Thinking back several years, I’m not exactly sure just how I got interested in getting wet and then getting off. I guess it may have started as a kid peeing in the bathtub water on a Saturday night, or the fun of pissing in my swim trunks while wading waist deep in the lake or at the beach. Just letting it go while looking at the rest of the beachgoers—who had no idea what I was doing, but just feeling that great warm liquid filling my trunks. Later, as I became more sexually interested and aroused, I started fooling around with one of my friends, a guy named David. He was a year older than me and really built. Not a muscle stud, but just had one of those naturally gifted bodies. He wasn’t the brightest bulb in the pack (he’d been held back a grade year), but what he lacked in brain, he certainly made up for it in brawn. During the summer months, I enjoyed seeing David with his shirt off—which was just about always. He liked showing off his body and since he rarely wore any underwear, his bulging package that was constantly straining his crotch was always visible. He had a couple favorite pairs of old jeans and the crotch was worn lighter that the rest of the front, which accentuated everything all too nicely. We’d play baseball, and other summer sports, but the most fun was the frequent wrestling and horsing around. We’d get all hot a sweaty and at that age, it was easy to throw a rod just about anytime. David was no exception—and he was BIG. It felt great having his hardon brush up against me while we ‘wrestled’. I’m sure he was enjoying it too, but he never made and specific overtures During the last years of high school we kind of grew distant, since David attended a Catholic High School Academy, and I attended my local public high school. We’d see each other on weekends, but mostly our social activities were school oriented and therefore separate. After high school graduation, he went to work for the same construction company as his father; not wanting to go on to college. I went out of state to school and only returned home for the obligatory holidays. The following summer, I looked him up. He was now living in his own apartment and looked better than ever. The construction job had certainly allowed him to develop his muscles and chest even more and his body was darkly tanned from working outside. We had a few beers, talked about most everything and brought each other up to date. I wasn’t dwelling on David’s every word, but did pick up on the fact that he wasn’t dating any girls and didn’t appear to be too interested in them anyway. What I was interested in was David’s muscular frame and the ever present bulge in his crotch, which he too conveniently displayed for my benefit by spreading his legs widely. I wasn’t sure whether or not I was imagining things, or it was just a case of wishful thinking, but I swear that over the course of time, David’s crotch bulge was getting bigger. Of course, true to form David wasn’t wearing a shirt either. We had each consumed three beers and I was genuinely enjoying myself, his company and of course the view. David got up and headed back to the refrigerator for another round of beers, but came back with only one bottle. “Guess we’ll have to flip for it; this is the last one.” He offered. “Flip for it” meant some sort of physical contest, which usually lead to wrestling, and his eventual winning. I really didn’t mind loosing, and I wasn’t really thirsty any longer, but the though of the body contact was a good idea. Sure enough, that’s what happened. I removed my shirt too, and we went for it. I’d also grown a bit the past year, more function of tennis and swimming, but was pleased to hear David compliment me. We were positioned on hands and knees and the jousting started. I must say I put up a good struggle and actually nearly pinned David early on. The struggle continued and I became aware of my arousal—and David’s too! I didn’t—or couldn’t do anything to hide it, and more importantly, neither could David. We had now worked up a good sweat and were sliding around more than wrestling. I could tell David was easing up a bit, apparently enjoying the horsing around. I kept up a good level of effort, not wanting to have it end just yet. David seemed to sense this and continued to wrestle half-heartedly and grind us together. His dick was rock hard and poked against me. He pinned me on my back and lay on top of me, face-to-face and hard dick to hard dick. Suddenly, David let out a loud belch, and we both broke out laughing. I commented on the belch and something to the effect that apparently he was glad to see me! It went right over his head at first, but then the comment sank in. David said he was really horny and then surprised me totally by bluntly asking me if I’d like to jack off with him. The surprise apparently clearly registered on my face, because David backed away and said it was okay, he’d wait until later. I quickly said that it sounded just fine to me, let’s give it a go. David was never the bashful type, he just stood up, unbuckled his jeans and let them drop to the floor, stepped out of them and stood facing me. My mouth must have