Developments

{This story involves sexual acts between males. Maybe more importantly to the potential reader, it involves things which many people would consider very filthy, disgusting and gross. If you don't want to be exposed to that, don't read any further. Fair warning.}

Author's Preface:

I wanted to work on something a bit 'milder' for my next story. But I do appreciate all those responses. Believing in Democracy, this is for all those of you who wrote and wanted more of the really raunchy stuff. But like in any good democracy the politicians have an agenda. This one won't be as 'heavy' as my first story, but if I ever get the nerve to post the continuation, it might be heavier than any of you want!

After that experience about a week ago {Re: Unexpected Development}, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was already having trouble realizing I was gay. I didn't want to think of myself as being so totally perverted. But every time I got horny, which was pretty much all the time, I kept thinking about that scene in the restroom.

Since that day , even that very night, I found myself playing with more than just my penis. I had been masturbating every night for a long time, but now found myself fingering my hole all the time and wishing my finger were about six inches longer! I had learned that at night I could usually find a little bit more than just scent if I bore down and really stuck my finger way up there.

But in the mornings... Well, I also usually masturbated in the mornings too. Hey, teenagers are all horny all the time, aren't they? And now mornings were becoming my favorite time. My room was in a converted garage, so it was separated from the house. I could hear the door to the house open and always had plenty of warning if anyone was coming, so I could get pretty free in my experimentation.

It had been just short of a week since that first experience with this substance that had become so fascinating to me. And now, I would wake up in the morning, usually already hard, and start getting into it.

This was Saturday morning. And what an ideal morning! I didn't have to get up to go to school, the grass didn't have to be cut, I had the whole day free, and what really kicked in my horniness was remembering that my parents were probably already gone deep-sea fishing with their friends.

I got up to check if their car was gone, my morning hard-on swinging just a little painfully in the breeze. Sure enough, I was alone and had all day to play uninterrupted! I must have slept right through when they left the house. Not surprising considering how late I was up last night. I'd cum twice, taking my sweet time since I knew I didn't have to get up early this morning.

I felt that pressure, right behind the bone at the top of your ass that told me I had a full load up there. I also had to pee something fierce. Since I had such a raging boner, this made me think about something I had read in Playboy magazine. It was something about a guy couldn't piss if he had an erection. Since that experience in the restroom, the dam had cracked and my thoughts had burst out in all kinds of kinky directions. The horizons of my fantasy world had greatly expanded. Including wondering what it would be like to push my penis up a guys ass, then pee into him or even have it done to me! Seems it would require an erection and pissing at the same time.

Now you may wonder what a guy like me is doing with a Playboy magazine. But I was just trying to seem 'normal' while over at my friend's house. And you might take note that I was reading about guy's penises and not looking at pictures of naked girls.

Anyway, I then got very academic. Is it true or not. I gotta pee bad. I got a fierce erection. Well, doctor, let's just do a little experiment.

The bathroom's inside the house, I'm stark naked. I don't want to put clothes on. I'm home alone. Hmmmmmm. There is my empty soda glass. I actually started to get a sheen of sweat, even though I had no clothes on and there was a pleasant morning breeze which I could even feel caressing it's way between my thighs and around my balls.

I guess my body already knew where it was taking me, and was getting really worked up whether my mind had caught up yet or not. I grabbed the empty glass, thought about rinsing it, then thought "Rinse it!?"

"... no.... you aren't thinking about doing that"

"well... hehehe wouldn't much matter if it were rinsed or not anyway, would it?"

"no, come on now, you wouldn't really..."

"we'll see, need somewhere to go anyway, right, and it might be interesting to observe the color and odor, strictly academic you see"

"You're sick"

"I'm horny"

So I grabbed the glass in one hand and my stiff penis in the other. I stroked a little (just because I couldn't resist) then got down to the serious business of trying to piss through a hard-on. I thought at first, with no small disappointment, that whoever wrote that article was right. But I kept trying. Relaxing, then trying to force it out. Then it happened, and once that first dribble made it out, it let loose with a hard splashing stream. My cock was as hard as could be, and the pee was flowing mightily.

Sorry Doc, but you were wrong. And I could continue to fantasize about how it would feel to be inside a guy with this raging erection, and fill him up with regular, then top him off with high-test. The piss kept flowing and I had a moments panic as I wondered if I would be able to shut it off before overflowing the glass. But right on cue, as the glass was almost full to the brim, my flow stopped.

It was full enough that I had to be careful about moving it without sloshing any out. My heart did a couple of thuds... I've learned this past week that that is almost a sure sign of a hot kinky time just moments ahead. Just as soon as my mind can figure out what my body wants to do, and gives in to my lustful insistence. My hand actually began to shake as the thoughts started coming, and I nearly did slosh it out. I set the glass on my desk, just because I knew I was getting trembly.

