Piss on Memory Lane By: A. Cheshire Catt March 20, 2004 E-mail comments to kierkegaard_is_cool@hotmail.com
He was high on something, so was I, we snorted it at the same time.
We were at his girlfriend's cabin and the summer air in the late night was thick. Being bored of the kitchen area, and knowing that he was aching to talk about something I suggested we go for a walk. He said we should take the flashlight but I said we'd be fine, there a heavy moon that night on the horizon and it would provide just enough light. We were quite out of it. Giggling like little kids, the drug had saturated our brains. He said he was horny as we stepped outside.
Out in the country, late at night, under the stars and surrounded by unthreatening forest, we started our short walk. The destination was a creek that we often visited when drunk and stoned. We smoked an unnecessary joint along the way. Almost immediately he started to confess what was on his mind.
"I know you were friends with her for a long time before I met her, but I think we've become great friends too." I could barely even see him but I knew what he looked like. I'd watched him fuck her a couple of times now. He had a great cock, even though he wished it was as big as mine. Mine didn't seem that much bigger though. He had a smooth muscular body, shaggy blonde hair and, one of my favorite features, a great, round ass. Even though we'd been out in the sun all day he was still pale and I loved that milky white skin of his. I craved touching him, but he didn't seem to want that. He was, in my opinion, straight. Even though I was as gay as they come, and he knew it, there was still a resistance to the forbidden fruit that I respected. Respect among friends is attractive. I think I was genuinely attracted to him, but not being allowed made it all seem like lust.
"Do you really like her," he asked me. I told him she was such a bitch, I liked her but I was starting to feel more like I enjoyed his company now and had to deal with her in order to spend time with him. "I feel the same way, you know." We started listing off her bad qualities. The list lasted long enough for us to finish the joint and arrive at the creek. The water rippling in the darkness was the only sound. It was awesome, in the truest sense of the word. We stared with humbled pleasure at the spectacle of the night panorama. We were standing right beside each other.
He said, "I'm leaving her. I'm going to tell her this week. I want us to stay friends though." I was so relieved to hear everything in that sentence. I told him I'd gladly stay friends with him. I also told him I wouldn't stay friends with her. It was as if we were making an oath that we would both commit to. Like young kids who say they'll always be friends and essentially do.
He said, "Oh man, I have to piss."
He started to undo his shorts but got frustrated in the darkness. Before I even thought about it, I was helping him. I'd helped out before, making sure he wasn't choking when he puked, helping him with dinner, fucking her up the ass to help him pleasure her. I'd never touched him though. Perhaps because I'd not said anything to show any pre-meditation, he simply allowed me this. I could feel him growing harder in his shorts. This made me hard. I couldn't help it, as I pulled down his shorts I tenderly groped his shaft.
"Hey now, what are you doing?"
"Helping you piss."
"Are you wanting to hold it for me?"
"Could I?"
Without anything more said I felt his cock swell as the urine made its way out. I felt the torrent vibrating the flesh. I was so hot for him. I couldn't even wait, before he was done pissing I got down on my needs and licked the side of my shaft.
"Dude, you're so dirty."
"You make me so hot, Sean."
He shook out the last of his piss and turned slightly to shove his cock in my throat. Instantly he wrapped his straight hands around my head and pushed himself deeper in me. The drugs helped me relax and I took him all the way in without gagging on him. He fucked my face for nearly thirty minutes on the side of that country road in the pitch black of the summer night. The drug was preventing him from ejaculating easily which was great because I was savoring the feel of it, loving his hot poker being pounded in me. I wanted him to fuck me.
We went over to a patch of grass and I got on all fours and he casually got on his knees, spit on his cock and slid inside me. It sent shiver through that I can remember to this day. I thought of his hot ass twitching as he thrust himself inside me body. We changed positions a few times. I sucked him again and again. He never sucked me, he didn't even touch me. The more he fucked me though the more I knew I could come without his help being stroked. I started to moan and he told me that he had to piss again.
I told him to just piss on me. He laughed, "That's so gross."
"No way dude, it's super hot, and it makes for great lube."
He started pissing on my ass and the smell of it wafted to my nostrils. I was on fire instantly. Soon he got into it and started spraying his gold water all over my back and even a bit on himself. When he was done he shoved back inside me and fucked my ass with passion and determination. When he started to moan and stuff I told him I wanted to swallow his hot cum. I turned around and sucked his cock heatedly.
Again he grabbed my head and pounded his cock into me until he finally burst and his huge load landed on tongue, and on my face. He lay on the grass beside me. I jerked off while he remained swooning.
When I came it was without fanfare. I was so in love with him in that moment. We actually fell asleep there for a minute and at dawn we woken up, sobering up a bit and needed a joint and a blanket in quite a way.
We got back to the cabin and she was there, waiting for us, crying a bit. She'd woken up and didn't know where we'd gone. They got in a fight so I just went in a rolled another joint and poured myself a glass of gin and tonic, then I thought I should make one for him too. I took it to him and lit the joint. It was not revealed to her that we'd had sex. We'd just gone for a walk so that we could talk without waking her up, that was all.
She knew though, she wasn't stupid.
She wanted him to fuck her, he looked at me and smiled. We fucked her and slept till three in the afternoon, then we went back home. By the next Friday they'd broken up, that following Monday she called me and that was the last I ever spoke to her and he's coming over to my place next week.
Will we do anything? Besides drink and use drugs? I don't know to be honest. I think he just succumbed that night, I hope it wasn't a once in a lifetime situation. Do I love him now though, no, I think that aspect of it was just a summer-romance style affair. I miss the debauchery of his companionship. We had so much fun. I'd love to help him piss again, but in a well-lit washroom there are less reasons to help than in a pitch dark roadside situation. I fantasize about him asking me to help him, I can imagine him standing there, flexing that great ass of his, and anticipate the inevitable conversation. I can't wait to revisit, with him, the creek on that memory lane.