Date: Wed, 13 Apr 2016 21:00:18 -0400 From: Jason Subject: becoming-a-piss-faggot part 1 Disclaimer, disclaimer, blah blah blah. Let me know what you think: cum.n.piss.fag@gmail.com Feel free to distribute and repost, but keep my e-mail on it. ******************************************** When I was a kid, I used to go to the beach with my mom and her sisters. They'd set up shop, and I'd go exploring. They wanted to keep me in eyesight until I was 13, when they let me just go off on my own and told me when to be back. Around the same time, even though I was a slender kid, I started to get very puffy nipples. I even grew a small amount of breast tissue. My mom took me to the doc who said there was really nothing to do. Just wait to see if it goes away or have surgery after puberty. But nothing right now. I developed a fascination with men's chests. So going to the beach was a great outlet for me. When I'd see a nice chest, though, I would pop a boner. So I started going off on my own as soon as we got there, leaving my mom and aunts to themselves. I learned pretty quickly that if you walked all the way down to the end of the beach and past a large, hard-to-navigate outcropping of rocks, you came to a section of rocks where men went to sunbathe nude. Behind the rocks, there was a seriously thick growth of grass and trees, so not only were the rocks pretty isolated (except from themselves), but the trails in the grass were also very isolated. Of course, because of my chest (and what I thought to be an undersized dick), I kept my clothes on. But I'd sit and stare by the hour. Eventually, men started approaching me to lie down next to. One man, who was in his mid-thirties, took a shine to me right away. Muscular chest, uncut cock (I'd never seen one before!) and very curious about me. He sat next to me and started talking. Then he laid out. We were pretty high up on the rocks where the grass began, so we could see people coming from the rocks and usually hear them coming from the grass. We talked about school and music. he asked me to put lotion on his back while we talked. I was in heaven. He made me work it all over his ass and deep into the muscles of his back. I was rock hard. Abruptly, he turned over. he looked at me, and got pretty authoritative. He said "You can put lotion on my front, but you have to get naked too." I froze. I didn't know what to do or say. I just stared at his body, then his face, then his body again, completely unsure of where to go next. He continued, "It's ok to be embarrassed. I've seen your chest through your shirt. Now I want to see it uncovered. And the rest of you too. If you don't want to, you can leave right now." He sat up and looked me in the eye. He told me to sit next to him. Then he said, "Jason, don't do a thing. You don't have to say anything. But I'm going to take your shirt off." That's what he did. He reached over and tugged my shirt up under my armpits. I reluctantly raised my arms, and he pulled it off the rest of the way. My hands went immediately to cover my chest. He pulled them away. "Don't cover up, Jason. Let me see you." Then he rubbed my nipples with his thumbs. I knew right then that I'd do whatever this man wanted me to. The shockwaves through my body were electric. It wasn't what it felt like when I touched myself at all. He told me to sit between his legs and lean against him. He put his backpack behind him for support, and I leaned into this bronze god. He reached up and stroked my nipples for a few more minutes before saying anything. "So you're starting to grow breasts, Jason. Is that embarrassing for you? I want you to answer me right away, or I'll stop touching you." "Yes," I said. "Yes what," he replied. "Say it." "I'm starting to grow breasts," I replied sheepishly. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked. I didn't answer but he stopped pushing. He stroked my chest for a while and I just lay there, feeling good. He asked me all sorts of questions, but not quickly. He wanted to hear about how the other boys made fun of me and the names they called me. He asked if they ever touched me (they hadn't). He told me to remove my swimsuit while we talked. He said it was ok for me to touch myself. Then he asked about the boys calling me a faggot. "Do you think they're right, Jason, when they call you a faggot?" "I... don't know..." "Do you feel like a faggot? Leaning here on my while I play with your boy breasts? Do real boys grow breasts, Jason?" "No, they don't." "So then, do you feel like a faggot?" Every time he said "faggot," his fingers would move lightly across the very tip of my nipples. I replied, quietly, "Yes." "That's good, Jason. You know what that means? It means we get to have all kinds of fun together. But today; today it means you get to taste my cock. Would you like to taste my huge cock, faggot? I gulped and nodded "Yes." "Turn over. I want to see you looking at my dick. Jason, you're going to taste not only the skin of my cock, but what comes out of it as well. Did you know that faggots like the taste of cum and piss?" "No, sir! Piss?!" "Yes, Jason. Open your mouth. I'm going to give you a little taste." He grabbed the base of his cock and my chin. He aimed and told me to look at him. He let go a stream of piss on my boy breasts and then slowly up to my chin and in my mouth. He made sure I got a good mouthful then he pushed my mouth shut. "I want you to swallow, right now, faggot." There wasn't very much piss in my mouth; I was facing downward. But I thought about it for a second, then I swallowed. "GOOD BOY!" he growled. He told me to open my mouth and kept pissing on me and in my mouth. When he was done, he brought me back up to lean on him. he started massaging my breasts again saying, "Jason, you did so well. You really are a good little faggot boy. I'm going to rub my cock on your back and I want you to come. You know, now that you've drunk piss, you're a piss drinker. You'll never not be a faggot urinal, Jason. A boy who drinks piss from real men who know how to use him. Are you close, faggot? Tell me when you're coming, and tell me you're coming because I'm touching your breasts." I gasped a few times. I felt his big prick in my back. then I felt the wave of my orgasm wash through me. "I'm coming, Sir! I'm coming because you're touching my faggot breasts! I'm coming because I drank your piss!" I blew a huge load all over my front. He blew a huge load all over my back between our bodies. It lasted quite a while, and I just lay there in his arms. He started to finger the cum up from my body. He rubbed a little into my boy breasts. He told me to taste some. "You're a good faggot, Jason."