Careless and Castrated

I had just finished my Ph.D. in December and found myself without any potential employment opportunities in the near future. As luck would have it, a company near my hometown was advertising a position near my hometown. It was my mother who had sent me the newspaper link to the job. Her and my step-dad were getting older and she insisted that I apply for the job and move back home with them so they would have someone to help them maintain the ranch. After applying for the job and getting an interview, I was hired. Now after years of independence, I was moving back home with my parents while I worked to pay off student loans and catch up on credit card bills.

The job was good. I enjoyed the company and the people I worked with. Returning home was awkward for me but there were no issues. I had my own room. Mom made dinner and washed clothes. I spent weekends working on chores outside. My step-dad worked while mom stayed at home. All-in-all, the arrangement was beneficial to both of us.

I had always known that I was gay but never shared that information with anyone other than the random guys I would meet online. I never dated girls and always used my studies as an excuse. After I left for college and lived by myself, I became a chronic masturbator. Mostly, I jerked off to online porn until I discovered the eunuch website and started reading the erotic stories. It wasn’t long before I purchased an elastrator and began to experiment with banding myself while reading the stories. Bear in mind, I had no intention of ever being castrated-I just enjoyed the stories about others being castrated.

Now that I was at my parents house, I was no longer able to masturbate whenever I felt like it so I decided to purchase a chastity cage in the hopes that it would curb my desire. To be honest, it did help quite a bit. The cage was a small steel 1 1/2” Attica Hell extra short model which wasn’t even a tight fit around my flaccid cock. For several months, I would wear the cock cage for two weeks at a time before unlocking it and masturbating. After I had cum, I would put it back on and begin the countdown to my next release.

Now that I have prefaced my story with a little background information, it’s time to explain the rest of the story. It all started after I viewed a pair of pink crotchless panties on Amazon and order them. A little over a week later, the tracking app alerted me that they had been delivered from China. Imagine my surprise when I got home from work and discovered the panties were mailed in a clear plastic wrapper with a description of the panties on one side and my name and address on a label on the other side. Of course my step dad gets home before I do and always retrieves the mail for my mom so they both saw my order. I vowed at that time to never ever order anything from China again. When asked about the panties, all I could do was confess that I had ordered them but that I had done so as a birthday gag gift for a friend that was always whining like a girl. I thought I was convincing. Mom helped wrapped the panties as I carried out the charade. A few days later she asked if I had given them to my friend and if he liked them. I told her I did and everyone got a laugh out of it. Of course I had secretly stashed them away in my closet along with my elastrator. That was strike one in May.

My second strike came less than a month later when mom asked to use my laptop to shop e-bay. I didn’t think anything about it and let her, knowing all my porn was hidden deep within fake file names. There was no way she would discover anything incriminating. What I didn’t count on is that when she opened the internet browser and typed “e” for e-bay in the google search, eunuch.org was returned. No doubt she saw my panic stricken face as she stopped typing and looked at me with disbelief. I explained that google automatically offers suggestions for random websites as you type since it is a search engine. I told her to type “b” and watch as google would return another website suggestion. She did and so did google. I knew google like to offer suggestions for recently visited sites but I was hoping she didn’t know enough about google to know that little tidbit.

While I can’t recall the exact dates of my first two careless acts, I surely remember my third careless act occurred on Saturday, July 15th. I had been working outside all day and drenched in sweat and covered in dirt. When I came inside, I was looking forward to a refreshing shower so I went to my bedroom and stripped naked, tossing my dirty clothes in the hamper in the corner.Coincidentally, this was also my weekend to masturbate so I also decided to remove my cock cage and give my cock and balls a fresh smooth shave while I was in the shower. I tossed the cage on the foot of the bed and took my shower. Masturbation day was typically Sunday morning while my parents went grocery shopping so I dutifully put myself back into my cock cage. It wasn’t until the moment I heard the padlock click that I realized the key I had left in it when I removed it was no longer in it. I frantically looked all over the bedroom and bathroom for the missing key but could not find it anywhere. Strike three. When I looked in the hamper for my dirty pants to see if I had left they key in my pocket, there were no dirty clothes. What I didn’t know was that while I was in the shower, my mom had come into my room to get the dirty clothes and throw them into the washing machine. She spotted the cock cage and the bed and she took the keys.

