Urinal Boy

I love to visit my dad on weekends. Not every weekend, only two weekends a month, but boy do I look forward to them! Although mom got custody of the two of us, when my big brother Adam turned 18 he moved back in with dad.

I can’t wait for those Fridays when Dad picks me up from school. I always get in the back seat, even though I could have sat in front. As we drive out of the city I slowly begin taking my clothes off, starting with my socks and sneakers. I keep my shirt on until we get off the highway and onto the back roads. Dad won’t let me wear any clothes when I’m staying at his place. It’s one of his rules, and I always follow it.

Dad never lets me suck him off while he’s driving, since he doesn’t want to have an accident.

It’s too bad my mom makes me pack all those clothes and my toothbrush and stuff, since I won’t be using any of it at Dad’s place. I leave everything in the car. So for the whole weekend I don’t wear clothes, brush my teeth or bathe. That’s the way Dad and Adam like it. I like it that way, too.

My dad lives on a quiet country road, and there are enough trees and bushes around so that nobody sees me when we pull into the driveway. It’s always fun to get out of the car naked as a jaybird and walk into the house.

Usually Adam is sitting on the couch watching TV and drinking a beer when I get in. Dad lets him drink, but I’m not allowed. His legs are spread wide and I can already see his cock bulging through his jeans. The first thing I always do when I get there is I get down on my knees in front of him and rub my face against his crotch.

“I love you, Adam” I say as I start to kiss his throbbing teen cock through his jeans. Adam never speaks to me until I’ve swallowed my first load of his cum. I rest my head on his crotch for a minute, enjoying the warmth for a minute before I begin to unzip his jeans.

I love the smell of Adam’s piss-stained underwear as I pull it down. Alex doesn’t move a muscle, so it usually takes me a minute to get his cock out. Mmm, it seems a little bigger each time. I love how full it feels in my hand as I plant a tiny kiss on the big fat head. I lick the piss slit a little before I open my mouth wide and take him in as far as I can.

By this time Dad has parked the car, picked up the mail and come into the house. He nods approvingly when he sees me servicing my brother. He sits down in his recliner and watches us. When I am finished with Adam I will fetch Dad a beer and do the same for him.

I spend a long time savoring my brother’s cock, licking it with long strokes and then taking it deep down my throat until I gag. I think they like to hear me gag. I’m loving the salty taste, the funky smell in his pubic hair. I let his dick slide out of my mouth and start to lick his balls.

I have to be very careful when I lick Adam’s balls. He loves having his balls licked but they’re very sensitive. If I’m too rough he will twist my ear or pull my hair to let me know I need to be more gentle.

I can tell when Adam is about to shoot by the way he tenses up. When he’s about to cum I make sure his cock is as far down my throat as possible. I love the feel of the squirting against my tonsils. Sometimes he grabs my head and shoves it down on his cock so I’m forced to swallow, sometimes he pulls out a little and shoots it all over my tongue so I can taste it. But I must never spill a drop because Adam will be mad if I make a mess.

When I am finished with Adam I carefully pull his underwear back up and zip up his jeans. Then he speaks to me. “Jaden, throw away this empty can and bring me another beer.”

“Yes, Adam.” I go to the fridge and get two beers, one for Adam and one for my Dad.

I love sucking my Dad because his cock is so much bigger than Adam’s. I can’t fit it in all the way down my throat, but it tastes and smells so much better that I try even harder to please Dad. And Dad thrusts harder, which is always more fun for me. I usually have a raging hard on when I’m sucking Dad, but I’m never allowed to touch myself. I have to save my jerking off until I get back in my own bed at my mother’s house.

Adam took a nice picture of me with my lips wrapped around Dad’s cock once. They threw away my school picture that my mom sent them and put that one in the frame instead. They’ve got lots of pictures of me around the house, me smiling with Adam’s jizz on my face, my mouth open with Dad’s jizz on my tongue, me sticking things up my ass, Adam fucking me. I guess they must hide those pictures when people come over to the house. But they always leave them up when I’m around, even if Dad or Adam have friends over. I guess their friends don’t mind, since they usually have me service them too.

