Intro to Kink

***NOTE: This story uses italics for emphasis and inner thoughts/monologue***

Intro to Kink

Every Saturday, Ryan spent six hours of the day trying to earn extra credits toward his high school diploma. It was this or spend a few weeks in summer school trying to catch up with everyone that had already graduated, making him the only 18-year-old guy not partying during the summer.

Ryan wasn't much of a people-person, and he didn't really know the other seniors there, outside of their names (the teacher insisted on taking attendance every time). And during class it's not like it was social hour because, it seemed to Ryan, the rest of the class actually wanted to be there. They all had notebooks out and all eyes were on the front of the room as the teacher lectured; everyone scribbling to copy the notes from the projector.

One day, while the class was listening intently to a particularly dull bit about how the number of petals on a flower tells what type of seed it has, Ryan let his mind wander. And, as with many a teenager, his thoughts turned to sex.

But Ryan felt he was a little different than the typical guy his age because Ryan had become particularly interested in some kinks. Not the 'I blindfold my girlfriend while we have missionary sex' kind of kink but the 'spank the girl until she's red, pour hot candle wax on her body, and then make her beg for permission before she's allowed to cum' kind. Ryan felt open to what some would call "depraved" and wanted to try many aspects including being a Dominant or submissive, pee play, rope play, choking, and the list goes on.

Today, his interest was piqued by the idea of pee play. But since he didn't have a partner to play with, he decided to go to the bathroom on one of the breaks the class got to experiment a little. He could hardly contain himself; the mere idea was making him hard, and he had to shift around in his seat to try to relieve some of the pressure. Luckily, his desk masked his growing bulge, but he would definitely need to keep calm if he was going to get out of the class without also raising any suspicions.

When the time to go on break finally arrived, Ryan got up from his seat, with his bag strategically placed on the desk in front of him, and slowly joined the crowd as they headed toward the door. He was careful to sling his bag onto his shoulder only after he got away from the group and began heading toward the most distant (and almost never used) bathrooms that would still be open.

As the door swung closed to this desolate restroom, his pulse began to quicken, his body seemingly knowing it was in for some fun. He went to the large stall at the end while he undid his zipper. His cock had grown again, reaching its full 7-inch length, making it more of a challenge to free it from his boxers and pants, but once it was out, he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Ryan couldn't help but squeeze his cockshaft before leisurely stroking himself trying to bring some relief in order to do what he came here to do.

Ryan wanted to start off slow: get a stream going and then see where that leads him. His cock, now slightly deflated so that he would be able to piss, was in his hand and his back was toward the ajar stall door as he aimed for the toilet. After a few seconds he felt the familiar pressure and then the sound of his golden stream hitting the water in the bowl.

He smiled while his cock twitched slightly, this was the moment he was waiting for, and his internal excitement was building. He took his dick, foreskin pulled back and out of the way, and swung it toward the door to the stall. His urine wetting the floor, wall, and sink in the large handicap stall.

Ryan knew he was turned on by the idea of peeing in unconventional places and onto women, but he didn't realize it would get his heart pumping with adrenaline and spark a fire in his groin.

When he looked up, however, the bottom fell out of his stomach and his bladder immediately shied because standing in the doorway to the men's room was a girl. And this girl was looking directly at him as the last couple drops of urine splattered onto the floor. Ryan hastily scrambled to shove himself back into his pants as his mind raced with trying to figure out how he was going to get himself out of this. But his mind kept focusing instead on the figure before him.

This girl was the raven-haired, pale-skinned beauty from his class. She usually sat all the way in the back, presumably to be left alone, and never spoke in class unless the teacher chose her to answer a question despite her obvious desire to not actively participate. Even when attendance was being taken, when her name was called (Isabella) she'd just sullenly raise her hand until the teacher looked up and acknowledged her presence.

Now here she stood before Ryan, still not saying anything, just looking at him and the state of the bathroom around him. No doubt, Ryan believed, she was trying to process what she'd just walked in on. But before Ryan could say anything to try to explain away him peeing all over place with a semi-erect penis, Isabella spoke.

"Please don't stop on my account," a smirk tugging at the corner of her full, black lipstick-colored lips.