I had two choices: either confront her to get the keys back or remain silent and locked in chastity indefinitely. One the one hand, I was an adult and if I enjoyed chastity then that was my prerogative. One the other hand, it wasn’t a subject I cared to discuss with my mom. I chose the latter option figuring she would bring it up and then I could explain how it was none of her business. In the meantime, I could figure out a way to remove the cock cage. Point of fact, neither of us discussed it and I found it was impossible to escape from this cock cage.

It wasn’t until the first week of September that I had finally managed to cum again. While reading a hot story on the eunuch website, I was frantically shaking my cock cage while fingering my asshole. I must have hit the right spot because cum began to ooze out of my cock. The sensation was new and unique. My balls gave no indication that I was about to cum nor did my body tense up. If it wasn’t for the puddle of cum, I would not have known that I had an orgasm. Nor did I know that I just cum for the very last time. I often close my eyes and remember that moment. My parents had gone grocery shopping and I was outside on the patio naked. The story I was reading was about two boys lost at sea who were rescued but later castrated by the captain of the ship that rescued them. My cock was hardening, straining to be freed from its tiny cage. As I shook the cage, I could feel the metal slap against the head of my cock and it reacted by straining hard against its confines. I put my finger in my mouth to moisten it with spit and slowly inserted it into my ass. I withdrew my finger and started to slide it back in. The cum oozed out of my cock, dribbling down the shaft of my cock but remaining within the cage until finally reaching my balls. I cupped by hand below my balls and waited for the puddle of cum to form as my seed slowly oozed down the shaft of my cock. My cum was thick and plentiful and tasted like nectar as I licked it from the palm of my hand.

Since I had been in total chastity since July, I hadn’t banded my balls. I tried once but it was too difficult to slip the band over my balls due to the short cage nudging against the locking band. There was just no way to get the prongs of the elastrator over my nuts to the base of my balls. So the elastrator sat in my closet, hidden, unused and forgotten. That is until the end of September. I don’t know what mom was looking for or why she was looking in my closet. All I was to learn later was that she found the elastrator. At the time, nothing was said. I already had three strikes against me: 1) the panty order; 2) the eunuch website popping up on the computer; 3) the cock cage on my bed. Now the discovery of the elastrator had occurred. I suppose it doesn’t take a genius to draw a conclusion. The conclusion may not be correct but the pieces of the puzzle fit together.

It was abnormally hot on the Saturday of October 7th. I had spent most of the day clearing brush along the fence line and replacing damaged sections of the fence. Mom came out to see how I was doing and commented on how nice it looked before asking if I wanted something to drink. “Sure, bring me some lemonade,” I replied. A few minutes later, she and my step-dad returned with a tall glass of lemonade. Being parched, I drank most of it in one gulp. The effects of the large dose of muscle relaxant medication she mixed into the lemonade were almost immediate. My head began to spin and my knees became weak and wobbly. In no time, I collapsed to the ground in a paralyzed state. Conscious but dazed, I was helpless as my step-dad lifted me up and leaned me against the wooden fence. Mom had the rope she used to tie me spread eagle up against the fence. I wasn’t sure what was going on but knew it had been planned. I tried to protest, to demand to know what they were doing but could barely manage to mumble a few syllables before my eyelids grew heavier and closed.

I’m not sure how long I was out but it was pitch black dark when I came to. I immediately realized that I was completely naked and alone. The cold night air sent shivers throughout my body. I tried to call out for help but my mouth had been taped shut. My balls ached immensely, like a bad toothache had migrated to my groin. I was still tied to the fence and tried to struggle free. Some of my strength had returned but I was still too weak to struggle long. I could feel the throbbing pain shooting through my balls as I struggled to free myself. I wanted nothing more than to stop the pain in my balls. I had no idea what was causing the pain.

