Part 153

Jason was still trying to force the last of my boy juice down his throat when my boner slipped outa his mouth.

"There ya go, dude, lots of fresh protein for your body building workouts. Do those muscle mags ever mention cum as a dietary supplement?"

"No," Jason grinned, "but maybe they should."

"So how do you feel?"

"Kinda weird… but also kinda cool. If I hadn't met you, I could've gone my whole damn life without tasting cock."

"Or being blown."

"Do all your friends do this kinda stuff?"

"Most. Plus other stuff."

"Like? Oh… yeah… dumb question. But I'm not ready for that, yet. No way."

"That's cool. Just do whatever comes naturally, bro."

"Yeah, right… with a heavy dose of coaxing from you!"

"Take a good look at my dick. I mean a good, long look." I was still standing in front of Jason, who was seated on the bench.

"OK, so I'm looking. What am I supposed to be seeing?"

"You tell him, Paul."

"The shape, dude. Check the shape. Don't you think Daniel's meat is the dope?"

Jason studied my soft five inches for a few moments before answering. "I've never thought about dicks being anything special before. Y'know… a dick is a dick… but I can see what you mean. Yeah, it is kinda… well… interesting. Is that the way you look at mine?"

"Yep," I smiled. "Yours rocks, man. So does the rest of you. You've got a totally wicked bod, Jason. Right, Paul?"

"Almost as wicked as yours."

"Paul's just being diplomatic. Hey, you wanna see something totally rad?"

"Jeez! You're kidding, right? You mean I haven't already?"

"This'll blow your socks off, dude. Hey, Paul, you ready? I gotta take a piss."

"Where do you want me to go? In the pool?"

"Nope. Just stay where you are, man." I climbed onto the timber table, stood, and aimed my semi at Paul's face.

"I don't believe this," Jason mumbled.

"Just watch," I said as I let my torrent of piss free. The strong jet of yellow flew through the air, then disappeared between Paul's lips. Soon after, it bubbled outa his mouth, and formed a small waterfall, which tumbled off his chin, then ran down the groove between his tanned pecs. As the pressure began to dwindle, I had to resort to squirting the last of my jets so that they'd reach my bud's face. Finally, I shook off the last drops.

"Pretty rad, huh?" I grinned as I jumped off the table.

"Is he gonna do that to you?"

"Nope. Not my scene. But he likes it."

"But… how could?… I mean… fucking hell!"

"You've got a lot to learn, man."

"But… pissing on your bud? That's like putting him down. How could you respect a guy after… after… that? Totally fucking gross!"

"I only piss on guys I respect," I cracked.

"Don't gimme that bullshit, Daniel. You just pissed all over your bud. How the fuck can you respect him now?"

"It's like the diff between fucking somebody and raping somebody," Paul argued. "Same action, different attitude. Anyway, you feel like a piss?"

"Me? On you? No fucking way!"

"Why not?"

"Hey, Paul, I don't know you all that well, man, but there's no way I'd piss on you. No fucking way! And don't get any fucking ideas about pissing on me, either. You guys are totally weird!"

"Compared to who?" I asked.

"Compared to everybody! Anyway, I've gotta split. Gran will be freaking."

"I don't blame her. It's a big, bad world out there, dude. You need protection."

"Don't shit me, Daniel. I figured the blowing thing was cool... maybe... but then you piss on Paul. What fucking next?"

"You wanna hang around and find out?"

"I'm outa here."

Within a minute, Jason had dressed and fled. He was so damn mad, I didn't even bother to see him to the front door… but I heard it slam shut. Then I got the hose, and hosed the barbecue area, and the furniture, to wash my piss away. Meantime, Paul had hit the pool.

"I think you've been crossed off Jason's Christmas card list," Paul grinned as I surfaced, and flicked the water from my face.

"He'll chill."

"I don't think so. He was pretty damn mad."

"What the fuck for? 'Cause I pissed on you?"

"I guess he's led a sheltered life."

"That's his fucking prob."

"You don't like him any more?"

"He's a fucking dork."

"You don't really mean that, Daniel. You can't dig a guy one minute, and hate him the next."

"Says who?" I dove, and swam a few yards underwater before surfacing again. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Maybe I went too far, dammit. But, fuck, I can't make what happened disappear."

"Do you wanna?"

"Good question, dude. I figured after the blowjobs that he'd be cool about the pissing. You think he'll tell other dudes at school about it?"

"Would that freak you?"

"Maybe he was right. Maybe we are weird."

