Piss Buds

By Kris Altend

Published on Oct 22, 2015

Gay

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Hey everyone! This one and the next one have just a WHOLE LOT of piss play, and not much other sex. Hope you enjoy!

PS: You might notice that the different characters remember things slightly differently -- this will continue to play a larger role in upcoming chapters.

------------ Piss Buds Part 5 ------------

--Brody--

I got him to undress and sit down on his couch for me.

I'd first figured out that I was into guys back in seventh grade gym class, when we'd started all changing together. Some of the guys would dare each other to smell their armpits, or their jockstraps. I was never one to shy away from a dare, and I learned pretty quickly that I didn't experience those smells in the same way the other boys did.

So when I had Derek on the couch in front of me, I took my time breathing deeply of his various smells. His crotch, his cock, his balls, his taint, and his butthole. I ate his butthole and sucked his dick until he was ready to cum, and then I fed him some more piss (boy has an endless thirst!) and then I sucked him some more until he came in my mouth.

We spent the evening together talking, getting to know each other on a deeper level than we had previously. He told me more about his family, and his Dad, who left when they were young. We talked a lot about what it has been like growing up LGBT, and for him, and when he thought he might come out to his other friends and family. I told him that I would always be there for him, as a friend, or whatever he needed.

We smoked joints and watched Netflix, cuddling on his couch. Whenever we needed to piss, he crawled into the tub, and we'd both let loose all over him.

We fell asleep together on his bed, my arm around him, his head on my shoulder, nose tucked into my armpit.

Sometime in the middle on the night, I awoke, still laying on my back, Derek still tucked right by my musky pit. I pulled him in a little closer and he stirred slightly, smacking his lips and nuzzling in closer. Giving me a little peck on my furry pectoral.

I tried to fall back asleep, but was having trouble. It took me a minute to realize why - I needed to pee.

The air in the room was cool, but where I was under the blanket, snuggled up with Derek, was warm and comfortable. I hated the idea of leaving the comfort of the bed to walk over onto the cold tile floor of the bathroom so I could take a piss. It always bothered me, especially back at my dorm when you had to go all the way down the hall.

I had started making sure I had an empty Gatorade bottle or two beside my bed, just so I didn't have to get up. I didn't have any Gatorade bottles with me right here, but I had something even better.

I kissed Derek on the top of his head. He murmured and stirred, but still seemed asleep.

"Hey buddy," I whispered.

"Yes, beautiful?" He muttered into my chest.

"I can't sleep. Gotta leak, but I don't wanna get out of the comfy bed. Think you can help a brother out?"

He smiled. "Mmmmmm yes please," he said, but he didn't move, still half asleep I think.

I put some light pressure on his shoulder, and he disappeared beneath the blanket. A few seconds later I felt his mouth gently close around my cock, and his hand stroked my thigh, slowly, sleepily.

I'd never peed laying down on my back before, and it felt a little weird at first. When I tried to let go, my body wasn't having it. But when I gave a little push, I felt the liquid rise up out of my dick and into his mouth. I wasn't sure how much he could handle in his half sleeping state, so I just gave him a taste to start.

"Oh man... " he said, starting to sound a little more awake. "That's strong. I've never tasted your piss like this before. It's intense."

"Shit," I said. "I'm sorry dude, I can just go use the toilet."

"No!" He protested. "You're my big sexy man and you deserve to relax. I can handle it. I want it all. I wanna help you out."

His mouth clamped back onto my dick. He really was a good kid.

I let the piss flow out at a slow, controlled rate. It felt so weird to be pissing like this, all warm and wrapped up in his bed. It was incredibly soothing.

I counted the number of times I heard him swallow. After the fourth, my flow was starting to weaken. My bladder hadn't been bursting full, but it had still been uncomfortable. When I was done, he swallowed again, and then started kissing my pelvis, and feeling my cock as it started to get hard.

"No," I said, and I pulled him up with my arm. He came back up out of the blanket grinning sheepishly. I gave him a kiss, and wow, his mouth really did smell strongly of piss. I couldn't imagine how it must've tasted.

"You better now, stud?" he asked, nestling back into his spot, with his nose buried in my armpit.

"Yeah, you sure know how to help a brother out," I said, and he smiled serenely, and his breath started to slow again, and pretty soon we were both back asleep.

