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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/strangers-on-a-bus - A man meets a runaway boy on a bus https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-train-trip/ - A boy and a man get to know one another on their daily commute
*** After the outpouring of support after the last instalment, I am happy to do some more for those that are enjoying it. I have ideas for probably one more part, but it'll likely be a few weeks off. Thank you for those who emailed after the last part, feels good to know some out there like reading my work ???? feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ***
** Man's perspective ** The next few days were tough. My wife had been back home, and while I love her so much, her being around made sneaking drinks of James's piss pretty tricky without raising suspicions. All through Sunday I only managed to get one fix from James, a quick squirtly affair during the afternoon while my wife was busy with some chores in the backyard. I was also starting to worry that just the fact that he wouldn't be using the bathroom as much might make her think something was wrong with him. There is no way she would understand what was going on between James and I yet, it was too soon to tell her.
Not to mention, I think I was developing a little crush on his friend Patrick. I remember what it felt like when I first met my wife, those gooey feelings. Somehow, for some reason, I was having those feelings for Patrick now. Thinking back about Saturday morning, his horny little body over top of me, fucking my mouth like a rabit in heat with his furry little cock. I couldn't wait till next week when I could see him again.
That said, Sunday night was something special in and of itself. I don't know if it was James or Patricks piss specifically, or just the fact that I was feeling a little better in myself, but I made love to my wife like I hadn't been able to in months. I had a youthful kind of energy back. Even she was amazed by my performance, and asked what my secret was. I couldn't exactly tell her I had been drinking our son and his friend's piss. I also couldn't say I was picturing Patrick instead of her the whole time. I wasn't prepared to lie to her either. I just told her I had been feeling better but couldn't say why. Her eyes told me she knew something was up, but so far, she had no clue what.
During the week I was usually left to my own devices. My wife worked during the week, and James went to school. The last few months I barely had enough energy to leave the house, but with my renewed vigour, I felt I could go on a little adventure of my own. I wondered if I could find an unsuspecting kid to help with the bit of withdrawal I was feeling. Most kids were at school, but I needed to get a fix. One sampling from James per day just wasn't enough, plus having tasted James's and Patricks pee, I had to know. I needed to try another boy. To see if they were all different.
I drove around for a couple hours, finally pulling up beside a local skate park. There was a half dozen or so kids doing tricks on their boards, slapping and banging away on the concrete. Most of them looked to be around 17 or 18, maybe older. A little too old for my requirements, but there was a younger kid there too. They were probably all rebels who should be in school, but society had forgotten about them. The perfect target. I parked and waited, trying to come up with a plan. Then it dawned on me what to do.
I waited until the youngest looking boy headed to the restroom on his own. He was dressed all in black, black jeans which were scuffed up from a few falls, and a black t-shirt with some sort of heavy metal band. From a distance he looked like he might have been around 14. A little older than my last two doses but the youngest I figured of the skaters. As he approached the toilets, I knew it would only be him in there, as it had been a few minutes since anyone else had been. I followed him soon after he had gone inside, I had to be quick if this was going to work.
As I entered, I saw he was standing next to the aluminium urinal. It was one of those full-length ones, pretty cheap, mounted against a concrete wall.
"Hey Kid" I boomed, loud enough to startle him.
"Oh shit..." he replied, jumping slightly. He quickly tucked himself back in his pants before I got a chance to see anything.
"What you up to?" I asked, not one of my best lines, I'll admit.
"The fuck does it look like, I'm trying taking a piss. The fuck do you want?"
He looked just right. About 14, a few pimples on his chin. His voice was one of those which wasn't a boy anymore, and not yet a man. It wasn't cracking either, but it was one of those tones that just had that smooth teenage level to it.
"I thought you might be interested in having a chat with me and my friend Benjamin here?" I asked, waving a crisp hundred-dollar bill in front of him.
"Yeah right. I'm no homo, take your money and fuck off weirdo."
"I'm not either, I have a wife and kid. I just want your piss" I stated bluntly.
"Sounds like something a weirdo would say to me. "
Well, he's not wrong there, but I didn't see much point in hiding what I was there for. And it was all true!
"I have no interest in anything else, I promise. Just piss in my mouth for $100. What do you say?"
"$100? Fuck off. You're going to have to do better than that."
I took out a second hundred-dollar bill, waving the two of them around.
"$200 and we have a deal?" I asked.
His eyes were darting between me, and the money, clearly the cash was starting to have an affect on him, no matter how staunch he wanted to act.
"I dunno man. You sure no funny business?"
"None."
I could see the wheels ticking over in his head over whether he should do it.
