Date: Sun, 20 Nov 2005 10:07:23 -0600
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: It Started with Tom, Ch. 2

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual
sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of
18 or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and
bisexual activity as well as water sports, diapers, cross-dressing and other
fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims.



It Started with Tom (Bisexual, Urination, TV)

Chapter Two


Tom had answered a dozen questions for me while we drove home from the State
Fair. Now that we were both wearing diapers and wetting them before we did
anything else, it seemed like the perfect time to ask a few more. And as
best I can recall, I must have asked a dozen, dozen. My biggest concern was
the 'queer' thing and I jumped in with that as soon as Tom told me how cute
I looked in my mom's nightie. Everyone at school knew you didn't want to be
queer.

"Are the guys that dress up as girls queer?" I wanted to know.

Tom looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before answering. "Some are I'm
sure. But how many I don't know. Some of them are married and don't fool
around with guys at all. And some of them really want to be girls and have a
sex change and don't consider themselves to be queer because in their minds
they really are girls with the wrong sex parts. Really I guess for a lot of
them, it depends on how they're dressed. They just like to play different
roles. If they're dressed as a guy, they like girls and if they're dressed
like a girl, they want to do it with guys."

"I think that's what I'd want to do," I told him, thinking out loud. It
seemed to offer the most opportunities.

"Well you have lots of time to decide. You don't have to jump to any
conclusions this weekend. But if you want to try being a girl, we could
dress you up like one tomorrow."

"Did you ever dress up like a girl?" I asked, working my way into the first
dozen questions.

"Yeah, a few times."

"Who did you dress up with?"

"Roger and my sisters."

"At the same time?"

"No, not at the same time. Sometimes I dressed up in my sisters clothes with
Roger and sometimes my sisters dressed me up to play with them."

"Did you do it with your sisters? That would be so cool to have a sister you
could do it with."

"Yeah, having sisters is okay sometimes. But we didn't fuck if that's what
you mean. We did other thing though."

"Like what?

"We just used our hands and mouths on each other."

"Did your sister suck you?"

"Yeah."

"Which one?"

"Both."

"At the same time?" I was really getting excited now.

He laughed and told me, "No, not at the same time. That would be awesome."

"Did you suck them?"

He got another laugh from my terminology and explained, "Yeah, but it's not
called 'sucking' when you do it to a girl. It's called eating pussy and
mostly you lick her."

"How? I want to try that."

"I'm sure when you get a little older you'll get a chance. A lot of the
girls at my school will let a guy lick them and will suck his cock but won't
let a guy fuck them."

"How come?"

He shrugged. "Don't know. I guess each one has her own reason. Some say they
want to be virgins and some want to fuck but are afraid of getting pregnant
and their folks won't let her take the pill."

"What's a pill?" I asked, working my way into the second dozen.

Tom then explained to me about birth control pills and condoms and ways to
keep a girl from getting pregnant. Each answer he gave me seemed to evoke at
least another question, if not two or three. Eventually I got back around to
more personal issues.

"Ever fuck a girl?" I asked.

"Yeah, a couple of them."

"What was it like?"

"Beats the hell out of jacking off."

"What's 'jacking off'?"

"Playing with your dick until you cum."

"Guys can make themselves cum without anyone to help?" I asked, intrigued.
This was certainly something that my dad had failed to mention. "How do they
do that?"

"Do you ever play with your cock when it gets hard?" He asked, at the same
time he moved his hand in a stroking motion to help me understand.

"Sometimes, a little, when I take a shower after I take off my diaper. But I
stop when it starts to hurt."

Again he laughed, but quickly explained, "I used to think that too. But it
doesn't really hurt like when you get hit or banged up or anything. It just
feels real good if you keep doing it until you cum."

"I want to try it," I decided immediately.

"I'm not sure you can cum yet. Just keep your diaper on for now and we can
try it when we go to bed."

"It's passed my bedtime already," I persisted. "Let's go to bed now."

I guess Tom was holding back, still not sure how involved he wanted to get
with a boy my age. But any reservations he might have had were no match
against teenage hormones. "Want to sleep in your parent's bed?" he finally
asked. "It's got more room."

