This story first appeared on pissboi.com.
Summer Wet Fun
Summer 2007 was not the best by any means; lots of rain and floods in many parts of the country made it one of the worst on record. A consequence of this was the extremely limited opportunity for a favourite pastime of mine: outdoor cruising in warm sunny weather!
But there were the odd days when the sun came out and the cold winds dropped, and I was quick to get out on the bike for a ride along the river. One day in particular proved most successful: there were plenty of horny guys around who obviously were as glad to see the sun out as I was.
As usual, I dressed minimally -- tee-shirt and shorts were adequate and a supply of water, rubbers and tissues (just in case!) in my pannier bag, were all I needed to carry. Within an hour, I was past the main crowds and stopped at a Cottage (public toilets) for a quick freshen-up (and of course to check out what might be happening there!).
At the urinals there were two guys, both in their late 30s. One had baggy shorts which he had dropped below his arse to allow freedom of movement for a very nice, semi-hard cock which he was massaging gently to allow short spurts of piss. An immediate turn-on, so I stood along from him and watched the show as my cock started to harden. I was diagonal to the second guy who was at the opposite urinal, so could easily see him playing with a seven or eight inch long hosepipe, with its end still covered in a tongue-licking foreskin. I tried to imagine how long it would be when hard, but in the semi-hard state it was in I longed to get my mouth over it and drink him dry. The guy on my side stopped pissing but wanked his cock to show a nice hard seven inches, and thick with it. By now my cock was rock hard and I would have loved to service these two guys but the fun was interrupted by a crowd of rowdy kids arriving. Giving the two others a "thank you" nod and smile, I decided to leave and cycle further along the river to a small wooded area which, although alongside the river, didn't attract many passers by.
I stopped and stretched out on the trunk of an old tree that had been blown over in one of the recent storms, took off my shirt and started to enjoy the warm sun as I thought of the fun I could have had with the two guys in the toilets. I felt myself getting hard, and played with my cock, which poked out of my shorts. As I was off the path and couldn't be seen by oncomers, I dropped my shorts and started to piss as I wanked. It felt good and I filled my hand with piss to get the taste and rubbed it over my stomach as it ran down to my thighs and arse. My revelry was broken by the sound of footsteps, so I quickly hid my cock in my shorts and waited to see who was coming along. It was the first guy from the urinal and his eyes immediately fell on the wet crotch of my shorts and the outline of my hard cock. "I guess we have the same interest" he said as he dropped his shorts and made ready to piss. "Don't waste it" I said and knelt before him just as the first spurt of fresh, hot liquid started to flow from his semi-hard cock. It tasted good, so I gulped it down my throat for a while before taking hold of his cock and directing the flow over my head and down my body, before taking it back in my mouth for the remaining drops.
When he finished pissing, the guy pulled me up and knelt down to take my cock in my mouth. He paused to ask whether I had any, and I let my piss flow. As soon as he felt the hot liquid hit his mouth, he pulled me into him, determined not to loose a drop. As I was enjoying this, I looked up to see guy number two coming along, his tee-shirt up over his head showing of a very fit body and rubbing the outline of the massive cock in his shorts. I beckoned him on, and as my piss eased off, pulled my cock from No 1's mouth and bent down to kiss him. The taste of my piss on his tongue, mixed with the taste of his from my mouth was delicious. Realising what we were up to, no 2 guy stepped out of his shorts and started to piss from his hard cock. The foreskin was still over the head, and the piss sprayed over both of us. I couldn't resist bending over to take a drink of his piss -- slightly bitter and not too strong, just as I like it. I crouched before him and, as I drank, I moved the foreskin back and licked my tongue over his piss-slit. The overflow started to run down my body, and I felt no 1,s hands rubbing it in down between my legs and finding my juicy wet hole. As no 2's piss eased off, I pulled no 1 to me and took turns in sucking them. It took only seconds for no 1's thick pole to start the final pulsate before I felt his cum starting to spew out into my mouth and over my face. This was the trigger for no 2 to come to his climax: he slapped his nine inch boner over my face and wanked hard before pushing it into my mouth and spewing a load of cum down my throat. As he pulled out, he held his softening cock over my face for a minute before he let a final flow of piss over my face. I sat back, breathless, as they cleaned themselves off.
"You're a great piss-pig, thanks", said no 1. "You can say that again", said no 2, adding: "see you two tomorrow?" "Sure" we both answered, and I added "weather permitting". Of course, the next day we were back to our more typical weather of rain and cold winds, and I never got back down there the rest of the summer. Who knows, this year might be better. I certainly hope so!