"...what?" was all Ryan managed to get out, his head swimming as he hastily tried to think of how to explain away what he'd been doing.

"Well, you looked like you were having fun and I don't think you should stop just 'cause you noticed I'm here." As she spoke, she stepped forward while crossing her arms and only stopped when she was just a couple of feet away from Ryan. "I'm Izzy, by the way."

"Uh...hi? I'm Ryan...."

"Right. You're the dude from class that was trying to hide a raging hard-on when we went on break. Now I know why...."

"How...?"

"Why else would you have been carrying your bookbag in front of you like that?

"Yeah, I guess it was a little obvious," he chuckled a bit, almost forgetting about getting caught by a girl with his dick in his hand. Then Izzy rose her hand as to dismiss the errant thoughts.

"Anyway, please continue your..." that devilish smile had returned to her face, subtle & wicked as she finished her sentence, "...fun."

"I wasn't really doing any--"

Ryan had started fumbling with his fly, trying to hide the evidence so-to-speak, when he had started talking, but Izzy took two steps and closed the distance between them causing his words to fail him again.

"Now, now. We've only just met, and it would be a shame to start out this relationship with lies, wouldn't you say?" Ryan nodded his agreement, his words still absent. So, Izzy asked, "May I?"

Once again Ryan nodded as Izzy placed her hands on his, pulling them away from the fly of his pants. Ryan's heart was pounding, not really knowing what Izzy was doing or why. His mind adrift, his cock hardening (despite his initial attempts to will it into submission), and now this girl was undoing his pants. Then, as Izzy tucked her thumbs into the sides of the waistband of his pants and boxers, she looked right into Ryan's eyes, held his gaze for a couple seconds, and then lowered herself along with his clothing until all were at his ankles.

"We both know what you were doing. I just want you to pick up where you left off...no that's a lie..." Izzy looked down to Ryan's hard seven inches, then back to up to Ryan and said, "I want you to do it to me."

Now by this time, Ryan's blood supply had been significantly diverted from his brain and therefore he couldn't quite follow what Izzy was suggesting at first. He looked down into her dark eyes, followed her gaze to his manhood, then back to meet her gaze. Then finally, click!

"Oh! You really want me to--"

"Use me as target practice? Yeah, catch up dude."

There's that smile again, Ryan noticed to himself as Izzy gave him the devilish smile from earlier. That little smirk of hers was definitely a turn-on but there was a little voice in the back of his head cautioning him, poisoning his thoughts with doubt and paranoia.

Then Izzy followed up with, "I was thinking about skipping the rest of that boring-ass class anyway.

"Oh, so this would be doing you a favor?" Ryan said, trying to be witty back.

"If that's what you need to tell yourself, I'll go along with it." She paused then said, "Well?"

"'Well' what?"

"Well, what are you waiting for? You seemed a lot more eager earlier."

"Maybe 'cause I had some privacy then," Ryan jokingly shot back.

Izzy's smirk changed to a slight pout while she moved forward a bit. This placed her face a mere inch from Ryan's horizontal-most part. Ryan's brain just about shut down from the sight, but he was still able to hear Izzy.

"I just thought it would be more fun if your privates weren't kept private from me. Don't you wanna have private fun with me...?" Izzy asked in a what could only be classified as a more innocent tone, though the implication was far from naïveté.

"Well-- I mean, I... but wha--"

"Holy SHIT! That works?! I mean I've seen it in movies or videos or whatever, but I didn't know it would actually work in real life on real people! That's a whole fucking superpower dude!" exclaimed Izzy, barely containing her unexpected elation at this revelation.

"Shut up, or--"

"Or what? You'll piss on my face?" Izzy stuck out her tongue just a bit as she opened her mouth slightly, spurring Ryan on. "What are you waiting for?"

There was a tense pause, neither wanting to break the spell cast between them, but unable to luxuriate any longer. Eventually, they were supposed to be back to their class. Even if they were both to skip, the truth hung over Ryan as thick as a wet blanket.

"I...I think I'm...finished," Ryan finally admitted disappointed in the ill-timing. "...sorry...? I mean, I would but--"

"Well, that sucks almost as hard as I do," Izzy smiled, then winked. "Next time we'll have to make sure you got a full tank.