When I woke up again, it was light out, Friday morning. Derek was still laying on me, half awake, his boner pressing up against my thigh, he was rubbing it up and down sleepily, which is what woke me up.

My own hard-on was also raging. Almost unconsciously, my hand slipped down to it and gave it a squeeze. My nerve endings cried out in happiness at the touch, and before I knew it I was jerking off with all my strength and speed.

Derek woke up, and looked up at me, smiling, he grabbed my arm. "Don't you dare jerk off right now. You said that cum was for my asshole," he said.

"Sorry," I replied. "You're right, I just.. half asleep, you know..."

"You need to piss again?" He asked, the hope in his voice not at all hidden.

I laughed. "Get down there, you little rascal," I said, and he obeyed. For the second time in as many waking minutes, his mouth was wrapped around my cock. I didn't have a lot, but I did manage to give him a good couple mouthfuls, after my boner finally relented.

"I think I'm starting to get used to the strong stuff," he said. "It's like... REAL piss, y'know? It's sexy."

We made out for a few minutes, and he started jerking his cock up against my leg.

"You don't mind if I cum, do you?" He asked.

"Please do," I answered, reaching back behind him with my arm, pulling his cheeks apart and searching for his furry little hole with my middle finger, rubbing the ring, loosening it up. As I poked the tip inside, he grunted deeply, and his hips started bucking, his leg muscles tensed, and I felt the warm wetness of his splooge shooting out onto my thigh.

He disappeared again under the blanket, and I felt him licking at my thigh, lapping up his own cum, before he reemerged and snuggled back up close to me. My dick was a raging boner again.

"Don't you need to piss?" I asked him. I wasn't sure if I could drink a whole load of morning piss like he just had, but I'd give it a shot.

"I just went, before you woke up," he murmured. "Pissed it all over my pissy tub clothes."

Speaking of pissy clothes, I wondered what had happened to the bag of piss soaked clothes I'd left outside my dorm the night before last. When I'd woken up in the morning and stopped by before class, they were gone. Some unlucky (or lucky?) person had picked them up I guess.

"Here," I said. "You helped me stay in bed last night, so how about right now you stay in bed and I'll make us breakfast."

"Sounds beautiful," he said, rolling over and stretching out as I got up out of the bed. "There's eggs, bacon, and bread in the kitchen."

I heard him softly start snoring as I made my way over to the kitchen. He was such a little angel.

I found the food and the cookware, and I started scrambling eggs and putting butter on toast. I also started drinking water. I was dehydrated.

After classes today, unfortunately I had to hop on a bus back home. My little sister was playing the lead role in a play, and I'd promised her I'd make it back. I wouldn't be back in town until tomorrow night. That was what I was saving my load for. That is when I was gonna fuck the hell out of his butthole.

As the bacon started to get crispy, I forked it over onto our respective plates. I brought the food into the bedroom, and put it down on Derek's bedside table, then I went back into the kitchen and I found two glasses in the cupboard, and filled them both with water from the tap.

Halfway back to his room, I had a moment of insight. I went back to the kitchen and poured one of the glasses of water out into the sink. Then, grinning to myself, I pulled my still half hard cock out through the front of my boxer briefs.

I didn't have a lot, but I did manage to squeeze out a few ounces of yellow piss. I sniffed it. It was still pretty strong. I don't care what he said, there's no way that acrid stuff was pleasant to drink. I ran the water in the sink until it was warm, and then filled the cup the rest of the way with water. Now, it was only light yellow. I sipped it. Not bad. Still stronger than Derek's piss I'd drank two nights ago, but much more palatable than the morning piss I'd started with.

When I walked back into the room, Derek was already sitting up in the bed, plate on his lap, digging into his food. I put his glass on the table beside him, and without missing a beat, he grabbed it and took a long draught from it. About halfway through he looked at the glass, and then at me, a spark in his eye, realizing what I'd done. He put the 2/3 full glass back down on the coffee table and picked up another forkful of eggs.

"Thank you so much Brody, all of this is perfect," he said, indicating both the food and the drink with his hands, not mentioning what we both knew. He kept eating. Watching him eagerly wash down the bites of his meal with swigs of my piss gave me a real charge.

"Can I have a refill?" He asked, as he poured the last of the liquid down his throat.