The things that I thought were beautiful these last few days! Cum, piss, shit... But there it was. Beautiful (hehehe). The glass sitting there on my desk, full of golden nectar. "Ohh, man!" I breathed out loud. And moved closer to it with that wonderful shaky, scary feeling. Knowing I am about to do something really kinky. I smelled it, then inhaled it more deeply. Wow! Here we go again, I'm either going to have to live a kinky life or cut off my nose.

I took another deep smell and stuck out my tongue, slowly moving down until it almost hit the pee inside. I pulled back. Seems funny now, but I had been salivating, and realized it just before I tasted this stuff. And I wanted my mouth to be free of anything else that might interfere with whatever this would taste like. I bent over again, and sucked all my saliva down my throat, leaving my mouth relatively dry. Stuck out my tongue again, and just hovered there a few moments. I could smell the strong aroma of the urine. I could actually feel the warmth of it on my face. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. This was urine! I was breathing heavily, and I kept smelling that unique, unmistakable odor. But one I had never smelled so strongly, so up close. I'd taken so long I again had to again suck back the saliva that kept flowing like this was some delicious morsel. One last deep inhalation, then I did it. My tongue touched the surface. And exploded with a tanginess that almost bit me!

"Damn!" I thought. "I actually just stuck my tongue into a glass full of urine!"And did it again, letting my tongue go in as deep as I could. It was warm, the aroma was so strong and male smelling, and the taste was tangy, salty, kind of sweaty if that makes any sense. I picked the glass up, the warmth of the glass was somehow exciting. I again nearly sloshed some out with my now very shaky hands. But I brought it to my mouth, to my lips, smelled deeply of the warm pissy aroma... then tipped in a tiny sip. The flavor was stronger now and more complex as it covered the different taste buds covering all of my tongue. I held it in my mouth for a moment, feeling its warmth, liking the feeling produced in my gut by what I was doing. I bent over the trash can and spit it out onto some used paper towels and trash. It wasn't that much after all.

More heart thuds.... I wanted to swallow some! I smelled it more, letting the smell get me turned on enough to do this thing. I took another small sip. Let it slosh around my mouth. Then I swallowed! I caught still more nuances of flavor as it hit the very back of my tongue on the way down. I felt pre-cum dripping on my leg. I was so scared, excited, turned on....

I started shaking so much I did spill some and set the glass down before I really made a mess. I lit a cigarette and tried to calm down a bit. As I smoked, I put my hand around the glass, just to feel it's warmth. I picked it up again and looked closely at what was inside. This was my morning pee. It was deep yellow-gold, with some foam at the top, and some small bubbles that moved around slowly in it's depths, giving it a somewhat viscous appearance. The smell drove me wild. Hey, what can I say, I have a nose for these things. I decided to take a big gulp and just swallow it down.

I took a few more drags on my cigarette, thinking about what I was about to do. I was in that place I had gotten a week ago, where any thought about not going through with it was instantly buried. Because I wanted to do it. I can't explain it, but it just made me so hot to think about it. I took one last drag, set my cigarette down, took a deep breath, brought the glass to my lips, and opened up. I poured in a real mouthful. Just swishing it around. It was strong, salty and tangy, but I kinda liked the taste! I braced myself, not completely sure if I would gag or what. Then swallowed it down.

Then I started wondering how it would be to drink piss right from a guy's penis. Could I ever do that? I brought the glass back to my lips, tried to imagine I had my mouth over another guy's cock, and before I could change my mind, started drinking as fast as I could. It was sort of hard to do, but as I did it, I initially felt like stopping, then got so horny thinking about it, experiencing this, smelling the strong odor of male urine... imagining I was drinking straight from a guy... and kept going.

I was getting lost in my lust again, and just kept tipping the glass up. My eyes were wide and I couldn't believe I was doing this. I had gone up on my tiptoes, my practical side telling my body to move away from this, but my horny side still in control of my glass-tipping hand and my mouth just doing what it had no choice to do... swallow... as I forced myself to keep tipping the glass up. I wanted to be able to know I could drink the whole thing, and I just kept going. Driven by who knows what, but it sure made my dick hard. I never was a guzzler of Any kind of drink, but I was doing pretty good with the pee. Just before I finished I almost choked and had to come up for air. But then I immediately finished off the glass. It was empty, I had just drunk a whole glass full of my own piss! A big glass!

Oh geez, this was going to be some morning.

I sat down on the bed and finished my cigarette. I was doing a mental "damage control" assessment, wondering if my body was going to react in some horrible way to what I had just done. Considering what else I have consumed I suppose I needn't have worried. But it was only much later that I learned that urine is pretty sterile stuff and safe to drink.

I was still horny as hell and feeling very kinky. I didn't know what I would do next, but it turned out to be way beyond what I might have guessed. It's just the way things developed...

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