My best bro Stern

[BadBoy21 687]

This is a fictional story, well with some elements drawn from personal experience from my friend Justin, but overall, yeah...fiction.  I hope you enjoy it.  Please let me know if you do.

My buddy Stern, what can I say.  Stern, he is a man's man.  Such a tired expression, I know, but honestly words fail to come to mind to fully describe the depth and breadth of this man.  The most beautiful man I have ever known.  I love him.  Every part of his being, is pure glory.  We're both gay, and we have fooled around a couple times.  By fooled around, I mean he has fucked my brains out, big dick too, gotta be at least 7 and a half, if not more.  Is there a correlation between large dicks and aggressive behavior, I wonder sometimes. But he never wanted to commit to dating me.  He likes me enough, and we are best bros, hanging out a lot but he flat out said to me, he really just wants to fuck other guys.  Well, guys and girls.  So why did I describe him as gay, you might ask?  Self-admittedly it seems counter intuitive, but since watching him and hearing him describe his exploits, he just comes off as horny.  He relishes in the details of the guys he fucks and just lists that of the girls, clearly he prefers one over the other.  He's just real horny, constantly and endlessly. I don't keep track, per se, but if I were to guess, I would say hundreds of men and women: single ones, married men, married women, long time boyfriends, any combination and any way.  And for what its worth, I asked him for clarity and he says hes gay. He likes guys more but is not opposed to fucking girls.  He says he likes the look they give him when they try flirting and it gets him instantly hard. 

An enigma yes, but at the very least I can start with his physical traits.  He is the tallest friend I have ever had, one of the tallest guys I have seen, 6'4". He's a gym rat, as much time as I spend reading Tolstoy and Dostoevsky, he spends at the gym.  Light brown hair, blue eyes, jaw line beard, and big beautiful feet, size 14.  Why would I notice that?  Well...I'm sure you can piece it together.  Cool thing about Stern is that he has caught me sniffing his sneakers before.  He completely understands.  Which struck me as curious.  What is there to completely understand, I used to wonder.  One drunken evening he explains it to me that of course I can't help being turned on by his feet, or his body odor, or anything about him, that its just nature.  God, the arrogance both irritates and excites me to no ends.  Of course I would drool over the likes of him, it would be strange if I didn't. And often times he just expects me to lick his chest or sniff his pits or give him a foot massage, which I do.  Who am I kidding here. He of course shares the other commonalities of hyper masculine men, walks around in his underwear, or completely nude.  He stays over lots of times, has no problem just sitting next to me on the couch naked, legs spread wide open.  He knows no boundaries in public either: between the belching, ball scratching, and leg-lifting farts that he will just let loose anywhere, and I do mean anywhere. 

But the icing on the cake is his pissing.  One fetish we both have in common is pissing.  We are both public pissers.  I have had my fair share of adventures: parking lots, stairwells, sidewalks, what have you.  Stern was a whole other level.  He delivers packages for UPS and it allows him to piss in hundreds of places.  I don't just mean doorsteps or sides of the house, I mean he will find empty driveways with open windows and will break in, just to piss inside. Even when somebody is home, he just pisses on their porch.  Lots of times, he leaves the package at the door and then just soaks it in piss.  He loves pissing in cars, he will check cars to see if the window is down so he can piss inside.  One time he started pissing in one and didn't realize there was a guy sitting in the back seat, too shy or shocked to say anything.  But that didn't stop him of course.  He pisses in the soda fountains while he fills up his drink at fast food restaurants.  At night on our way back from the bar, he will pull over and pick some random house with a mail slot on the front door, walks right up to it and sticks his dick inside and just lets it go. Elevators, store aisles, sidewalks, sides of buildings, buses, absolutely anywhere.  Furthermore, every single sexual conquest, he feels its his duty to piss in their place.  We laugh together about some of the girls who scream and force him to leave when he pisses on their couch or inside their closet.  Bro is an animal and no greater a meaning or more properly used is the phrase that "he doesn't give a fuck!"  

