300 Pissing Dicks 3

Note : This story is completely fictional!

 At high school that day I found myself imagining every guy I saw pissing on my face, even teachers; by noon I was rabid for some warm piss. I was heading for the cafeteria when I saw Carl motioned for me to follow. I tried to catch up as he raced down the stairs toward the boiler room. He disappeared behind a door at the bottom. I ran through the door and there right in front of me were five members of the swim team, I froze.

Carl exclaimed, “My brother Matt says you drink all the football team’s piss during their bus trips. He told me they leave a bottle of piss under the bleachers for you every day. How’d you like some swimmer’s urine?” “Just tell me what you want Carl.” Carl laughed, “Watch Bill take a leak then lick it up.” Bill pulled his prick out of his swim trunks and drenched his own feet. I crawled over and slurped the piss off the cement floor. Bill raised each of his feet and I sucked his toes dry. Then he stuck a heal in my mouth and I munched on it. A second swimmer waved for me to crawl over. “Take all your clothes off and lay on your back.” Off they came and I lay on my back. “Now open your mouth!” He stood over me and began pissing in my mouth. Right away another swimmer began pissing on my chest and a third aimed for my crotch. Finally Carl made me set up and beg for his golden shower. As he pissed in my face he said, “Look for a second bottle under the bleachers from the swim team today.” After they’d left I washed up using the sink in the boiler room and headed for the door but I suddenly turned around and looked at the damp cement floor and decided to crawl around one last time and sniff any smell that was left.

In the afternoon I spent the hour in geography class wondering how much man piss was made every day in Europe; in chemistry class, what was pee made of; and in shop how to make a wooden urinal. Before I knew it the school day was over so I headed for the bleachers. The football team’s piss bottle was already under the bleachers but the swim team’s bottle was no where to be seen. I went back and waited on the bleachers.

About a half hour later the complete swim team came walking out. Carl pointed at me and said, “Boys there’s the school urinal. Piss boy follow us under the bleachers.” When I got there they were all standing in a line and Carl was holding an empty bottle. “Men give him your sweet water”, then he handed me the bottle. “Get on your knees and hold this bottle below each of our pricks. Suck on our balls as we take a leak into it then use your tongue to get the last drop out of our piss holes!” The first swimmer was obviously nervous and jumped back a little when I stuck his balls into my mouth but before long I could see his piss gushing against the inside of the bottle. After he finished I began licking his piss slit and a couple of final spurts of urine came out and I swallowed them. The swimmer happily blurted out. “Men he’s taking it straight from my cock! Don’t piss it all in the bottle save a little for urinal fuck’s mouth.” I responded, “Thank you dude.”

I kneeled in front of the next swimmer and took his balls into my mouth. “Play with them with your tongue while I relieve myself into the bottle. Now scratch them with your teeth. Be careful bitch. Great now swallow the last of my piss juice.” The next swimmer had me lean forward and he began pissing on my back wetting my shirt. Then he shoved his balls in my mouth and emptied his bladder into the bottle. As the next seven relieved themselves I found myself comparing their balls; who’s were bigger or rounder, who’s hung lower or were harder, which ones were hairy and which ones wrinkled. Finally it was Carl’s turn, he took his pants and shoes off but left his jockstrap on. “Drink it through the cloth fagot.” As his piss started to flow he forced my mouth over his bulge. I was able to get it all. Then he took his jockstrap off and unzipped my pants pulled open my underwear and dropped his soggy jockstrap in them, patted my crotch and said, “Wash them and put them on me in the car tomorrow morning I need them for practice.” Then he addressed the team, “Well guys how did you like this piece of scum?” The team all whistled, clapped and hooted. “Anytime you need his services just lead him by the nose to a private spot and wet him down. “One more thing he also eats ass.” With that he turned around and stuck his ass in my face. As I went to town on his crack I heard the other swimmers muttering in amassment but after I came up for air I found a line of asses wiggling and calling to me. As I sniffed each asshole I noticed the different shapes and colors. Some of them were pretty gross but a lot of them were beautiful and had a great smell.
That night I found myself with two bottles of piss. I emptied both bottles into a large bowl and every fifteen minutes or so I’d immerse my head in the piss and hold my breath for as long as I could. Afterwards I didn’t wash but just wore the piss on my face and in my hair. Right before going to bed I got in the shower, raised the bowl over my head and poured the urine over me. Then I decided I’d wait until the morning to shower.

