"FLOORPISSING": Mayfield Soccer Team (part 1) by BadBoyKal
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The Mayfield boys soccer team is always one of the best teams in the state. The boys have twice-a-day practices three times a week, putting in cardio and resistance training in the mornings. After school the team has to share the boys lockerroom with football and basketball, but they're the only one's around those three mornings a week.
Ty is a sophomore who's just transferred over from Chastity Prep., a local Catholic school. He's come to Mayfield for soccer, and he is eager to fit in with his teammates and prove his worth on the field.
It's the first morning of morning practice for Ty and Coach has just dismissed them to the locker rooms. They boys stream inside from the weight room in one big mass; Ty stays toward the back to just follow the crowd. Most boys go straight to their lockers to grab towels and maybe a change of underwear, being too sweaty to want to go to class without a brief shower. Ty does likewise and waits around for his teammates to migrate to the shower area. One by one they leave their lockers and go through the gap in the cinderblock walls to where the toilets are. But quickly the tangle of teenage sweaty bodies seems to grind to a halt, with boys not passing through the gap but milling around in it, waiting. After a minute, Ty asks the guy right in front of him. "Hey... why did everybody stop right here?" he asked.
"Oh, there's just waiting to take piss. Most of us have to go, and most of us like using 'Urinal Number Four' when we get the chance. They're just waiting for that."
"...I don't get it..." Ty continued, confused. "What's so special about urinal number four?"
The guy who'd become Ty's informer for the moment (he believed his name was Derek, but he couldn't be sure), smiled really big and said "Urinal Four we call 'the floorpiss urinal.' Good thing you're learning about it now, 'cause you ain't a real member of this team until you've had your turn on it! It's just a tradition we in Mayfield soccer have, for as far back as anyone could remember. The first three urinals on the wall from the right you piss like normal, flush if you want to... but the last one in the corner there has a special rule. You stand in front of the it and unzip like normal, but you can't actually spray your piss in it and you don't flush it. It's a sacred rule: You get to spray your piss on the walls and floors instead! It's fun enough that most guys think pissing there is worth the wait. With all the championships we win, the school doesn't care about it, and the janitor knows what to expect from us (and if he minds it, he doesn't say!)."
This was more or less a bizarre answer to Ty. Obviously the truth was weirder than any guess he could've taken. He was feeling... excited about the chance to use the 'floorpiss urinal,' but he was uncomfortable in spite of himself. His excitement seemed to have been eclipsed by embarassment, and to Ty's dismay he could feel the heat of his cheecks flushing red! One of the louder more popular boys a few guys ahead in the line/cluster had to look him at that exact moment! "Haha, look! The newbie from Catholic school's blushing! Bet he just can't take the way we do it here at Mayfield. --Hey, new kid, tell me just one thing: Gotta piss?"
Ty was flustered, but this was nothing he couldn't handle. It so happened that he DID have to piss (thanks to three glasses of orange juice at breakfast), and he said so to the other guy.
"Alright, then, kid. Lemme tell you what: since it's your first time in this locker room and on this team, why don't we all let you cut the line a bit and try your first floorpiss while there's still some dry spots left to hose down with pee. Does that sound cool, everybody?" The other boys grunted and nodded their assent, and an aisle opened up between Ty and the puddle-strewn urinal. All it was was pissing, but he felt a strange sense of pressure, as though he had to get it right. Except, really, how could one do it wrong? He just had to do it!
, he said to himself. <I get to do it. This is a naughty taboo I've never even considered was possible before today, but--there's really no contesting the fact that it's hot, and that it's almost gotta be fun when you're doing it...> The biggest problem... the only problem, what made him wish there wasn't any pressure and be scared this could embarass him horribly was this: since Derek'd first told him about urinal four, and in the ensuing seconds, Ty's ding-dong had gone from full flacid to rock-hard! <Fuck!> he thought to himself... <at least it's not pointing out tenting my shorts> (for the jock he had on underneath his soccer shorts was up to the challenge it was facing ;).
Well, he would just have to go along with it and hope for the best... nothing else to do, honestly. He forced himself to be brave and walked swiftly through the ailse. From the state of the floor and walls, he guessed that two teens had already had their fun before him. On both sides of the urinal there was piss dripping down the walls; on the right side of the floor below it was a sizeable 2'x3' puddle spreading right from the wall out, and the otherwise dry left side of the floor was marred with two sprinkled jagged zags which it seemed continued onto the left-hand wall. Ty had never pissed on the floor or walls or anything else before, but he couldn't believe the opportunity and he wanted to have a good time. He figured he'd make as big a mark as he could, going for filling in dry spots rather than adding wet to what was already wet. The whole team was watching him, he realized... and they were curiously silent.
