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—— Adam ——
It had been a few days since the last time I hung out with Brody and Derek. It seemed like they were basically living together now, with Brody spending all of his nights over at Derek's place. I liked it because it meant that I got the dorm room to myself.
I'd been spending the time catching up on school work, hanging with my friends... Starting to feel some return to normalcy after what had been a very adventurous week for me. I was really glad I'd gone for it; those two had ushered me into a new and exciting world, but the whole thing still weirded me out quite a bit and I needed to relax and feel like my old self a bit.
The message from I'd received Martinez kept popping up in my mind, though. I knew something was eventually going to happen. I'd seen him around campus a couple times, and while I couldn't help but stare at him, he'd just smile and nod. Totally chill, which I appreciated. I even winked at him one time.
He really was insanely sexy. He was tall and had a very large frame. He was bulky, muscled, and liked to wear tight t-shirts that showed off his biceps. Whenever he lifted his arm, I could see sweat stains, and hairs poking out from his pits. Whenever I saw him around, I immediately felt like I was back in the library washroom, huddled in the corner, his big, thick, dark cock spewing it's visibly yellow piss all over me. My pants would get tight at the thought, and I'd try to push it down, focus back on whatever else I had to do. I didn't like how out of control he made me feel.
His friend, Dave, was with him sometimes. Dave was an absolute cutey. He was also taller than me, but shorter than Martinez. He was lean, with a swimmers build, and he wore glasses. Every time I saw him, my mind flashed back to the video they'd sent me of Dave downing a glass of piss.
It wasn't until Friday that anything more than a few exchanged glances took place. I was sitting at the Student Union, eating lunch, when Martinez slid into the chair on one side of me, and Dave into the other.
"So, when were you gonna call me?" Martinez asked, playfully, smiling at me. His body odor was strong, as if he'd worn his shirt to a few work outs without changing it. He slid closer to me in his chair, so that I could feel the warmth from his body, and he put his arm around me casually, as if we were already close friends. "I've been so excited to have found another pig on campus, but you're giving me the cold shoulder."
"I got a life," I said simply, belligerent, not wanting to show all my cards, show how desperately I wanted to play with them. Dave chuckled and raised an eyebrow, taking a long drink from a red water bottle.
Martinez squeezed me close to him with his big arm, nudging me to look down. I saw that under the table, he was slowly pulling down the fly of his pants.
I quickly and instinctively looked all around the room, but we were positioned so that nobody was going to be able to see it except me. The table was in the back corner of the room, and separated from the rest of it by a row of garbage and recycling bins.
Martinez gently closed his large brown palm around my left hand, and moved it down to his lap. Despite wanting to retain my cool, I couldn't help letting my fingers slide inside his open fly. He wasn't wearing any underwear. As my fingers brushed against his big floppy, hairy dick, I felt it jump to life, the blood flowing to meet my touch. I felt his cock swell in my hand, and my own begin to swell in my pants.
"It likes you," Martinez purred in my ear, his cock still growing, forcing its way out of the fly. I let my hand glide down the shaft, into the sweaty warmth of his pubic area, and I cradled his gigantic furry balls in my palm. "It wants to have fun with you. Do you want to have fun with it? With me?" He asked, his presence, his smell, the feel of his dick overpowering me.
"Yeah, I really do," I said, I felt Martinez cock twitch in my hand at the acknowledgment.
Dave leaned back in his chair to glance what was happening under the table, and he grinned happily. One of his hands reached down to his own crotch, and the other lifted the red plastic waterbottle to his lips once again. I'd begun to notice that he carried that thing everywhere with him.
"It's empty," he said to Martinez, frowning.
"Well, boy," Martinez said. "You're going to have to wait for a refill now aren't you?"
Dave looked disappointed, but he nodded, obediently.
"You're coming over to my apartment tonight," Martinez said, turning back to me. "We're having a party, and you're going to be the guest of honor."
I no longer had any inclination to argue, or assert myself against Martinez, I just wanted to give in. I simply nodded, and gave his dick another squeeze.
"Invite your friends, too," he said, pushing my hand away from his dick and stuffing it back into his pants. "That one who was in the bathroom with you was cute."
I nodded again, feeling speechless, wondering just who would all be at this party, and what exactly being the `guest of honor' meant.
"Come on," Martinez said to Dave, standing up and stretching his arms high above his head, yawning. "Let's hit the restroom and I'll give you a refill for your next class."
I found myself feeling jealous of Dave, and jealous of the closeness he and Martinez obviously shared. All of my posturing at wanting independence seemed silly when I saw this alternate possibility displaying itself before me.
