The Hangout Group by BadBoyKal
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There were nine of them, and on this particular midsummer early afternoon, all nine were actually present. What they were was a... a hangout group, tied together by common interests. What interests, you ask? Well, the main one you can wrap up all in a single word: PISS. Yes, these nine ninth-graders (most of whom played soccer together--or ran cross country together--or both) loved boy piss. Yes, boy piss specifically. Even though a majority (five of nine) were straight, you wouldn't hear them praising their girlfriends' piss like they did their fellow hangout buds' piss. There was something about piss from a cock--piss as an essence of masculinity--that just got them going somehow.
They were chilling at the edge of the skate park that day. There was a railing that went all the way around the skating features some six or eight feet back - a railing that, instead of being straight vertical, leaned backwards away from the features, so the top rail at 4' was a good six inches further out than the bottom one (at 2'), which lay 3½ inches beyond where the supporting bars entered the concrete. Our heroes were clustered all along that rail: Danny came first, sitting on the top rail resting his feet on the bottom; standing facing him was Jamie, goofing off with his flip-flops next to Paul, short and quiet, hands-in-his-pockets, but smiling as big as any of them; Devin next, sitting on the rail; this first cluster thus complete we move on to the second one, which begins with Steven on the rail, Tyler and Sonny both standing but leaning back on the rail, with Michael at the end beyond them; Jay, meanwhile, sat with his legs spread apart in front of him, head down studiously as he watched his progress on the colored-Sharpie graffiti project he was working on applying to the smooth, smooth concrete. All were as chill and as loud and as boisterous as any group of ninth-graders might be. But there were still some things that set this group apart from any other such group, as you're about to see...
Michael finished laughing at Sonny's jackassery before slipping his ass off the rail and standing. "I have to pee," he announced. In an instant eight pairs of fourteen-year-old eyes turned his way, and a tense silence descended. Michael was of average size, though skinny, with skin barely lighter than coffee-color, and dark brown scruffy hair on both head and face cut down to a minimal quarter-inch length. His face was chiselled: He was objectively attractive. He turned toward all the other boys and looked them over, biting his lower lip in concentration. "Jamie," he said, after a moment--but Sonny piped in "no, he already got Mallory's, remember?" "Oh, yeah..." (The boys had a rule that nobody got a second load of piss until everyone had had their first load--special occasions excepted (like birthdays and other celebration hangs).) "Devin, then."
Devin was a little on the short side, with a large nose, light brown/gray hair an inch tall, and a bemused smile. Michael, who had wandered over to the middle of the group and stood facing the rail, planted his legs more than shoulder-width apart and unzipped his shorts right then and there! Those kids playing on the other side of the park wouldn't bother them. He fished out his cock as Devin dropped to his knees and scootched forward over the smooth smooth concrete until he sat on his heels right in front of Michael, his mouth just a foot from Mike's cock. It was hard to tell with his mouth wide open and tongue stuck out, but Devin was smiling from ear to ear! He paused and waited, as all the other boys looked on in rapt attention.
The stream started small, but it promised wonders. Devin bobbed his head an inch closer to start catching it, relishing the first taste on his tongue. As it intensified he remained erect and pushing outward to catch it, and in a moment you could hear the echoing gurgle of piss-on-piss as the flow met the contents of his mouth. After a minute Michael said, "Devin, I don't think there's enough piss on your clothes, man. You mind if I rectify that now?"
"Uh-huh" Devin gurgled and nodded in response.
"Great," Michael said--and presently moved his stream not down to Devin's clothing, but all around his face and up into his hair! The yellow fluid quickly wet Devin's perky hair, causing it to stick out in spikes that were cute as hell. Then did Michael fulfill his promise re: the clothes, wetting both shoulders and his torso and finally his crotch. Michael finished wetting Devin's pants (so rare and special it is to wet your pants with piss from another one's cock!) as his flow itself finished, and the last drops he shook off hit Devin's eyes and made him blink petulantly! SO cute he was now, dripping in lovely smelly piss.
"Damn!" Steven said. "That was hot."
"You can say that again" said Danny, whose right hand was in his underwear stroking his quite visible bulge.
Michael zipped up, quipped a "Good job, Devin" to his sub, and walked back to his position at the end of their little gathering.