That night in bed, Paul was in one of his nibbling and hugging moods. For hours, his hands, tongue and lips explored every inch of my bod as I laid there, passively. It was totally cool, but my thoughts were mostly elsewhere, wondering what the fuck was going through Jason's mind. There was no way I could ask Jason, but I could always ask Pop. Maybe he would have the answers.

"You're not naked," Pop commented after asking me if I wanted a beer. Typically, he was clad in a towel, and bare footed, while I was wearing my baggies. I'd been working in his garden for a couple of hours, and was placing all the cuttings and leaf matter into his compost bin.

"Should I be?"

"No. Something bothering you?"

"Should there be?"

"Not unless you're human."

"Thanks for the offer. I'll take a raincheck on the beer."

"No prob. I'll be at the computer if you need to talk."

Pop disappeared back into the house as I sat on the stone wall surrounding a clump of flowering shrubs. Not unless I'm human? What did he mean by that? That I was normal? How the fuck could I be normal?

"Am I interrupting something?" I asked after entering the comp room, and seeing Pop tapping away at the keyboard.

"Yep."

"OK, I'll come back later."

"Now is fine." He turned away from the comp, and faced me. "What's the prob?"

"It's kinda complicated, but I guess I just wanna know if I'm kinda weird or not."

"Weird? Let's check the dictionary to see what 'weird' actually means." Pop grabbed a large book, then flicked through the pages. "Ah! Weird: Suggestive of or concerned with the supernatural. Does that sound like you?"

"Nope."

"Unearthly; eerie; uncanny. Does that sound like you?"

"Nope."

"How about: 'of an odd and inexplicable character, unusual, bizarre, fantastic'?"

"I guess 'odd' is kinda what I'm talking about."

"Let's check another word… 'unique'. Here it is: Being the only one of its kind; solitary; sole. Being without an equal or equivalent; unparalleled. Outstanding; remarkable. Does that sound like you?"

"Jeez, Pop," I laughed. "What the fuck are you trying to do?"

"Let's go to the kitchen and have a beer. You've earned it."

Pop sat at the kitchen table while I grabbed two beers from the fridge, and popped the ring-pulls. "So what's all this dictionary shit," I asked as I sat opposite the mop of white hair, and handed the old guy a can, which began to froth at the opening.

"First of all, tell me what's bothering you."

"You remember when I pissed in your kitchen sink?"

"Vaguely," he chuckled.

"Yeah, well last night I pissed on my bud Paul, and Jason was watching. He's the dude I blew the other night, and he blew me and Paul yesterday after I blew him."

"You have an extraordinarily busy social life, Daniel."

"Seriously, Pop. Jason freaked when I pissed on Paul. He said I was a weirdo. He said that I had no respect for Paul. So then he got mad and split."

"Jason?"

"Yeah."

"And how did Paul react?"

"Hey, he was cool. Paul digs my piss."

"Do you respect Paul?"

"Sure I do! He's my bro. The only reason I piss on him is 'cause he likes it."

"So, before Jason freaked, you weren't worried about pissing on Paul?"

"I thought Jason would think it was rad. Everything was fine 'til then."

"So now you think Jason might be right… that you're weird?"

"Yeah."

"Am I weird?"

I cracked right up when Pop asked that question right outa the fucking blue. "Yeah, I think you're weird," I laughed. "But kinda cool weird."

"But if you didn't think that I was 'kinda cool weird', should that bother me?"

"I guess not."

"Why not?"

"'Cause you're happy to be who you are… yeah, OK, I understand what you're saying, Pop."

"Human nature is riddled with contradictions, Daniel. Most people like to think of themselves as unique, but, at the same time, they desperately want to fit into accepted patterns of behaviour. They need peer approval. Yet they also want to be seen as individuals. Do you see the paradox?"

"You're saying that I should ignore Jason's shit?"

"You have two choices, Daniel. You can allow yourself to be moulded by others, or you can be yourself. Which would you prefer?"

"Tell me something. Do you think it's weird that I piss on Paul?"

"The word 'weird' has all kinds of meanings. But to answer your question, no, I don't think it's… well, I don't think it's harmful to either of you. If Paul enjoys it, and you're doing it 'cause you like to please him, what's the biggie?"

"I guess there isn't one."

"Daniel, let me tell you something. Being yourself can take quite a lot of courage. It can mean that you don't quite fit the mould that others have designed for you, or the expectations they have of you. I believe that if you allow yourself to be compromised by all the pressures that surround you as a person, from family, friends, associates, whoever, then you will only reach part of your potential. Perhaps a very small part. The most often used phrase I hear from people my age is, "if only". Do you want to reach that age and wish you'd done things differently?"

"Nope."

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