The following story is original fiction and for adults only. Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved. Reproduction in whole or in part without permission is prohibited. This story is completely fictional. It is about the relationship between two guys, including their sexual activities and fetish activity which includes watersports. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave.
After that last episode with Mike, he didn't approach me for a while. But I longed for him and especially his dick where ever I went. At home I would get horny just seeing someone on television who looked remotely like him--a short guy with Italian heritage, skinny with some good but not very large biceps wearing one of those blue stretch shirts that were popular in the 70s.
I was reminded of him at the mall, the bus, riding in the passenger seat of my parent's car. Every where. I kept reliving what had happened to me and I fantasized about new encounters. In his bedroom, in the bathroom, in the locker room, in the bushes, behind the grocery store. It seemed strange, I had ached for sex for a long time and once I finally had it, I ached for it even more.
What made it even more difficult was that every school day I stood just feet from him in the locker room. Him with that dark hairless skin, his white briefs disguising and at the same time outlining what I wanted most. I dared not to look at him there for fear I would set off alarm bells to everyone else. Or I might set him off and who knows what would happen then. Would he hit me? Would he expose me?
I took relief every day, sometimes twice a day. I'd hold a pair of my worn briefs to my face and pretend it was his while I furiously beat off. I could hear his voice taunting me, teasing me, telling me what a dick slut I was. I even began sitting on the toilet with my white briefs on.
The idea struck me one day by surprise while I was cleaning my room. I instantly got a hard on.
No one was home. I went into the bathroom, shut and locked the door just in case, took off all my clothes except my JC Penney briefs and sat down. I adjusted my dick so it was pointing up, just like the time I first saw Mike piss his underwear.
I was afraid to do it. It didn't seem right. But I was also so excited and tempted. It took a while.
A spurt of piss came through the white fabric. My heart starting racing and my balls tingled. I held it some more, then I let go. It flowed out, coating around the outline of my dick and spreading across both sides of the underwear. It was almost like an orgasm.
The piss dribbled down into the water. I was so turned on. I began stroking my dick with my index finger, up and down, up and down. The warmth and wetness felt to great and my dick was so sensitive. It didn't take long before I was shooting gobs of cum through the fabric.
I didn't know what was happening to me but I did enjoy it.
The following Friday Mike came up to me after school. I saw him walking but I didn't want to look at his face, afraid he might take it the wrong way. This did allow me, however, to spy the bulge in his blue jeans.
He told me to come to his house Saturday afternoon. He had something he wanted to show me. I said ok, not exactly sure what he had in mind. But I hoped it was the same thing he showed me when he asked me to come over and help him with algebra.
Mike seemed pissed when he answered the door the next.
"Yeah, get in here and follow me," he said. I became suspicious and a bit afraid. But still I lusted after the sight of his butt in his jeans and the hope that he'd take them off.
But then we walked past his room and he took me to one down the hall.
"Why don't you wait in here?" he said. "This is my brother Matt's room. He's in college and doesn't stay here much anymore, but he does come back on weekends."
Was this a trap?
"What's going on?" I said.
"Just get in there you little faggot and don't fret. You'll find out," Mike barked.
I went in and he slammed the door behind me.
This room was a bit bigger than Mike's, it had a twin bed and an attached bathroom. And the walls and shelves were filled with trophies and photos of a hot guy in baseball uniform. Must be his brother, I thought.
I studied the photos carefully. Matt was a bigger version of Mike, he had the dark skin but was much taller. His face was gorgeous. Classic jock looks. I was immediately attracted to him. I loved baseball player uniforms. I always got hard watching the Cubs and White Sox on TV. Their bulges looked so big and their butts were always well defined by the uniform.
Just inside the bathroom I spotted a pile of clothes, some jeans, sox and shirts, But near the top of the pile sat some white briefs. This got me going. Could I look at them, sniff them, without getting caught? How long would I be here? When would that door open?
I went to the door and listened for any noises outside. No voices, no footsteps.
Then I walked back to the doorway of the bathroom and casually slid myself down till I was sitting on the floor with my back propped against the door frame. I was just a few feet from the briefs, close enough to see the ridges of the fabric. Did these briefs once hug Matt's package?
I studied the positioning of the briefs so that when I replaced them they wouldn't look disturbed.
I reach out and stroked the fabric. My dick began to grow. I kept thinking of that stud in his baseball uniform, imagining that I was feeling his underwear through his pinstripes. I slowed unfolded the briefs to reveal the y-front. I hit the jackpot: there were distinctive piss stains on the right side, no doubt where this hunk's dick rested.
I told myself I'd grab the briefs for a just a minute then put them back quickly. Just enough to satisfy my hunger.
I pulled the briefs right to my face and inhaled deeply. They smelled deliciously of crotch. I stuck my tongue out to see if I could taste the piss and I could immediately feel that part of the fabric was crusty. It was dried cum. Screw it, I thought, I want this no matter what. I sucked on the fabric as hard as I could.
"Hey faggot, taste good?"
I was so startled I jumped and immediately looked around. There stood Matt, wearing a red pinsripe baseball uniform. He had a big mop of hair, tan skin and top of his jersey was unbuttoned nearly down to his navel.
"We knew you'd go for the briefs dude," he said. "You really are a cocksucker aren't you?"
I stammered a bit, still holding the briefs in my hand.
"It's ok," he said. "My little brother told me he got a fag. I taught him how to do it. He owes me so now it is my turn to use you."