While it was true that my parents brand-new king size bed was bigger than
the double bed in my room, my bed had one feature my parent's bed didn't.
"My bed has a plastic cover in case my diaper leaks," I told him succinctly.
When he didn't seem to figure that out by himself, I explained. "Sometimes I
seem to pee more than others and my diaper leaks a little. And I've never
gone to bed with my diaper already wet. If I pee in my sleep in a diaper
that's already wet, I'm sure it will leak. And if I wet my folks new bed,
I'm sure they'll kill me."

Tom agreed with my reasoning and after turning out all the lights, we
snuggled together in my bed. I wanted to get at his cock and resume sucking
it, but he wouldn't let me. "I want to make you cum," I pleaded.

"I want to make you cum first so you know what it's like," he countered.

Then he moved in behind me so that we were both laying on our sides. With
his arms around me, again I had my diapered butt rubbing against his
diapered erection. As we rubbed against one another, he worked one hand
inside the front of my diaper to hold my hard little pecker in his fingers.
Then he began stroking it with ever increasing speed. But when it started to
feel funny, instead of stopping like I'd done, he just kept going until I
got the most intense, throbbing feeling in my whole crotch. It was sort of
like when I had to pee and couldn't and then when it finally started and the
pee gushed out - only this felt ten times more powerful. I think it scared
me more than thrilled me that first time, but I couldn't wait to try it
again by myself and share this new experience with my buddy Jake.

Tom could tell I was trying to shoot and reduced his stroking to more of a
milking motion. Then he pulled his hand out and brought his fingers to his
mouth to lick them like I'd done earlier when I'd tasted his pee. "I think
you shot some cum," he told me after licking his fingers. "You might be more
ready for sex than I thought. I think I was a year or two older than you
before I could cum."

"Now can I do you?" I persisted.

"Yeah, sure. If you don't want to swallow it, I'll let you know when I'm
gonna shoot."

As he was saying that, he was pushing down the front of his diaper. The only
light in the room was the glow from my 'Brooklyn Dodgers' lighted baseball
clock on the wall beside my bed. But it was enough light that when Tom's
cock was exposed, I could see it glistened with his piss. So like the girls
in the Mexican sex show that he'd told me about, I began to lick every inch
of exposed wet skin, getting more excited by the taste of his piss, and then
began in earnest to suck Tom's cock. Nothing he'd told me up to that point
had made it sound like there was any reason not to swallow cum, so when he
warned me he was going to shoot and held my head still, I eagerly awaited
his creamy discharge.

I guess that first taste of Tom's cum was like the feeling I had that
morning when I'd purposely peed in my diaper for the first time. It was
strange. It was different. It was tremendously exciting, and I knew I'd be
taking advantage of every opportunity to do it again.

What happened after that is a blur. Tom told me the next day that I'd fallen
asleep with his cock in my mouth and I don't doubt that at all. I'd had my
first taste of pee, cock, and cum and didn't care a hoot about whatever
names or connotations went with it.

And while Tom might have felt a little pang of guilt the next day had he had
the chance to think about it, I felt none at all and was busy licking his
morning erection when he woke up.

"Shit Sammy, I think I've created a monster," he told me as he gathered his
senses.

I just smiled up at him and quit licking to begin sucking. He was close to
cumming when I suddenly realized how badly I needed to pee. I knew my diaper
couldn't hold it, as it was already very wet. "I need to go pee," I told
him.

"You're wearing a diaper dude," he reminded me.

"Yeah but it's already wet."

"Does it matter if you get your sheets wet?"

"No, not really," I told him, assuming he wanted me to make my diaper leak.

"Then pee in mine." He moved up in the bed a little and then sat up with his
legs spread. His diaper was pushed down half way to his balls and he hooked
his thumbs in the waist on either side of his cock and held the waist of his
diaper as far out from his belly as possible.

If that was how he wanted me to pee in his diaper, I knew I'd be peeing on
his cock too and I found that thought equally as thrilling. I'd just tasted
it when it had been soaked in his own piss - how would it taste after I'd
covered it with my pee? I had to work the front of my diaper down as Tom had
done his, and when I finally had my cock out, it took a while for my pee to
begin to flow. But when it did and softened my cock, I was able to drench
Tom's belly, cock and diaper. It didn't bother me at all that my bed was
also getting soaked. As soon as I finished, I fell face forward into Tom's
lap to taste what I had done.

