Jody, the Team, and the Navy
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 29

One night at one of Darren and Alex’s big parties, a couple of the guys started talking about golden showers.  It seems Doug had some experience with some of his Texas cowboy buddies and the conversation became quite lively.

“We had a whole keg for about a dozen good ole boys out at a line camp,” he explained.  “Most of us had ridden our horses out that morning and the foreman came out in a truck later bringing supplies.  It was food for 36 hours and this keg.  Well, it didn’t take long for us to get into that bunch of brew, let me tell you!”

“I’ll bet!” said Arnie, who had some experience with ranch hands, having grown up in Dodge City, Kansas. 

“Yep,” Doug (pictured) continued.  “This was the Panhandle in July.  Need I tell you it was hot as a mother-fucker and drier than the Mojave!?”

“That dry?” asked Vern with a smirk.

“Yep,” Doug nodded.  “We found the shady side of the line shack, shed our shirts, and broke open that keg, let me tell you!  Most of the guys had downed a cold one quicker than you could say ‘Longhorn’.”  Several guys laughed at that.

By this time, all the other conversations had stopped and we’d all gathered around our token cowboy to hear this tale.  I noticed Doug became very animated and his Texas speech-patterns became even more pronounced than usual.  He had a sparkle in his clear blue eyes that told me he was enjoying center stage tonight. 

“As the afternoon wore on, that ole thermometer kept creeping up until it was kissing the ass of 110-degrees.  Whew!  We was sucking down the brews just to try to survive Mother Nature’s oven!”

Kris laughed so hard he spit some beer out and then got choked.  But that didn’t slow down Doug, not a bit.

“A course, beer don’t stay in ya for long, ‘cause it’s just passing through, you know?”

The heavier beer drinkers in the group laughed a lot at that.  I was starting to wish we’d been filming this as it was developing into a great story-telling performance.

“I didn’t hear how it really started, but somehow Scruff and Sum got a bet on…”

“Wait!” Brandon hollered.  “Scruff and Sum?”

“Yep,” Doug said.  “That was their names.”

“Why?” asked Miguel.

“Way-ell,” Doug drawled, “Scruff had the ugliest red and gray beard you ever did see and it was just like scruff desert sage, so the foreman Mac called him that.  It stuck.”

“And Sum?” Alex asked amid the chittering sounds of the crowd.

Doug grinned.  “No matter what happened, he would always say ‘sum bitch’ so everybody just called him Sum.  His real name was Seymour.”

“I’d go by Sum, too,” Darren laughed.

“So,” I interjected, “what was their bet?”

“Who could drink the most beers without peeing,” Doug said in a dead-pan voice.

Everybody cracked up.  I’ll admit I’d never heard such a comical story before.

Doug held up a hand to settle the crowd.  When the laughter died down, the handsome cowpoke continued.  “Yep.  Whichever one had to pee first had to drink the other guy’s piss.”

“Fuck!” Scott said as he erupted in laughter.

“Oh my God!” Mike said.

“Madre de Diós!” Miguel swore.

The rest of us just laughed as a couple of guys said, “Eww!”

“How did they work the contest?” Arnie said very seriously.  I wondered why that mattered to him.

“Well,” Doug said, “they immediately drained their lilies, right in front of the gang.  Then we carefully gave each one a full cup of beer and they chugged it.  We gave ‘em another and they chugged it.  And so on.”

“Yeah?” Arnie said impatiently.

“After about four beers, they started wiggling and even dancing around to keep from peeing.  After the sixth beer, I think it was, Scruff wet his pants.”

Everyone guffawed.

“Then what?” Ted wanted to know.

“Well,” Doug paused for effect.

“Go on!” Lawrence ordered.

Doug chuckled.  “Well, Sum undid his belt buckle and pushed his jeans down to his boots.  A couple of guys took Scruff over and put him on his knees in front of Sum.”

The whole dozen guys were quiet as church mice, waiting to hear the rest of the story.  Doug paused and looked around at all of us.  When his eyes locked on Kris’, the lieutenant commander barked, “Spit it out, Ensign!”

This was an obvious breech of our rule to leave all ranks out of our activities, but no one in the room minded Kris exerting some control to keep the story moving.

