Urination Archive Caught Short on the Thameslink {Roberto Leets} (MB ws) {1!1}
It was the last train home. As it pulled into St Albans two boys got in- they'd been running and they sank into the seats near me. There were only the three of us on the train. As the train pulled out I snuck a look at the two lads- about 15, seriously good looking, all the gear- nice trainers, good-looking crotch. They had been to a party by the sound of it. "Aaah", said one, the fair haired smaller boy- "great party, but I need a piss- should have gone before we left!" He was looking up the train, and got up to go. But the toilet was out of use and locked! I had spotted this earlier and thought nothing of it- but now a little idea played on my mind, as I sat with the last dregs of my big lemonade bottle. "Shit, it's locked!" he said to his friend as he returned, involuntarily holding his crotch. The other boy was bigger, dark haired, and ravishingly good looking. "Fuck it!" he whispered.."I'll never make it to London either. I've been drinking for three hours and didn't piss all night!. They sat there and conversation dried up for a while as the train trundled slowly on; but it wasn't long before their bladders were troubling them again! "I'm fucking busting!!" moaned fair-hair, again looking around the carriage. He was holding his cock erotically through his jeans, and his friend was obviously feeling the effect of the lager reaching his bladder too. Fair-hair got up obviously in pain and I decided to seize my chance. "Needing a piss, lads?" I asked. "It's a bummer about the toilet isn't it?" "Aaah, we're busting!" Agreed dark-hair. I can't hold on much longer and were still ages from London. I think we'll just have to go in the carriage otherwise I'm going to explode," he moaned. "Look, don't do that lads" I said. "Here, use this, I've had enough lemonade" and I offered them the big 2 litre bottle.
They looked at each other but they were so desperate that they didn't have to be asked twice. "Sure? Oh cheers mate, what a relief! Fair-hair said, grabbing it before dark-hair could get it. He was so desperate, and probably uninhibited from the drink, that he ripped down his zipper there and then, to reveal a rampant teenage penis which sprung out of his jeans poised to empty itself. He guided the head to the mouth of the bottle and let rip into the lemonade without further ado. His piss fizzed into the bottle the heat steaming the sides, and he closed his eyes in ecstasy. "Aaaaah!! Bliss!!" he cried as the bottle filled rapidly. His mate was hopping around, starting to worry about the remaining space in the bottle, even though it was a full 2 litres! "Oy Andy save space for me, I've got at least a litre of piss to get out!", he cried as he too pulled down his zipper to reveal his swollen knob. I gorped at the two lads' cocks, trying to control my raging stiffy, as Andy's piss stream weakened and he relaxed visibly. "Ah fuck that feels so good!" he purred, as he released the bottle and dark hair took the now heavy bottle and moved the mouth across to his purple glans which was pulsing erotically. He was sober enough to get the bottle properly into place before he let go a sizzling jet of hot urine to join Andy's piss in the bottle. Cries of relief were interspersed with Andy's commentary on the state of play.. "Filling up...almost overflowing Jason.." Jason was unconcerned as something like an orgasm overtook him. These two lads had all but filled a 2 litre bottle with their urine!- no wonder they were in agony! And I was impatient to taste the juice of these two sexy boys whilst it was still hot. Jason's stream of piss at last dried up and he lowered the bottle carefully for it was now very full and quite heavy. "Thanks a million mate, you've saved us! That felt so good!" "Yeah Andy chimed in. "I've never needed to piss that desperately!" "Well, I think you ought to get in the Guinness book of records for the amount you've got out lads!" I replied . "Here I'll take the bottle, I've got the cap and I'll get rid of it I'm getting out here!" . The train pulled into Finsbury Park, and saying farewell to the two teenagers and clutching the warm bottle full of their bladder juice I got off. I found a quiet spot in a corner and sat down, unscrewing the cap impatiently. The heat radiating from the bottle was wonderful! I locked my mouth over the bottle and tipped it up. Ecstasy! Hot steamy urine, sweet and weak, gurgled down my throat! I thought of Jason's huge red knob and the stream of nectar pouring out of it as I guzzled the sweet hot drink. In no time I was creaming all over my pants but I had made little impression on the level of warm pee in the bottle....