Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2016 00:13:14 -0400 From: Jason Subject: becoming-a-piss-faggot part 2 Same disclaimer: Don't read if you're offended or it's illegal. Give money to Nifty to keep things going! Becoming A Piss Faggot, Part 2 As I got dressed to leave, the man stuck out his hand and said his name was Steve. He said he was there on weekends usually, and that he hoped to see me again. I said I only came down with my mom, and it would be weird to stick around too long. Steve just smiled and said to come find him again. So I put my clothes on and left to go rejoin my mom and her sisters. That night, I was awash in emotions when I got home. I had rinsed off in the water when Steve was done with me, but I had kept my mouth shut. I could still smell the piss from his cock on my breath. I wanted to ... I didn't know what I wanted to do. My dad greeted me with his usual dismissive "Hello" when he came home and walked past my room. He continued on into his own to change. I hadn't thought about my dad since I'd met my new "friend" on the beach. A few minutes later, I woke from my daydreaming with the sudden urge to piss. I shook my head and collected my thoughts. Then I went to the bathroom to piss. I stood at the toilet with my little penis in my hands. I kept trying to pee, but nothing would come out. Instead, my penis rose to its full inauspicious length of two and a half inches. I don't know what came over me, but I pulled my shirt up and hooked the front park in back of my head. This made my budding boy breast stand out. I reached up to play with them, remembering how Steve had made me feel by playing with them and calling me exactly what I was: a faggot. I must have been in there a little too long, because the next thing I knew, the door opened and there stood my dad, just kind of looking at me like he was a deer caught in headlights. My tiny cock hard, my hands squeezing my breasts together so they stood out more... My dad simply said, "Finish up in here." He shut the door and left. I was so embarrassed. But he never mentioned it again. I figured he forgot about it. A couple of weeks later, my mom, her sister and I were off to the beach again. I was scared, excited, exhilarated, nervous, anticipatory, reticent, eager, and every other conflicting emotion you can mention. When the women made camp, I was off like a shot. But I had to search for an hour before I found Steve. He was walking around, like I was, and not laying out. I must admit I was disappointed. "Hi, faggot," he said as he approached. I glanced around to make sure no one heard. "Don't be a prude, fag. Everyone looking can tell." At that, he put his hand out and squeezed a nipple. I turned beet red, but stayed where I was. "Hello, Sir," I forced out meekly. "I'm glad I ran into you, faggot. I'd like to take you to my place to visit. It's just up the street from the beach. I've got a pool and a nice yard. Why don't you come stay for the afternoon?" "But my mom... How will I...?" "You think I wouldn't think of that?" he smirked. He took out his phone and dialed a number. "Hey we're down by the beach. My usual spot. Come down, in your skimpiest suit." He hung up. "Who was that?" My curiosity was piqued and my nerves were on fire. "That was your new friend, Scott," Steve answered. He's almost like you, but he looks like a boy." Again, he reached out and squeezed a nipple. I got red again and then started as I heard Steve's name being called. He turned and waved to the thin boy who was walking towards us. "Jason, this is Scott. Scott, this is the ..." Scott interrupted him. "The faggot with the boy breasts? Wow, I thought you were kidding. But here they are!" Scott reached forward and jiggled one my breasts through my shirt. "There will be plenty of time for that later, boy," Steve said. "Now, Jason. You're going to take Scott here back to where your mom is. You'll explain that you made a friend and are going to hang out with him. You'll ask when you have to be back. It won't weird at all that you're asking for extra time since you won't be alone." "Scott grabbed my hand and off we went to the main part of the beach. "Listen, just let me do the talking when we find your mom." I paused. "Are you sure you want to go to the beach in... that?" I indicated his really skimpy speedo. "Hell yeah!" came the reply. "If I go on the beach in this suit, Steve will tickle me `til I come all over myself! Besides, it's not like I have much to cover. I indicated his small bulge. "At least I'm not packing boy tits!" As Scott stood there giggling, I took him in. He stood a little taller than me at around 5'4". He was skinny like me, but had some more definition in his arms. He was tan all over, and seemed a little older. He had wispy hair under his arms, blonde like the mop on his head. His dark brown eyes seemed to belong to someone else. There was a glint in them when he smiled that said, "I'm up to no good, but I'm too cute for you to care." I wondered how this was going to go down with my mom... "How are we going to convince her? My mom, I mean. You're some kid I met on the beach, and we're going to some guy's house to hang out?" "Oh wow. You really are a green faggot, aren't you? All breasts and no brains. We're telling her that we're hanging out and might be going to MY house. As far as she'll know, I'm your friend and Scott is my DAD. Makes it hotter, too, when you think about it..." I did think about it. I thought about my dad catching me in the bathroom. We reached my mom and I made the introductions, stammering all over myself from nervousness. She seemed only too happy to give me her blessing to go off with a new friend. She said she was glad I wouldn't be alone. I got my curfew of 4PM so I could join them and not miss dinner. "Ma'am," said Scott, "If you'd care to make it six, Jason can eat with us. My dad just caught a bunch of fish this morning, and we'll have plenty of food for three." "All right then," she said. "You boys have fun!" It was like we were roadrunners being chased by a coyote. I followed Scott to Steve's house, and he opened the door. As soon as I was inside, I heard Steve call out, "We're out back!" "We?" I whispered to Scott. "Who's `We'?" "I have no idea," said Scott as he stripped out of his suit and stood there, waiting for me. His cock was little, but still bigger than mine. "Steve doesn't really like to wait. You'd better get naked." I hesitated. "Come on, faggot. Show me your breasts and your little dick. Steve says it's smaller than mine. Don't worry. I'm kind of a faggot too, but I'm not really into being embarrassed like you. Your cock tells me everything." With that, he reached forward and started to take off my shirt. Again, I let myself be disrobed. "Wow," said Scott. "How do you shower at school?" I didn't answer, but took off my shorts and slipped out of my sandals. Scott grabbed my hand and led me to the back yard. There stood Steve, as beautiful and as naked as I remember him. Next to him was a man of similar height, perhaps 6'1", and even more muscular. His skin was as smooth and dark as I'd ever seen on a black man. But his cock... WOW! It was soft and almost twice as big as Steve's. Steve stated simply, "We're waiting." Scott looked at me and said, "Why don't you take Steve. I hope you're thirsty!" With that he strode forward and knelt in front of that beautiful long cock. I slowly went forward to Steve. "Jason, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. Just like before. But if you don't get on your knees and drink my piss in front of my friend Edson here, I won't touch your faggot breasts all day." Something in me snapped. I fell to my knees and opened my mouth. Edson laughed and Scott looked over at him. "What did I tell you? He's ready." Then his flow began... More to come...