That night was a living hell for me without any exaggeration. Being tied spread eagle to a fence was extremely uncomfortable. The cold night air chilled my naked body to the core. My imagination ran wild with every noise I heard coming from the wood line. Then there was the intense pain coming from my balls. After all the stories I had read on the eunuch website, I couldn’t help but fear that I was being castrated. When the sun came up, I would see a green band around my dead balls. At this very moment, while I was tied to the fence, my balls were slowly being strangle. I could envision them changing color as they had done so often when I used to band myself. I tried to reassure myself that my parents would never do that to me but began to wonder why they would castrate me. No, somehow the chastity cage was causing the pain. The sun will rise and I’ll see everything is okay. I can attest, being alone in the stillness of a dark night definitely stirs up the imagination.

The pain in my balls intensified over what seemed like several hours. I wished I could close my eyes and sleep through the pain but there was no way that would happen. Then all of the sudden, the pain began to dissipate. I tried to think about it but I couldn’t help but to realize that my balls were totally dead. Time seemed to pass ever so slowly. I thought the sun would never rise but eventually I could see the red and gold hue of morning on the horizon. I was reluctant to look down at my balls but curiosity got the best of me. I was hoping for the best but expecting the worse. The first thing I saw was my cock cage. I was lying on the ground. Instantly, I knew that was not the source of the pain. Lying next to my cock cage was my elastrator.I looked down at my balls. My flaccid cock drooped down over my balls but I could see they were black as shoe polish. Three green elastrator bands were wrapped around the base of my nutsack. I tried to choke back the tears but it was useless and I was soon sobbing like a child.

By the time my parents came out to see me, the sun had dried out the morning dew. Neither of them said a word and of course I was unable to say anything to them with the tape over my mouth. One by one, they each felt and tugged on my balls, both smiling to each other. Mom simply nodded to my step-dad after that. He had come prepared to finish the job. I know he had castrate animals before but I wasn’t an animal and began to fear this would end badly for me. I could only watch helplessly as he proceeded to emasculate me. He held my balls in his hand as he stuck a safety pin through my scrotum sack and closed it. The safety pin was inserted directly below the first green band closest my body. I didn’t feel so much as a pinch as it went in. Next, he took a tube of superglue and began to apply some to each side of the same green band then waited for the glue to dry. Mom picked up the filet knife as my step-dad held onto my balls. I knew there was nothing I could do. Aside from being tied to the fence, I knew my balls were dead. It was way too late to change that. The only thing that could be done know was to cut off the dead balls before they rotted and caused more problems. I remained motionless as my step-dad pulled down on my balls. Mom took that as her cut to begin cutting. I watched as she made one long slice through my nutsack. Just like that, they were separated from my body. Despite the immense pain I had experienced the night prior, there was hardly any pain associated with my castration. I felt the knife slice through my sack but it wasn’t painful at all. I can still remember seeing my own severed balls in my step-dad’s hand. He clenched them in his fist as he reared back and threw them deep into the woods. He had thrown my balls in the direction of the sun. I did see them leave his hand but that was the last time I saw my manhood. Off in the distance, I heard them crash through the leafy tree canopy.

In the days after, we never talked about the incident. My parents never told me why they castrated me and I never asked. It was like nothing ever happened. I just like to pretend that they did it out of love to make me happy. In all honesty, I am glad that I am a eunuch. The day they removed my balls has become the day I became free to be myself. My castration fantasy had become reality. My masturbation problem has been solved. Mom bought me several pair of crotchless panties for Christmas and I still enjoy reading castration stories on the eunuch website without the need to be sneaky about it. I’ve learned to embrace my sexuality and have met several wonderful men on the eunuch website who adore me for what I have become. I don’t need a hard cock or the ability to cum as long as I have a man who gives me his hard cock and cum.

