Piss

I can’t go onto that field without at least trying to pee. I make my way round to the back of the locker rooms, bypassing the showers and ending up at a line of three urinals, without dividers, two stalls (that have been out of order for weeks) and three sinks. I make my way over to the middle urinal since I’m the only one in here. Pulling out my cock and freeing it from its fabric prison feels like heaven, it’s still quite hard, having not gone down thanks to Bradley and Dylan. I stand there for what feels like hours, hoping that I’ll be able to get a stream or even a drop to come out, but my mind keeps going back to the day I’ve had. The number of guys that have hit on me today and yet I still have a serious case of blue balls. There’s nothing I can do to stop myself from starting to rub my dick, I just have to cum once, and then I’ll be able to go to get this practice over and done with. I let my head roll back onto my shoulders, closing my eyes and letting my hand take me to the place I’ve wanted to be since I woke up. I’m getting close, I can feel it, building inside of me, I’m finally going to have the release I’ve been **** for.

“I know your pain man” my eyes shoot open, and I look to the left of me where the voice as come from. “You need to pee, but you can’t get your dick to cooperate.” It’s Quentin, he’s the type of guy you would have expected to go to a more well-established institution rather than this one. Rumour has it he got offers from Oxford and Cambridge but turned them both down for this place. If it’s true, then he’s crazy. We haven’t talked much since he joined the team, here and there we give each other congratulations or if we’re at a party and we’re drunk we may exchange a few words. However, I have never stood at a urinal masturbating with him stood beside me.

“How long have you been standing there?” I ask him, partially covering up my hard dick, that’s still sending pulses of heat through me as it begs me to finish what I started.

“Long enough” he pulls down his football shorts, exposing a well-trimmed blonde bush and takes his flaccid penis in his hand. “Nothing quite like peeing after you’ve cum, two different types of relief mixed. Have you ever done it before?”

“No, I haven’t” I admit. I’d never really consider that you could mix the two, that both types of release could form something I had never felt before.

“Well, you should fix that should you” he takes a hold of my hand and gets me to start pumping at my own dick again. “You obviously need the relief, why should I stop you?” As his hand guides my own up and down my dick, he leans in a kiss me gently on my neck. His tiny pecks sending shockwaves through my body, adding more fuel to the inferno that’s built up inside of me. He lets go of my dick, and focus purely on my neck, kissing and sucking on it more harshly than he was doing before. I’m getting a lot closer now. Fuck this is what I’ve needed.

A single “fuck” escapes my lips as I start to explode before he places his lips on mine. He mashes them together, no pretence of there being anything but lust between us. My orgasm finally subsides, and I’m able to open my eyes. Quentin pulls away from me and I glance down at the urinal in front of me, I’ve managed to coat with about nine shots of cum. Before long I feel my bladder release and a powerful golden stream explodes from me as well. Quentin was right, with my orgasm having barely just passed, the relief I now feel from my bladder is mixing with the remain ebbs and flows of pleasure that I had felt only moments again. I keep my eyes firmly placed on my dick, and soon enough there’s a clearer but just as powerful stream mixing with mine. Quentin has his semi hard dick pointed at my urinal, allowing our piss to mix together as it goes down the drain. It’s not something I had ever thought of before, but seeing our streams become one awakens something inside of me. Soon enough we’re both finished peeing. He looks towards me again, smiling from ear to ear. He kisses me again quickly before leaving the toilets, with me following closely behind him.