Doug was surprised by this unexpected order from a senior officer.  He straightened up and nodded, “Yes, Sir!  Uhm, while the other cowpokes held Scruff in front of Sum, they pulled his head back by his ugly hair and held his nose so his mouth came open.  Sum pushed his boxers down, stepped forward so his cockhead was only about an inch from the open mouth, pointed it right at Scruff’s tonsils, and let ‘er rip!”

We all hooted with laughter.

“Damn!” Miguel said with a head-shake.

“Gross!” I mumbled.

“Wow!” Ted observed.

“I ain’t nev-uh seen such a massive stream of piss as ole Sum shot into Scruff that day.”

“Fuck!” Arnie said as a new round of laughter erupted.

“That piss shot out like water outa a fire hose, shit!”  Doug slapped his thigh and almost doubled over in laughter.

Jeff yelped and cried out, “God damn, I wish I’d seen that!”

“Amen!” added Scott.

When he caught his breath, Doug said, “Scruff closed his eyes real tight and in about a second his mouth filled up and the piss started running out the sides.”

I was laughing so hard tears ran down my cheeks.

“Jake pointed at Scruff and yelled out, ‘he ain’t drinkin’!’”

Lawrence said, “Hell, no!”

Doug laughed so hard he couldn’t continue.  Everyone was laughing but also waiting for the next hysterical detail.

“Then what?” prompted Alex.

Doug took a deep breath.  “Mac stepped up and told Sum to stop.  With some effort, he did.  Mac ordered Scruff to swallow.  Scruff glared at him, but he did.”

“Why would he?” Miguel asked.

“Wasn’t Mac his C.O.?” Darren said.

“Yep,” Doug nodded.  “Scruff kinda coughed a bit and then opened his mouth voluntarily.”

“Oh my God!” Ted exclaimed.

“He did!  So, Sum opened his flood gates again.  After that, poor Scruff must’ve swallowed four or five mouthsful of Sum’s piss before his gusher finally petered out.”

“Fuck!” Arnie exclaimed.

We all quietened down pretty quickly.  I was wondering what it would be like to drink piss and I think some of the other guys were, too.

“Is that it?” Vern asked.

Doug shook his head, which, of course, drew everyone’s attention once again.

“Tell us!” Kris ordered again.

“Yes, Sir!  Uhm, when it was all done, Scruff claimed the piss just tasted like beer and challenged all us ‘chicken-shit tenderfeet,’ as he called us, to give it a try.”  He paused and looked at us.

There was a moment of silence as everyone held his breath, waiting for the next line.

“Did you?” Ted asked impatiently.

“It was a while before anybody did, but finally Mac said, ‘I got a big load a piss for one of you no-good assholes.  Who wants it?’”

“You?” accused Vern.

Doug shook his head.  “Naw, it was little Grant, the rancher’s nephew.”

“Obviously a fag,” noted Arnie.

“How little?” Jeff wanted to know.

“He was right outa high school, same as me, eighteen, I reckon, but short and small, you know?”

“Jeez,” Darren muttered.

“Well,” Doug continued enthusiastically, “he jumps down in front of the foreman and opens his mouth.  Fuck!  What a sight!  I think Mac was nervous about peeing in the boss’ nephew’s mouth.  You know, a thing like that might not go over too good if word ever got back to the main house.”

“Did he?” Alex asked.

“First, he says to Grant, ‘Are you sure?’  Grant nods and Mac says, ‘This don’t get back to your uncle!’  Grant nods and says, ‘I promise.  Just give it to me!’  Well, that kinda surprised Mac and he stared at the kid for another minute.  Then all of a sudden, he opens his 501’s and hauls out his big gun, aims it, and fires!”

“Damn!” exclaimed Ted.

“Then the kid did the damnedest thing!”

“What?” demanded Kris, Scott, and Lawrence simultaneously.

“He’s swallowing as fast as he can and he leans up and puts Mac’s cock into his mouth!”

“Shit!” said Brandon.

“He did not!” cried Arnie.

“He did!  In front of God and ever-body,” Doug emphasized.  “By the time Grant let it out of his mouth, it was a couple a inches longer than when he first took it in.  The kid had a big smile on his face.  Mac looked shocked, but excited.  He shoved that big mother-fucker back into his jeans as quick-like as he could and turned away as he fastened his buttons.”

