Before he could finish his question, the golden drop at the tip of Tippy’s prick was joined by another and then another until a gushing stream of piss arched out from his cock, splashing onto Bucky’s defenseless body. It was quickly joined by two more sprays of piss as Jeff and Wes arched their hips forward and aped their self-appointed leader’s example.

Bucky rolled to his left, trying to avoid the triple fountain of stinking piss. Wes’ heel caught him in the right shoulder, knocking him back down on the mat with a force that knocked his breath away. His shoulders landed first and then his head snapped back. His mouth flew open as he grunted in surprise.

Gleefully Wes aimed his spurting fat dong at the stunned boy, spattering golden drops across his cheek, over his gaping lips and finally filling his mouth with the full force of the gushing flow from his bladder.

“Jackpot!” Wes whooped. “Right on target! Look at that! The little fucker’s drinkin’ my piss!”

Wes was enjoying himself too much to notice the dark scowl of displeasure that appeared on Tippy’s face but Jeff saw it. At that same instant, Bucky reacted to the acrid taste and the harsh smell of the urine that was filling his mouth. The first drops he swallowed to avoid choking revived him, cutting through the dazed state caused by his head hitting the mat. His throat convulsed reflexively. The muscles of his midsection stood out in hard relief as he coughed, spewing out the contents of his mouth, spraying piss in all directions. Wes jumped back to avoid getting his own piss spattered across his shins.

“Hey, you dumb motherfucker!” he yelped in chagrin.

Suddenly Tippy had taken his place and was holding Bucky flat against the mat with one foot placed on his throat. Bucky stopped struggling when he felt the pressure against his Adam’s apple. He stared up at the other boy waiting for what was coming next. Tippy had stopped pissing. His big cock hung above Bucky’s face, thick and heavy. Tippy flicked the ropy dick, grinning as his helpless captive blinked at the single drops of piss that fell upon his face.

Jeff had stopped pissing, too, uncertain as to what he should be doing. He didn’t want to be the cause of Tippy’s displeasure the way Wes inadvertently had been!

Wes still was unaware that he had done anything wrong. He wanted his place back.

“Hey, what the….?” he started to protest but he was stopped by a look from Tippy that could have cut off dicks at forty paces!

There was a long silence while the stocky blond tried to match Tippy’s dark glare. He was no match for the other boy. Finally his eyes shifted sideways and his feet shifted up and down as he tried hard to give the impression of not having uttered a word.

Satisfied, Tippy growled, “Why don’t you two finish cleanin’ up our buddy here, huh?”

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