Urinal Boy 3: Boy Meets Boy
By
Toby Tyler
The story is completely fiction. If you are under 18 or if it is illegal for you to read it, I'm sure something really, really awful will happen. If you liked my story, I'd love to hear from you. You can email me at Tobyt_yler@yahoo.com, and please remember to mention the title of the story in the subject line.
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Urinal Boy 3: Boy Meets Boy
Thanks to my dad and Adam, I was now completely hooked on piss. My mom didn't know I kept a Veryfine apple juice bottle under my bed so I could secretly fill up and drink my own piss. But it just wasn't the same as drinking Dad's or my brother's straight from the source.
When I went to the bathroom at school I secretly tried to get a look at the other boys as they took a leak. I started to hang around there a lot, actually. I loved the tangy smell of piss in the air.
One day I was in the boys room when it dawned on me that most boys were too lazy to flush the urinals, and since our janitors never bothered sticking those perfumed urinal cakes in them, that I might have a good supply of boy piss all week long if I was sneaky enough about it.
When you come into the boys room at my school the urinals are just past the sinks. Nobody wants to use the one near the sink, and the urinals closer to the far wall get the most use. The one at the very end was always filled with a rich, smelly, golden brew, the accumulation of what had trickled out of maybe a dozen boys' cocks that day.
I had gotten a bathroom pass from the teacher near the end of the day, so I knew there would be a lot of piss waiting for me. When I got there Scott Cooper was pissing in the last urinal. Scott didn't know who I was, but everyone knew he was one of our school's star basketball players. I was always too shy to talk to him, but I wondered what he would have thought if he knew that I'd be drinking his piss if he didn't flush that urinal.
Since the boys room was empty except for the two of us, I knew he'd be suspicious if I went to the urinal right next to him, so I went to one farther down and pretended to piss, waiting for him to leave. I was desperately hoping that Scott wouldn't flush the urinal.
I was in luck. Scott finished pissing, spat into the urinal, zipped up and walked out without washing his hands, ignoring me as he passed by.
My heart was pounding with excitement and my dick was hard as I approached the urinal. There it was, a frothy gob of spit floating in a dark yellow puddle of concentrated schoolboy piss. I got on my knees in front of the urinal and began licking the drops of piss from the edge of the urinal. Then I stuck my finger in the piss. It was still warm.
I was so frightened that I might get caught, but I knew I just had to do it. I stuck my head in the urinal and put my lips to the puddle of Scott's piss. I touched my tongue to the gob of spit that Scott had left there. I started rubbing my dick through my jeans as I began to lap at the piss like a cat.
I found that lapping at the piss wasn't the most efficient way to drink from the urinal, so I put my lips to the puddle and began slurping, taking the whole gob of spit in with my first gulp of spit. I swished it around in my mouth, reveling at what a dirty and disgusting boy I was.
I decided that as long as I didn't hear someone coming, I was going to try to drink up all the piss out of that urinal. There was about a half a cup of piss, so I was able to suck up most of it pretty quickly. I wondered if it was safe to pull my cock out or not. I thought about it as I began licking what piss remained out of the urinal and decided against it.
To my relief and delight, I was able to finish drinking from the urinal without interruption. I finished off by licking the porcelain clean, as well as the metal drain. I was so horny I could contain myself no longer. I got up, locked myself into a stall, pulled out my dick and promptly came all over my hand. I licked the cum off my hand, zipped up my pants and went back to class.
Drinking piss out of the school urinals became a regular thing for me. My mouth would water when I entered the boys room, and sometimes I would have to wait in a stall for a long time before the coast was clear. I liked it best when I got to see whose piss I would be drinking, but usually each urinal contained a mixture. I sat in class daydreaming, looking at all the boys and wondering if I had drunk their piss yet. I had no way of knowing unless I actually saw the boy standing at the urinal.