I took the glass from him and put my cock into it once more, as he watched, eating his food like this was all totally normal. I still didn't have much, but I did squeeze out a few good squirts, and then I poured about half of my glass of water into his to water it down.

"Spit in it too," he said. I smiled, and let a large, foamy glob of saliva fall out of my mouth into the glass. "Thanks," he said, and took it back from me, drinking it all down almost in one gulp. He'd finished his food as well, and he layed back down on the bed, patting his stomach. "That was the best breakfast I've ever had. Thanks bro."

After I ate, and washed the dishes, we both had to get to class.

"So, I guess I'm not going to see you again until tomorrow night," Derek said. "I decided that I'm going to save my load for you, too. Next time I'm gonna shoot is when your cock is pounding my prostate."

I gave him a peck on the cheek, and headed out to class.

  • Derek -

I felt his hand on my shoulder, pushing me down. I didn't know what time it was, but it was dark out. The middle of the night. I was confused, sleepy.

"I don't wanna get up," he said. "It's too cold to get up. I want you to drink it for me."

My dick was instantly hard, even in my half asleep state. There was something super charged about drinking his piss not just for fun, but for utility, to help him stay relaxed and in bed. This was a way I could service him, make a real positive difference to his night. Not many guys could or would do this for him, but I was happy to. Excited to, and that made me feel awesome, and special.

He kinda sat up in the bed, ass on the pillow for leverage, and I kept my head where it was, which was now right by his cock. I took it in my mouth and gently licked at the slit, waiting for the flow to start.

The fifth or sixth time I swirled my tongue around his mushroom head, I felt the piss start to drizzle out, slowly at first.

It was intense. Not at all like the piss I'd been used to drinking. I couldn't see it but I imagined a dark yellow liquid. Some reactive part of me wanted to spit it out, but instead I just let it keep filling my mouth. I was determined not to just react to the taste, but be present with it. I swallowed.

It started coming faster, and I started feeling more used to the taste. It was still intense, but I was becoming familiar with it. I think dark yellow piss, like scotch or even beer, is an acquired taste.

I flicked my tongue around the head of his pissing dick, letting the nectar swirl around my tongue, bathing my tastebuds in it, my dick leaking helplessly into the sheets. I know I've said this a few times about the last couple days, but this was by far the most erotic moment of my life to date.

He started running out faster than when his bladder was full of watery piss. When he was done, he slid back down, and pulled me back into our sleeping / cuddling position, and seemed to fall back asleep almost immediately. I kept about a shot glass worth of the piss in my mouth, swishing it around for probably another 3-5 minutes. Just thinking about this new step I'd taken, which almost seemed like a bigger leap than drinking it in the first place.

Finally, I swallowed.

Eventually, my boner went down and I fell back asleep.

I woke up again, early, the sun coming through the bedroom window. I got up and went to the washroom, layed down in the tub, on top of my piss soaked t-shirt and undies I'd been usingthe night before, and just let my piss fly all over myself. I got a little into my mouth, but mostly just bathed in it.

I dried myself off with a towel and then got back into bed with him, and he stirred.

"Morning sexy man," he said, stretching his arms up above his head. I took the opportunity to bury my nose in his hairy pits, inhaling deeply, hungrily, his scent. He laughed, and started squirming, I guess my face hairs were tickling his pit.

"That piss you fed me last night was very strong," I told him. "It was a whole nother level."

"Oh shit, really?" He said. "I'm sorry dude. That was just so convenient for me. I hate getting up at night to pee. I hope it wasn't too gross."

"It was probably the sexiest thing that's ever happened to me. It was a little hard to take at first, but something about helping you out like that is like, what I was meant to do..."

"You know what, little trooper? I'm gonna make us breakfast." He said. This guy was amazing.

About ten minutes later I could smell the food cooking in the kitchen, and now it was my turn to enjoy not having to get out of bed. Not too long after that, Brody waled back into the bedroom, totally naked, totally hairy and sexy, carrying a plate of food and a glass of pale yellow liquid.

If I'd thought about it for a second, I would have known, but it wasn't until I took the first swig that I knew what he'd served me with breakfast. I looked at him, and he grinned mischievously.

"I watered it down a bit so it wouldn't be so strong," he said.