"Make it $300 and we got a deal."
"What is this? Friggin inflation?"
"300, and I'll do it."
I pulled out the final few notes that I had, only making about $280, telling him that's all he had. He finally agreed.
"Let's go in the stall here, in case someone sees"
"Fine. Better make it quick because I was busting before I even got in here."
There wasn't a whole lot of space in the single stall, but there was no way I wanted someone to walk in and see us. We maneuvered around one another until I was sitting on the lavatory, and was still standing, facing me. He reached for the cash in my hand, but I pulled away before he could get it.
"Before you get the money, I need to see your cock."
"What the fuck? That wasn't part of the deal."
"Well tough. It's important. If you haven't started puberty, then the deal is off."
"What does that matter? It's just piss?"
"It matters to me. Show me, take it or leave it."
He grumbled something, then started unbuttoning his black jeans, only pushing them down enough to pull his dick out the top of his red boxer briefs. There were some wisps of black hair sticking up from the base. It looked pretty long for a kid who wasn't even hard yet too, not especially thick but lengthy. He was uncircumcised, his foreskin tapering off the end of his cock, the wrinkled edges of his tip hiding his glans completely.
"Am I good enough for you then old man?" He asked, waving himself back and forth in front of me. He stunk a little too. Not a bad stink, he looked clean enough, but certainly not as clean as James or Patrick had been. Possibly just sweat from his skateboard excursions outside.
"Nice, yeah. Give it to me." I replied, handing the cash, not taking my eyes off his prick.
He pulled back his foreskin to reveal a bright pink mushroom head, I got one quick look at his piss slit before he pushed his penis in my mouth. He certainly didn't hesitate in doing so, it was like he had done something like this before. He was a little longer than James and Ben had been, his dick almost making it to the back of my tongue. As his stream started, I could feel it rolling over the back of my tongue, some of it spraying my tonsils.
"How's the taste?" he gloated, knowing full well I couldn't reply at that moment.
I felt he had put his hands on top of my head too as he delivered me his piss. Not that I had any intention of drawing back, I no longer really had a reflex when I tasted pee. My suspicions had been confirmed as well, his tasted different to the others! While James had been lemon, Patrick caramel and coffee, this kid, whatever his name was, tasted like mountain dew and weed. Certainly, an indication of their diet and habits. It seemed each boy had their own distinct flavour, and I'm pretty sure if you had blindfolded me, I still could have tasted them apart. They had their unique traits, as well as a special something that made their own pee cocktail their own. I held firm as his salty, flat mountain dew and stoner flavours were transferred from his cock to my stomach. As his pee slowed, my belly gurgled and complained as it received its latest acidic dose of medicine.
The kid pulled away, his cock flopping back down on the front of his jeans.
"So, what's your name kid?"
"Justin."
"Well Justin, if you want, I can come by another time and we can do this again another day?"
"What's in that for me?"
"Isn't the money enough?"
"Sure, the money is nice, but I feel like you're only doing half the job."
Here we go again I thought, these boys just can't help themselves.
"What else do you want?" I asked, feigning ignorance.
Justin put a hand down into his pants, this time pulling his healthy sized balls as well. They were bigger than I expected for a boy his age. Not adult sized, but not far off. They were still hairless, and had a bit of a sag to them.
"You can start by kissing my balls" he ordered, offering up his nuts, stepping back up to me again.
This kid was all business. It wasn't intimate like Patrick, or James. It wasn't a partnership; I was just having to do as I was told. I looked up at him as I puckered up, planting a kiss on his left testicle. I could feel its hardness hidden beneath his wrinkled sack. He felt full and hard in there.
"Don't forget the other one either" Justin told me, turning slightly.
I licked and made love to his ball bag as if it were another pair of lips. Smooching and kissing around the hidden treasures. I had to please him. I didn't like his no nonsense approach, but I needed another source of piss during the week and he seemed to be willing earlier. I dared not put both his testicles in my mouth and risk hurting him, given their above average size.
"Open your mouth again." Justin demanded.
I obeyed, dropping my jaw as he stuffed his penis back in my mouth for the second time.
He tightened his grip on my head, pulling me by the hair back and forth along his cock, making me give him a blow job. I had little control so I just gave him my best suction I could, my forehead bumping against his lower belly, pushing and pulling. This kid was on a hair trigger, I could feel his sausage in my mouth thickening, though he didn't get much better than when he was soft. I could feel his meat in my mouth was firmer than it was before though, as he piston fucked my mouth. His breath gradually got heavier as he got closer, but he never stopped stop. Just as he was about to blow his load, he pulled completely out of me, squirting his load for a couple of inches away, no doubt so he could see his ropes of cum go into my mouth. Hi sperm coated the inside of my mouth. Once the main volley had ended, he tipped my head up almost vertically as he milked his foreskin, squeezing his length to get the last few dribbles down into my mouth.