dropped open. There he stood, one fine specimen of a man sporting about an 8” rod, sticking straight out at me. I collected my wits, and shucked my jeans. Now I was also standing facing him with my erect cock pointing at David. David spoke first, “Hey man, nice dick. I didn’t think you’d be that big. I was surprised by his comment but replied that I certainly wasn’t as big as he was. David was visibly pleased, and began to stroke his meat. Then he surprised me again and stepped forward, apparently more closely comparing our dicks. Now they were side by side while facing each other. David took his other hand and with both hands, began stroking BOTH of our cocks. I lost all control and David apparently knew it. He admitted that he’d been wanting to do this with me for a long time. I was surprised, but admitted that I had been admiring his body for quite a while too. He then blurted out that he didn’t really like girls and fantasized doing it with a guy, and I was his first, so if he wasn’t doing something right, I should tell him. Man, that was wild. He thought I had the experience! Well, I had fooled around a little bit the first year of college, but was by no means an expert. He pressed his still sweaty body against mine and we met face to face. He hesitated a bit, then bent forward and kissed me. I kissed him back, and soon our tongues were wildly exploring each other’s mouth. Well, we’d completely forgotten about the one remaining beer and we headed off to David’s bedroom. We continued our kissing and horsing around, just being content to feel each other up and both wound up shooting our loads against each other’s stomach while bucking and humping each other. It felt wonderful and we both remained with hardons and kept fooling around until about 10 minutes later, we both shot a second round the same way. The bed was now a total mess of cum and sweat. We just lay there for a while, then David recalled the remaining beer, and we split it. David asked me if I’d ever done this kind of thing before, and I related a couple of my college experiences to him. He listened intently and said that he wanted to try some of these things out. They sounded like fun to him, and he wanted me to break him in, so to speak. Well, not wanting to look a ‘gift horse’ in the mouth, I eagerly agreed. After we finished the beer, we continued to discuss the various types of man-to-man sex that we could do. David seemed to be eager to try just about anything, so I just kept talking. Pretty soon, David was half hard again, but got up and said we’d better take a shower and clean up. I agreed and we headed off to the shower together. We climbed in the tub and David slid the shower doors closed. Then to my complete surprise, he asked. “Remember when we’d piss in our swim trunks at the beach?” I nodded, and then he said, “I’ve got to take a wicked piss right now. How about you? Let’s let it fly and then we’ll just shower it off; kind of like saving water. Before I could answer, he let loose and was pissing on my stomach and dick. He raised his dick up and directed the golden stream to my chest. I was surprised, but it did feel warm and strangely wonderful. My dick was hard again. He just kept pissing and pissing and the hot stuff kept running down my chest, stomach, over my dick and down my legs. Finally his stream petered out to a trickle. He took a step forward and hugged me, pressing his sweaty body against my piss soaked chest. This felt strangely even more wonderful. His dick grew instantly hard as a rock, stabbing against my throbbing crotch and dick. Then he withdrew slightly and said, “Okay, now you do it to me!” I had to let my dick calm down for a while, but since I really had to piss, due to the beers, it didn’t take very long before I was directing a wicked stream against his genitals and stomach. Then David dropped to his knees, and I found myself pissing on his neck and chest. Damn, he was really into this. Okay, so I let him have it. Some of my piss even hit him in the face. He didn’t open his mouth, but lowered his head and took it in the face full force. The front hair on his head was also soaked. I just kept pissing and he eventually stood up as I finished. He again pressed his rock hard dick against me and then kissed me. This was just too wild. Instinctively I kissed him back and for the first time I tasted a bit of my own piss, as did David. It wasn’t anything like I’d expected, not strong or salty like cum sometimes is. We just kept kissing and sliding against each other. Then David grabbed our dicks and jacked us both off—a third load. Then he said, “Jesus, that was wild. Guess we’d better shower up. We did, got dressed and I headed for the door and home. David’s apartment was only about ½ mile from my parent’s house and his father’s, so I’d be home easily without worrying about driving after the beers. We made plans to get together the following night for some more fun. David was an eager pupil and was sexually out of control. Visions of my wildest fantasies raced through my head. I drove home with evil and kinky thoughts running through my mind—and my dick—it was hard again. To be continued…
