I knew he wouldn't see it as shameful.

"What happened?" He asked.

I decided I might as well tell him. Shit, it would be good to talk about.

"Well, it was when I was fourteen. I had just moved to a new city, and was going to a new high school for my freshman year. Back at my old school, I'd been one of the best basketball players on the team and everybody kinda respected me for that. But at my new school, I was just a nobody freshman. I tried out for the team, and only made second line, there was some stiff competition.

During the first month of basketball practices, I got to know a few of the guys better, but nobody really became my friend.

One day when we were changing, I went to use the urinal, and I kinda looked over at Chris, who was a starting forward, big guy, a senior, already had chest hair.

He looked at me and said `Dude if you wanna see it here I'll give you a better look' and he turned from the urinal to face me, still peeing. His waved his dick around and pissed on my jersey and my basketball shorts. The other guys saw what was going on and started laughing, so he kept doing it.

I was just standing there, kinda shocked. I should have stopped him, but I just let him do it, because I liked it. And them him, or one of the other guys, noticed my dick was hard. I hadn't even noticed, I was so floored by what was going on, but my basketball shorts were bulging out like crazy.

They started yelling shit like "Oh my god he likes it he's a faggot," and then two more of them started pissing on me. They were like "Jerk your dick faggot," and I did, I pulled my shorts down and came in like two seconds. After I came down from the orgasm, they were still pissing on me, and I just snapped. I punched Dave, the senior who'd started it. He told the other two guys to attack me, but they wouldn't because I was covered in piss.

I went home and cried for hours. I refused to ever go back to that school. My mom tried everything, but I wouldn't do it. Eventually, we had to move so that I could be in another school district. Shit was different that time around. I made sure nobody fucked with me at my new school. I've made sure nobody's fucked with me since."

"Whoa," Derek said. "I'm really sorry that happened to you man."

"Thank you." I said. I started to feel like crying, but I swallowed it down. "It's okay."

"I can't lie though. The scenario you described.. It was pretty fucking hot. Like I mean... divorced from the context of it being a terrible experience for you." Derek gave me this cute little half smile, framed with his fuzzy stubble, it was too adorable.

This was all too confusing. What was I going to do? Come out and be gay? Drink piss and be a urinal for the rest of my life? That had always seemed crazy to me, like, I couldn't do that. But Derek seemed so fine with it, maybe that was possible for me too.

My mind drifted back to the bathroom today. It felt like the reality of what happened was sinking in.

"And now today," I said. "The same thing happened with Martinez. I was going to try out for the team next semester, but not now."

"Martinez? Is that the guy in the bathroom? You know him?"

"Yeah, he's a forward on the team. We have mutual friends -- not that I can ever show my face around them again."

"Sure you can. He's not gonna say anything. I guarantee it. He wants to do that again. He was into it."

"Maybe."

The joint we'd been smoking was finished. I was tired -- totally beat. I decided to call it a night. Derek told me I could take his clothes home, and come back for mine another day. Brody wasn't gonna be in the room, so I'd have a rare night to myself.

I had a lot to think about.

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