"Un-be-liev-able!" Tyler exclaimed under his breath. He turned to me. "Let's shower!"Tired as I was, it wasn't a bad idea. "Sure." I opened the door. ...nd motioned for him to step inside."I still gotta piss," he said."I always piss when I shower," I told him.Tyler's eyes lit up, and he stepped in. I followed and by the time I closed the glass door behind me, Tyler was pissing on my package. So I pissed on his, then up on his belly and chest, and Tyler pissed up mine. Our warm piss smelled of. Joan pressed her tits together as the piss began splashing onto them.“Oooo, so hot,” she mewled. “It feels so hotand ... oh, Billy, I like it!” The golden stream of piss splashed about her tits. She turned them loose, then squeezed one tit with both hands, making her stiff nipple thrust up and out. Billy now took hold of his cock and aimed it, pissing onto his mother’s nipple. Joan, making soft whimpering sounds of perverse pleasure, squeezed her other tit.“Now this one,” she said. “Piss on. He knew in his heart what he wanted from life. He didn’t want fame or money or a nice car, like the other boys in school. He didn’t want a husband and a baby and a career like the girls wanted. Johnny wanted cock. He wanted to be used and dominated by men. That’s what Johnny wanted most from life. “I’ll tell you what, that football teams gonna miss you next year. You’ll be a living legend at Goodyear High.” Darnell said. Johnny ended his introspections, “What? What are you talking about?” . I guess I might claim it kept people from walking up behind me, so maybe there was a reason after all. I mean other than me being out of step with everyone else in the whole world.I was pleasantly surprised to find how friendly the mall walkers were. They were mostly older retired folks. Yes most even older than my forty something years. They seemed to be a reasonably fit bunch as well. Some were couples obviously husband and wife types, some were couples, like women who came to walked together.