TAKING FIRST PISS. (water sports etc.) By JonH
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TAKING FIRST PISS
I don't even know what it is, 'hydra' something - whatever it is it fucks me right off. I'm making 11.60 an hour to trim bushes and mow lawns at the Ludlow's and they've got me spending almost an hour a day lookin' after these damn flowers.
I'm 23 and the way I figure it with the experience I've had with horticulture I deserve more than 11.60. I admit it was in hydroponics and all I ever grew was pot but in my book it still counts. Fuck em'. Undoing my zip I ease out my cock, the sting of pubic hairs sweated around the balls means I gotta me nimble with my fingers but once I got that soft cock head of mine between my fingers I let go a strong stream of piss right onto those flowers. Aiming the stream right at the roots I watch and love the way bubbles of mud and piss build up around the stems. I love this. Quite revenge, the only way to do it I reckon. And I love pissing. Not all the time, in the mornings I just piss without a thought but sometimes like now I piss and it seems kinda different.
In my head I get a memory of those times in Jonathan Bink's garage. I have to piss higher up the stem of the flowers as my dick kinda rises up and stiffens. We weren't fags or anything it's just that we both knew the destructive power of urine on the flower beds so we used to get tanked up on beer and then fill plastic bottles with piss then carry out piss raids on people gardens late at night. Back then he was 18 and I would've just turned 20, he moved away with his family almost three years ago. We had our own bottles to piss in but in the race to fill em' without pissing on the garage floor we had to pass em' around n' stuff and sometimes we'd be sloshing piss around and we'd get piss on our hands and whenever we handled the bottle you never knew whose piss was who's and it'd spill on our shoes and pants as we snuck into various yards.
Crouching down next to the flowers I pretend to be gardening but I decide to jerk off at the memories. When we got piss on our hands we'd usually just wait 'til it dried but as we got used to it a few stray drops or splashes we never minded licking off. As we told each other 'it's just piss'. I'm not gay but maybe he was abit I dunno. On the night before he was due to leave I went round to his garage to say good bye and he was in there stark naked. He was holding the bottle under his dick and filling it with the usual bubbling piss and acting like nothing was unusual, sure I'd seen his dick but never his whole body, it blew me away and I didn't know what to do. I was too nervous to piss myself and when he'd filled the bottle he handed it to me with a strange look in his eyes. I dunno what he expected me to do. Like I said we weren't gay. "It's a going away present" was all he said then he kinda flicked the few last drops so he knew they'd hit my leg! I bolted for the door, I was nice and friendly but I needed to get outta there.
I was real spun out and my heart didn't stop thumping until I lay on my bed and tried to figure out if what we'd been doing all this time was a come on to something more. I mean I liked to watch Jonathan piss but I never touched his dick or looked at his arse. That night I'd set the bottle down beside the side bed and when I reached for it I could still feel some of the warmth of his body. I undid the bottle top and sniffed at the contents. I then snuck into the bath room, got undressed and stood in the shower holding the bottle. I dunno what it was in me but I then tipped the whole lot onto my head, it streamed through my hair and run and rivers down my body and the drops that collected on my lips I licked with my tongue. Again my heart was thumping not knowing what this meant but from the rock hard erection between my legs I figured it was something.
That was years ago now and the opportunity to do anything more never comes up. I've had girlfriends, one semiserious but the whole guy piss subject is something I jerk off to real quietly to on certain occasions. A guy pissing isn't a sex thing so I figure it's....whatver. The cum lands on the Ladlows prized flowers and stuffing my cock back into my trousers I go get the mower.
JULY
The pub was crowded, too crowded for what I like but seeing as I was here with coworkers from the council I knew I couldn't just up and leave. I'd only started work as a gardener a month ago and Friday night drinks were a ritual according to the supervisor so being new I sat it out until the mixture of beer, noise and smoke got too much and I had to pike to the toilets for a breather.
The toilets were barely less crowded so going through a rear exit door I came to a small courtyard, empty except for a skip piled with cardboard boxes and plastic bags. The air was thick but the garbage didn't smell too bad and it was good to get some silence. Looking up at the gray clouds made orange from street lights I didn't notice my coworker Dale at first. He was the same age as me but had been working at the council two years. He seemed to be having a great time back at our table so I wondered why he was out here. Still holding his pint of beer.
"How are you tonight Jim?" He had a formal way of speaking, every word was spoken clearly and with that accent of his. He was from some Eastern European country but I couldn't be bothered trying to remember which one.
"Good thanks, tah"
"Very crowded tonight"
"Yeah, very. Not a bad place though" It was a shit hole but I thought I'd be polite seeing as Dale had made a point of making me feel welcome in the job.
"Yes. Every Friday night I come here. Are you enjoying the job?"