One Friday afternoon, I found myself craving some piss really bad. I asked the teacher to be excused and she gave me the bathroom pass, which was a big block of wood that said BOYS. The bathroom passes were made by students in the woodshop, so it was ugly and badly carved. As I walked down the hall with it, I excitedly kissed the bathroom pass. The bathroom passes had begun to mean so much to me that just holding one in my hand gave me an instant erection, because I knew it was my ticket to all the piss I could drink.
The halls were quiet and the boys room was empty. It looked like I was going to be able to take my time, maybe even drink from two or three urinals instead of just my favorite one, the one by the far wall that got used the most.
As I always did, I quickly looked under the toilet stalls to make sure nobody was in them. Then I dropped to my knees in front of my favorite urinal, ready to work. Some boy had thrown a cigarrette butt in the urinal, which I didn't think was very thoughtful. Still, I wasn't going to let a little cigarrette ash get in the way of my Friday afternoon enjoyment. I picked the butt out and tossed it into the next urinal. Then I started to drink.
The piss flavor was particularly concentrated that day; boys had been pissing in it since 8:30 that morning and not one boy had bothered to flush it. Throughout the day some water had evaporated, making the piss even stronger than ever. I was in heaven! I stuck my face deeper into the puddle of piss, not caring if it got on my nose and chin. I was so engrossed that I didn't even hear the bathroom door open.
I turned around in horror to see Randy Marshall looking down at me, his straight brown hair hanging in his big brown eyes and his hands in his pockets. I didn't know what to do or say. I had been caught red-handed with my face in the urinal. I don't even think my heart was beating, and I was frozen to the spot. I could do nothing but look up at Randy, trying to read the expression on his face. How the fuck was I going to explain myself? Even if I had been caught sucking another boy's dick, at least someone could sort of understand why I might want to do that, but drinking piss out of a urinal? I felt repulsive and humiliated. Was there any way I could keep Randy from telling everyone what I had done, I wondered. Maybe I could bribe him to keep quiet, I thought.
As I looked up at Randy's pale, freckled face which stood out in contrast to his dark hair and eyes, I wondered how I was going to talk myself out of this. My face was wet with boy urine and I could feel it trickling down my neck and onto my shirt. I was in an awful mess. I waited to see what Randy would say.
Randy continued to look at me quizzically for a minute. He probably wasn't sure what to say to me either. Finally, he cracked a smile.
"I think you need a straw," he giggled. "A straw would make it easier, wouldn't it?"
I didn't answer. I figured he had every right to make fun of me. I'd let him get it out of his system before I'd start pleading with him to keep my secret.
"Hey, you're Jaden, right? From gym class?"
I nodded. "Uh-huh." I waited quietly to get the humiliation over with.
"And you like to drink guys' piss. Funny, I never woulda thunk it. I guess everyone's got a little secret. I had no idea you were this perverted. Turns ya on, don't it?"
I nodded silently.
I didn't want to answer him. Should I admit to him that I had no interest in girls at all, and let him know that I was gay as well as a piss drinker? That made it even worse. I didn't say anything.
"Jaden, you can get up, you know. Yeah, stand up."
I stood up.
Randy stood really close to me, inspecting the piss that was dripping from my face. I didn't expect what happened next.
Randy grabbed me by my shoulders, pulling my face close to his. I could smell the distinctive, not unpleasant odor of his breath. What was he going to do? I hoped he wasn't going to hit me.
I was shocked when Randy started licking the piss off my face. I felt completely electrified as his warm, wet tongue slowly moved across my cheek and moved down towards my chin. He then licked a drop of piss off my nose. As his tongue passed across my lips I instinctively opened my mouth to let his tongue in.
It was the first time I had ever been kissed by a boy. Sure, I had done lots of dirty sexual things with Adam and my dad, but neither of them would let me kiss them. Well, not on the mouth, anyway.
I remember once when I made the mistake of trying to kiss my brother on the lips when I went over to visit. Adam pushed me away and got very angry. "Don't do that again, you little shit!" he said.
"But Adam, I was just so happy to see you I wanted to kiss you!" I explained. "I'm sorry."