My dick was still rock hard in my pants, and now wet with precum. A big part of me wanted to go run to my dorm room and jerk off, more than once if it was necessary, in order to clear my head, to make a clear decision about whether I really wanted to do this. But an even bigger part of me resisted, knowing that I had to do it. I had to plunge in and see how deep I would go.
"Hey Adam!" I heard a voice nearby and I looked up. It was Neil, a sophmore who was in a few of my classes. He was short, and stocky, with thick brown shaggy hair, a big frame that held the little bit of extra weight he carried extremely well. He'd always seemed friendly enough, but we hadn't really spoken beyond some basic pleasantries before.
"Hey Neil," I answered, scootching my seat forward to hide the bulge in my pants.
"I saw you chatting with Dave and Martinez there," he said, smiling, looking very casual. "You going to the party tonight? Martinez said he was going to invite you."
He casually let one of his hands down to his crotch, which he scratched at, almost absently.
Neil was a pig too? I thought. How many of us are there?
—— Brody ——
Before we had ever gotten together romantically or sexually, Derek and I had become friends mostly because of our shared love of movies. We were both film nerds, but today it was the first time we were going to see a movie together as a kind of couple. I offered to pay for the tickets. Derek protested, but I was used to doing it with my girlfriends, and anyway, I liked being a provider in that way, in any way I could, actually. So, while we were outside the theater smoking a joint before going in, I bought the tickets on my phone — that way, he couldn't really do anything about it.
By the time we finished smoking, I was really high, and we had to rush inside to make in on time. I fumbled around with my phone, showing the e-tickets to the kid at the front booth, and then we slipped inside the theater. It wasn't too full, and we were able to choose a couple seats tucked away in the back — we had the whole back row to ourselves.
Instead of buying the crazy, overpriced snacks, Derek had popped some popcorn back at home, and brought it in with his backpack, which he unzipped and offered me some.
The theater got dark, and the first of the advertisements came on. I always hated this part. I wished they would just get down to the movie. I leaned over closer to Derek and started kissing his neck and his ear a little bit. He giggled and moved closer to me, rubbing his stubbled cheek against my face. I put my hand on his head, and turned it towards me, so that we could kiss properly. He set the popcorn down on the ground, and we began fully making out.
I felt his hand land in my lap; he let it rest there, the weight of it on my junk, which was slowly responding to the contact, but I was still extremely stoned and feeling a little disconnected form my body.
Once the trailers started playing, we settled back into our seats, though he kept his hand casually resting on my lap. It felt nice and comforting.
Eating the popcorn began to make me thirsty, as popcorn tends to do. Generally being such a movie lover, I'd always make sure I didn't drink too much liquid during a movie, because I hated getting up to pee, but somehow I didn't think that would be a problem this time, so I drank from the waterbottle Derek had brought with us greedily. He watched me drink, smiling.
About twenty minutes into the movie, I felt my phone buzz. Fucking thing. Thought I'd turned it off. I held the power button down in my pocket so that it would shut off completely without me having to take it out.
Another twenty minutes later, I nudged him with my elbow, and gave him my favorite half smile, which, by this point in our relationship, we both knew the full meaning of without any explanation.
"Follow my lead on this, okay?" He whispered. I nodded, and he shuffled out of the seat and got down on the ground in front of me. In fact, he layed down, right on his back, his head between my feet, and he opened his mouth wide in a big goofy smile.
Alright, I thought, if this is how he wants it... It's gonna be messy, though I suppose we never usually minded a mess. I shuffled forward on my chair, unzipped my pants, and tilted my body forward slightly. I needed to brace myself against the chair in front of me in order to get the angle right, and it all felt a bit awkward, but my bladder was killing me, and so it didn't take long for me to get going.
The first bit dribbled out onto my pants, and Derek reached up to push the fabric out of the way, while I tried to aim my cock a little bit better. The second squirt hit him in the face, mostly. Maybe some got in his mouth... It was hard to tell because the theater was dark. As the stream slowly started coming out with some force, I was able, after getting probably way too much in his hair and his face, to hit the target and aim right for his mouth.
Thank God there was a big booming action sequence playing up on the screen. The sound of the piss stream filling his mouth was pretty loud. I could still hear it, but a few furtive looks around the theatre told me that nobody else could, or was paying any attention.
As my nearly clear stream kept flowing and flowing, I noticed something, which was that Derek wasn't closing his mouth in order to swallow. The piss was simply filling his mouth, and as it was about the reach the top and spill out, the level just went down again. I didn't even know that swallowing with your mouth open like that was possible. It was really fucking hot.
My piss kept flowing for what seemed like a really long time. Derek had closed his eyes, probably because I'd gotten piss in them, but he looked like he was in heaven lying down there on the dirty theater floor, gulping my waste.