As I resumed sucking his cock, he asked me questions like, "Do you like the
taste of pee?" and "Do you like sucking my cock?" Instead of stopping to
answer, I nodded my head vigorously. He must have really enjoyed that
sensation from my nodding head, as he continued to ask me similar questions
that I could answer in the affirmative.

One question he asked and I answered with a vigorous nod was if I wanted to
swallow his cum. But when he began to shoot in my mouth, and I realized what
was happening, I pulled off to watch. I wanted to see what it looked like
when he shot cum. Some of the white cream splattered on my face, some on
Tom's belly, and some of it flowed from the pee hole in his cock head and
ran down the sides onto the hand that I had around the base of his cock. It
was an awesome sight and when he finished, I began to lick it all up,
starting with my fist and fingers, then his belly, and then his cock.

"Shit Sammy, you're better than any girl or guy I've ever had."

"Better than my dad?"

"Shit yeah," he told me.

Achieving an age where you can do anything better than your dad is a
tremendous milestone in any young man's life. And while I was absolutely
certain that I'd never be able to go to my dad and tell him, "Guess what
Dad? Tom says I suck cock better than you," I was proud none-the-less to
attain that accomplishment.

But my learning experiences were far from over. "My turn to pee," Tom told
me. I assumed he wanted to pee in my diaper like I'd done in his, but he had
his own ideas.

"The bed's already wet so it won't hurt to get it wetter. Take off your
plastic pants but leave your diaper on and lay in the middle of the bed."

When I'd done as told, he knelt between my legs and began to pee on the
front of my diaper. That felt good, but I wanted to feel his hot piss
directly on my prick so I pushed the front of the diaper down and let him
splatter pee on my cock. Feeling the hot pee on the underside of my prick
made it swell rigidly and I think I might have shot off if he'd kept it up.
Instead he aimed his flow higher, soaking the front of the nightie and then
my face. Instinctively, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth and let him pee
down my throat.

When he finished, he fell forward so that his body was stretched out on top
of mine. I was soaked with pee from head to foot and it didn't bother Tom at
all. "If you like, we can keep playing like this until tomorrow."

"Yes, please," I almost begged.

"How about if we keep our diapers on until after breakfast and then we can
take a shower together and I'll see if I can find some of your mom's things
to make a big girl out of you?"

Of course I agreed to his suggestion. At that point if he'd asked me to play
blindfolded in heavy traffic, I would have agreed if he'd let me keep my
diaper and piss soaked nightie on. So I put my plastic panties back on and
we both tightened up the diaper pins holding our soggy diapers and off the
kitchen we went.

As we ate our bowls of cereal, Tom explained that what he'd done to me,
pissing on me from head to foot, was called a 'Golden Shower'. And drinking
pee, he said, was a 'Golden Fountain'. I asked where he'd gotten all this
information and he told me from books and magazines. Roger had come from
come across a book on sexual fetishes when they were younger and had given
it to Tom. So then I had him explain what a 'fetish' was and asked how many
he'd tried.

"A few," he told me, not going into detail.

"Can I borrow the book?"

"I wish I still had it. I'd be glad to let you borrow it. But a friend of
mine borrowed it and his parents found it. The dumb-ass told his folks that
he'd borrowed it from me and they told my folks."

"What did your folks say?"

"I didn't tell them I got it from Roger. He'd already moved out and I guess
I could have. I told them I found it in a box of books at our school paper
drive. I'm not sure if Allen's folks threw it out or if they gave it to my
mom and dad and they got rid of it. Either way, it got thrown out and I
wouldn't know where to begin to get another."

"Did you and Allen try any of the things in the book?"

Tom smiled and again didn't go into detail. "A few," he told me. "Now quit
asking so many questions and finish your cereal so we can get you dressed as
'Miss Sami'. And don't forget, we need to wash your sheets and these diapers
so we have something to wear tonight."

I'm not sure, but there's a good chance I picked up my bowl of cereal in
both hands so I could gulp it down, milk, Cheerios and all. I was in a rush
to try something new and I don't know which thought thrilled me more; being
naked in the shower with Tom, or getting dressed as a girl and spending the
day with him as his girlfriend, or the prospect of another night in bed in
wet diapers. I just know the thought of it all made my head swim.

