I am a firm believer, that we have no more choice, as to what we are drawn to sexually, than we have over what our taste buds like, when we sit down at the table.
This is a story about a young boys " Urge " to feel and taste the pale yellow stream, coming from a girl or a boy. So, if that upsets you, please go read another story.

I can remember the first time that I saw another person peeing. It was another boy from my school and we were walking home and all of a sudden, he said, " I gotta pee real bad " and went into the first vacant lot with tall weeds, that we came to. Peeing is like yawning or so it seems. When one person does it, it's like it makes the other person or persons have to do it to and usually they do. Which really seems strange to me because they don't even seem to be embarrassed about the other people seeing their little cock or little pussy, they just seem to do it, like it was natural. Or whatever. Now if you just walked up and said, " May I see your little pussy or your little cock, they would think that you were weird or crazy and never even think about letting you see it.

When Mikey got down on his knees in the tall weeds and pulled his little dick out, I kneltdown there with him, so nobody would see what he was doing. I guess I should have turned my head because the next thing I knew, I was watching as the pale yellow stream of it, shot out onto the ground in front of him and felt my little boner coming up and didn't know what to do. I didn't understand why watching a boy pee, was giving me a boner and I felt my face getting all hot and he looked up at me and said, " What's wrong " and I turned away and tried to say, " Nothing " but nothing came out.

I remember laying in bed that night, playing with my little boner and thinking about him peeing. What was that all about?

2 or 3 weeks later, it happened again, only this time I pulled my little dick out to and peed at the same time he was peeing. It was the strangest feeling, being down on my knees, with another boy peeing in the bushes and tall weeds. He was right in front of me and both of us were directing our pale yellow streams, to the same spot, a little circle inbetween us. Making a puddle, a little puddle of pale yellow pee. The only problem being, that you really couldn't see the yellow of it because we were peeing into the dirt, so it was a little puddle that eventually soaked down in.

I don't know how many times we had stopped there to pee on out way home from school, when it happened.

I honestly don't remember if it was his idea or mine, it was probably mine, looking back on it. All I know is that while he was peeing, somehow my finger ended up in the pale yellow stream and I held it there, letting him pee on it. When it was all over, I was so embarrassed about what I had done and I was whispering, " Please don't tell " and he promised that he wouldn't.

I haven't the slightest idea, who I was worrying about him telling, anyone I guess.

The next time we ended up out there peeing, he took ahold of my hand and pulled it over and peed on it, watching me, the whole time he was doing it, like he was getting something out of it too. I guess that he was trying to show me that it was alright for me to feel his pee or whatever. All I know is that it worked because I figured that our " Little secret " was safe. So from then on, we were stopping there almost everyday on our way home from school. And to be honest, I began to look forward to it. I don't know if he did or not, we never talked about it.

I remember raising my finger to my mouth one time, touching it to my tongue and he made the weirdest noise, as he watched me do it. Like he couldn't believe it but then again he could. Since it was me doing it and not somebody else.

I remember that it was kinda salty, like the water at the beach and kinda oily, something that I never did figure out. Once again I made him promise, that he wouldn't tell and he did. So, once again I felt safe, about our little secret. I don't know why I had an " Urge " to taste it that day, I guess it really doesn't matter now, does it.

I guess that I should have known, that someting else was going to happen but I didn't because I was a boy and not attracted to boys. But watching the pale yellow pee coming from out of the end of his little dick did something to me and the next thing I knew, the next time we were out there and he had just finished peeing, I heard myself whimper and whisper, " Please don't tell " as I bent down and licked the wet pee, off of the end of it. And he let out a little moan " Ohhh " as he watced me do it. Neither of us knowing why, him just letting me do it because for some strange reason, I wanted too.

Now our " Little Secret " was even bigger and I worried more and more, about him telling. But he never did and for that he got me to give him a " Blowjob " even though neither of us knew what we were doing.

I was all of in the 4th grade, when the first boy, got me to suck on his little boner and try and give him a " Blowjob," even though both of us were to young to cum yet.

" Nooo, don't worry, he got more than one, that first one, was just the beginning.

anonymous readerReport

2012-10-17 09:02:53
love your pee stories, write more thanks

anonymous readerReport

2012-10-01 07:29:33
my buddy just gave me a very big load of pee, he very happy,so am i

anonymous readerReport

2012-01-25 12:49:40
two guys got me to love drinking pee


2008-02-02 20:35:46
I'm a firm believer, that we have no more choice over what we are drawn to sexually, than we have over what our taste buds like, when we sit down at the table. PEACE...MILKER

Since some of you may not like this story and what it's about, may I suggest that you click on my name, that's up next to the title of this story and perhaps you will find one that's more to your liking....Milker


2007-12-02 07:06:37
When I was very young I had a tree house and a next door neighbor male friend and we would pee off of the tree house at the same time. Sometimes we would get behind bushes and hold each others dicks while the other one peed and pretend we were firemen holding each others hoses. We also would wash our hand in each others streams - never tasted it though.

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