"Next time?" asked Ryan, not sure if he was happy or worried with her reaction.

"Oh yeah! You didn't think I'd just let you slip through my fingers, did you? Not when you're so close." Izzy made to get up while she spoke, but just as she finished speaking, she flicked her tongue out again and then she was on her feet. The motion was so fluid that Ryan didn't know exactly what happened, but he swore he felt the soft, wet tip of Izzy's tongue brush his tip.

Izzy strolled toward the door as Ryan once again put his less-erect penis away for the second time while standing in this isolated bathroom. Just as he thought he completely blew all his chances, Ryan heard Izzy stop and call out to him.

"Hey, you know where the school's pool is?"

"Um, yeah, I do. I saw a couple matches this year. Why?"

"Well, with school closed, that whole area will be completely empty. Including the private showers," Izzy knew Ryan could hear her smirking, even though her back was toward him. "Meet me there after class is over. But not immediately, wait an hour after we're let out, then sneak through the gate, and we'll finish what I started. Oh, and Ryan?"

"Yeah...?"

"Stay hydrated," and with that Izzy was gone, leaving Ryan swirling in his thoughts.

* * *

Through some sort of luck or witchcraft, Ryan was able to make back to his class just in time to not get in any trouble with the teacher. Somehow, also to his surprise, he had managed to get there just ahead of Izzy, because he was already sat down as she sat at the desk behind him. Though, as he thought about it, it was probably by design because, as she moved past him, Izzy placed a quart-sized bottle of a sports drink on his desk. Ryan even thought he heard a soft but brief chuckle come from behind him after Izzy had taken her seat.

There were only a couple hours left in the day, so the anticipation grew rapidly about the upcoming arrangements Izzy had proposed. Ryan had gone back and forth on whether or not he was going to go through with it. But even has he entertained the possibility of backing out, he continued to take swig after swig of the lemon-lime flavored drink gifted to him. Before he realized it, the teacher was wrapping up, the other students were gathering their things, and the class was over. Everyone eagerly started filing out of the room, most in a hurry to be anywhere else, but Ryan just meandered out aimlessly. He found himself in front of the water fountain not too far from the isolated bathroom where this all began.

As the cool water flowed, Ryan thought about what happened in that restroom just a few hours ago. It felt like it was something from a movie he watched a couple days ago but he knew it was real. He knew it had somehow happened to him. He knew, as the no-longer-empty sports drink bottle brought the water from the fountain up to his lips, that he would be damned if he didn't show up at the pool.

With his newfound conviction, Ryan now just had to make sure he didn't get caught going in the opposite direction from everyone else. Luckily, during his musings, Ryan had made his way to an unpopulated section of the school while all the students had been busy emptying out into the parking lot to head off. This meant that 98% of every person that was present for the day (even the teachers and staff) were over by the parking lot. The others, like the custodians and a couple of administrators, would have no need to come to this part of the school since it isn't used by the summer program. Despite this knowledge, Ryan was still careful to keep a low profile, staying hidden & unnoticeable while he slowly made his way to the gate that secured the pool area. This turned out to be a great decision because not far from the pool he saw another senior from his class walking around. She must be meeting someone back here, Ryan thought as he watched her move off away from the pool area. It really hadn't dawned on him that he probably wasn't the only person to wander off in search of some privacy.

With just over half his wait gone, Ryan was within a quick jog to the pool's fence. Since the pool is an outdoor pool, the only thing keeping everyone out was a simple chain-link fence. Albeit this fence was about ten feet tall so as to discourage the casual delinquent but, to the discerning eye, there was a gap between the two swinging gates where they were chained together. All it really took was an enterprising guy and just enough force to push the gates in such a way to open up nearly a yard of space to slip right through. Ryan knew it would only take a few minutes max to get through without being seen. So, his thoughts turned to what he should do in the meantime. Waiting where he was, though secluded, would increase his chances of being seen with each passing second. Walking around raises those odds even higher. However, the pool's showers were enclosed at the other end of the pool area.