Next morning I was out front waiting for my ride to high school and wearing Carl’s cleaned jockstrap on my face. Matt dove up with his cock out as usual and Carl sat in the back with his blue jeans folded on the seat next to him. I handed Carl his underwear as I got in the car. Matt yawned, “Just drink it today, nothing special.” I put my mouth over his cock and he took a leisurely piss. Carl ordered me to the back seat. “Lay down on the cushions with your face up and your mouth opened.” He climbed on top of my face, rammed his prick into my mouth and let go of a torrent. “I’ve been drinking all morning. I’m going to unload it all into your gut. After 5th class I want you in the 4th floor toilet with a change of clothes.” I struggled hard to gulp it all down until finally his stream slowed to a stop. Then he turned around lifted his leg and commanded me to smell his ass hole, then ordered me to put his jockstrap on him. We pulled up two blocks from school and I got out.

I spent first period remembering how white Carl’s ass was and smelling my index finger. He’d let me rub my finger along and into his butt-hole as I was slipping his jockstrap on him. The bell rang and as I was leaving class Hank, one of the guys on the swim team, came up behind me and informed me that he needed a urinal before the next class. I followed him to the boy’s bathroom on the second floor and into the last stall. I set on the toilet seat and he pissed in my mouth.

As Hank was leaving the stall he bumped into Billy, one of the school nerds. Billy wasn’t bad looking just tall and gangly with thick glasses. “Why were you two in a stall together?” Hank shoved Billy across the room and shouted’ “None of your fucken’ business!” Then snickered, “He drinks everybody’s piss. I bet he’d even drink yours if you ask him real nice.” Then Hank swaggered out the door.

After a minute of silence I saw Billy’s shoes move up in front of the stall. “I’m sorry but would it be OK I mean would you mind if I come in, please.” I opened the door a little and he slid in. Well being Billy he stumbled in. “Is it true, what Hank said.” “Sure kid. You need to urinate?” ‘Yes sir, I mean if you’d let me.” “Pull it out buckaroo.” Billy fumbled with the buttons on his corduroys, finally hauling out his cock. It was the longest widest tool I’d ever seen. It hung almost down to his knees. “OK kid I’ll drink your piss, put that thing in my mouth.” Billy gingerly lifted it up and sled it into my mouth. He kept feeding it in until it was at the back of my throat and I gagged. He Stammered, “Oh, I’m, I’m sorry.” I grabbed his scrawny butt so he couldn’t take his dick out of my mouth. Billy stammered, “Do, do you want me to, to pee now?” I nodded; he cleared his throat, let out a little whine and started to piss. After about three seconds he grabbed my hair and started moving my face in small circles around his dick, spraying every bit of the inside of my mouth. He was moaning, “Oh my God, Oh Jesus!” Finally he pulled his monster out and fell back against the door. I looked up at him and said, “Now it’s your turn nerd!” Before I could say anymore he was on his knees and opening my fly. “God sir I know I can do it. Please let me try.” Then for the first time in his life his mouth tasted dick. I leaned back on the toilet and filled his mouth with piss, he eagerly woofed it down. Then he stood up, looking dazed and confused and stumbled out of the bathroom.

Second period math class was going real slow. I always set in the back of the class so the teacher won’t call on me. I happened to glance down the back row toward the window. I noticed the football player Earl the only other student in the back row. He saw me, smiled and pointed at his package. He adjusted himself, pulled an empty water bottle from his backpack and opened his fly. His dick sprung out half hard. He stuffed it into the water bottle and took a slow sexy leak, moving the bottle up and down the shaft of his cock. After class he handed it to me. “Here’s something to drink next period.” I spend the third period enjoying his warm urine.

At lunch I saw the nerd Billy and walked up to his table. He was setting with a half dozen other nerds. They were amazed that someone as cool as me was deigning to talk to one of them. Billy was blushing. I handed him the bottle of piss and said, “Billy here’s some of that soda you told me about. I got it from Earl, the guy on the football team. Tell me what you think of it.” He sheepishly took the bottle and tasted some. “Oh sir it tastes as good as I thought it would.” Then he started to hand it back to me. “No Billy you drink it. I’ll get some more tomorrow. Would you like me to pick up one for you?” “Yes, I’ll get it from you at the same place as today.” I went and set with my friends but watched Billy all during lunch as he choked the urine down.

After 5th period I want to my locker and picked up a change of clothes and a towel, just as Carl had ordered me to and headed for the 4th floor toilet. I found about forty guys lined up outside the boy’s toilet. Carl was standing in front of the door and motioned for me to come forward. He explained to me that the football and swim teams were raising some money for a beer party. Each dude in the line was to pay $3 to urinate on some naked fellow student. I looked down the line and I actually drooled. At that moment all the guys realized that I was to be that naked student and as they pressed forward a look of real lust grew on their faces.