One of the Boys Part 2 – Pissing Contest

Parts 2 and 3 were originally meant to be in one part, but I decided to split it up, as it was getting a bit too long, so I thought I’d break it up a little.

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It was only two weeks later that Jim found himself back at the Johnston’s with his brother on a Saturday afternoon.  Jim still didn’t really feel comfortable being here – after all, socially he didn’t really belong – but he was a little less reluctant than before, after what he had seen the last time he was here.  He had been thinking about those events on and off for the last fortnight, and about what it might have meant, but had come no closer to an understanding.  Although deep down he almost wished there was something more to it, for that would be exciting, he knew that in all likelihood it was nothing.  Still, curiosity was winning out – he wanted to see if anything else was going to happen, or if that was just a once-off stroke of luck.

At least this time Jim had come prepared; Andy had made it very clear that he was planning to stay the night this time, so Jim had cajoled his brother into buying him some beer in exchange for being forced to stay over as well.  And so, the two brothers stepped into the house, Jim with a six-pack under his arm, and Andy with much more.

Bear and Billy were in the lounge room, playing X-box, swearing and yahoo-ing as they played one of those first person shooters.  Andy went over and joined them, the three ignoring Jim, and Jim went to the back door and stepped outside to the pool area.

The party quieter than last time; there were noticeably less people this time, and only one or two groups of girls.  Jim wandered over to the pool house, noticed that his chair on the deck was empty again, and so took it.  Tommo, Paul and Pig were all in the same places as before.  Jim wasn’t really sure if they were on speaking terms yet, so gave them a half-hearted smile.  No-one spoke, Tommo practically ignored him, though Paul almost smiled back, before turning back to the main conversation.  Oh well, Jim thought.  He took out a beer, set his six-pack on the ground, and started quietly and slowly sipping away, soaking in the fading afternoon light.

As Jim observed the group, he noticed that they seemed to drinking less eagerly than last time.  Tommo and Pig, especially, seemed to be drinking at the same rate, slowly, finishing a beer and starting a fresh one at the same time.  Pig looked noticeably uncomfortable, sitting forward in the couch, his legs jiggling up and down almost nervously.  Jim wondered if Pig needed to go to the toilet.

His wonder was shortlived – moments later, Tommo and Pig finished another beer simultaneously, and slammed the empties on the table.  “That’s four,” Pig said loudly.  “Fuck, I need to piss!”  They all laughed loudly.  Jim didn’t really know why it was funny.

“One more,” Tommo said with a cheeky glare in Pig’s direction.  “The deal was five.”  They both opened up their next beer, and began chugging it down.  Pig especially seemed to be eager to finish this one.  Jim presumed that finishing five beers meant something, probably that they were allowed to go off and pee or something, which might explain why he wanted to finish it off quickly.  This must be some kind of drinking game, Jim thought, though I don’t know why he can’t just go and pee.  Seems ridiculous.  Everyone around seemed to be watching and waiting eagerly – well, the boys at least.  The girls continued their own mindless conversations without paying much attention.

Jim wondered if Tommo needed to pee as badly as Pig.  If so, he certainly wasn’t showing it as much.  Jim watched closely, though tried to make it look like he wasn’t staring.  A few minutes later, Tommo betrayed his first sign of needing to pee, by uncomfortably shifting in his seat, and grabbing his crotch a few times.  Jim had never much been into desperation, but for some reason, he found himself somewhat enjoying the sight of the two boys needing to pee, but deliberately holding it off.  In real life it seemed quite different than on the internet.  Much more…real.

A few minutes later, the boys finished their drinks.  “Whew!” Pig exlaimed loudly, jumping up from the chair, bouncing on his heels as he swung his arms around.  Looked like he really wanted to go.  Tommo gave his crotch another tug, then stood up as well.  Pig shifted his weight from foot to foot, seemingly having difficulty keeping still.

“Must be time!” Paul said, and the boys all around began cheering and laughing.  “Let’s go!”  Pig practically leapt down the stairs of the deck, and Tommo followed, but not without another quick grab of his crotch and a slight grimace.  They began heading off towards the back of the shed, where Jim had run into Pig last time, pissing on the wall.  The crowd followed, some of the girls included, and Jim got up and joined the crowd, as they circled the two boys, who stood facing the wall.

“You know what we’ve all been waiting for – pissing contest!” Paul shouted like some sort of ringmaster, and the gathered kids cheered and laughed some more.  “Highest pisser wins, loser pays 50 bucks.  You guys ready?”

“Yes, yes, fuck yes,” Pig answered immediately, still looking uncomfortable.  “Good to go,” Tommo added, giving a thumbs up with one hand, the other gripping his crotch.

“Alright then, line up,” Paul responded, and the boys faced the wall, spread their legs, and unzipped their flies.  Paul continued.  “On my count…3, 2, 1, piss!”

Pig and Tommo both began pissing almost instantaneously.  Dual streams of piss buzzed noisily against the tin wall of the shed.  Pig swayed his hips from side to side and laughed, his stream swinging wildly from left to right, dousing the shed in a wall of yellow piss.  Tommo began leaning back, aiming his stream higher and higher, and noticing this, Pig did the same.

For a while, Pig was well in the lead; he was taller than Tommo which probably helped.  Half the crowd cheered for Pig, the other half shouting for Tommo to catch up.  As Pig’s piss stream began to weaken, and lose height, Tommo’s stream suddenly surged forward, helped by a pelvic thrust, and his line of piss began to shoot up higher than where Pig’s had ended.  10 seconds later, they were both done, giant sprays staining the wall of the shed, and pools of stinking urine puddling around their feet.

Paul took a torch and shone it against the wall, observing the height of the piss stains.  “Ooh, it’s pretty close,” he winced with mock sincerity.  He paused, then continued, “the winner is…Tommo!”

Cheers and boos ensued, and much laughter.  Jim just watched and wondered how everyone seemed to think this was so normal.  None of Jim’s friends would ever think to do something as juvenile as this, and certainly not with so many people watching.  As always, the cool kids were a mystery to Jim.

The crowd returned to the pool house, and Pig celebrated his loss by downing a beer in front of everyone, to much excited shouting from the group, and the party continued.  Jim sat, watching, slowly working his way through his beer, still confused by this peculiar crowd.  Another event involving piss.  He was beginning to sense a common theme amongst these three boys.

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