“I knew the kid had to be a fag!” Arnie said.  I was almost offended by the tone of his voice.

No one was laughing now, seemingly lost in private thoughts.  But Doug wasn’t yielding center stage yet.  “From then on, for the rest of the night, no one peed except in someone else’s throat.”

“Fuck!” exclaimed Ted.

“So, you did, too?” Vern asked.

Doug grinned sheepishly.  “Yep.  First six times I ever had a dick in my mouth,” he said quietly.

“Holy shit!” Lawrence said.

“Yeah.  That kid Grant spent the rest of the summer on his knees in front of one or the other of us.  He gave good head, too, for a beginner.  None of the cowpokes ever mistreated him.”

“They liked his blow jobs too much!” Darren observed.

Everybody laughed and agreed.

“Yep,” Doug said.  “He worked on the ranch for a couple of years and got real close to Mac, I heard.”

“What became of him?” I enquired. 

“I heard he moved to Los Angeles and became a surfer, but I never verified that.”

“So, Doug,” Ted said, “how does piss taste?”

“Like watery beer, but with a special tang, I guess.  Hell, I’d drink some more if one of you guys is willing to drink some of mine, too.”

“Sure,” Ted blurted out, then went crimson with embarrassment.

A general hush fell on the group as we all took note of the big shift from talking about something wild to planning to do it.  Several of the guys looked at each other and I swear I saw several familiar cocks twitch and plump up a bit.  That made my mind go from the “somewhat gross” perspective to the “hmm, this might be hot” thought.  I guess my body followed my mind as I felt my cock twitch and throb at the thought.

After a few moments, Alex said, “If you guys are serious about this, why don’t we grab another beer and move into the shower room?”

“Anyone who wants to,” Darren amended.

Several guys drank the last sip of their beers and turned back to the bar for another.  Slowly everyone got a fresh brew and meandered into the showers.  The shower room was designed to hold about six at a time so it was rather crowded when all twelve or thirteen of us had congregated in the tiled space. 

“How do we do this?” Ted asked Doug.  The rest of us just stood around expectantly.

“You want to give or receive first?”

“Um,” Ted thought for a moment, “receive.”

“Okay.  Just kneel on the floor and open up,” Doug said gently.  “I’ll do the rest.”

When Ted was on his knees a foot in front of Doug, the Texan stepped forward until the end of his slightly-swollen cock was about an inch from Ted’s front teeth.  Doug grasped his appendage as everyone held his breath.  Ted reminded me of a puppy dog as he looked up at Doug, showing a bit of intimidation mixed with excitement.  I noticed his Jewish dick was at full rigidity as he waited.

“You might want to close your eyes, Ted,” Doug suggested.

“Oh!” he responded and then his eyelids dropped over his dark eyes.

“Here it comes!” Doug warned Ted and we all watched breathless as a stream of clear liquid arced out of his piss slit right into the back of Ted’s mouth.  It seemed that Doug was controlling the flow so it wasn’t too much of a blast but, nevertheless, Ted’s mouth was full in about two seconds.  “Swallow or spit, Ted,” Doug suggested.

There was a second of hesitation and then Ted swallowed.  A collective gasp circled the crowd as we watched the working of Ted’s Adam’s apple.  Quickly, Ted had to swallow again and then again.  I think he swallowed five times before he managed all Doug’s volume.  When Doug’s flow dribbled off, he dropped down in front of Ted and planted a quick kiss on the drippy lips just as Ted opened his eyes.  Doug helped Ted stand up as spontaneous applause broke out.

“How was it, Ted?” Jeff asked.

For a moment Ted thought about his experience.  “Like warm beer half-strength.”

“You did really good,” Doug smiled at him.  “Ready to feed me?”

Ted looked startled.  I supposed he’d been so caught up in the act of drinking piss that he’d forgotten the other part of the deal.  “Uh, sure,” he muttered.

Doug dropped to the tile floor and opened his mouth.  When Ted stepped towards him, Doug took the head of the partially deflated cock between his lips.  Holding the cock there, he nodded up at Ted and winked.  Ted had some difficulty starting his flow, but eventually we could tell as Doug began to swallow as quickly as he could.  Ted groaned as he unloaded into Doug’s mouth, holding onto Doug’s shoulders to support himself.