Once I’ve swallowed my two loads for the night I go into my cage and wait for Dad to lock me up. There’s nothing in the cage for me to sleep on, so I usually look around for some of their dirty laundry that I can pick up and use for bedding. I love using Dad’s dirty underwear and Adam’s smelly socks for a pillow.

I like to help out around the house. When Dad lets me out of my cage on Saturday morning I like to do the laundry for them. They never pick up after themselves. They always leave the laundry for me to do, so I get to go around the house picking up underwear, socks, t-shirts and jeans and then lovingly washing, drying and folding them. For the most part, I stay inside the house on these weekends since I’m not wearing any clothes. I do all the laundry and chores when they are out so I can relax and let them fuck me when they get home.

Doing the laundry is so much fun because I get to smell Adam’s socks, which usually reek from running and playing basketball. I also like to suck on the piss stains from Dad’s underwear, too.

I have dinner ready for them, usually something simple I know how to cook like fish sticks or frozen pizza. I’ve usually eaten something beforehand, since they don’t let me sit at the table with them.

“Adam, will you please fuck me?” I always have to ask because Adam is really lazy and would rather just sit back and have me suck him.

“Why don’t you suck my dick instead?”

“You’d fuck me if you really loved me.”

“Fine. Sit on my dick and ride it.”

“Thanks Adam! You’re the best!”

There are never any condoms or lubricant in the house, so I always start by sucking his dick so it’s nice and wet. Then I sit in his lap and slide down on it. It always hurts a little at first, but once I feel he’s all the way in, a warm feeling of pleasure fills me up. I begin to ride up and down.

Since we don’t use lube, the saliva dries out pretty quickly. When that happens, I get off his lap and put his dick back in my mouth for a bit to get it nice and wet. I usually have to do this a whole bunch of times before Adam shoots his load into me.

Dad, on the other hand, likes to fuck me hard. That’s why I always do Adam first, to get loosened up. I wait for Dad on his bed on all fours with my ass up in the air. I usually don’t need lubrication at that point because of Adam’s cum dripping out of my ass. Dad does not go in gentle. He shoves it in hard and pushes my face into the pillow. With Adam I can control my pleasure, but with Dad I have no control. Dad fucks me like an animal and when he’s done he’s done, leaving me to clean up the sheets.

I give them back rubs and foot rubs. I especially like the foot rubs because I can smell and lick their feet all I want. I trim their toenails for them. I suck the toe jam out.

If Dad or Adam invites their friends over, I make sure they feel at home. I bring them beers and snacks, take their sneakers off and give them foot rubs, and offer to suck their cocks. Usually I get to suck every guy off before the night is through.

One Sunday night Dad had invited a few friends from work over for a barbecue. That was the day the toilet broke and we couldn’t figure out how to fix it in time for the guests. Then Adam had a brilliant idea. He found a way for me to help.

Before the guests came over, Adam told me to run the water in the bathtub and get in it. I needed to take a bath anyway, so mom wouldn’t notice how bad I when Dad brought me back.

“Now, Jaden, you stay in that bathtub and don’t come out.”

“But Alex,” I whined, “how can I serve any of Dad’s friends if I’m taking a bath?”

“Oh, you’ll serve them all right. Since the toilet won’t flush, you’ll be filling in.”

“You mean,”

“Yeah, that’s right. You’re gonna be our urinal. I hope you’re thirsty!”

I smiled. I loved the taste of dried piss on Dad’s dick, but it never occurred to me that I might like fresh piss, too.

So I sat in the bathtub and listened as Dad greeted and entertained his friends. In a little while Adam came into the bathroom. “Okay, Jaden, I’m gonna test you out. Open wide.”

