300 Pissing Dicks 3

I entered the boy’s room and placed my towel and extra change of clothes on the edge of a sink. I heard Carl say “Everyone that pays to go through that door will be able to stay and jack off watching the rest pee on scum boy. The first ten guys will get to piss on urinal boy while he still has his clothes on. If that turns you on come to the head of the line.” I could hear some shuffling as guys elbowed their way to the head of the line.

I lay flat on my back with my hands out stretched on the tiled floor. The door opened and five guys came whooping in with their dicks dangling from their flys. They all choose to aim at my face. “Open your fucking mouth bitch!” Five streams of piss came flying into my mouth. After about 15 seconds I began to gurgle and choke, turned my head to the side and let the streams wash over my ear. As soon as a guy’s bladder was empty he stepped back and began jacking off as the next guy came forward. Within three minutes ten guys had pissed on me and I was drenched in urine. Showily a chorus arose from the masturbating guys standing around the room, “Take it off, take it off.” I removed my shirt and got on my hands and knees, slipping around in the growing puddle from the unremitting rain of piss. One of the students grabbed my piss soggy shirt and began flogging my back. The crowd chanted, “Whip him, whip him across the back.” More guys kept coming in. Some one demanded, “Get his pants off!” A group of guys came forward and pulled my pants off. “Hold him up by the feet and spread his legs we want to see his bung hole. Piss on his bung hole!” By this time there were at least 8 dudes pissing on me at any one time. Another 40 guys were jacking off in a frenzy. Each one stepped forward and came on me. Most aimed for my puckered ass hole. A half hour later they were all gone. Carl walked in and said, “Man, 80 guys just pissed on you! We raised $240 for the beer and piss party. Now don’t forget to collect the piss bottles under the bleachers after school.”

I went and collected the bottle of piss from the football team and the one from the swim team and started walking home. I noticed guys from school turning their heads and looking at me as they drove by but I was too tired to respond. When I got home I emptied the two bottles of urine into the bathtub, ran some hot water, lay down in the warm water and jacked off. Then I stumbled off to sleep.

The next morning I was out front waiting for the ride to school and feeling real good. Matt and his brother Carl pulled up and as usual Matt’s dick was out and semi-erect. Carl was naked from the waist down. I got in and Matt said, “Today suck me off after I piss in your mouth.” I swallowed his cock but he couldn’t piss for about five minutes because his prick was too hard. My head just lay there in his lap with his dick in my mouth as he drove along. I maneuvered my nose so I could enjoy the odor coming off his balls. Finally his piss began to flow, it was sweet this time. When he was through spraying my tonsils he pressed my head down on his cock until my nose was buried in his pubic hairs and began pumping my face. I could hear his ass pulling off the leather cushion each time he clinched his buns. He was driving the car with one hand and holding my head on his dick with the other. His motions got really wild then suddenly he shuttered, grunted and shot a large load down my throat. This was the first time I’d ever sucked someone off so I decided to keep his cum in my mouth tell I got to school. “Now get the hell in the back seat and take care of my brother Carl.”

I sled into the back seat and settled between Carl’s legs. He noticed the white gunk in my mouth. “Is that Matt’s cum?” “Yes.” He took hold of my hand and guided my index finger into my mouth using it to scoop up a glob of cum. Then he moved my cum covered finger to his ass and smeared it the around his ass crack. He whispered, “Spit the rest of Matt’s cum on my butt hole to loosen it up.” As I slobbered Matt’s cum on Carl’s hole it puckered and started opening and closing. My finger sank into his butt and he began to gyrate and moan. He bucked his body on my finger, grabbed the back of my head and drove his dick into my throat. As his piss began pouring inside me he yelled, “Deeper bitch, deeper!” I pumped my finger in and out of his hole as his prick started getting harder. Now he was fucking my face while the urine was still shooting through his piss slit. Soon the taste of urine was replaced with the taste of pre-cum. As he neared climax his spinster muscles spasmodically clinched and loosened around my gyrating finger. When he came his bung hole closed around my finger so hard it stopped the flow of blood but as he collapsed into the seat they relaxed and I slowly removed my finger. He leaned over, bit my ear then kissed it and whispered, “Don’t tell anyone you fucked me with your finger.” I got out of the car and walked the last two blocks to school sucking my finger all the way.

As I walked down the school hall toward first period class I noticed that most of the guys were peering at me out of the corners of their eyes; four of them even winked at me. As I walked through the class door all the guy’s heads turned toward me. They all had lustful expressions on their faces. It was only then that I realized that almost 100 of these guys had hosed me in the last three weeks. Just thinking about that made me nearly piss in my pants. This boy’s high school had 300 sets of hairy balls with dribbling pricks that’d follow me into any toilet or behind any bush. I realized I’d be drinking piss all day long for the next two years.

As I was walking drown the hall after first period Billy the nerd came up to me and said under his breath. “Sir I liked the bottle of urine you gave me for lunch yesterday. Can I drink some more today, please?” “Billy how’d you like to drink piss right out of five or six guy’s peters?” “I don’t want anybody to know I’d do that, man.” “Go to the second floor toilet and set in the back stall with the door closed. When a dude sticks his prick through the glory hole you put it in your mouth and swallow whatever comes out.” “OK, man I’ll go there right now! You’re the coolest guy.”

As I walked down the hall I found that I could look at any guy, motion for him to follow and he’d turn around and tag after me. By the time I started up the stairs toward the second floor boy’s room I had twelve sweaty teenage ass holes in tow. I walked into the toilet and sank down between two of the urinals. As all twelve boys began pulling their dicks out, one said, ‘Why don’t you set in the urinal man, we’ve had lots of practice aiming at them.” As I slid into the floor length pisser I said, “If half of you would like to piss down someone’s throat go over to that stall and stick your dicks through the glory hole.” Six of the guys trotted over and got in a line.

I leaned back in the urinal and rested the back of my head on the smooth, wet porcelain. I looked up at the six boys unzipping their blue jeans and pulling their dicks out. I asked them to pull their balls out too so that I could see them. They waved their cocks at me and pulled on their balls. “You ready for a piss bath?” “I’ll hose down the right side of his face.” “I’ll do the left side.” “I’m going to piss on the top of his head?” “Look I’m soaking his shirt.” “Wow I’m peeing on his crotch, it looks like he urinated on himself but it’s my piss.” Five of them finished pissing on me, slapped each others hands and walked out of the room laughing. The sixth guy straddled the urinal and pushed his hardened prick down my throat. “You’re going to suck me off then I’ll wash it down with my champagne.” He hugged the urinal and fucked head, then pissed down my throat and on my face. Then he told me to lap up the urine. As I started drinking the pool of piss he turned around and left. After everyone was gone Billy came out, set in the urinal next to mine. “Sir I know you’re one of the real cool guys sir but I’d like to be your friend.” “Billy if you’ll handle some of the guys for me; I’ll let you be my piss buddy.”

As I was walking home from school John the football captain drove up, leaned out his window and shouted to me, “We’ll use the $240 we made yesterday for a beer party next week-in. It’s going to be at your place so have a lot of pussy DVDs and pizza for 40 guys. Oh, and have a piss bucket in every room.” With that he sped off.