Refueling the Space Ship

I must have been around nine. We lived on-post close to a park with a lot of playground equipment.

One of the attractions was a large "rocket ship" made out of shiny pipes and steel plates. It pointed up into the air and there were several levels for kids to climb and play on.  If you were daring enough to climb up to the control level at the top, you could picture yourself as the captain of the spaceship, which had three (yeah, three!) steering wheels.

Up on that top deck there were some empty holes drilled into one of the pipes, maybe for features that were never installed. We boys discovered a use for the holes. We simply pissed into them! The holes were about 1/2" in diameter and a young guy could poke the tip of his dick up against the hole and release his sphincter. Voila! A stream of pee ran through the pipe and dripped onto the ground way down below. We developed ranks of officers (larger boys) and enlisted men (little dudes).

We made up a routine to "fill the fuel tanks." Each small boy, with observation and assistance from various other boys, pulled out his little dickie and pee'd into a hole. There were times when we had three or four dudes standing in line with their bare peters ready, waiting their turn. Sometimes a guy would be stationed at the bottom to report on the "fuel" arriving. After everybody had their turn one of the little dudes would tell the head guy, "Refueling complete, Commander!" Sometimes bigger boys pee'd also if they wanted to show off. I don't think anybody ever had a clue what we were doing up there, baring our peters in the control level of the spaceship.

The refueling game was already in operation when I arrived, and I'm sure it continued with every new wave of boys.

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