"The Pissalator, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Gay Sci Fi/Fantasy and Urination
Back in my seat in the auditorium I realized that I had missed a lot of the graduates who had paraded before the Dean to get their degree papers. It was now up to the "S" in the alphabet and there were only about six boys left. So it will appear odd, when my report is published, that all the testees' names were so late in the alphabet. In any event, a look at the six remaining showed that they were perfect for the test. They were honeys!
I gave them a number two swipe with the pointer, first putting on my glasses so that I would accurately hit the target. What happened next was precious. The boy who was getting handed the degree papers suddenly stiffened and grabbed them and began heading off the stage at a full lope.. The next kid failed to shake hands and just grabbed and ran, his hand squeezing his crotch. I bet he wished he had a rubber band.
The next two just pushed the one in front and grabbed.
I turned off the beam and moved toward the side door and onto the hall that led to the men's room. Inside, there they were almost moaning in pleasure as their young thick, yellow, fragrant streams splashed noisily into the urinals. That accounted for three of them. There were only three standing urinals, the other three had to improvise. What I mean was that one kid was pissing into the sink, one in the only cubicle and the last, a cute blond who looked too young to be graduating, was pissing into the trash basket.
They were shamelessly expressing themselves. "Oh shit, I needed that...feels good...That coffee went right through me...and to a neighbor...don't keep shaking it, you're getting a boner.
Five of the kids finished and zipped up and companionably left, each knowing know exactly what his neighbor's junk looked like. The last young blond was shaking his long smooth cock to get the last drops into the paper towel basket.
He grinned at me as he zipped up and went to the mirror to wash and comb his hair. As an experiment, I pointed the ray at his crotch reflection in the mirror and his hand on his hair froze. "Shit, I thought I was finished, but I think I have to whiz again," he said half to himself and half to me.
He went over to the now vacated urinal and unzipped. I could see his cock was half hard from piss desire. I joined him in the next urinal and unzipped. "Might as well add my stuff to the rest," I said.
He merely grunted. He was grunting a bit in an effort to begin his stream that he felt he needed to do to relieve his urgency to deliver his yellow offering to the porcelain. Watching him was getting my cock lifting and pulsing and he noticed.
"You having trouble too? I never had anything like that."
"Maybe I can help," I said. "I read somewhere that if you need to cum it interferes with getting your piss out."
"What should I do?" he said plaintively (but I think the devil secretly knew he was going to have an interesting post degree experience.)
"Do nothing. Let me."
I reached over to his curving upward, long prick and took it loosely in my fist. He turned toward me and put one arm on my shoulder. This boi was experienced.
He took a deep breath and expelled it noisily and allowed his pants to drop to his ankles. What nice fuzzy, blond hairy legs he had, and brown skin between the hairs. Very nice.
I felt an insistent pressure on my shoulder. This could only mean...
I allowed my knees to buckle and in an instant I was mouth level at his cock which had now reached a full hard on.
"Quick, suck it, I'm already dripping."
The fragrance of his pre cum was wafting to my nose. Delicious. I looked up at him. "It's dangerous here."
"Fuck that. You want it. I can see it. You're dripping spit. I want it. Get it on!"
Who am I to argue with impetuous youth. I stuck my tongue out and gave the lolly a lick. He hiccupped in delight. "That's it. Put your pretty mouth around it. Get me off quick."
"What's all this quick business? Did he have a date waiting?"
But not wanting to upset my prey, I opened my steaming mouth and moved over his long slim cock, then closed my lips and swallowed several times. Wow, his knees sagged and he grabbed hold of my head for support. I looked up, his eyes were rolled up and his full mouth pulled in a grimace of pain/pleasure. Was I good? Shit yes!
Now I put my patented method into action. My tongue flick, followed by my tongue swirl. He was in full moan now and I felt his bare knees shaking against my sides. To amp up his experience I put my hand behind his swinging balls and tickled them. Then slid back and rubbed his ass hole.
That just about did him in.
He was blubbering and wailing and mewling. It sounded like a birthing in the barn. Then he went into a death lock on my head. His knees bent slightly. His body began shaking and vibrating.
"You fucker," he said chokingly, "You made me cum before I wanted. Now you did it. Eat it."
(Was that supposed to be a punishment? Silly boi.)
Whoa, he must have last cum a year ago. The thick stream of spooge nourished my throat and tongue and replaced the lunch I had been planning to have. He rocked and rolled and fucked and squeezed my head so hard that my eyeballs almost popped out.
At last he was finished with his fun. Ignoring me, he pulled his pants up and went back to the mirror to smooth his blond locks.
"Hey you," I called petulantly. He turned and looked at me blankly. "No thanks from you?"
He shrugged and put his hand on the door to push it open. "Listen gay boy, you should thank me."
That did it!
I shot him a full #4 right in the crotch. He stopped dead, rubbed his cock and looked plaintively at me. "I can't believe it, I have to drain the lizard again."
"Tough," I said as I pushed open the door and left him straining to urinate, his piggy grunts were music to my ears.
Back in the lab, Dr.Smuck announced that all my (not unpleasant) work was in vain. "Dey no accept my science. Dey zay their uniforms all wet from trying the pointer."
But he was ecstatic over a new invention. "Zia ist a cumming ray."
Now that's something I would enjoy testing.
End of story