He took a small step backwards to increase the amount of dry space he could reach (if it was just him doing this for kicks he'd've taken two large steps back and let loose... but he wasn't sure how much of the floor actually counted as belonging to urinal four, and he didn't wanna make any assumptions or take undue social risk).
There was one boy against the left wall immediately level with Ty, and fanning out ahead of him on his right were two others--probably seniors. These were the only ones who could see his dick, if they looked. He was still quite hard and quite nervous about it, but he pulled down his shorts and also his jock, as in his head he began a quick "Hail, Mary." His four-inch adolescent shaft stuck STRAIGHT out. Alright, then... here goes!...
Ty praised God that he was able to piss with an erection. It took a minute to get started, of course, and he had to really push at first, suppressing a grunt--but a little dribble of urine started, dripping lackadaisically down to the dry floor! He realized all at once that he was passed ALL the hurtles this situation entailed now! Now it was time to just make a mess and have fun! His dribble became a weak stream, and a moment later this weak stream strengthened to normal piss-pressure. Deliciously quickly the dry floor right before him was taken over with a puddle which merged with the one on the right. "Yeah, you got it, bro!" said one of the tall, quiet seniors watching him from the side. "Yeah! Show the floor who's boss!" a junior right behind him shouted, causing most of the rest of the team to erupt in grins and giggles.
Ty commenced to fill all the dry space to his front and to the left, but he didn't do it with a boring puddle! Ty spread his legs to a more commanding stance and danced his stream first all the way into the left corner (pushing for extra distance); he pivoted his hips and cut a bold stroke along the left wall, out of the corner and out. The spectator on the left wall quickly moved out of his way as Ty, forgetting worry in the joy and the arousal of this act, turned farther until his cock was straight out left and visible to nearly all! Such fun was he having that he just kept on going along that wall, rotating his body even more until his stream reached the floor after its long diminishing curve. He had quite a bit more pee, though, so then he quickly turned back forward and took some wide, lazy strafes on the floor over all the forward/leftward dry space left. Approaching the end of his bladderful, Ty pissed into the "master puddle" covering everything ahead and to the right, and then--on what he'd only describe as "a daring impulse" he scuttled right up into the puddle, got right up against the urinal, and finished his stream down the wall that was right beside it, on its left.
What exhilaration! He noticed the boys were all clapping and cheering and laughing, and couldn't believe how much he had been tuning them out once he really got into the "floorpiss."
The kid who'd given Ty the chance to cut in line--A boy named "Spike"-- clapped him on the back before he'd even zipped back up. "Nice work, newbie! That was pretty impressive technique... most of us who use #4 don't have half as much fun as you just did! By the way, kid, I'm Spike. Welcome to the team."
"Thanks, man. I can't believe I've never done that before! I had no idea what I was missin'."
"Hahaha, yeah. Floorpissing's got a way of sorta luring you in. If I was you, man, I'd do it every chance I got. It's more fun when it's against the rules and you could be caught... Much bigger rush"--and he winked!
Other boys came up also for a pat on the shoulder or a fist-bump for the victorious new kid. Of course Ty had to stagger to the right to let the next urinal user take his place. (He saw that that guy positioned himself right on the edge of the gargantuan puddle, to add to it, rather than carving off any dry floor/wall for hiss piss. It occurred to him that maybe most pissers weren't even as "creative" as he'd been his first time! But he wasn't worried anymore about what was standard or what fit the "rules" now that he'd done it. He was sure that there was no way he'd ever want to do it that would run afoul of the rules of the game.)
As he stepped to the right--his "shower shoed" feet getting a bit splashed in boy-piss--Ty deftly put his still-quite-hard peter in its jock once again, where it left an inviting bulge. As everyone settled down and normalcy was resumed, there was one more boy who came up not laughing and joking as the others, but with a simple silent smile. It was Karim, a tall, dark-skinned, curly-headed teen not as loud as many of the others, but with some kind of magnetism Ty couldn't identify. Quite to Ty's surprise, this tall dark stranger put his hands against the wall behind Ty and leaned in against him with his whole body. He spoke quietly enough that only Ty could hear. He said: "Hey, Ty--I'm Karim. I couldn't help but notice that your dick was hard the whole time you took your floorpiss today (and I'm definitely not the only one who noticed). That's perfectly normal--half the guys here get hard using urinal four. You'll find some people--like me--get hard around the team rather more often than just that..." As he said this, Karim pressed his pelvis harder against Ty, and Ty could feel a humongous and super-hot bulge pressing against his lower abdomen. "So I just want you to know right away that I'm your guy if you ever decide to... 'take care of' that bulge you think you're hiding so well in your jock." And the hot older boy moved his right hand from the wall and cradled Ty's bulge from outside his athletic shorts. Ty almost came then and there! But Karim let go, then, and backed away into whatever sexy haze from which he'd come.