That first ride on the football team’s bus two weeks before had been the highlight of my life. Before that I’d never even thought about a guy’s piss. I spent those next two weeks jacken’ off just remembering watching the players piss in the toilet bowl on the bus. I’d loved licking up any piss that had splashed onto the seat and sneaking a drink from the bowl. I knew, as the only band member on the football bus, I’d have to set in the back again next to the toilet and away from the players.
As I got on, the Captain of the team, John handed me a large bottle.

John: “The team filled this up for you today at practice you’d better have it all drunk by the time the bus leaves the city limits.” I took the bottle and walked back to my seat by the toilet. I was glad the team wanted to play more games so I set down and opened the bottle. The piss was ripe from having been in the bottle so many hours but I was thirsty after two weeks with no piss. I raised the bottle to my lips and gulped it down.
Twenty minutes later John came back.
John: “Show me the bottle, good. We’ll be filling it up for you again later tonight. Every day next week I’ll be putting a full bottle under the bleachers. You’d better crawl under and drain it. If I come back the next day and it’s not empty that’ll be the last piss you get from the team.” Then he stepped into the toilet and pissed on the wall.


John: “Get in here and set in my piss. This is where you’ll be squatting until someone tells you different. Now suck the last drop out of my piss-hole.” He turned around and went whistling off.
I set in his piss and every couple of seconds I’d swipe the floor or wall with my tongue just to get his salty taste. After about five minute Todd and Bill came in and without saying anything pulled out their pricks and pissed on my head, stuffed them back into their pants and walked away. I crawled all over the floor slurping up their urine then set back down at my place by the bowl. After that the twines came in with Peter. That made the small toilet pretty crowded. They faced the three walls away from mine and began pissing all over them then walked out. Peter looked over his shoulder and growled at me:
Peter: “Take your shirt off and clean the room up.” I scrubbed the walls and floor until they were dry then put my shirt back on.
John walked in and inspected the toilet.

John: “You’ve cleaned it up real good, let’s keep it that way.” He walked over to me grabbed my hair and impaled my face on his prick. John: “Drink it; suck it down your throat.” As I chocked on his piss his dick started to get hard. He quickly pulled it out and grumbled in a low voice,
John: “I told the team you’re nobody’s girlfriend, we ain’t fags. You’re just a urinal. I don’t want you sucken’ no one off. If I find you’re doing that you’re off the bus, hear me?” That was fine with me as by this time I just wanted the team’s piss any way they gave it to me; besides I’d never had a cock in my mouth tell John’s just now. After that every five minutes or so someone would step into the toilet, see my open mouth, shove their cock in and piss. Just before the bus pulled into the parking lot John came in and handed me some dry clothes.
John: “Bring a couple of extra sets of clothes next time. We don’t want you stinking in front of your pansy band.”

After the game, which we won, we all crawled back onto the bus. It had been a hard game and a long night. I went and set in my place on the floor of the toilet. A few minutes later John came back.
John: “What the hell are you doing on the floor? Look the team is real tired. I want you to walk up and down the aisle every five minutes or so and if someone needs to piss, you drink it. OK?”
Five minutes later I was walking around and I noticed the coach wasn’t on the bus. I asked John and he told me the coach’s wife would be ferrying him to and from the games from now on and the coach had left him in charge. That was great with me. I walked on toward the front of the bus and suddenly the driver called out to me.

Driver: “I can’t stop the bus but I’ve got to take a leak real bad. I know what you’ve been doing for the team. Could you climb under the steering wheel and take care of the problem for me?” The driver was only 22 and a real looker so I squeezed right in. Driver: “Hurry loosen my belt and unzip my pants. Quick pull my dick out, AHHH that’s good." Afterwards he whispered maybe he and his drinking buddy could come over some time and piss on me. Under my breath I said sure.

As I started back down the aisle John handed me the bottle and reminded me to make sure it was filled before the bus got back to the school. Suddenly the twines hands went up. I ran over and saw that their pants were down around their ankles.
Twines:“We got to go right now!” I slipped between the legs of the one in the window seat and placed his dick in my mouth. At the same time I pushed the other’s tool into the bottle. They both began pissing like race horses. Afterwards I got up and staggered toward the rear of the bus. Suddenly one of the players stood up pulled down his pants climbed onto the hand rest of his chair stuck his ass out into the aisle and roared: “My ass itches, scratch it with your teeth.” I buried my face in his ass crack and scraped along one hairy side of his asshole and then along the other side.
Team member: “Yaw man right there, harder now a little slower. Thanks man.” All at once there were ten asses sticking in the air so I moved down the aisle scratching each ass with my teeth until the itches were gone.
By the time I’d gotten to my seat I was bushed and collapsed into the cushions. The large bottle John had given me was only about a three quarters full so I knew I needed to go get some more soon. Just at that moment I heard John’s voice ring out,
John: “Need servicing for five more right away.

I struggled up and headed out. The guys knew that I’d been working hard and had decided to help out a little so they were all standing in the aisle with their hands on their pricks. I got down on my knees in front of the first and he pushed his weapon into my mouth I drank a little then moved his hose into the bottle. Just as he was running out of piss I moved his dick back into my mouth and drank the rest. The next guy said he wanted to piss on my face for two seconds before I swallowed so I let him squirt me for two seconds then buried his big cock in my mouth. Just as his stream began to slow I had him drain it into the bottle. I told the third guy I needed to fill the bottle so he pissed a little in my mouth then held his flow while I empted the piss from my mouth into the bottle. Then he’d piss a little more into my mouth then wait as I spit that into the bottle. He let his piss out over about six shoots. That was real nice of him so after he was done I licked his balls. The last two just wanted to piss in my mouth. As the bus pulled into the school John came back to inspect the bottle.

John: “It’s not quite full bitch…you need to piss? Go ahead and fill it up.” I took out my cock and pissed in the bottle and that filled it up.
John: “Now get off the bus.” The players were in a circle in the parking lot John placed me in the center and poured the bottle all over me. He commanded
John: “Now go home and sleep in your pissed clothes.” And I did.

Monday morning I awoke to the smell of the old piss on my clothes. It turned me on so much that I pulled my cock out as I lie in the bed and pissed straight up into the air. I was glad that when my Father got that job over seas he’d let me stay in the States to watch after the house. I was really glad they’d be gone for five more years. I got up had a big glass of water and started scrambling some eggs. Suddenly I got an idea, pulled the pan off the fire and pissed in the eggs. I really enjoyed those eggs.