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

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Urinal Boy 2: Jaden’s Birthday

Saturday was my birthday, and even though it wasn't Dad's week to have me," I begged my mom to let me go. There was nothing I wanted more than to spend" my birthday with Dad and Adam. They were planning a party for me. "Jaden, I really don't understand why you want to spend so much time with" your father and Adam," my mother complained. "I'm worried that they're" starting to be a bad influence on you." "But Mom, I love Dad, and I love Adam too. I want to be a good son and" brother. What's wrong with that?" "Nothing's wrong with that if you want to end up working in the warehouse" of a furniture factory like your father, or a high-school dropout like your" brother." After a lot of pleading, I eventually convinced my mother to let me go. Dad was busy that Friday, so Adam picked me up from school. I put my" backpack in the trunk and got into passenger seat. Unlike Dad, Adam let me" ride shotgun. He also didn't make me take my clothes off until we were much" closer to home. Adam asked me if I was thirsty. "Yeah, a little." "Drink this." Adam handed me a water bottle filled with piss. Eagerly I" took the cap off and took a swig. It was tart and refreshing. "Thanks, Adam. You know I love your piss." "It's not mine." "Is it Dad's?" "No, it's my friend Cory's. I told him I needed to take a drug test and" asked him to fill the bottle for me. I thought you might like to try" different flavors once in a while." "Gee, thanks. Any chance of drinking it straight from his cock? It's really" tasty." "Nah. He'd think it was too weird. Oh, by the way, happy birthday, Jaden."" Adam handed me a small package. "Ooh, thanks!" I opened it up. It was a dog collar with a little metal tag" with JADEN engraved on it. "I love it!" I put the collar on. "Does this" mean I'm your bitch now?" "You were always my bitch. You're Dad's bitch, too. Only now it's" official." "So if I'm your bitch," I said, thinking aloud, "That means I can eat all" my food out of a dog bowl on the floor." "And?" "And," I smiled happily at the thought of it, "if I'm a bitch, I can't" drink your soda out of the fridge anymore." "That's right. You'll have to drink either water or piss out of a dish" too." "That's not exactly what I was thinking, Adam." "What were you thinking, Jaden?" "Well, if I'm really a bitch," I was enjoying using the word `bitch', "if" I'm really a bitch you don't even need to put water down for me. I'll just" drink out of the toilet bowl." "You really are a smart boy, Jaden!" Adam said, patting me on the head. "I" didn't even think of that!" The bottle full of Cory's piss was really salty, and soon I was thirsty" again. I told Adam, hoping he'd have some piss for me. Instead, he pulled" into the first service station we saw. Then he went inside and asked the" attendant for the key to the rest room. "Okay, Jaden," Adam said, "remember what you told me. If you're really" thirsty, you know what you have to do." "But Adam!" I protested. "I only meant I'd drink from YOUR toilet! I'm not" drinking out of that nasty gas station toilet!" "You do it, Jaden, or I'll turn this car right around and drop you off back" at Mom's." "Oh, okay, I'll do it." Adam led me into the disgusting gas station men's room. He unlocked the" door and walked me in. The rest room smelled like it hadn't been cleaned in" years. I gazed at all the drawings of spurting cocks carved into the walls" and started to get horny. "Get on your knees and drink, Jaden." I got on my knees in front of the toilet bowl, which was cracked and" stained and had little pieces of dried shit crusted around the rim. I felt" a little sick. Doing this kind of stuff in my dad's house was one thing," but doing it in a public restroom was another thing altogether. Thousands" of men had used that toilet, and the whole thing disgusted me. I could see" my own face grimacing as I peered into the toilet bowl. "C'mon, Jaden, we aint got all day!" With that, Adam thrust my face into" the water. I had no choice but to lap it up like a dog. I lapped up the" water until I wasn't thirsty anymore. Then I told Adam I was done. "Aren't you gonna thank me for getting you something to drink?" "Thanks Adam, you're an awesome brother!" "Now take off your