When i was younger me and some other guys used to have competitions to see how far or how high we could piss.
Us guys with foreskin always seemed to have the advantage as we could restrict the opening to make a more powerful jet.
Any others played this game?
Would love to hear your versions.
I used to play similar games when I was in primary school with 3 or 4 of my mates. The favourite was to see who could pee highest, we only had 1 problem, the toilets were outside and we sometimes peed over the top of the wall onto the kids in the playground ending up with sore bums.
Still to this day see how far I can pee when I pee outside! LOL!!
Bestest!
John
I had a couple friends I showed my “strange” dick to, they all said it was strange because they hadn’t seen a hood! But for a couple years (3rd,4th,and 5th) grade we would always end up peeing when we’d play outside. I felt so unique when I would pull my skin back and forth over my head.
When I was in elementary school, the boys’ bathroom was in a far recess of the basement, and teacdhers never came to supervise what went on.
The little 6-7-year olds in my class thought it was fun to ignore the toilets and urinal trough and stand in a circle. Then they would all pee toward the center to see about the highest, longest, splashiest piss one possible. Thie one kid who had a penis about the size of a string bean could pee the highest, way over his height. (he was cut, incidentally, as were most of the boys of that time. I was not, and I did not participate in that game though I loved to watch. (Only much, much later in life have I found it fun to pee in prohibited places, on myself or someone, etc. you get the idea.)
The kids left quite a gigantic puddle. That was OK with me, till one day about a year later, I ran down to the bathroom and slipped up in a puddle of pee, landing on my stomach. Needless to say, I was soaked in little boy-pee, and I smelled terrible as i returned to class. Now I think it was funny.
A year or so later, our principal called all the older boys from the sdhool into the auditorium and lectured us, “Now boys, we have 17 nice toilets and a lovely urinal, which is what you are supposed to do to ‘take a leak.’ If you lived out in the country you could take a leak against a tree or on the ground, but here we do not do that!” The 5th graders protested, “It’s the little kids that do it!”
I remember the janitor who had to clean up the mess quite often: he was an old grouch and the kids probably enjoyed the thought of his having to mop up their collected pee.
That school burned down in 1951, and i wonder if today’s “sophisticated” kids in the modern replacement school with toilets every few yards on the main floors still pee on them.
My elementary had the trough-style urinals. A boy would go to one end and try to pee to the other. That was a “touchdown.” I never tried because I thought I was the only uncut boy in the school, and didn’t want to be found out as different.
I’d imagine it’s fairly typical for most people to find out about cut or uncut when playing outside with their friends. So it was when I was a kid, of course I had never thought of myself as different or strange before this point, but always had afterwards.
I used to play and run around outside with a couple other neighborhood boys as per the usual for young kids, and eventually we’d get to the point in playing outside for so long one, or more of us would have to pee, and for some reason or another it was an attractive concept for us all to line up and pee together, see who would go the longest or shoot the farthest, etc. I remember the first time was quite strange when I bashfully stepped up and had a look at my buddies who were all clipped clean as a whistle. Well obviously I immediately didn’t have to go anymore, but that argument wouldn’t hold out for very long. Eventually I remember pulling it out and just hoping none of the other guys would look, but of course they did, and I remember hearing “Ew, what’s wrong with your weiner?”, or something similar. To which I vehemently replied, “Nothing!” and finished up, tucking myself away again.
Eventually my group of friends just grew to deal with me as having a different “kind” of penis, they were born one way and I was born another. And frankly I thought the same, and I remember frequently trying to tie or tape back my foreskin so I could be normal. But it was always pretty strange to me, at least when we went out and pee’d, since when I was young I didn’t know to pull it back, so I just pissed through my foreskin, which resulted in a much, much thicker and sloppier stream as opposed to the tiny streamline piss streams my friends had.