When they were done, Doug stood, looked around at the group and smacked his lips.  Everyone laughed, releasing some type of tension from observing this unusual connection. 

“Drink up!” Doug said.  “I think most of you are secretly curious about it.  Now’s your perfect opportunity to see how it is.”

“Ted?” Brandon asked.  “Are you glad you did it?”

“Yeah.  I am,” Ted answered quietly, then, with more conviction, he said, “Absolutely!  I’d do it again.”

That seemed to encourage everyone.  Within seconds, both Arnie and Lawrence dropped to their knees and opened their mouths.  “Fill it up!” Arnie said.

Vern stepped up to Arnie while Jeff approached Lawrence.  Vern shoved his dick into Arnie’s mouth and let ‘er rip.  Arnie tried to swallow but was much too slow to capture the full flow, so a lot of urine ran down his cheeks and throat and onto the floor beneath him.  Jeff did not put his dick into Lawrence’s mouth, but the redhead grabbed Jeff’s ass and pulled him forward, taking the dick just before Jeff started peeing.

Miguel (pictured) tapped my shoulder.  When I looked at him, he said, “How ‘bout it, babe?”  He waved a semi-erect pecker at me.  I thought, Doug is right; there will never be a better chance to try this.  I nodded and Miguel’s beautiful brown lips parted into a big smile.  He pulled me around until we were facing, then pushed me down to my knees.  Always before, when a guy pushed me down to my knees before him, I knew he was expecting a blow job and I always gave him what he wanted.  This time, it was clear Miguel didn’t want a blow job.  I opened my mouth, winked at him, and then closed my eyes.  In a second, I felt the smoothness of Miguel’s pinga tap against my bottom lip and, before I could even react, my mouth was flooded with hot liquid that tasted just like beer that had been watered down a lot.  In addition to the beer flavor, there was just a hint of spice, a pungent flavor that was unique but not unpleasant.  Like Arnie and Lawrence before me, I started swallowing continuously because my mouth would refill in the time it took to swallow the previous mouthful.  Just when I was getting fatigued from trying to swallow so quickly, the flow into my mouth ceased.  I swallowed once more and licked the cockhead that was barely inserted into my mouth.  Miguel’s fingers interlocked behind my head and he held me still.  Slowly his cock pushed further into my mouth until it was all the way inside.  I could feel it stiffening, the end working its way past my uvula and into my throat.  He moaned and began fucking my face.

Meanwhile several other guys took a bladder-load into their mouths, causing a lot of moaning, noisy swallowing, and slurping.  After I took Miguel’s other load into my stomach, I fed my piss to a begging Brandon, which surprised me.  This frantic indiscriminate coupling continued for about twenty minutes until every bladder in the room had been emptied into a friend’s stomach. 

We kept drinking for the next couple of hours, recycling the beer-piss while continually adding new beer to the volume.  After a while, most of us were drinking so much beer and beer-piss that we were voiding our bladders every fifteen minutes or so.  Every once in a while, someone would also get a BJ.  Once I took a load of piss from Brandon, then moved right into a blow job.  When he came, I continued licking his prick and he surprised me by peeing down my throat again.  I was really surprised when he got hard in my mouth once more.  After his second BJ, I forcibly pushed him off me because my bladder was screaming for attention. 

Brandon pulled me to my feet, smiled into my eyes, and said, “That was awesome, babe!”  Then he kissed me passionately before dropping to his knees and taking my cock into his mouth.  I peed and peed and peed until there was no more I could give.

I lost track of who pissed in whose mouth but did note that everyone seemed really into the whole strange scene.  When we finally tired of this activity, the showerheads were turned on and everyone bathed everyone else until we were all sparkly clean and the piss-spillage had been washed into the drains.

It took several pisses from each guy to clear out the accumulation of piss and beer we were all carrying that evening.  When I thought about it later, I couldn’t really see a lot of difference in taking a guy’s semen or his piss (especially when he’s been drinking a lot over a short time).  This was also the only time I recall attending one of the group functions and not being fucked at all.

We never approached this level of dedication to pissing in each other’s mouths again, but, after that, golden showers became a common occurrence in our parties and cruises. 

To be continued...

Posted: 05/14/2021