clothes." "Here? Now?" "Yes, Jaden. You know I can't let you wear your clothes when you're with me" and Dad. Keep your dog collar on, though." I sat on the toilet seat and began taking my sneakers and socks off. I" couldn't believe my brother was doing this to me. I handed each item of" clothing to my brother as I removed it. Soon I was standing naked in the" gas station men's room and my brother had all my clothing in his hands. "I'll be in the car, Jaden. Come out whenever you're ready." "But what if someone sees me?" "That's your problem, not mine. There's not a lot of people around. I'm" sure if you're careful you can make it to the car without anyone seeing" you. I'm going to return this key now." Then he walked out the door. I opened the restroom door a crack, peering through to see if it was safe" to walk out to the car. Adam wasn't parked too far away, and I could do it" without being seen, but there was a station wagon at the gas pump. The man" was pumping gas and his family was milling around the car, eating candy and" drinking soda they bought from inside the gas station. Go away, I thought to myself, go away. The family seemed to take forever to" leave. I waited and waited. Adam started to honk the horn. Another car was" pulling in. I decided to take a chance and make a run for it. As I bolted" out the door I ran right into a man who was carrying the rest room key and" the wooden block it was attached to. "What the fuck?" "P-p-practical joke," I stuttered. "My brother was playing a joke on" me. He's a real asshole." Adam honked the horn again. I bolted and ran for the car, hopping into the" front seat. I didn't say anything to Adam as we drove to Dad's house. Of course, it was" hard to talk with Adam's cock in my mouth. He made it clear to me that he" wanted my mouth on his cock for the rest of the drive. When we got home Dad showed me the guest list for my birthday party. On the" list were eight of my dad's drinking buddies and co-workers from the" furniture factory, and four of my brother's friends from his high" school. None of my friends were invited. I fell into my regular role of cooking dinner for Dad and Adam, bringing" them beers, rubbing their feet and sucking their cocks for them. I also" fell into my new role of being Adam's bitch. I wasn't always in the role of a dog. The only doggy things I really did" were eating my food from my bowl, (usually canned stuff like like beef stew" that looked like dog food, Adam would just open the can and dump it into my" bowl) drinking out of the toilet and having Adam take me for walks when I" needed to relieve myself. The rest of their time I could stand up and walk" around to do my chores, like cooking, cleaning, doing the laundry, waiting" on Dad and Adam, and sucking their cocks and drinking their piss whenever" they told me to. I still did sleep in my cage, though. I had a nice pile" of dirty underwear, socks and sweaty t-shirts to sleep on. Dad bought a lot of beer for my party. I was such a happy boy as I prepared" the food and snacks for the party. Adam had bought a little kiddie pool and" put it in the middle of the living room. He also picked up a few blank" tapes for his camcorder. I was happy to know he'd be taping the festivities" for me. I sat attentively in the kiddie pool as the guests started to arrive. Even" though it was my birthday party, the guests pretty much ignored me until" they needed to relieve their bladders. They drank beer, chatted, watched" the baseball game on TV and nibbled on the snacks I had prepared for them. Whenever a guest arrived, my dad encouraged him to help himself to the beer" and snacks, and then he would point to me sitting in the kiddie pool and" say, "and there's the urinal if you need to use him, if you wanna bust a" nut he'll take care of that for ya, too." I'd smile and wave to the guy. I had already serviced most of the men there before, and the newcomers knew" the deal. My dad's friends from the furniture warehouse were big men," mostly Italian, Polish and Puerto Rican. I loved the Puerto Rican cocks" especially; they were big and fat and uncut. I thanked each guy after receiving his piss. Some guys put their cocks in" my mouth and let loose, some guys liked to spray my face with it. One man" that I had never seen before was already ready for a blowjob. "So you're Claude's little cock