Yes, yes so you get the point by now, and clearly I am infatuated with him. And though we are bros, he clearly perceives himself as the alpha between us, as well as with the rest of our friend circle, and as time went on, he had no qualms with openly pissing inside my place either.  It's one thing when its just us together but he even when other people are here too, he doesn't care the slightest. Our other friends could be over and he will just piss in the corner like its nothing.  Last month my brother was over and Stern comes in while we are sitting at the table, introduces himself to my brother and proceeds to piss in my kitchen, still carrying on a conversation with my brother, who was too shocked to even react to it, to that splashing sound of a waterfall of piss on linoleum floor.  These days, my house always smells like a urinal.  That ammonia smell, I go to sleep to it, I wake up to it, its probably causing me long term medical issues that I am not aware of.  But he loves it, every time I clean it, he just remarks it all over again, chatting with me all the while like its no big deal.  Its this brazen attitude and demeanor that compels me to worship this man, even though he cost me my job.  One day he decided to piss on my laptop.  He puts it back in my bag and I head to work none the wiser.  The day I was presenting quarterly reports to the board, I knew instantly when I reached into my bag and smelled piss.  I was fired that day.  That day when he came over, I exploded at him, saying he cost me my job.  He just laughed a little, shrugged his shoulder and said that he just thought it was funny, with his dick out pissing on my carpet while he said this to me.  I just sat there dumbfounded, practically in tears cause I was so hurt and angry, and he tries to cheer me up, turning a little towards me to splash me with piss, saying how I will get another job.  And I just watched him continue to flood my carpet.  Dude must have been bursting cause the entire living room carpet was getting soaked, the whole place smelling like a urinal, just the way he likes it.  Then he just sat there next to me, propped his feet onto my lap.  And what killed me, to this very day, I instantly started massaging them.  His "white" socks, yellowish and black and probably unchanged for weeks were wet to the touch cause he most likely came back from the gym.  The smell was awful but I couldn't turn away.  Between the urine stench, his feet and his sweat, I was practically dizzy.  He had no remorse at all, didn't even care in the slightest that he got me fired.  Rather, he laughed as he asked for details.  Like it was some piss story conquest we always share.  That's all I was, this guy who calls me his friend.  He was telling me how he turned on the laptop and pissed all over it and didn't stop until it shut off and finished off the rest in my bag.  I just can't believe I didn't realize it until I got into the office.  The smell must have dissipated.  He was saying after all the talking about how important tomorrow's presentation was, he said he just had to do it, and that I should have known that.  And I fucking agreed with him, and started to laugh too. I fucking agreed with him!  The strange power he has over me.   

To make it up to me, that night he fucked me.  That's repayment according to him, not that I didn't love it. But at the very least, he also got me a job working at UPS with him until I find a new job.  Having crossed this boundary, assuming of course he even has any, he consistently continued terrorizing me.  He pisses sometimes in the van towards my way, he pisses on my clothes in my locker, in my coffee, water and whatever else I drink or eat.  Its like a mind fuck, because I can't always tell if he did or not.  He knows just how much before its noticeable.  So I had no choice but to make peace with the fact that everything I am eating or drinking probably Stern has pissed in.  Of course I can't say I don't love it low key.  Plus I get to watch him piss at the people's houses.  He's been encouraging me and I started doing it too, a little bit.  And I got to say I am getting used to all the piss.  Bro is constantly pissing, its actually quite amazing, also how much he can hold in that tank of his.  One time at a stop light he hopped out of the truck and just pissed along the street, a full minute and a half, he beat the light, cars were honking and driving past us. He just flicks his dick dry and strolls back into the truck.  I have worked with him for over a year now. I have no desire to get another job, I just want to be around him.  Getting pissed on, surrounded by his feet, sweat and farts, listening to his endless episodes of pissing adventures.  That's Stern.  Truly the archetypical man, a super hero denoting how and what all men should strive to become   Who I aspire to be one day.  Who I love more than anything else in this whole world.

Hope that gives you some idea.

 

Edited September 2 by BadBoy21
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[TylerHasFun 1,121]

Bro all ur stories based on me?  lol, love it bro.  U write real good, lots of insights

[peeman89 72]

I wanna hangout with these kind of guys and piss in cars and all 😈😈

[BadBoy21 687]

1 hour ago, TylerHasFun said:

Bro all ur stories based on me?  lol, love it bro.  U write real good, lots of insights

I would be lying if I didn't say you had some influence in my stories dude.