Matt was about 6'2", he had blue eyes and the sexiest mouth. His uniform pants were real tight. He continued to unbutton his shirt. "My college cocksucker is out of town this weekend and I really need to rip one out after my baseball practice this morning."
He took his shirt off as he walked right up to me. He towered over me, putting both hands on his hips in the dominant position.
"You are going to service me like you serviced my piss and cum on my underwear," he said softly and firmly. "Assume the position."
It was hypnosis and desire. I got on my knees in front of him and looked up past his bulge to his gorgeous face. He could tell I wanted him by the look in my eyes.
I grabbed both of his thighs and began licking the fabric. It tasted of sweat and dirt. I worked on the right leg, gradually working up, tilting my head toward his crotch. I could feel the hardness of the cup against the back of my skull.
I went to the left leg and worked up, keeping my eye on the crotch of his uniform. Then I straightened out my knees and took my tongue up to the top of his pants, licking the pants belt and the skin of his stomach at the same time. Back and forth, all along. I began to moan and breathe heavily.
"Yeah you little fag, make love to my body, I need a big release from such a little slut," he said.
I then approached ground zero with my mouth, licking up and down outside the hardness of his cup, up and down the fly, wishing I could be there every time Matt unzipped those pants to take a piss. Wishing I could have that dick whenever I wanted it. Wishing that he'd use me whenever he wanted to get off.
I got more aggressive, trying to force my tongue underneath the sides of the cup, trying to serve his balls.
"Good fag," he said. "Get back on your haunches for a minute."
Then Matt reached down his pants and extracted the cup from his pants.
He held the outside of the cup close to my face. When I tried to lick it he laughed and pulled it back. "You want that smelly cup dickface?"
"Yes Matt, I want your cup. I want your dick. I want your piss and cum."
"Hold on greedy bastard," Matt said. "You gotta work it one at a time. My college cocksucker had to learn that. I pissed on him for a week before I let him even kiss my big dick."
"Ok Matt, I'll do whatever you say."
Matt then turned the cup around and shoved it in my face.
"Lick that thing you goddamn queer."
I held the cup like it was an oxygen mask. I nearly came.
"Now lay down on the floor," Matt said.
He straddled my chest. I looked up and was mesmerized by this guy, his body was hairless, his chest had great pecs. This certainly wasn't a high school boy. I could now see the outline of his dick in his uniform, it was standing straight up.
"My college cocksucker is my fraternity president," Matt said. "I met him when I pledged. My grades are shit but needless to say I got in. He loves my dick and he loves my piss. He loves it when I piss down his throat, in his face, he drinks my piss in the library and in big lecture halls. If he were here he'd be begging for my piss right now."
That was my cue.
"Yeah, please Matt, let me be your piss pig. You can piss me however you want to. I want your piss so bad Matt, I've wanted it ever since I saw here pictures on the wall. Please Matt, please..."
Piss started flowing right out of his dick tower and spread quickly through the uniform's crotch. I quickly scooted down a bit and stuck my tongue out to capture any dribble coming off his big bulge.
"Thank you Matt, thank you for your piss."
"Fuck you," he said. Then he stood up over me and unzipped his pants, pulling the wet uniform pants and throwing them into the bathroom. He was wearing nothing but his jockstrap.
"Ok piss slut, you want my dick?" He looked down at me. Drops of piss were still raining down on me.
"Yes sir, I want your dick more than anything," I said.
I had never seen a bulge so big. He had gotten really hard and it showed in the jock. I didn't want to wait any more, I got on my knees and put my mouth on the jock. I was kissing his big dick and at the same time sucking the piss out of his jock. I wanted this college boy more than anything. Maybe I could be his full time cocksucker.
"You got nerve you little fag," he said. "Suck that big dick through my jock you little whore."
I worshipped it for at least 10 minutes. My knees ached and my jaw got tired but I was determined to prove myself. I fed off his masculinity.
"Ok enough slut, get down on the floor in the bathroom," he said.
I laid down on the cold white hexagonal tile. As I looked up, he pulled off his jock, one leg after another, letting me see his big dick.
He walked to me and straddled me again, then he shoved the wet jock in my mouth. He put both of his hands on my head so I couldn't move it, then he moved his dick to within inches of my face.
"Pull your little dick out queer boy and start jacking. Show me how much you want it."
It was hard to get me arms through is legs but I managed to unzip and pull my dick out. It was already slick with precum. I dutifully stroked as I looked at the monster cock staring me in the face. It had a huge head, it was real thick with some rings. I wanted it in my mouth so bad. I started sucking on the wet jock even more.
"You think you earned this dick?" he asked. "Huh? You think you are worth it?"
I kept nodding yes, jerkng and jerking like crazy to show him how much I wanted it.
He then grabbed his dick and beat it against my face. Oh fuck, this was great. It wasn't in my mouth but it was touching me. He then started rubbing it over my eyes, my nose, my cheeks.
"You are a little cock slut," he said.
Then he pulled back.
"Stare at that dick boy, think about its power. You want it. You want everything from it."
I was about ready to shoot. Fuck, I didn't want to ruin this.
"But fucker this is all you get," he said.
A big stream of piss shot out of his hole, soaking my face and the jock in my mouth.
That was enough. The cum came of me and I used my left hand to shield the shot so it wouldn't hit the straight college boy.
He laughed as we pissed more and more.
"Take that faggot, just another piss boy I got here."
After he stopped pissing he stood up and ordered me to clean up the piss mess on the floor. I used some towels and a sponge I found on the floor to wipe it up.
"Ok dickhead, get the fuck out of here and take care of my brother. You got your little reward today. But I might not be through with you."