Pissing Boys
The problem with staying hydrated is that at some point all that water has to come out again. If it’s a hot day you’ll sweat some of it out but if you drink enough you’ll have to piss. I was counting on that.
I love having a full bladder. I think that men pissing is the biggest turn on ever. A man standing with his legs planted wide, his fly open or even better, his pants down under his ass, and his cock out – letting rip with a thundering stream of piss – sexy as shit. And the fact that men can piss as a communal exercise, now that, just right there, takes the cake. A row of straight guys, dicks out and pissing up a storm is hard to beat.
So as I was saying, I was counting on having a hefty piss on board and having to go to the restroom in the mall. It’s one of my favourite places in the whole world cos there I get to see all sorts of men pissing and if I play my cards right, I might just get to lend a hand.
I’d waited most of the morning, loading with sips of water until I felt I was fit to burst. With great glee and anticipation I hung around the entrance to the gents, trying not to look as if I was waiting for a suitable candidate to enter, which of course was exactly what I was planning to do. I wanted a young guy, preferably tattoos, bald head, maybe a mohawk if I could swing it, some piercings. If he had muscles so much better.
I didn’t have long to wait. He was with his wife, who took their kid into the family bathroom. I counted on the fact that he wasn’t getting any at home (tired wife, not feeling very sexy) and I hoped it would make him more likely to succumb to my questionable advances. His pants hung around his ass and all there was between me and him was his underwear. The twin globes that were visible through the thin material did nothing to hide that he had a juicy ass. He had all the right stuff. He was heavily tattooed, and believe it or not, a Mohawk, a la Puck from Glee. (Maybe he also had a computer full of kiddie porn but I wouldn’t count on it!)
I followed him into the toilet and when he chose a urinal, I went to stand next to him. That alone was, of course, a signal to anybody with the radar out. We were alone which was a god-send. I fished my cock out of my deliberately loose shorts. Didn't want anything to impede access if I needed to whip my dick out or stash it in a hurry. I decided to break the ice with an opening salvo.
“Nothing like a good piss to make you appreciate life, hey?” I deliberately held my piss so as to give us enough time to establish a rapport. He gave a noncommittal grunt but I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and he had a half-smile that meant that he wasn’t shutting me out. I decided to play the long-suffering husband card.
“Shit, I hate shopping,” I continued. “Coming to drain the lizard is the highlight of the day.” This time he responded a bit more warmly. I’d hit a nerve. He’d also not started pissing, maybe genuinely piss-shy, or just giving it a chance to see whether he was about to be attacked by a raging queer, ready to beat a hasty retreat. I decided to go for the brothers bonding approach.
“Piss shy, huh? Me too.”
“Yeah, always takes me a long time.” Now he was entering into the spirit of the moment. He looked in my direction, so I reciprocated and casually snuck a look at his equipment. It was a beaut. Uncut and veiny.
“Lucky you,” I commented. “I’m cut. Always wished I could have my foreskin back.”
“Yeah,” was all he said and I could see that he was trying to sneak a gander at my dick without actually looking directly at it.
“I always wondered,” I ventured, do you uncut guys pull the skin back when you piss?”
“Nah, I just let rip. Sometimes makes quite a mess,” He chuckled. “Pisses my wife off no end.” We both chuckled at the pun. He was getting comfortable talking about his dick, it seemed. Neither of us had succeeded in producing any urine yet, me cos I was angling to help him piss and didn’t want to finish before him.
“Do you mind if I take a closer look?” I asked. “Just ‘cos it’s different, you understand?”
“Yeah, sure,” said, shrugging and looking around to make sure we were alone.
I leaned closer, since there was no partition between the urinals. He obligingly stood back a little and let me inspect his equipment. I looked at him and reached over to his dick. I lifted my eyebrows in a question and he shrugged again. He checked out behind us by leaning back and I carefully took hold of his dick. It was heavy in my hand and started to chub up when it felt my touch. I gently gripped it and pulled the foreskin back. The glans glistened in the harsh bathroom light. He hissed gently when I massaged under the frenulum with my thumb.
“I like guys pissing. I think it’s helluva sexy,” I confessed. “You wanna let me hold it while you piss?”
“Sure, if I can get it going,” he chuckled. “All this attention is making me a little excited. Nobody’s touched my dick in a long time. Kids,” he said and that was all the explanation he offered and all I needed.
I knew a trick that would get him going. He stood closer to the bowl and a look of concentration furrowed his brow. I started tickling just under the tip of his glans, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he was pissing.
“That’s helping,” he whispered.
“Wait,” I commanded and rapidly sank to my knees in front of him. I guided his dick to my mouth and stuck my tongue out to suck lightly and tickle the tip with my tongue.
“Fuuuuck,” he hissed. “I’m gonna go in your mouth if you don’t get off!”
“That’s what I want buddy,” I murmured and added the tickling of my fingers under his balls to encourage him.
“Here it comes,” he warned and a slow trickle of delicious pale yellow piss started to pour on my tongue.
I kept on licking the underside of his dick with the tip of my tongue to encourage him. He was gaining a little momentum now and I latched onto the head of his penis and started to suck the piss out of him. He sighed with pleasure as he released his bladder into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed for all I was worth. He must have been saving it for some time because it just kept on coming which suited me fine. I hummed with pleasure, knowing that it would add to the sensation that was blowing his mind right now.
My tickling of the balls and the vibrations from my voice on his dick were having the desired effect. His dick was starting to lengthen substantially as the last of the piss spurted into my waiting mouth. I massaged from the root of his dick towards the tip to make sure I got it all. He was just ending when I slid my hand under his balls and found his moist asshole with my finger. I stroked around it for a bit and enjoyed the sounds of pleasure that were coming from above my head. I was still sucking his dick which was by now totally hard. I intended to have his cum and then to fuck him, he just didn’t know it yet.
He was getting into having his dick sucked in full view of anybody that might enter the gents’ toilet in the mall. Nobody had, as yet, but it was only a matter of time. He started sliding his dick into my mouth, face fucking me slowly, while I kneaded his balls with my one hand and lightly tickling his asshole with my other.
Just as he started getting into it seriously I pulled off and ignoring his moans of disappointment, whipped him around and spread his ass, immediately plunging in to make a meal of his plump man pussy. I roughly pushed on his back, causing him to bend over and spread his hole for me to feast on. I spat on it and thumbed at the edges, licking my gob off again and working my tongue into his asslips. I guessed this was a new experience for him because the noises coming from his other end were as much of shock and surprise, as pleasure.
To Be Continued ??