whore," the man said as I unzipped his" pants. I was offended. "I'm not a whore. Whores do it for money," I informed the" man. "I do it cuz I love it." "You gonna show me how much you love the cock, then?" "That's right, sir." "You swallow, boy?" "Always." The man's dick tasted funny. It wasn't that it was dirty or pissy or" cheesy, I would have liked that. It just tasted, well, funny. Most cocks" taste kind of similar, but everyone's a little different. I didn't like the" way this guy's cock tasted, but since my Dad had worked so hard to plan" this party for me I wasn't going to ruin it by complaining. I forced myself" to get over his bad tasting cock and soon I began to enjoy it. He finished" by jerking himself off into my mouth. I sucked all twelve guys that night, some of them multiple times, plus my" dad and Adam. Adam spent most of the night filming me as I serviced those" cocks. I tasted a lot of cum that night. I definitely had my preferences. Adam's" friend Cole had the best tasting cum, and one of the Italian guys had the" worst. It was so bitter and acrid it was a chore to swallow it down. I saw Dad coming back from the kitchen with a beer. "Quick, Dad, come over" here!" I called to him. "Wassa matter, Jaden?" "Lemme drink your piss, Dad. Your friend Louie just came in my mouth and it" tastes awful! I need something to wash it down with!" "Sorry, kid. You already drank all the piss I have. I'll ask Cole. I think" he might have to take a leak." "Thanks, Dad!" In a few minutes Cole came back over to me. "Hey Jade, I hear you're" thirsty!" he laughed. "Yeah, Cole, give it to me, please!" I eagerly began to unzip his fly. I" couldn't wait to get rid of the bitter taste in my mouth. I was relieved" when Cole began filling my mouth with his piss, which was pretty mild" because he had been drinking a lot of beer. When he was finished I began" licking his balls. "If you want I can suck you off again," I said, nuzzling" the hair on his balls. "You know, kid, you're really wild! I already gave you a load today! I wish" I had a brother like you!" "Don't tell Adam, but your cum tastes even better than his! Even better" than Dad's!" "Thanks, I guess. I'll save up for the next time you're over here." All in all, I swallowed sixteen loads of cum, and drank quarts of" piss. When I would have to piss, I would piss on myself in the kiddie" pool. I was a real mess at the end. When the party was over Dad let me" towel myself off with a dirty rag, then I went to sleep in my cage. It was" the best birthday party ever. On Sunday afternoon, Adam got me ready to go home by taking me outside and" hosing me down. He let me use one of his cum-stained towels (yes, he did" have to jerk himself off during the week when I wasn't there to service" him) to dry off. "Okay Jaden, get in the car," Dad told me. I turned to Adam. "Where did you put my clothes?" I asked him. "Huh?" "Adam, where are my clothes? I need my clothes to go back home." "Oh, I threw `em all in the garbage can at the gas station. Didn't feel" like carrying them all the way to the car." "You what?" "Well, you didn't need them, did you?" "What am I gonna tell Mom? You threw away my new sneakers, too!" "I dunno. Tell her you fell in the mud or something." "Adam, find something that Jaden can wear so we can dump him off at his" mother's house" my Dad instructed, getting impatient. Adam went into the house and came out with his old Boy Scout uniform. "Here" ya go," he said. "Thanks, Adam. But what am I going to put on my feet?" Adam went back into the house and came out with his old pair of totally" trashed Airwalks. "Probably won't fit, but you can borrow `em." I picked up one of Adam's sneakers and stuck my nose inside. It smelled" kind of mushroomy. I liked mushrooms. I stuck my nose in deeper. The smell" of my brother's stinky sneakers gave me an instant hard-on. I was in" heaven. I knew I'd enjoy jacking off while sniffing them when I got home. "What do you say, Jaden?" Adam asked. "Thank you, Adam." "And?" "I love you, Adam. You're the best brother ever." My mom was very happy when she saw me. "You joined the Boy Scouts! That's" wonderful!" "Yeah, it was Adam's idea. He even let me wear his old uniform!" "That was really nice of your brother. You should do something special for" him sometime, too." “Oh, I will, Mom. I definitely will!”