And I was already thinking about later in the week, when Tom went home and
how much of what had happened I could tell Jake about and how much he might
be willing to try with me. For instance, I could get but a couple of inches
of Tom's cock in my mouth, but I was sure I could suck in all of Jake's - if
he'd let me. And a couple of times when we'd been playing in the woods near
Jake's house, we had a contest to see who could pee the furthest. Jake
almost always won and could pee both further and longer than me. I wondered
if I could talk him into pissing on me - maybe make it a bet or a dare or
something like that. We'd played around and had done it accidentally. I was
sure there was some way I could get him to do it on purpose.

After we'd both finished eating, instead of hopping in the shower as I'd
hoped, Tom sat at the table telling me stories about some of the adventures
he'd had with his high school buddies. None of them were sexual, which
seemed to be all I could think about, so I didn't pay that much attention.
But he mentioned Allen several times and finally I asked, "So what all did
you and Allen do before the book got thrown away?"

He paused to consider how much he could or should tell me, then deciding
there wasn't any chance of me ever meeting Allen, he told me, "A bunch.
Mostly it was getting Allen dressed up like a girl. He likes to call himself
'Alison' when he's dressed in his sister's clothes."

"Did you dress up with him? You said you wore your sister's clothes too."

"Yeah, we did that a few times. But mostly Allen liked to be the woman and
wanted me to be the man."

"And then he'd suck you off?"

"Usually. He didn't care if I sucked him or not, as long as he got to suck
me. And a bunch of other guys I think. He says no, but the rumor going
around school is that Allen is a sissy and likes to suck off guys. I know
I've never said anything to anyone, so I'm pretty sure he does other guys
too."

"Are all sissies cocksuckers or all cocksuckers sissies?"

"No way. Your dad and I have sucked each other and we aren't sissies. And
just because you wear wet diapers or lady's lingerie or suck cock doesn't
necessarily make you a sissy."

If that didn't qualify you, I was at a loss as to what did. So I asked.
"What do you have to do to become a sissy?"

"It's something that guys tease each other about if they act at all feminine
or do anything that a girl might do. If you dressed up all the time, yeah,
you'd be a sissy. But just doing it for fun is different." I guess the look
on my face told him the difference was lost on me. "Okay, let me explain
some more. If a guy dresses up and acts like a girl once in a while, he's
just fucking around. But if a guy acts like a girl all the time - even if he
doesn't dress up - then he's probably a sissy. In Allen's case, sometimes I
think he's a girl that dresses like a guy and tries his best to act like
one."

I thought about it and it sort of made sense, but I wanted to be sure before
I got into something that might ruin my reputation. My folks were always
telling me how important your reputation could be. "So if you dress me like
a girl and I like it, as long as I don't do it all the time or start acting
like a girl when I'm not dressed like one, then I'm not a sissy?"

"Yeah, that's about it. If you still want to do it - or even if you don't -
we ought to get in the shower."

I was ready and in more ways than one. As we walked to the bathroom to
shower, even through the thickness of the soggy diaper, I could tell my
pecker was hard again.

In the shower, it was obvious to Tom that I was sexually aroused. His cock
was neither hard nor soft. It was swollen some but not standing proudly like
it had been earlier. But it got hard in a hurry when I began to soap it for
him.

Tom smiled at me as I washed his cock and balls with my soapy hands, running
my fingers through his curly pubic hair. "As much as you like playing with
my prick, I'm surprised you haven't done anything like this with one of your
friends."

I told him about Jake and how we'd gotten naked together and compared our
dicks, even putting them side by side to see whose was the longest. But I'd
never touched Jake's and he'd never touched mine.

"Would you like to play with his?"

"Maybe." Then realizing there was no 'maybe' to it and that Tom knew that, I
added, "Yeah, sure. I guess so."

"Think he'd like to play with yours?"

To that I gave him an honest 'maybe' since I really didn't know how far Jake
might want to go. I knew I'd love for us to play with each other's pricks,
but had no idea how Jake felt about it.

"What do you think he'd do if he saw you dressed as a girl?"

To speed things along, Tom had turned me so my back was toward him and I had
to answer over my shoulder, "Don't know. He teases me about my diapers, but
he never says anything about it to the other kids at school. So I guess he'd
be cool about it."

"Do you think you'd like to try being his girlfriend?"

I was sure what Tom meant was sucking my buddy's cock while dressed as a
girl and that fit with the fantasies I'd been nurturing already. "Yeah," I
answered, sort of dreamily. "I'd like that."

Chapters 3 & 4 to follow.

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