300 Pissing Dicks 2

That whole day at high school I fantasized about the bottle of piss the Football Captain John was going to collect from the other players. I could picture him placing it under the bleachers after football practice. The end of the school day found me setting in the bleachers watching football practice. Several players blow kisses at me as the team went in to shower. A half hour later they came out and John was holding the full bottle. As they passed they looked up and in unison grabbed their crotches, laughed and walked off. John veered off and left the bottle under the bleachers.

After they were gone I crawled under the bleachers and put my hand against the glass bottle. It was still really warm. I took off the lid and sniffed the pungent odor. I placed it to my mouth and sipped a little. Then I poured some onto my hands and rubbed it on my face. I lifted it over my head and let it soak my hair. Then I poured some of it on my crotch and felt it seep through my jeans. I was covering myself in it. Finally I up ended the bottle into my mouth. John had said he’d be putting a bottle there every day for a week. I could hardly wait tell tomorrow.

At the end of school on Tuesday sure enough another bottle of piss was under the bleachers, still warm. I opened the lid and wet my lips with the piss. Then I carefully closed it, put it in a paper bag and walked home. That night I used some of the piss to make gravy for my meatloaf. Setting at the table I poured a big glass of piss to drink with my supper. I spent the night watching TV and kept filling my glass from the piss bottle and slowly sipping from it as I remembered seeing that piss pouring out of various football players’ dicks. As I made my bed that night I poured the last of the piss onto my pillow and went to sleep with my face buried in it. The next morning I realized that the mattress was getting a little ripe and resolved to get a plastic cover for it.

As I was waiting for the bus to school, one of the football players, Matt pulled up, opened his car door and offered to take me to school. As I got in I noticed that his prick was hanging out. “Glad I saw you there I need to pee. You’ll take care of it, just like on the bus, won’t you?” I scrunched down and as we drove along he peed in my mouth. When we got two blocks from school he came to a stop, opened the door, leaned over and said: “Give me your address and I’ll pick you up tomorrow.” Yesterday I’d spent all day dreaming of the bottle of piss that would be waiting for me under the bleachers. Today I still fantasized about holding that warm jar but I also could hardly wait to get that ride to school tomorrow.

I was setting in the bleachers when the team came out from the showers. John held the bottle up so I could see it. He noticed that it was not completely full, “Anyone want to take a piss.” “I do” said Ben. So John unscrewed the lid and stuck the bottle under Ben’s cock. Ben took a long leak and a little overflowed on to John’s hand. “What the fuck! Piss boy get down here and lick this piss off my hand. Jesus Ben watch where you’re whizzing.” I ran down the steps and licked the piss off his hand then dried his hand with my cap. He splashed some of the piss from the bottle on my face, handed it to me and they all walked off.

That night, instead of water, I used the urine to make a soup. After supper I used some more of the piss to brush my teeth then had a nightcap of beer and urine, got in bed and dreamed about tomorrow. I was eating breakfast when I heard a car honking, looked out the window and there was Matt with his car door open and his dick out. I noticed that his brother Carl was in the back seat. Carl was on the swim team. I ran out the door and sled into the front seat. Matt said, “From now on be waiting out front. I can’t hold it much longer!” As he roared off I turned around and looked at Carl. He had a big smile on his face. “Gobble down Matt’s piss before he wets himself then get back here pronto and drain me. I got to go real bad.” As I put my mouth around Matt’s dick I could smell his sweaty balls. As we bounced along the road Matt let out a moan and pissed longer then anyone else ever had into my mouth. Finally Carl reached over the seat grabbed my hair and pulled me into the back seat. Just before I could get my mouth over his pecker he started pissing. I quickly began gulping the rest down.

Then while he was still taking a leak I heard him exclaim, “Dam Matt I thought you said he knew how to dink pee, I got piss on my balls, legs and on the leather cushion. There’s even piss trickling down my butt hole!” Matt calmly said, “He’s got a great tongue make him lick it off you and make sure he sucks it off my cushions.” Carl began using his hands to move my face along the insides of his legs. “Do what Matt said and lick it up real good.” Then he maneuvered my mouth onto his balls. “Take my left ball in your mouth and clean the piss off. Now suck on the right ball, swallow it deeper!” He got up, “Now lick the car seat and dry it with your hair.” He got down on his hands and knees on the back seat, stuck his ass in the air and demanded, “Dry my ass cheeks and get the piss off my asshole!” I used my hands to wipe his butt cheeks clean then started licking his asshole. “Suck on my hole! Stick your tongue in. Yaw man; push your tongue in harder. Man you know how to suck ass.” As usual I was let off two blocks from the school. As I was walking along I looked around and saw that no one was on the street so I took it out and whizzed on the side walk as I ambled along.