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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.

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Urinal Boy 4: Cutting Class

Silently, I followed Randy as we snuck out of the school and into the" little wooded area behind the parking lot. I couldn't believe my luck," meeting Randy the way I did. I never in a million years would have" suspected that Randy Marshall and I would soon be out in the woods," drinking each other's piss. Randy was a fairly decent-looking kid, not" really sexy like my brother, but not ugly, either. I just never really" noticed him that much. I certainly never would have suspected that he liked" to do the same things I had been servicing my dad and Adam for almost as long as I could" remember, but I always knew it was something I couldn't tell people" about. I first discovered how much I liked piss after Adam's attempt to" humiliate me by making me serve as a urinal when Dad's friends came over. I" knew that drinking piss was even more perverted than sucking my Dad's and" brother's dicks, so I didn't dare tell anyone. Now finally I had found" someone who would understand. As we entered the woods, Randy reached for my hand and smiled at me. "I" know a place we can go. We follow that path down a ways, then we get to the" old railroad tracks. Follow the tracks for a while, and then we get to that" swampy area behind the mills. There's lots of wood and nobody ever goes" down there." "Sounds good to me." It felt nice to be holding Randy's warm, sweaty hand" as we walked through the woods together. I started to realize that my" newfound feelings for Randy were a lot different than my love for Adam or" Dad. "Oh, shit, somebody's coming!" Randy yelped and let go of my hand. "Hey," it's Danny and Tony!" "Aren't they in tenth grade?" I asked. "I think so. They're total potheads. All they ever do is get high." Danny and Tony looked us over. They were both carrying CVS Pharmacy bags," which I thought was kind of strange. "Hey, don't I know you?" Danny asked. "You two go to Wildcat too, don't" you?" "Uh, yeah," Randy responded nervously. "Shouldn't you guys be in class?" Tony asked. "Shouldn't you?" Randy asked. "Well, it was such a nice day, we though it would be a big waste to stay" inside," Danny explained. "So we figured it would be a perfect day to drink" cough syrup and get our dicks sucked by this hot little seventh grader we" know," he bragged. Randy and I looked at each other. I could tell he was just as skeptical as" I was. "What hot little seventh grader?" I asked. "Who is she?" "It's a secret," Tony said, grinning. "But if you want, she'll suck you," too. She's a total slut." "But you have to wear a blindfold. We're protecting her identity. That way" you'll never know, and you'll never be able to reveal the secret. You guys" in?" Randy and I looked at each other again. I could tell by the look in his" eyes that he wanted me to say no. I didn't want any girl near my dick, and" neither did Randy. "Thanks, but we'll pass," I said. "I'd rather know who I'm having sex" with!" "Suit yourself! But you guys don't know what you're missing!" Danny" shouted. Then he took a swig of cough syrup and they both went off on the" opposite trail. "I'm glad we got out of that," Randy said. "They were totally trying to" play a trick on us. They just wanted to get us blindfolded for some sort of" rotten practical joke. There's no girl sucking their dicks, that's for" sure!" "I wouldn't let a girl even touch me!" I added. "But you know what, Randy?" "What?" "If it were true, imagine how fun it would be to be that girl. Like," imagine if there were a whole bunch of guys with blindfolds who thought" they were getting sucked by some chick, but it was really you and me" sucking them, and they had no idea!" "God, that would be fun!" Randy agreed. I can think of a lot of guys at" school I would like to do that way!" Randy and I were walking hand-in-hand together again. He knew the area" well. We got to the railroad tracks, followed them a bit, and then Randy" took me down another path back into the woods again. Then he stopped. "On your knees, Jaden. I've got some lemonade for you." "Thanks," I said. It didn't take me long to get Randy's cock out of his" pants and aimed towards my mouth. I