"Just don't ever kiss me on the lips."
"Can I kiss you on the cheek?" I begged hopefully.
"You can kiss my nuts and my dick when I tell you to."
"Anywhere else?"
"Sure, Jaden. Why do you want to kiss me so bad?"
"I wanna show you I love you."
"Then get on your hands and knees."
I got on my hands and knees at Adam's feet.
"Kiss my sneakers."
Obediently, I kissed each sneaker. I looked up at him to see if he approved.
"Why don't you be a good boy and take my sneakers off so you can start kissing my feet?"
"Okay, Adam."
Adam sat on the couch and I took each sneaker off, sniffing the inside of each one before I put it on the floor next to him. Then I peeled his socks off. I spent about ten minutes smothering Adam's feet with kisses. I kissed every part of his feet, the tops, the soles, the heels and the toes.
"Hey Jaden, why are you kissing my feet?"
"Because you're my brother and I love you."
So that was the only kissing I had ever really done before. Now I was standing in the boys' lavatory as another boy held me close and thrust his tongue into my mouth. He pushed it in further and I opened my mouth wider to accommodate it. I felt Randy's tongue exploring every part of my mouth, trying to get the full flavor of the piss I had been drinking. He pulled me closer and I felt his erection pressing against mine.
Just when I needed to take a breath he broke the kiss and let go of me. I shivered when I saw the devilish gleam in Randy's eye.
"Like I said, you really need a straw for this. That's what I always do, anyway." To my surprise, (as if I weren't surprised enough all ready) Randy pulled a straw out of the pocket of his hooded sweatshirt. It was a regular plastic cafeteria straw that he had cut in half. "C'mon, Jaden, let's drink up!"
I was stunned. "You too?!!"
"Jaden, I'm just as surprised as you. I thought I was the only one in the world who did this! I can't believe we're lucky enough to find out about each other!"
"A-a-are you serious?" I asked.
"Sure I am. I was just coming down here for a little, too. You can imagine how surprised I was to see you drinking at my favorite urinal! C'mon, you didn't drink it all. Let's finish it up!"
Randy took me by the hand and led me to the urinal. He got on his knees where I had been and motioned for me to kneel down next to him. He took the straw and began sucking up the piss. Then he smiled and handed the straw to me.
"Go ahead, I'm not greedy."
Slowly, I put my lips around Randy's straw and drank some piss. He was right, it was much easier. But for some reason it wasn't quite as fun as getting my face all into it.
Randy and I passed the straw back and forth until the urinal was empty. "I'll let you `lick the bowl' on this one!" he laughed. He put his hand on my head, running his fingers through my hair for a few seconds before he gently pushed my head into the urinal, guiding me to lick it clean. At that point my fear had disappeared and I was happy to have him with me.
"Let's do another one!" Randy exclaimed when we were done with the urinal. So we drank the piss out of the next one, too.
When we were finished, Randy looked at me sweetly and asked, "I think I have to piss, too. You want me to piss in your mouth for you?"
"I kinda think we should get back to our classes. We've been gone too long. We're gonna get detention."
"Oh fuck it, let's just skip class and mess around somewhere." Then Randy paused for a second. "Actually, if we get detention, we'll be here after school is out. We might have a chance to go around to all the boys' lavatories and drink without being disturbed."
"Unless the janitors come around."
"We can figure out their schedule."
"Uh, Randy?" I asked. "Do you like to drink from the girls' toilets, too?"
Randy looked horrified. "That's just gross!" Then he laughed. "As if drinking out of urinals in the boys' room ain't gross, either. I don't know about you, Jaden, but I'd prefer to just stick to the boys' lavatories."
"I'm with you there." I said..
"I only like boys anyway. I'm glad we both agree on that, too. C'mon, let's cut school for the rest of the day. I want you to drink my piss but I've got a stiffy right now. We can go out to the woods and mess around."
"Let's go!" I said.
To be continued.
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