San Francisco
Part 11

After putting the leftovers in the fridge, and cleaning up the kitchen, we grabbed another Carona Cerveza each and returned to the sun-drenched deck where I asked the guys if they'd ever had both their dicks in a guy's face at the same time before.

"Saw it on a porn vid once," Spencer casually admitted. "I've been hanging to do it ever since."

"You watch porn vids? You don't look the type."

"Oh? What type do I look? The type who watches Saturday morning cartoons on TV?"

"Nope."

"Well, I do. MM comes around on Saturday mornings and we watch the cartoons. Bugsy watches them with us. So there ya go. From cartoons to porno... that's me."

"You're hard to figure out."

"Why? Because I go to college, play piano and don't cuss? Hey, Daniel, pianists and windsurfers do stuff too, y'know."

"Tell me about it," Willie laughed. "I gotta tellya, Daniel, Spencer's no slouch in bed... or outa bed for that matter. He's had me walking around like a sore rodeo rider more than once. By the way -- and you don't have to answer this if you don't wanna -- are you a virgin?"

"In what way? I haven't been with a girl if that's what you mean."

"That's not what I meant."

"I've fucked and been fucked. Hey, if you guys don't cuss, what do you call fucking? Penetration or something lamo like that?"

"What's wrong with making love?"

"Nothing... but that could mean sending each other poems or kissing or whatever. I prefer to tell it like it is, then no one gets confused. Anyway, so now you know... yeah, I'm not a virgin."

"You prefer to give or take?"

"Why? Is that gonna be my treat? What've you guys got planned, anyway?"

"A threesome."

"So like who's gonna do what?"

"We're gonna let you decide," Spencer intervened. "Willie and I had a talk in the bathroom and we figured you're kinda holding back. Y'know? Probably overawed a little... not too sure how you should conduct yourself. So we wanna know what you're really like... we wanna know how you behave with your buds."

"It's different with them. I know those guys. You guys might think I'm kinda... well... y'know, like weird or something."

"You wanna check out my collection of porn vids? I don't think you could be any weirder than those guys."

"Collection? You've got a collection? Awesome! Hey, you wanna know something? My buds and I made a couple of porn vids back home... not for sale or anything... just us kinda goofing off. It was wicked fun. You should see some of my buds, man. Totally hot. Better than any dudes you see in porn vids -- well, at least I think so."

"So what kinda stuff did you do in the vids?"

"Hey," I shrugged, "you name it, dude. Well, no S&M or any of that crap, but fucking and sucking and pissing... oh... uh..."

"What's the problem?"

"Nothing."

"You balked when you said pissing."

"Yeah, well, a couple of the guys are into it... but they're not weird or anything... they just kinda... well, y'know."

"You piss on your buds?"

"Only if they want me to. Hey! You gonna play the piano again?"

"Later. Does it turn you on? I mean when you piss on your buds?"

"It turns them on."

"And you?"

"Hey, if they dig it, it's cool with me. Y'know? Can we talk about something else?"

"I'm fascinated. So you do it to please them?"

"Yeah. One time, I climbed a tree. Paul -- he's my bud -- was maybe thirty feet below. So I hung on to a branch just above my head, and I let my piss go. It was totally fucking awesome! Wow! This long stream kinda arced through the air, then plummeted toward his face. He was kinda dancing around down there trying to catch it with his mouth," I cracked. "Looked so damn hilarious."

"Has Paul fucked you?"

"Heaps of times."

"Hmmm."

"Hmmm what?"

"Is Paul effeminate?"

"No way, dude. Neither is Dick. He likes me to piss on him, too. Actually, when they're together they fight over it," I giggled, then cracked up totally. "Can you imagine that? Guys fighting over who's gonna get drenched by my piss? Weird."

"I thought you said they weren't weird."

"They aren't. It's just that they fight over my piss, that's all." Then it occurred to me what I'd just said. "OK, I guess it does sound kinda weird. But you had to be there. I mean, if you knew those guys..."

"They must idolize you."

"They do... but I also idolize them."

"You idolize them and piss on them?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"But they don't piss on you?"

"Nope. Well, a couple of times... sorta like an experiment."

"And?"