"Yeah, I am. Big gardens though, I mean big parks, alot gardening to be done"
"Yes"
In the dim light I saw it in Dales face. That strange look Jonathan Bink gave me, like I was supposed to do something or say something. I felt my cock move slightly. Things fell silent for a few moments, if it wasn't for the sounds from the pub the situation woulda' been real awkward.
"The people appreciate it in their way. Although not all. Maybe they like the gardens for the freedom and privacy"
"Yeah, I guess" I'm not thick but couldn't see what he was getting at.
"They piss where they want. You saw that guy last week, thinking he was alone just pissing away like it was a toilet"
I knew what he was getting at. We were working near the gate when a young guy walks to what we call the hill and suddenly he stops and starts pissing. No big deal he was just taking a piss where he thought no one could see him. It was a decent stream to it went on for almost a minute. I moved my leg slightly to adjust the swelling between my legs, Dale must've seen me watching.
"He pissed alot that's for sure. Speaking of which I better go to the toilet myself" As soon as I said that I regretted it, I didn't know what was happening here but I didn't wanna bolt off like last time. So I kept standing there.
"Very crowded in the toilets tonight. Have you got to piss badly?"
"Yeah, real badly" I started to fumble around with my fly to see what he'd do. He didn't look right at my crotch but he didn't take his eyes off my either.
Dale then tipped the rest of his beer from his pint glass onto the wall of the courtyard.
"You better piss in this then don't you think"
He held it below my crotch and I pulled my cock free. the semi hardness made it look bigger than it really is which I liked. Seeing as my bladder really was ready to burst I dropped my cock head into the glass and let go a stream. At first it bubbled and frothed right up the side of the glass and ran down onto Dale's fingers but he didn't move.
By the time the piss had filled the glass high enough that my cock head was submerged I was able to regulate my flow.
"I better stop now, I got more but it's gonna overflow" I looked down at the bubbles glinting in the street light. Dale did the same. I'd filled it half an inch from the rim.
"The glass feels almost hot", I could see the shine of my urine on his fingers as he held it up "and you say you have more. What'll we do now Jim?".
"I guess we could drink some." I blurted it out, I hadn't thought about what I was saying but I'd kinda excited myself by saying it.
Dale held the wet glass to my lips and I inhaled the warm beeriness of it, the steam off my own urine made my cock jump awake. Tipping the glass I began to swallow my own piss, slow at first but when Dale sharpened the angle of the glass I was totally drinking it. Drinking my own piss!!
"Beautiful" was all Dale kept saying.
Pulling the glass from my lips he dropped it down to my crotch and maneuvered my growing dick into the glass. He did it so fast and with such a light gentle touch that it took a few seconds to realize that that was the first time another man had touched my penis.
Letting go the rest of my stream I soon filled the glass to almost the same level. Again Dale held the glass high.
"Can I have a drink of your piss Jim?" Without waiting for an answer Dale started to gulp it down, rivers of the stuff ran from the corners of his mouth as he throat contracted wildly, piss was soaking his shirt but he didn't seem concerned, he seemed to be almost dribbling onto himself.
Finishing at all off he held the empty glass to his side and before I had time to react he'd slammed his piss soaked lips onto mine. The first time I'd ever kissed another guy and all I could taste was my own piss!! A weird fuckin' night, but I wasn't goin' nowhere!!
"Jim, you come and meet my friends tonight" Dale breathed as he licked spit and urine from his lips.
A few minutes later I waited in Dales car while he stood outside the car, I was wondering what he was doing when he got into the cabin and handed my his pint glass, this time full of his own bubbling pale yellow piss. As the car lurched onto the road piss spilled from the glass and soaked the front of my shirt. I didn't care. Fuck what this means I thought to myself, fuck it all. Raising my glass to no one in particular I held it to my lips until I felt the burring tang of urine coating every bit of my mouth. Gulping it down as we hurtled along unknown streets I let it dribble down my cheek, throwing my head back I gargled Dales piss in my throat before taking one last gulp of every drop from that glass.
"Show me you cock Jim". I pulled the almost full erection from my jeans and showed him my circumcised schlong. The slit glistened with pre-cum. At the traffic lights Dale smeared it with his thumb before sucking his thumb clean.
"Show me yours" With one hand on the wheel Dale barely slowed as he yanked his shaft from his trousers, he wasn't cut but the foreskin could be pulled back any further. the sliminess of the tip was tasted clammy and salty to my tongue. I was gonna squeeze some more pre-cum outta him when we shot into a parking spot out the front of a large block of apartments.
Dale pressed the intercom and a voice OK'd us and buzzed us through.
Both of us had huge bulges in our crotches as we rode the lift up to the tenth.
"This friend a' yours is loaded"
"Some kind of corporate law I think" Dale mumbled as he wiped his thumb along my lips.
On the 10th floor we knocked on a large door and a late twenties Arab looking guy opened the door a crack. Taking me in with a hard look his face went kinda soft and friendly when Dale said I was OK.