Looking up at Justin, he had a smirk on his face. "Yeah, we can do this again sometime. Just bring the money."
Shit, I was going to broke by the end of the week.
** BOYS PERSPECTIVE **
Life is so fucking bullshit, like what is even the point? We are expected to go to school where our teachers treat us like garbage, make us do pointless work, and then we end up in some dead ass job for the rest of our lives. Fuck that. There is no point to life. It doesn't matter how hard you work; we all end up in a hole in the ground. Teachers don't get to see that, my parents certainly don't. They even kicked me out a few months ago because I would just sit in my room all day, or at least, until they went out, then I would go down to the skatepark with my friends and hang out.
My name is Justin, and I'm fourteen. I'm pretty much an outcast at this point. I don't go to school, don't even have much of a home at this point. I hang out with my friends mostly, and most of them are older than me. They, like me, are drop outs, and they're way cooler than my parents. We skateboard most days, which is the only thing I find gives me much fun in my life. I fucking love to skate, I'm pretty good at it too. I never get bored of it and I'm always learning new tricks. I usually fall down a bunch too, but you get used to it. You ache a few days maybe and then come right. After we skate, we usually have a few drinks (which they buy) and maybe smoke a little weed. The way life should be.
When night comes, I usually crash at one of my friend's places. Like I mentioned, they're older than me, so they have their own homes. I don't have a whole lot of money, so I usually pay them back in other ways. I'm not particularly keen on the ways they get me to do that sometimes, but it's better than spending the night outside. I know they're still my friends, but I gotta owe them something. They never force me to do anything I don't want to. Sometimes I'll suck it up and do it (they're guys so you can probably imagine what they have me do) and other days I'm just not in the mood for that shit. Those days I just have to find another way to pay, or somewhere else to stay. A bit of a motto of mine, I guess.
Today was a sweet day. It was overcast, and there was no wind, which is perfect for boarding. The sun is great and all, but that shit gets hot way too quick on the concrete. Grey white sky, no wind, it's just the tits. I must have been skating for a good 2 hours, before I even had to take a break. Not from being too tired either, but I just couldn't hold it any longer.
"Hey Tyler, I gotta go take a piss, will you watch my board?" I called out. Tyler was one of my best buds, I'd trust him with my life.
"Yeah, sure thing lil dude"
It was a bit of a hike over to the restroom, on the other side of the park. I hoofed it as quickly as I could, so I could get my business done, then back to boarding. Plus, spending as little time in that cold ass concrete restroom the better. As luck would have it, Murphy's Law had something else in mind though. I had barely got in there, and got to the urinal when some older guy came in and yelled something at me.
"Fuck, you scared the shit outta me!" I yelped. I quickly put my junk away in case he was some kind of pervert.
"What you up to?" He asked.
"The fuck does it look like, I'm trying taking a piss. The fuck do you want?"
"I thought you might be interested in having a chat with me and my friend Benjamin here?" he asked, waving some money at me.
Shit, he was a pervert. Probably wants to buy me or something. That's something I'll do for my friends if I need somewhere to stay, and IF I'm in the right mood, but not for some fucking stranger.
"Yeah right. I'm no homo, take your money and fuck off weirdo."
"I'm not either, I actually have a wife and kid about your age. I just want your piss" he said.
"Sounds like something only a weirdo would want to me. "
The fuck? Why does he want my piss?
"I have no interest in anything else, I promise. Just piss in my mouth for $100. What do you say?"
A hundred bucks was a lot of money, but there was no way I was trusting this guy. Probably will bite me or something. Besides I didn't need money right now, I got by just fine.
"$100? Fuck off."
He took out another hundred. Now he was getting my attention. My bladder was screaming out too, it had to be let out somewhere soon, money or not.
"$200 and we have a deal?" he asked.
"I dunno man. No funny business?"
"None."
He looked reasonable enough, and he had mentioned he was married and had a kid. Not that wouldn't mean he wasn't a kiddy fiddler, but..I dunno. Might as well, it is just going down the drain anyway. And might as well leech him for as much dough I can get.
"Make it $300 and we got a deal"
"What is this? Friggin inflation?"
"300, and I'll do it." I told him.
He emptied his wallet and it came to like $280. I dunno if it was the money or my bladder but I gave in. As long as it was only piss, I guess that is fine. He suggested we should go into the stall so no one else could see.
