Morning Gold (piss)

Movement in the bed jostles me awake. My heart skips a beat, I'm not used to literally sleeping with anyone. Moments later I recall that I crossed our dorm room and crawled into Ethan's bed in the middle of the night to suck him awake and then to full hardness and then made him fuck me back to sleep. Light through the window makes me squint - the movement is just Ethan grabbing a bottle of lube off the adjacent desk. He starts working the slippery ooze into my butthole with a finger. Once I'm all prepped he sets his head against my backdoor and eases in. His cock feels wonderful pushing into me as he stretches my tight, sleepy anus over his glans ridge and down all seven inches, one small movement at a time. As he bottoms out he stops moving and announces "Man, I need to piss something fierce."

That's when it hits me that he wants to empty his bladder into my colon, like we're some married couple. I shove him backward and yank my ass off his prick at the same time, slapping his dick roughly. "What am I, your mother?! If you need to piss, get out of bed and do it yourself!" It's unbelievable to me that he thinks we have that kind of intimate relationship just because we're automatic fuckbuddies by virtue of rooming together. Boys don't understand romance at all, I fume to myself. Has he never had a real relationship before?

Sheepishly, Ethan does get out of his bed, dick already softening from my harsh words. But instead of heading down the hall to the communal restroom area, he grabs my empty water bottle off my desk, sticks his cock into it and unleashes a raging stream of urine. His last drops bring the level quite close to the lip of the bottle - he really wasn't kidding about his need. After he's all emptied out he screws the cap back on, pops the drinking spout up and offers the bottle to me. "Ehhhh," I grunt from his bed, "I don't really care for pee much." Ethan makes a suit-yourself face betraying only a touch of disappointment.

I've watched my mother at home many times sit with a wine glass of my father's urine next to her on an end table while she's on the couch reading a book or watching a movie. When I told her recently that I had tried a boy's pee and didn't understand why anyone would drink it, she explained it to me. "It's just like wine, coffee, or beer - no one likes it at first. You have to expose yourself to it over and over, trying different flavors so you can develop an deeper appreciation of it beyond taste. It's ok if you never get there, though - I still don't like beer myself." She said the last with a laugh as she picked up her glass of dad's faint yellow piss and took a drink.

Seeing Ethan's face reminds me of my mom's advice to just keep trying it, one taste at a time. I blurt out "Well, I'd like to at least try yours, since you're right here all the time." Ethan grins and hands me the bottle as I sit up on the mattress indian style. Trying to clear my mind of negative preconceptions, I take a large pull of Ethan's urine through the spout. The flavor is overpowering and not at all like what I'd tried before. I immediately realize my mistake - it's morning piss, thick and bright yellow-orange, the golden color obscured by the dark-tinted bottle. Fuck, not even Mom drinks morning piss straight. Maybe in a cocktail, but never like this. I gag and **** myself to swallow instead of spit. Ethan takes the bottle away from me with a worried look as I cough several times, "That's OK, I'll dump it for you when I go brush my teeth." I stammer out a thank you as I roll my tongue around trying to clear my palate. When I look up again, Ethan's about to leave for the bathroom and at the sight of his now barely swollen cock swaying with his movements I realize that he's now already pissed and thus his trip to the bathroom can wait.

"Hold on," I call at his back, "I was really needing my morning fuck before you starting being dumb with my butt." Ethan turns to look at me. My hand is already in my exposed crotch, scooping out my natural lube and pushing it up onto my clit. "So would you mind drilling me real quick?" I ask him the way you'd ask someone to hold a ladder. The awkwardness dissipates. With a relieved smile, Ethan moves back onto the bed. He scoops more lube from my dripping gash and uses it to quickly jack his member back to full mast. Seeing that I have a few moments, I jump up and grab my vibrator from its charging station on my desk. I'm back in his bed just as he's reached a respectable level of firmness. With the vibrator all lined up, Ethan drops right into me and starts a jogging missionary pound that will do the trick nicely. Before I fully commit my mind to the activity between my thighs I notice that the last lingering flavor of piss in my mouth isn't completely terrible. I think about how I gagged in front of poor Ethan as he offered me his special drink, even if he was clueless about it. I'll have to pump Ethan full of water sometime and try another drink of him. It would be the polite thing to do, after all.