As I felt my bladder starting to reach empty, I pushed with everything I could, pushing as much piss out with as much force as I could, shaking my dick around for the last of the stream, getting it on my legs, his shirt, and the back of the seat in front of us.
When I was done, Derek got up, and we kept watching the movie.
Probably about an hour later, the movie was wrapping up, I felt Derek grab my hand, and put it to his crotch. I closed my hand around his package, massaging it a little bit, thinking maybe he wanted to play here in the back of the theatre, but then I felt my hand start to get wet. He was pissing his pants right here in the theatre, pissing all over my hand. I felt my dick immediately begin to get hard as he soaked his underwear and his pants, and the piss began to dribble down onto the floor.
He leaned over and started kissing me as I used my fingers to play around with his stream, rubbing his piss into his pubes and all over his balls. I made a little cup with my hand, and tried to bring a little bit up to my mouth. It mostly dribbled out onto our shirts, but I was able to get a small taste of the recycled piss. We both licked at my hand and then continued to make out. I brought my hand down again to his crotch, this time outside of his pants, which were now soaked, and squeezed the still warm wetness in and around his cock, which was half hard, but seemed to be finished pissing.
The credits began to roll, and we waited until the theater had cleared out before walking quickly to the emergency exit that led directly outside. He was soaked and smelled like piss, and so we decided to walk home, rather than take the bus. The theater was only about a forty minute walk from campus, and from Derek's apartment.
We stopped briefly in a park on the way home and I emptied my bladder once more all over him and his clothes, tucked away in some bushes.
It wasn't until we'd gotten home, removed his wet clothes, showered together, and I'd jerked off into his mouth that I turned my phone back on.
I had a message from Adam saying that Martinez, that basketball player, had invited us all to a `party'. It was already late by this point, almost midnight, and Derek and I both decided we were too tired for any parties, but I was extremely curious to hear from Adam about what had happened.
—— Adam ——
Neither Brody of Derek responded to my calls or text messages, and so when 9pm rolled around, I was headed to Martinez place all by myself. It wasn't too far from Derek's apartment, in the same neighborhood just off the campus, but he didn't just have an apartment, he had a house.
Double checking to make sure I had the right address, I stood there on the front step for a moment, hesitating, heart pounding, wondering just what the hell I'd gotten myself into, when the door opened before I'd even knocked on it. Martinez stood there, in the same tight red t-shirt he'd been wearing that afternoon in the cafeteria. His armpits still damp with sweat.
"Glad you could make it," Martinez said, warmly, smiling. I smiled back, and tried to peer past him into the house. I couldn't hear any music, or see any lights on. It didn't seem like too much of a party.
"Where is everyone?" I asked.
"Oh, most of the guys will get here a little later," he said, grinning. "But first, we have to make sure that you understand how this is going to work."
I followed him inside, and he led me into a living room where Dave and Neil were already sitting on the couch, naked. On the coffee table in front of them was three yellow jerseys. Instead of a name, each had the word `Bucket' on them, and they were numbered 1, 2, and 3.
"Get naked, fag," Martinez said, firmly, but not unkindly. I felt awkward standing there with the three of them watching me, but I couldn't pretend that I wasn't excited, or interested. Martinez handed me a plastic bag. "Put your clothes in here. You can have them back when the night's over."
I knew there was no point in protesting, and furthermore, that I didn't even really want to. I stripped off my shirt, pants, underwear, and socks, and put them in the bag.
"Now sit down on the couch."
I did.
"Okay, so, in about half an hour, there's going to be about thirty men here, you understand? Not fag boys like you three, but real men, like me. You three are the buckets."
I looked over at Dave and Neil on the couch beside me and saw that none of this seemed surprising to them. This wasn't their first time at this rodeo.
"Buckets, if you don't already know, are there, primarily, for men to piss and cum in."
I felt my dick shoot to attention, and Martinez laughed derisively.
"I thought you'd like that, fag bucket," he said. "You'll also get us drinks, massage our feet, lick our assholes. You'll do anything we want."
Martinez looked at me. "You in?" he asked.
I nodded.
He laughed. "Thought so. Now. You're bucket number one." He handed me the jersey with the big 1 on it. "That means that you'll be very busy. You'll be called on first by every man here who needs to unload anything."
I pulled the Jersey on over my head.
"If you are busy, or if you really need a break, you can hand off to bucket number 2," he handed the second jersey to Neil.
"Bucket number 3 can also help pick up the slack, and will also serve you two as bottom bucket, so he's gonna get all the piss you two get, but second hand."
Martinez handed the last Jersey to Dave.
"Any questions?"
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