My name is TREVOR. When I was very young I learned to enjoy drinking pee. When I was 7 years old, and the very definition of a precocious and impetuous boy, my mom would on occasion walk with me about a block down the street to her friends house in the afternoon. They would sit inside and have brunch and catch up on gossip while playing cards and planning everything from vacations to church events. One memory I have of going to this woman’s house was the day she gave my mom a home perm. Now I realize there’s no shortage of things to say about home perms but that isn’t the point of what I am sharing with you. So I won’t sidetrack. I do recall however that we were there for what seemed like an eternity that day. While visiting, I occupied myself by playing outside in the yard on the swing set and in the garage where there were a few toys lying around. On this particular day I also remember spending time with her two sons, one age 11 and the other 12, which I didn’t often do. Usually they spent summertime at their father’s house since their parent’s divorce and up to this point I had rarely even seen them. Today however I was glad to have some company and I followed them around as they showed me some of their sports paraphernalia and electronics, and such. We went from their bedroom, to the family den, to the basement, and eventually we found ourselves in the storage shed which sat at the far back corner of their yard. Not knowing my way around and also not paying very close attention to what I was doing, I accidentally tripped on a gasoline can that was sitting on the floor, knocking it over, and causing the contents to spill out and wash over a rather sizable area. Admittedly I was embarrassed and suddenly felt like the annoying little kid causing trouble for everyone and I was a little worried they would get mad at me so I wasted no time apologizing as best I could in my very own little boy way. It was at that point that the two older boys looked mischievously at each other, stepped aside to whisper something in private, then decided they should have a little fun at my expense. They approached me intimidatingly and began the artful process of overdramatizing the hazards of my spilling so much petrol in the shed. They told me how their dad will be upset because his lawn mower fuel was wasted. They also mentioned that he’ll be angry that I was even in his shed at all because no one is allowed there in the first place. At their most sinister, they informed me that because of the fuel spill, if their father is out there working sometime and he lights a cigarette to have a smoke, that the place might go up in flames destroying the shed and killing him in the process. They were clever but cruel. I was panicked. I kept asking them what I should do. I didn’t want to get in trouble and I felt bad about it happening because it was an accident. They warned me that they had no choice but to tell my mother and as I begged them intensely not to, I thought I might cry. And then…that’s when it happened. That’s when the game began. I remember Jason looking at me and saying “Well, what are you gonna do for us?” I didn’t know what he meant. Then in the pretense of negotiation he said “If you’ll do something for me and my brother we promise not to tell on you.” I of course being a child who always liked to please, coupled with the fact that I was trying to save my own skin from what was sure to be a severe punishment, agreed to do whatever they wanted. That’s when he said “Come over here.” So, with slight trepidation I stepped forward. He then said “No, closer” So, I walked right up to him. “I wanna show you something” He remarked in a sly way. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his p****. His brother Kevin giggled. I stared at it for a minute, both shocked and inappropriately delighted, then I looked up at his face again. I was intrigued and confused. His brother Kevin abruptly blurted out “I think he likes looking at your wiener.” And Jason basically repeated him by saying “Do you like looking at my wiener, kid?” Then i fixed my gaze again on his d*** which was erect and right in front of me. Then he made the comment “I have to pee. Really bad. I don’t have time to go inside. So I need to pee into something RIGHT NOW.” I listened intently as he continued on. “And we can’t risk spilling anything else on the floor in here so Trevor, I need you to drink it for me.” Then he snickered under his breath. My head was swimming and my heart was racing and my eyes were transfixed on and fascinated by his c***. I stood there speechless not really comprehending what was transpiring and what was about to unfold. I suddenly snapped out of my visual lock on Jason when I heard Kevin say rather sternly “Hey kid. Go get that cup over there on the work bench and give it to my brother” So I did and I handed it to him. He placed it near his mid section then took his d*** in hand and pointed it into the cup. I watched intently every move he made and was hopelessly enthralled. I sort of thought it was a big deal to be getting what seemed like grown up attention of a s***** nature from them. I had become so caught up in the moment that I had already allowed myself to forget what I was supposed to do for him after he filled the cup. It took him a couple of minutes to initiate a steady flow because he was so hard. Then finally it happened. It began as a trickle. Then it spurt out into a steady rush and I stared as a stream of amber liquid began to cascade from the piss hole at the tip of his d*** head and into the tightly held 10 ounce reservoir. He had absolutely no trouble filling this container nearly to the top and it sprayed into the cup with such force that it created bubbles. When he was finally finished draining his d*** he then said “Hold this for a minute kid” and I took the clear plastic tumbler of his mellow yellow into my hands while he tucked his p**** away and zipped his pants back up. The cup was warm from the fluid that had just left his body. It was a semi-dark golden color and it had a smell that was like a mix of body sweat, ammonia, and salt. “He then looked at me disappointingly as though I was taking much too long in doing what was expected of me and he demanded “You better drink that, and I mean all of it, or we tell on you. Don’t spill any either. You have to swallow every drop and we’re gonna sit here and watch you while you do it. But don’t worry kid. there’s nothing to be afraid of. This is gonna be so awesome and I bet you’ll even like it.” I hesitated for a moment. I peered into the cup to look at his bodily beverage. I took a whiff of it and its aroma wafted aggressively up into my nose. Kevin let out a motivating cheer of sorts saying “Just do it. Just do it” Then, I’m not sure what came over me, but I placed the cup to my lips, opened my mouth slightly, and I began to feel my mouth flood with his brackish piss. I took my first gulp and swallowed as every one of my testbeds became acutely awakened and aroused by the sharp tangy flavor. It took me a measurable period of time to drink it all and even now I’m not sure if it was because I was tentative about it and not wanting to or tantalized by it and enjoying every drink. What I do know for sure is that was the beginning of would morph into a life long love of naturally made, straight from the s** spigot, bladder beer and the initiation of many such trysts with those boys that inevitably increased and escalated to other fun filled activities like sucking them off and licking their asses over the course of that summer. But before that day’s visit was over, most important was that I had acquired my first taste of a c***’s cocktail. After finishing Jason’s wee-wee water, I also downed a cup of Kevin’s warm youthful urine and to my pleasant surprise the distinct acidic taste of both boys lingered on my tongue and on my breath for most of the afternoon. And thankfully instead of constant worry over spilling lawn mower fuel, and wasting it, I wore a smile all the way home for drinking piss from a p**** and thoroughly enjoying tasting it. Thanks guys for serving up the fun times on tap, and also for not telling my mom.