"Didn't do much for me. But it depends. I mean, one time Kyle -- my Safrican bud -- was standing naked at the edge of the pool while I was in the water just below him. And I could tell by the look on his cheeky face that he was toying with the idea of pissing on me. His dick is near enough to six inches when it's soft. And for a second, I looked up at his awesome, tanned bod and all those fucking bulging muscles and his wicked, smiling face and... well... hey, just everything... I mean the dude is just so fucking awesome... and I was kinda tempted to stay there. But I dunno what happened. Maybe I was worried that he'd think I was a wuss or something, so I dove under the surface."

"And you wish you hadn't?"

"Not sure. Maybe. But Kyle is like totally cool, y'know... and he thinks I'm kinda like the man or something, so I didn't want him to think I was some kinda wuss."

"But you don't think Paul or Dick are wusses?"

"That's different. I piss on them... they don't piss on me. They treat me like a... well, they kinda look up to me. But they're not wusses. Hey, this is all too fucking confusing, man. I dunno how to explain all this stuff. It's whatever turns you on, y'know? Anyway, all this talk about piss is making me wanna go... I'm busting big time. Back in a sec."

"Daniel," Willie said as I was about to rise from my seat. "No need to go to the bathroom, man."

"Huh?"

"I'm curious."

"You want me to piss on you?"

"Are Paul and Dick still alive?"

"Yeah, but... hey, I don't really know you. And Spencer's looking."

"He'll get over it."

I turned to Spencer, hoping for some sign or whatever, but all I got was a shrug and a grin.

"Hey, listen, guys. How about I piss in the bathroom this time and you think about it. OK?"

"I've already thought about it," Willie smiled. "And there's something else you need to know. You are an eleven. I was only teasing you before."

"Really? An eleven? Whoa! You serious?"

"Absolutely, positively. Now, are you gonna piss on me or what?"

"So where do I aim?"

"Just do whatever you do to Paul and Dick."

"Jeez. I'm not so sure about this."

I stood, aimed my thick, five inches of semi at Willie's chest, held on for a while to give him a chance to change his mind, then let go. I just couldn't have waited another second. A sudden burst of piss shot outa my cock and splashed against Willie's chest, sending rivers of yellow scampering down his abs and running off the underside of his thighs. And as I watched my stream pounding the groove between his pecs, I noticed that his mouth was open. "Whatever you do to Paul and Dick?" OK. He seemed to be enjoying it, so I slowly raised my cock 'til the stream of piss was splashing against the base of his neck... then a little higher. When he opened his mouth, I got the message, and allowed the rest of my piss to jet between his lips. Within a second, a wide, golden waterfall was dribbling down his chin, making his awesome chest all shiny. Looked totally fucking hot, actually. Funk-eeee!

Then, as I was coming to the end of my run, Spencer stood. His cock was almost hard, so he must've been turned on by what he'd just witnessed. Woohoo! He aimed his big, cut knob at his bud and sent a thin but powerful stream of piss toward Willie's face, causing Willie to shut his eyes momentarily. Then Spencer began to flick his dick up and down, sending wave after wave of warm piss splashing all over his friend's glistening torso.

By that stage, I'd squirted my last few jets, shaken off the final few drops, and was content to watch the rest of Spencer's torrent drench his bud. Totally outasight!

"Well?" I asked Willie after Spencer had sat down and taken a swig of his beer.

"Hmmm. Different. Uh... I dunno. I'm still thinking about it. I think I prefer the taste of Corona, though," he laughed. "But it was kinda cool in a weird sorta way. I think I understand why Paul and Dick dig it." Then he turned his attention to Spencer. "So what the fuck were you doing? This was supposed to be an experiment between Daniel and me."

"Hey, chill, bro. I just saw what was going on and... well... y'know... I figured I'd join the party. Seemed like fun... and it was. Are you mad at me?"

"No," Willie laughed. "I guess I asked for it. But I wasn't expecting two, dammit! So tell me... it turned you on to see Daniel pissing on me?"

"Daniel turns me on, period. And Willie's right, Daniel. You are an eleven. We just didn't wanna give you a swelled head, that's all."

"You have now," I cracked. "But, hey, that's cool. You guys are elevens too, y'know. More than elevens 'cause you're smart. You can do all kinds of neato stuff that I can't do."

"Hey, guys," Willie announced as he rose to full height and puffed out his wet, shiny chest, "I gotta go take a shower. But I need a piss first."

"No way, man!" I freaked as I leapt from the bench and moved back a few paces. "No fucking way!"

"Chicken shit."

"Dry chicken shit."

"What's the matter with you? It's only piss."

"I gotta mow the lawn. I promised Spencer."

"OK. I'll get you later. I don't piss just once a day, y'know." 

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