This is the true story as to how I discovered my kinky self.

Part 1:
It was the summertime in a small town just outside London, England. My best friend at the time was a girl the same age that lived just down my street, we’ll call her Alison to protect her identity!
Alison and I used to cycle out to the forest on those long, hot summer days and just wander about exploring the trees and the sun dappled glades. We talked and giggled together as we lay on our backs watching the little white clouds floating through the summer sky between the green branches.
One Friday afternoon, when I needed to pee she asked if she could watch …
“I’ve never seen a boy pee!” she giggled.
I remember being a little bit shocked. Going to the toilet was something that was done in private. Every other time we’d been to the forest together, I used to walk away from where we were sitting to pee and she had always done the same. I didn’t quite know what to say, so I sort of blurted out …
“You can watch me, if I can watch you!”
“OK!” she immediately said, “Are you going to go right now?”
I stood up and walked to the edge of the clearing and towards a large oak tree. She followed. I unzipped my shorts and took my myself in my hand, as she squatted down right next to my right leg. Her clear blue eyes were wide open as she stared at me, then she glanced up and caught my eyes with a very naughty little smile on her face.
“Is that what you wee out of!”, she whispered, “I want to see it come out!”
I was desperate to pee, but I couldn’t. I shut my eyes tight to pretend that her face wasn’t 12 inches from my cock and tried really hard to relax. She didn’t say a word, but I could hear her breathing slightly faster than usual as the cool breeze gently caressed me.
After what seemed an age, my bladder finally responded, and I let out a stream of golden piss arcing up towards the old oak tree. I opened my eyes and looked down at Alison, her eyes wide and mouth open as she stared at what I was doing right in front of her face. Finally, my stream slowed and the last few drops dripped out and with a quick shake my willy was back in my pants.
Alison’s face was slightly flushed, her eyes and mouth still wide …
“Wow” she said, “That’s amazing!”
“Your turn now,” I said quietly, “I showed you mine, it’s your turn to show me yours!”
She giggled embarrassed and stood up next to me. She fumbled with the button and the zip on her blue denim shorts and slowly pulled them down and stepped out of them. She was wearing little white cotton panties underneath which I just stared at as I sat cross-legged on the forest floor next to her.
She looked down at me, suddenly unsure of herself.
“I’m scared!” she whispered, “this is so naughty”.
“You said you’d show me if I showed you,” I said back, “I showed you mine, now you should show me yours, we made a deal!”
“I’ll show you how I pee if I can keep my knickers on!”
I was just so curious and felt all warm and weird inside that I agreed.
“Go on then, show me how girls pee.”
Standing above me, she spread her legs so I could look up at the clean white cotton stretched between her legs. Suddenly, a dark patch appeared and a couple of drips of pee came through. I was absolutely fascinated as the blood rushed to my head. All of a sudden, her stream of piss surged through the cotton almost splashing right into my lap … the stream stopped … then with a loud hiss, burst forth again, splattering me in her hot yellow stream.
She giggled, grabbed her shorts and quickly pulled them back on, then ran off in the direction of our bikes and with that she was gone. I remember vividly, just sitting there thinking about those white cotton panties and how they became almost see through as she peed onto me, remembering that hiss as her pee escaped her loins and it made my heart beat fast and the blood rush around my body faster than ever before.
It took me a while before I was able to ride back home; all the time thinking about how much I wanted to see Alison again. But, I had to go and visit family over the weekend, so I knew it would not be until next week until we could meet again.
All weekend all I could think about was the look on her face and the pure excitement in her eyes as she had watched me piss, about her white cotton panties and the way her wet patch spread between her legs and about that hissing sound, that delicious hissing sound that accompanied her strong stream of wee as it arced into my lap!
Those memories are still as vivid with me now as they were on that summer’s afternoon and really have made me who I am today!
To be continued …

