Searching For A Fill-Up by BadBoyKal
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Ky and Alex were at the campus bar--supposedly for a normal night of drinking, Alex thought--but he had no idea what he was in store for. He had a beer, and then another, just loosening up. Being new to the school, he didn't know many of the people there. It took him a minute to notice something unusual... there wasn't a single woman in the place! All men. Alex thought that was hot. Who knows what might happen?
Alex emptied the last slosh of beer out of the can. He'd been drinking a boring domestic light beer, 'cause it was cheaper, but he wanted something a bit more interesting now. He turned to Ky (his roommate and boyfriend)! And asked, "Hey, what are you drinking?" Ky's pint glass was one-third full of a richly golden brew. Ky said:
"Actually, Alex, this is a fill-up."
"What's that?" Alex asked.
The boyfriend shoved his glass into Alex's hand. "Just try it."
Curious and intrigued, Alex took a big sip. ...And the moment the taste hit his taste buds, he was just about to explode from horniness. IT WAS PISS! Alex knew the taste well, having rapidly become a full-on piss pig after meeting Ky.
"Fuck, man! Can I have a 'fill-up'? Please, please?"
"Unfortunately, babe, my tap is dry atm. But don't be shy--ask around. Everyone knows what a fill-up is and most will be happy to give it to you! This one, for instance, came from the guy playing pool with the beard! Nice huh" he said as he took another pull from his cup.
'Fuck yea!' I thought.
Okay, I can do this. I looked around from group to group. The closest duo were two scrawny nerdy-lookin' kids---I thought <I think I'll pass.> I skipped past another two guys and on to a group of four... <That kid's hot,> I thought --but then he must've gotten to the exciting part of his story because he start- ed gesticulating like wild. <I won't be able to hold his cock steady! That won't do!> Finally I saw just what I was lookin' for. Two groups over from Ky and the rugby players was a couple chill laid back dudes, pullin' on some Bud Light cans--and I knew I'd found it! On the left was a tallish, jacked black dude whose dreads fanned out from underneath a black backwards NBA cap, and standing right across from him just shootin' the breeze with him was what I guessed was a Puerto Rican kid, average height but pretty muscular, skin the color of caramel and the widest, most infectious grin. BINGO! I took a deep breath in and walked straight up to 'em, empty glass front & center.
"Uh, excuse me, guys..." the two stared at me stammering in silence. <Not the friendliest of audiences!>, I panicked in my head before forcing myself to spit out the words. "I'm looking for a... a fill-up" (yeah, that sounded totally con- fident!) "and I was wondering if either one of you dudes would mind helping a brother out, so to speak..."
The black dude looked at me like I'd said the naturalest thing in the world. "Yeah, I can piss! Hold my beer a sec," he said to his buddy. "Actually, bro," said the other hot guy, I could use a piss too! The more's the merrier for a fill-up, right?" Before I knew it the duo had taken my empty glass and given me both their beers, one in each hand. I gawked as almost in unison each one zipped his fly down--the one on the left loosing his belt and shorts button first, while the one on the right just zipped straight down and fished his cock out through the hole. Right there in the middle of the campus pub I was watching two fine pieces of college meet bring their junk out and nobody was batting an eye! This was HOT, and you bet my cock knew it. The Puerto Rican guy held the glass between them, and they drew closer together to be able to both fill it up at once. The black guy's stream started nice and easy, with the other's joining just a second later. I watched mesmerized as the two streams--both a neutral color, not too light and not too dark--sent the piss level in my 16-oz glass shooting up, making me certain for a moment they'd overshoot and leave a puddle on the floor! I held my breath... fifteen seconds... twenty... twenty-five... then, somehow, almost like magic, both boys' streams dwindled gracefully. The latin boy finished first and agressively shook his dick with a downward motion, into the glass... the black guy breathed a sigh of contented relief before wrapping up and almost lazily squeezing his hose at the base, the last drops of his load lingering from his cockhead for a minute before falling inertly to the glass. There couldn't've been more than a quarter-inch left! They'd some- how managed between the two of them to fill it perfectly.
Right at this moment a trio of new guys walked into the bar, two looking pretty chill and normal but one who was hyped way up! "I want a fill-up, guys, I want a fill-up" said the thin short manic kid with a stringy mop of dirty blond. He was jerking around between his two friends, looking this way then that, when his attention snapped over to what was just finishing happening with me and my volunteers. "I WANT WHAT THAT KID'S HAVING!" he blustered triumphantly, pointing straight at me. "Glass, Peter, glass!" said the enthusiastic freshman (by the name of Jason) as he snapped his fingers before the adroit barman. In no time Peter'd palmed an empty pint glass into his hands, and he was off heading my way.
I was a little taken aback at Jason's energy, all the more so because he started reaching out for my glass of pee before I had even gotten to take so much as a swallow! "Gimme about half of that," said the crazed eighteen-year-old, not even awaiting a response! Like that half my precious take had been purloined. He turned again to make eye contact with me. "Don't worry--we'll get that replaced in no time --much obliged." "Hey, Gentlemen!" Jason raised his voice: "Can anybody volunteer to give a fill-up right now?"
On the other side of the room about even with us one upperclass black boy moved at the sound of the call, spreading his feet apart and thus clearly taking a pissing stance. Again, being way faster than I was ready for, Jason instantly raised his half- glass of my purloined sweet piss and downed it all! Then he trotted over right as the new volunteer was getting his dick out and ready. The mad piss drinker paused in his bounding just long enough for him to empty his bladder into his glass. As I watched and waited, I unthinkingly raised my own glass and started to sip. "MMM!" I purred inwardly. It was sweet and refreshing.
The new guy's pee was coming, and it was a whole different ball o' wax from what I was drinking. The newly-dispensed piss was decided dark of neutral... you could tell it was thick and rich and nasty. My stomach seemed to moan slightly in desire. I watched with greed and envy as the new boy "donated" just shy of three-quarters a glass of dark pee. "Thanks, buddy!" called out Jason, already moving... right back toward me, I was thankful to observe. "I seen you eyeing up this new glass," said the spry jumpy youth. "You want it, don't you?" I could only nod dumbly, my tongue feeling like it could practically taste it! "Alright, then. We'll switch."
Like that it was done! The brave jumpy guy had taken my game and raised it to a new other level that was absurd. By the time I tasted the new darker vintage I'd chosen, Jason was halfway done with the half-full glass from the first two dudes! The guy was fucking insane! But I didn't care: I was fucking in heaven.
Sorta half-dazed, my feet seemed to start a victorious little dance all on their own as I was en route back to Ky. Ky did a stupid double-take as if just noticing me--as if he hadn't been paying rapt attention to the whole big shebang that'd just happened, dirty little devil. The two rugby players stood on either side of him, each with one hand in his pocket, watching my approach with impassive appreciation. Ky mean- while called out "Woo wee! My boyfriend found something pretty nice to sip on! Can I have a taste, Alex?? Please??" I couldn't resist that combination of puppy-dog eyes plus that mocking little devilish grin. "Of course, Ky. My boyfriend can have whatever he wants." Our lips met to kiss, as I handed my sloshing nasty dark glass of piss over into his hand.
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