"This is perfect, thank you. Best meal I ever had," I told him.

We said our goodbyes, both of us having a full day of classes we assumed that we wouldn't see each other again until the next day when he got back. But as I was sitting in class, even though I already drank a bunch of piss overnight and this morning, I couldn't help trying to see if Brody and I could meet up for a quick rendezvous before he had to leave this afternoon. After all, it would be my last chance to guzzle his nectar for over 24 hours.

Brody, always happy to oblige, met me in the men's room at the student union while he was on his lunch, and I was missing part of my English Lit class.

We both knew the routine by now. I kneeled down beside the toilet in the stall. He opened his pants, brought out his furry, musky dick, and I suckled it, gulp after gulp, while he sighed with relief. He had been drinking water and his piss was warm and subtle again. As sexy as the nasty strong stuff could be, I was grateful to have a long, delicious stream of well hydrated piss to enjoy.

Nothing brings you right into the present moment like the anticipation and then fulfillment of drinking straight from a dick. Each second that stream poured into my mouth, filling it over and over, was a second I felt fully alive and amazingly vibrant.

"You sure you don't wanna blow job?" I asked, as his stream was slowing down, now just dribbling around my lips and onto my tongue.

"No, I do want one, but I wanna save it more," he said firmly. Once again, he contracted his dick muscle, giving me a few last shots before shaking his dick off into my face and putting it back into his jeans.

"I wanna drink too," he said, and so I stood while he got down on his knees. My dick was a raging hard on after just swallowing his entire bladder, so as I rested my straining tip on his lips, I had to concentrate before I could release any piss for him.

The hairs of his mustache were tickling the tip of my dick, so I pushed it in just a little further. Then I was able to let go. I grunted as the stream started, too fast, and Brody coughed, dribbling piss out onto his beard and shirt.

"Sorry," I said. "Maybe have to start bringing a spare shirt around campus with me..."

"It's okay, just keep in mind you've done this more than me."

It was true. In the past three days I'd swallowed five or six full loads of his piss, whereas he'd only had a taste of mine. I didn't mind at all, I think he was more of a natural giver and me a receiver, but it was very nice to play with both and have some reciprocity. And well, I had a full load right now, and I hoped he'd be able to take it all down.

I started the stream again, slower this time, until I felt his mouth getting full, and then I backed off as he swallowed. I wanted to see it going into his mouth, so I did what he'd done to me the night before, and held his head a few inches away from my dick. It was so cute how he struggled against my hand, trying to take my dick back into his mouth.

I released the stream again, and watched it fly across the four inches gap between us and into his mouth. He tilted his head back so that he could collect it all in his mouth. Unfortunately, because my dick was so hard, the stream split off, and a whole bunch sprayed onto his face and more specks appeared on his t-shirt.

I released his head and let him clamp back on, releasing it now at a slow but steady pace, hearing the satisfying sound of each gulp as he took my urine into his stomach.

"Alright," I said, as it was slowing down. "This is the last of it. Save it so we can share."

I squeezed my muscle and every drop of pee I possibly could out into Brody's mouth. He had a look of utter revelry on his face, and I knew the feeling. The first time you drink a whole load can be a kind of spiritual experience.

He stood and we made out, swapping my piss back and forth, both swallowing it a little bit at a time, until I finally backed off and said.

"Okay man, I gotta go. Missing too much class."

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said. "Thanks for that. I was glad I could return the favor and help you relieve yourself. I see why you like helping me so much."

As I was leaving, I noticed something I hadn't noticed on the way in - that the stall beside us was locked. I couldn't see any feet under the door, and I hadn't heard anybody come or leave, so I decided that it must have been out of order, or something.

After class, I had a ton of homework to do, so I headed over to the library. I put in my ear buds, listening to some classical (I'd read that Mozart actually increases your IQ while you are listening!) and dug into some of the reading I needed to do.

The hours slipped away, and before I knew it, it was getting dark outside. I packed up my books, and decided to head back to my place to make some dinner, smoke a joint, and maybe do a bit more reading. Tomorrow, I would do the laundry (my whole apartment was starting to smell like piss), and buy some plastic sheets.

Before I left the library, I slipped into the men's room to relieve myself. As I saddled up to one of the urinals, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around, and came face to face with Adam.


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