"Fine. Better make it quick because I was busting before I even got in here."
It was pretty tight in the single stall. I was pretty careful watching him as got close, just in case he busted out a knife or something. We moved around so he was sitting and I was standing next to him. He still had the money in his hand, so I went to take it from him, but he pulled away.
"Before you get the money, I need to see your cock"
"What the fuck? That wasn't part of the deal."
"Well tough. It's important. If you haven't started puberty, then the deal is off."
"What does that matter? It's just piss?"
"It matters to me. Show me, take it or leave it."
I'd show him fucking puberty. I undid my jeans, and pulled my dick out. I had some hair down there, and I could cum. I was pretty proud of my dick actually. Of the people my age I had seen, I was way bigger. Even my friends said my cock was pretty long. I had seen some of them, and I did seem to be bigger, even than some of the 18-year-olds, some who had little stumpy ones compared to me. I was uncut as well, with a bit of foreskin which hid my knob. I have big balls too. At least I have a career in porn if skateboarding doesn't work out.
"Good enough for you old man?" I asked, shaking it at him. Dude was lucky my friend let me have a shower this morning, otherwise he would be sniffing my dick cheese. Sometimes I can go a few days between washes, I might have just been a bit sweaty from this morning's workout.
"Nice, yeah. Give it to me." he replied, seeming satisfied and finally handing me the cash. He didn't even take his eyes off my dick.
I was pretty ready to go so I stepped up, pulled back my foreskin, and shoved my dick in his mouth. I could feel the little bumps of his tongue on the underside of my dick, and I started to piss. A couple times I felt my dick slide against the inside of his teeth so I grabbed the back of his head, and held him in place just in case. His mouth was really warm, he had his eyes closed, almost as if he was enjoying it.
"How's the taste?" I joked, knowing he couldn't speak.
I had tasted my friend's piss a couple of times, so I had a bit of an idea what he was going through. One time it was a dare when one of them pissed into a bottle and I had to drink it, the other time it was more like what I was doing now with this guy, where he stuck it in his mouth. It pretty much tasted like piss to me. I had coughed a bunch of times when I did it, but this guy seemed to not be having any trouble. I gripped his head a little tighter as I pushed with my bladder to increase the flow, to see if he could take it all. I could feel my piss really gushing out but he didn't seem to be having any trouble, so it definitely wouldn't have been his first time.
When I was done, I pulled back, just looking at him. My cock was still out of my pants, but I didn't really care. He can check it out if he wants, he'd seen it already.
"What's your name kid?"
"Justin"
"Well Justin, if you want, I can come by another time and we can do this again another day?"
"What's in it for me?" Sounded good to me, but this guy seemed desperate. I wanted to milk him for everything I could get.
"Isn't the money enough?"
"Yeah the money is nice, but I feel like you're only doing half the job.
"What else do you want?"
He says he is a married man, but I was still unsure of that. He seemed pretty comfortable drinking my piss. I pulled out my balls to see just how far he was willing to go.
"You can start by kissing my balls" I ordered, showing my ballbag to his face.
He planted his lips on my left nut, he had a decent amount of pressure there as he made out with it. He licked from the underside of my balls back to the top, top bottom, and was even willing to take the whole ball in his mouth, probing it gently inside his mouth.
"Don't forget the other one either" I reminded him.
He was really going to town down there, it felt fucking great. He didn't try putting them both in his mouth, but he licked every inch of my balls, I could feel every touch of his tongue against my skin.
I got him to open his mouth again and I stuffed my cock back in there. This time I didn't need to piss, but if he was going to be my cock servant, he would have to be willing to take my cum as well. I hadn't had time to jerk off this morning, so now was as good a time as any to blow my load too.
I grabbed his head, pulling it back and forth along my cock, making him work my dick with his lips. He was pretty good at it too, as awkward as I was making it. I could feel him doing his best trying to suck, to pleasure me. Was this guy actually married? I kept yanking his head back and forth, probably making it pretty uncomfortable for him, but I didn't give a shit. I needed to get off, and I could feel it building. Moving his head was hard work, more so than my hands, and I started puffing before long. I wasn't used to jerking like this, but I was horny as fuck so it only took me a couple of minutes. I pulled my dick just as I could feel my cum building, so I could see him take my jizz into his mouth. Then I topped his head back, as I squeezed the last drips along my cock so he could swallow that too.
Looking down at him I could see he had a drip of my cum, oozing out of the side of his mouth. "Yeah, I guess we can do this again sometime. Just bring the money."
Dude I was going to be making bank!
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