Part 2:
That weekend could not go quickly enough, but soon enough it was the Monday and I popped round to Alison’s house to see if she was coming out to play. It turned out that she couldn’t get those memories out of her head either, so we both grabbed our bikes and headed out to the forest as fast as we could. I’d packed my rucksack with four big bottles of water as I knew that a repeat performance would be on the cards, and as soon as we got to our favourite secluded clearing we stretched ourselves out in the sunshine and started drinking.
“Do you have to pee yet?” she asked straight away.
“I will do soon.”
“Can I watch you again?” she giggled and her bright blue eyes stared deep into mine.
“You can watch me, if I can watch you.”
Alison looked intently into my eyes for what seemed an eternity and then said,
“I’ve been thinking about this all weekend, I think I can take my knickers off first this time.”
“Oh … wow …” I stammered, feeling all hot and flushed. I had no idea at the time how to describe those feelings as the little butterflies started in my belly and my heart began to pound a little faster.
“I’d love to see you pee” I eventually admitted.
“Well, I’m ready now!” she blurted out and jumped to her feet. “Come over here!”
She ran off to that big oak tree at the edge of the glade and quickly pulled her blue denim shorts off.
I hesitated …
“Come on! I need to pee right now!” she shouted at me.
Slowly, I got to my feet; my head a little dizzy. I walked over to her as she pulled those little white cotton panties down her thighs, over her knees and then kicked them off. She leaned back against the huge tree trunk and spread her legs as wide as she could as I slowly sat down right in front of her.
Almost immediately, I heard that amazing hiss and a strong stream of pale yellow pee emerged from between her legs, first landing right in my lap, then arcing up my t-shirt and then splashing right in my face. She laughed as she continued to drench me as I just sat there listening to that hissing; watching the stream coming right at me; feeling the hot piss drenching me; smelling her piss on my face and tasting it on my lips. I opened my mouth just a little to catch it on my tongue and my head spun like never before. All the sensations were absolutely amazing and I just sat there dumbstruck as she giggled at me.
“Oooops!” she giggled, “you’re soaked!”
I looked down and my t-shirt was soaked, as were my shorts.
“You’ll have to take those off and dry them in the sun,” she suggested, cheekily.
It was a good plan, I had to admit. So, we wandered back to the middle of the glade and I undressed in front of her and laid my saturated clothes out in the hot summer sun.
Alison came and sat very close to my now naked body.
“I’ve been thinking all weekend about this”, she whispered, “you can put these on.”
She passed me her white cotton panties with a cheeky little smile; and, as I couldn’t think of a good reason why not to, I grabbed them off her and put them on.
“Stand up!” she ordered, “I want to see what you look like in them.”
She stared at me with a weird faraway look in her eyes as I stood before her and gave her a little twirl. I remember just how damn good I felt standing there in girls’ panties in front of her that day, a feeling I still get even to this very day every time I pull on a pair of panties!!
“Do you need to pee yet?” her voice interrupted my sensations.
“Ummm … yes … I think so.”
“I want you to pee in my panties!”
“What!! Really!??!” I was shocked.
“Your pants are full of my pee,” she laughed, pointing to where they lay in the sunshine, “so my knickers should be full of yours!”
“OK”, I stammered, “I think I need to pee now.”
And with that I just let emptied my bladder into her panties right there in front of her. No delay, no thinking about it, my bladder just burst into her little cotton undies.
“Wow, that’s amazing!” she shrieked, before reaching up to touch me through the sodden cotton.
“Take them off!” she ordered.
I did as I was told.
“Give them to me!”
Again, I did as I was told.
She took her little panties from my hand and held them up to her face. I could hear her sniffing them.
“Mmmmmmm … they smell nice.”
Then she said:
“What does boy pee taste like?”
And she put a little bit of her panties into her mouth.
A puzzled look flashed across her face, before she looked right up at me and stuffed the whole garment into her mouth.
I was absolutely shocked!
“Urrrrgggghhhh!” I exclaimed, that’s my pee, that’s dirty!”
“But it tastes nice,” she said with a mouthful, “I’m sure it’s ok if it tastes nice?”
It was half question, half statement. I just stood there staring at her as she pulled her panties from her mouth and held them up to me.
“Go on, you taste too,” she giggled again, “tell me if it tastes good.”
I instantly remembered how amazing it felt to taste her pee in my mouth, so I took them from her and slowly put them into my mouth. She was right, it did taste good; but all of a sudden a rushing burst of complete embarrassment hit me and I pulled them out and threw them back at her.
“This is wrong!” I blurted. “It’s naughty. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“But I like it and it’s fun”, she giggled. “It can just be our little secret.”

To be continued ...