Obediently, I opened my mouth and waited to drink my brother’s salty piss. He didn’t aim too precisely, and got a lot of it on my face. Once he got the stream going my mouth began to fill up. It was awkward to swallow and keep my mouth wide open at the same time, but I soon got the hang of it. When he was done I licked my lips.

“You’ll do fine tonight, Jaden.”

“I can’t wait for my first customer!”

In a few minutes, one of my Dad’s friends from work came in. I didn’t recognize him. He looked older than Adam but younger than Dad, so I guessed he must have been in his early 30’s.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” he blushed when he saw me naked in the tub. “I didn’t realize you were in here!” Then he started to back out the door.

“You gotta piss?” I asked.

“Yeah. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Come on in!”

I guess the man didn’t know my dad too well, since he didn’t know what to expect. “I didn’t know Claude had another son.” He was trying hard not to look at my dick, which was sticking up in the water.

“My name’s Jaden. I’m only here on weekends.”

“Oh, hi. My name’s Mark.” Mark lifted the toilet seat, clearly looking uncomfortable about pissing in front of me.

“Toilet’s broken,” I said. “Can’t use it.”

Mark looked confused. “But I just saw your brother come in here. And your dad told me to come in here if I needed to use the bathroom.”

“That’s right.”

“Well, if the toilet’s broken, how did Adam-”

“I took care of him” I said, proudly.

“Huh?” Mark looked confused. He looked at my bath water to see if Adam had pissed in there, but it was still crystal clear. “How did you, you know,”

“Like this.” I opened my mouth for him.

Mark looked stunned. “Claude’s more twisted than I thought he was!” I realized that Mark must have had some idea of what kind of things went on in my dad’s house, but he wasn’t expecting anything like this.

“So you gotta piss?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Okay, then give it to me.” I sat in the tub with my mouth open, waiting for my dad’s friend to unzip his fly.

“Are you sure?”

“Sure I’m sure.” I opened and waited.

There was a knock on the door. It was Don, another one of my dad’s friends. “Hurry up in there, I gotta take a leak!” I was glad to know that Don was there, since I especially liked the way Don’s cum tasted and was looking forward to drinking his piss.

“Okay, here goes.” Mark nervously unbuttoned his fly and pulled out a medium-sized dick. I could see he was having trouble pissing. I probably made him uncomfortable. He fed me a little dribble and then changed his mind. “No, I can’t do this. I think I’ll go piss outside somewhere.”

Although Mark was a disappointment, Don was not. “Hey there, Jaden. I’m glad to see you know your place.”

“I hope you’ve got a lot of piss for me.”

“I sure do, little buddy. Get ready.”

I opened my mouth wide as Don unzipped himself. He put his hand on my head, grabbed a handful of hair, and tilted my face back even more. He put his dick right up to my mouth and let loose. He had already drunk a lot of beer, and the piss just kept flowing. I tried to keep up with it but some of it began to trickle out of the corners of my mouth. When he finished, I licked the drops off his dick and then wrapped my lips around it. I hoped he’d start fucking my face.

“I’m not ready for that now, little buddy.”

He could tell I was disappointed. “Don’t worry, I’ll come round again and give you a good load before I leave.”

“Gee, thanks, Don.”

So I spent the whole afternoon in the tub while a steady stream of men came to piss down my throat. When I had to piss I just peed in the tub. A few guys did come back to get their cocks sucked. I also got to drink a lot of piss from my dad and Adam. I was a happy camper.

When the barbecue was over I got cleaned up and went out into the car. As Dad drove me back to my mom’s house I slowly put my clothes back on so I’d be presentable for her.

“So what did you do with your Dad and Alex this weekend, Jaden?”

“Oh, we had a lot of fun. We went to Six Flags and then we went fishing. I can’t wait to go back!”

Other Parts of the Urinal Boy Series: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

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.

Other Parts of the Urinal Boy Series: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8