I also remember at school, always using the stalls to pee, instead of the urinals because I was always embarassed and thought I wasn’t normal. Once when I was in a bathroom with only one stall being used I recall reluctantly getting up to a urinal next to another boy and trying to stand as close as I can, but he saw me anyway. Fortunately, he didn’t say anything, only looked and left, but it’s always been incredibly embarassing for me to go to a public restroom. Although much more recently it’s been turning into a little bit of a fetish for me. In fact I think just about everything I hated about being uncut as a kid is turning into a very real fetish for me as an adult, and I’m very much turned on by the notion of being watched while I pee. Strange as that may be 
As we get older, I think sometimes our inhibitions weaken a bit. i was timid as a kid and somewhat so as a teenager, but I still loved to watch the other guys showering after gym class and in my mind “hankered” after some of their equipment! Now as a much older adult, and widowed, I am much more conscious of how much I enjoy my uncut prick, and I have no inhibitions about giving anyone a “look” that wants it. And most do, I have seen guys much younger than I sneak a glance at my penis at a public urinal. We are all curious, I guess.
As a young boy, I used to insist on boys showing me their dinks. When I was about 7 years old, I was at the urinal just after recess. My classmate stood at the next urinal. He was a beautiful farmboy. I was a cock maniac already. He turns to me and says “let’s show each other our dinks”. We both pulled away from the urinal, and I saw a very different looking dink. It was a small version of the one my dad had. I didn’t know at the time it was a foreskin. He wanted me to touch it. Man did I get hard. He did not want to acknowledge that experience again…that is until our class reunion about 20 years later. he was married and had one child. At the reunion, I went to pee, and guess who came in beside me. He said “remember when we showed each other our dinks?” I told him I did, and always wanted to taste his foreskin. Within seconds, he and I were in the cubicle, and I was slurping on his HUGE unut dink. He had been dancing a lot that night, so it was sweaty and had a bit of smegma. I ate it with vigour.
I sucked him for at least 15 minutes and finally he bucked and I swallowed tons of cum. To my surprise, rather than zipping up and leaving, he made me stand up, kissed me and asked me to share his cum with him. I passed the cum to him through our mouths. THEN, he dropped to his knees, and said he loved my cut cock and licked where the scar is. He kept doing that and eventually, I told him I was going to blow. He took me into his very warm mouth and I blew. He stood up, kissed me, and made me taste my own cum too.
We played for months after that. It turns out he lived close to my parent’s farm near my hometown. His dink was 9" and his overhang was about 1" long when he was totally hard. I was in heaven!!!
I don’t think this one falls into the pee game category but this is the only thing that came to mind. I was on a long trip with my parents, brother who was cut at birth and my best friend who was also cut. At that time we had already seen what we all had so they all knew I was uncircumcised. The ride got long and we all had to pee so bad. We were all hurting and holding onto our cocks trying to keep from pissing our pants. I was hurting so bad that the spasms would cause me to leak a bit so I found that by clamping off the tip of my foreskin real tight with my hand would keep the liquids from leaking out and getting my underwear and pants wet. The gas station was at the next offramp but it didn’t seem close enough for us. We didn’t wait for the car to come to a complete stop before we got out of the car and ran for the bathroom. My friend and brother got out before me and I followed behind still holding tightly onto my foreskin inside my underwear. Running with one hand down my pants made it difficult to run so by the time I got into the bathroom I saw 1 urinal and both of them were already pissing into it together. I pulled down my pants and underwear with my free hand while holding onto my foreskin with the other. No sooner did I get my pants down I felt my bladder release and all I could do was throw myself inbetween the two boys and wedge my way into the single urinal. This all happened in a split second where pinched foreskin and releasing bladder came together in a violent eruption. My foreskin ballooned with so much piss and presure that when I released my foreskin the balloon popped and my cock sprayed piss everywhere. I couldn’t stop the flow or reach back in to retract my foreskin to keep it from spaying everything. It was like a firehose that got away from a fireman and comical to watch as I tried to grab and take control of it. It was like a bad dream and by the time I was able to grip my foreskin to retract it the piss slowed to a trickle. All 3 of us stood there with our cocks in our hands and completely soaked from our mid section down.