opened my mouth and let him piss into" it, swallowing whenever my mouth filled up. "Jaden, I think we're gonna be best friends!" Randy laughed. I responded by putting his dick in my mouth and beginning to tease it with" my tongue. "Ooh, you're good!" Randy moaned. "Keep it up!" I felt Randy quickly getting hard in my mouth. I wished it was as big as my" Dad's. Still, I wasn't complaining. I sucked and licked Randy's adorable" pink shaft. Hearing him moan with pleasure got me more excited. My own cock" was making a tent in my jeans. Randy noticed this as he was watching me on my knees as I worshipped his" cock. "Jaden, take it out. I want to see it." Dad and Adam never let me play with myself when I was servicing them. I" always had to wait until I was back in my bed at my mom's house on Sunday" nights before I could jack off wildly to the memories of all the nasty" things my father and brother had made me do. So I was more than happy to" unbuckle my belt, unzip my fly and pull my pecker out and start working on" it as I gave Randy head. "Stand up, Jaden." I stood up. Randy grabbed my cock and I grabbed his. We began a serious," deep, messy tongue kiss while we jerked each other off. I was thrilled to" know that Randy was tasting his own piss on my tongue, as well as whatever" was left of the piss we had been drinking out of the urinals" earlier. Randy's dick was sliding around nicely in my fist, lubricated by" my saliva. Randy got down on his knees and started working on my cock. It was very" strange for me. This was the first time anyone had ever bothered to return" the favor. I was so used to my role as sex slave for Dad and Adam that I" had trouble relaxing and enjoying Randy's blowjob. Still, it was a" wonderful sensation. Then I realized that in all my excitement, I hadn't noticed how full my" bladder had become. I had drunk a lot of piss, and now I needed to relieve" myself. Could I piss with a hardon? I knew Adam could, because he would" often treat me to a slow, jerky trickle of warm piss when I was sucking him" off. "Get up, Randy. I want to try something," I instructed. Randy stood up. "What you got in mind?" "Bend over and touch your toes." "This is going to be a first for me!" Randy exclaimed. "First for me, too." I spat in my hand and lubricated my dick, mixing it" with Randy's saliva. Then I got on my knees and began licking Randy's sweet" little ass. He squealed a little like a girl when I poked my tongue into" his asshole. His sphincter twitched tightly around my tongue. The taste was" heavenly. Randy was fairly clean and his ass tasted mild and slightly" sweet, not all raunchy and shitty like Adam's funky hole. I slid my dick in very very slowly. Randy grunted. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" "I can take it!" "Don't worry, I'll let you fuck me, if you like." "Okay." I didn't actually intend on fucking Randy for long. I had another" idea. Once I had my dick all the way in Randy's ass, I let him stand" up. The two of us were bound together, in the woods, with our pants around" our knees. I put my arms around his waist. I rested my chin on his" shoulder. He looked back at me and smiled. That's when I began to push out, and slowly I felt a small stream of piss" trickle out of my dick and deep into Randy's gut. Randy looked a little panicked. "Did you just cum?" he asked. "Then what…" Randy began to realize what I was doing as he felt my bladder" empty into him. "Oh wow!" he exclaimed. "That's fuckin' amazing!" Then he" kissed me. I carefully pulled out of Randy's asshole. Randy looked a little" worried. "I don't think I can hold it all in there much longer," he said. "I don't want you to. I'm going to drink it out of your hole." Randy was very pleased with the idea. Randy touched his toes again and I" was back on my knees with my face in his ass. It was harder for Randy to" control his piss enema. He would struggle and his hole would pucker up with" no release, and then he would struggle more and I would get sprayed in the" face. Not that I really minded, but we were starting to get messy. I" lovingly licked the piss that trickled out of Randy's hole and down his" leg. I was hard as hell and having the time of my life. That's when I heard the rustling in the bushes.

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