It's still early though. What would I do for another 20 minutes in there? came the intrusive thoughts. But almost as quickly as the negativity bore into his deliberations, Ryan found at the back of his mind, there was the beginnings of a plan. A plan that would not only keep him occupied but help him commemorate the occasion. But first things first, Ryan needed to get over to the showers and out of sight. So, he slipped through the gates and quickly made his way around the pool, making sure not to get too close to the edge to avoid falling in. Finally, Ryan made it through the door to the men's showers, his steps echoing slightly in the emptiness.

The lighting was a bit dimmer that was ideal but that actually played into his plan. You see, Ryan's plan was born of his testosterone-filled head, not the logic-filled one on his shoulders. What exactly was this evil genius plan begat by horniness? To record the whole thing direct to his laptop via his cell phone. Now with the overall dimness, he'd have an excuse to put on the light as well, which would only help the clarity of the video. After a quick survey of the entire room to make sure there wasn't anyone else there, Ryan opened his backpack and started setting up his laptop to put the plan into motion.

It was right around this time that he felt the urge to pee get stronger. Sure, he'd felt a slight need come & go throughout the afternoon but that was nowhere near as pressing as it had now become. Ryan knew he could still hold it but, having recently finished a total of a half-gallon of liquid, it wouldn't be for much longer. But the wave passed, and he was able to finish setting up his rig, placing his cell is the pocket on the strap of his backpack. All that was left was to turn on his phone's camera when he heard the door open, and his phone would record everything in front of him.

Now there were only a few minutes left until the rendezvous time. Ryan's nerves started to build as he began to anticipate the possibility of this sexy goth teen kneeling before him. But then his thoughts turned to Izzy. Sure, he'd only really met her that day, and sure he had his cock out during some of that time, but she seemed like a cool person. Just as he heard the creak of the door hinges, he began to feel bad about exploiting this wonderful opportunity and the person that made it all happen. Fuck it, he thought, resigning to scrub his plan. Then Izzy turned the corner from the entryway to the main area. She paused for a bit then walked right up to Ryan.

"And here I half thought you wouldn't show up," mused Izzy while looking Ryan up and down.

"I'm here...and hydrated," Ryan quipped back, allowing a smile to develop.

"Perfect! This'll be fun..." Izzy reached out and grabbed Ryan's bag strap, pulling him closer. Now eye-to-eye, Izzy whispered almost inaudibly, "You're gonna want to turn this on." Izzy took his phone from its place on the strap, pulled up the camera, and started recording. She replaced the phone in the strap pocket, then lightly pressed her lips to his as her hands slid down to undo the button & zipper of Ryan's pants. With the crumbled pile of denim around his ankles, Izzy ended the kiss and spoke so that her lips brushed against Ryan's as though the words themselves were rebounding off the soft, moist flesh. "I brought a friend."

At first Ryan wasn't sure he heard correctly but he felt his stomach drop, nonetheless. Instinctively, Ryan's eyes snap up toward the door, but he couldn't make out anything out in the dim light.

"What do you m--?" Ryan began as his gaze returned to Izzy, but she stopped him with a finger to his lips.

"Come on out!" Izzy sang out to the shadows. And from the shadows stepped the four-foot-ten, B-cup beauty with caramel skin that Ryan recognized as the senior girl he'd seen earlier as he was making his way toward the pool. Immediately, Ryan was filled with mixed emotions. At first, he couldn't help but check out her toned and curvy body under a tight-hugging tank top and barely-there cotton shorts with practically no inseam. But then reality came crashing back to him, reminding Ryan that he and Izzy weren't supposed to be at the pool showers in the first place so, having another person there, could blow up in their faces.

"Isn't she delicious?" delighted Izzy as she turned around to look at the friend she brought. As she continued, Izzy leaned back against Ryan, "I mean look at her! Don't you just wanna piss all over that beautiful face and body?" That's when Ryan could feel her hands again. But now, instead of them working on his clothing, they were lightly tracing little patterns at the very tip of his cock.

Ryan's eyes rolled back as he allowed himself to feel Izzy's fingers as they worked. He was lost for just a few seconds but then Izzy stopped and walked over to where her intruder was standing.