"This is Emur, another fucking lawyer I'm afraid" Dale said with a smirk. Emur was unshaven but in that rich kinda way. He was wearing nothing but a shirt, I noticed the cufflinks in the dull light.
Dale began to unbuckle his trousers and as soon as the waistband was loose Emur pulled them just below the firm but fat arse cheeks. Dales body bucked slightly as Emur's finger felt around the arse cheeks. When Dales head dropped back in a groan I knew he was getting fingered.
"Always sweaty your arse young Dale."
Dale turned his arse cheeks towards me. "You wanna see my arse Jim?"
Dropping to my knee's I looked closely at the pimpled chubby arse cheeks of my coworker. dale then pulled the cheeks apart and I saw the raw brown flesh at the inside of crack. It did smell but it looked clean. Then a stream of piss from Emur's cock landed in the small of Dean's back and began to flow wildly into the crack before running down his legs and soaking the trousers around his ankles. I had to drink this.
Angling my head between Dales legs I held my mouth open just below his balls. Letting the piss soak my face and hair I then opened my mouth and let the run off from Dales sweaty arse crack fall into my mouth until the gurgling gagging sound was all that echoed in the hallway. Rubbing his inner thighs I can't the rivers of piss flowing down into his trousers. Before finally the flowed stopped. Sliding on the piss wet tiles I raised my head and kissed Dales arse hole. My lips right on the place where he shits but now it was so damn clean.
Dean and me then stripped down to our socks and followed Emur down the hall, our hardons swaying we both reveled in the small of each others bodies. I knew without even touching my cock I was close to cumming and Dean had a string of pre-cum hanging from his.
Emur then opened the door onto the bathroom. Standing in a huge empty bath was a young black guy, lazily playing with his semi-hard cock as he watched a skinny young guy pissing hard onto a fat blond guys face as he knelt down before him. Sitting on the side of the bath was a guy around 19, he held his long soft dick in his hands and stared at.
When they heard us enter they looked our way. Dean pushed me gently over to the bath, the black guys name was Michael and young guy staring at his cock was Colin but when Dean mentioned the other guys names I didn't really hear as Colin's cock started to piss. Aiming at his own face he started to bath his lips in piss.
While this was going on I went over to Michael who hadn't left the bath and cupped his balls in my hand. I figured the first cock I suck may aswell be a black one so I drew it into my mouth. Colin slashed a stream of piss across my body. The head of Michael's cock rested on my tongue, I could feel it growing so guessed I was gonna be drinking jizz any soon enough.
Someone was fingering at my arse hole but I was too engrossed in cock sucking to turn my head. The next thing I felt was a mouth suctioning onto my cock. I'd never been sucked off by a guy before but whoever it was knew what they were doing.
The familiar hotness of piss was suddenly being directed at my arse crack, prising apart my arse cheeks I could feel the person aiming their stream hard into my bowels.
Michael's cock then exploded in piss, I gagged and coughed, splattering his crotch with his own piss but I held firm and started to gulp. Straight from the black cock I drank my throat contracting wildly. Someone had put their lips to my arse hole and it felt like they were sucking out the piss that'd just be shot there. The suctioning of my cock grew in intensity.
Michael held my ears and pissed like a bastard down my throat. The young guy Colin was under my face eagerly lapping at the drops of piss that ran from my chin. I gulped the sour burning urine as it soaked my guts. The mouth of my shaft sucked harder and harder on my piss slit until with a buck of my body I started to blow into the persons throat. Michael's flow began to stop just as I sent rope after rope of jizz down into someone's guts.
As soon as the piss stopped Colin's cock began to harden in an instant, pulling my head back I then dropped back onto the shaft until I tasted the sourness of pre-cum. The only sound in the bathroom was the 'gluck gluck' that my suctioning mouth made. Dean's face then appeared out the corner of my eye. As he watched the black shaft sink between my lips asked if I needed to piss. I needed to. Not disturbing my rhythm on the black bar I waited until I felt the flick of Dean tongue on my softened cock then when I felt the head clamped between his lips I let go.
Just then Colin blew into my mouth. I wanted to see a clock jizz close up so I let the first creamy hot waves coat tonsils then pulling the spewing shaft from my mouth let the last oozing drools of cum drop onto my outstretched tongue.
My raw, well tongued arse hole still in the air I continued to piss into Dean's mouth until it hit me how tired I was. Exhausted and spent I began to walk to a couch, my still pissing cock came away from Dean's mouth, the stream danced along the tiles and my legs and feet as I worked to a couch and dropped down heavily. Cupping my last few drops into my hand I threw the urine into my mouth, gargled and swiveled it around my mouth then spat the creamy cum urine mix onto the floor. Wiping my drooling lips I lay back my head.
I had some stuff to think about.
THE END NOTE: I find the pics and write the stories. If you wanna see the pics I worked from send an e-mail to: jhimuswrite@yahoo.co.uk (quote the story title or I won't know what you're talking about)