Date: Mon, 8 Jan 2001 03:03:30 -0800 (PST)
From: einhard <einhard@excite.com>
Subject: Me and Brad V

Me and Brad V  (m/t, oral, anal, inc, WS)

by einhard


PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters
don't exist, and the stuff they do, never happened. Now, I hope you enjoy
the story.


The next morning came round real quickly. Small wonder, when you make a date
for 5:30 am. Brad was ready before me, and after a small breakfast, we
started out. We both had fishing tackle and backpacks. Brad's was a bit
heavier than mine, because he was carrying some more stuff, including four
bottles of water.

"So, how far is it to this little lake where you fish, Brad?"

"About an hour's walk. Maybe a bit longer with you tagging along."

"What, you think I'm slow, do you?"

"No, it's just that Tim and me, we both know the paths well. You don't."

"I guess your're right. Now, about Tim."

"Yeah?"

"How long have you and he been fooling around?"

"Since his family moved here about four years ago. I didn't know him before
that."

"Really? I thought you'd been friends like, forever."

"Nah. You see, his dad's a lawyer and a navy officer. I mean, he used to be
a lawyer in the Navy, and they moved around all over the country. Overseas,
too. And then he retired from the Navy and came to work for a firm in town."

"A military man, huh? What does he do, then, run his house like boot camp?"

"A bit. I guess that's the main reason Tim is the way he is."

"How do you mean?"

Brad halted and took one of the waterbottles out of his backpack. He took a
large swig and handed it to me. I refused at first, but he insisted, winking
his eye at me. Ah! It was going to be like that, was it? I drank.

"Well, you see, Tim is, like, a really independent spirit, and discipline is
not what he likes best. He can get a bit mean if you try to boss him."

"He's an independent spirit? I always had you pegged that way."

"Sure, I am, too. But I'm, like, maybe a seven on the scale of indepencence
of mind. Tim's an easy ten. That's probably why we fought so much at first.
I had always been bossing Robbie and Katie around, and I tried it with him,
too. Bad idea. So after a while I just accepted that if anybody was gonna be
the boss in our friendship, it would be him. It worked better after that.
Some more water, Tommy?"

"Sure. So, was that when you started having sex?"

"Yeah."

"And the piss thing? Was that your idea, or his?"

"Mine. Did you know I was a bedwetter 'til I was 11? I mean, a compulsive
bedwetter?"

"No, I didn't."

"Well, I was, and my folks took me to all kinds of doctors. Shrinks, even,
but in the end they decided it was mainly physiological, and they made me do
all sorts of training and stuff. It worked, too."

"So, how come you're still pissing all over the place?"

"I guess I just liked it too much to give it up. So, when I felt things were
gettin' better, and I had control of my bladder, I started wetting my bed
and pissing my pants on purpose. I made sure I only did it periodically, so
everybody would think it only happened when I was stressed."

"Crafty little devil, aren't you?"

He chuckled.

"Yeah, but it sure makes for a comfortable existence. More water?"

I drank deeply, and the first bottle was empty. A pleasant fullness was
starting in my bladder, and we walked on in silence for a few minutes.

"So, you wanna hear more about me and Tim?"

"Sure, kid, go on."

"Okay, but for your own safety, don't call me "kid", okay?"

"What are you gonna do? Piss on me?"

"I just might." He flashed me a big grin, and handed me water bottle # 2,
which he was carrying in his hand.

"Anyway, I kept on pissing here and there for the next couple of years. I
developed a pattern with periods when I was pissing myself a lot, and other
periods when I didn't do it at all.

So, the 'rents decided they would just have to let things take their course.
And they started buying me bed pads and diapers. The bed pads were great,
'cause I love pissing the bed. Diapers are uncool, though. They're so bulky,
and they absorb so much. I like to feel wet. Like this."

He stopped and turned around, facing me. In just a few moments, I saw a dark
patch spreading over the front of his tight cut-offs, and a big smile
spreading on his mug. As the shorts got saturated, the piss started running
down his legs into his shoes and on the ground.

"Mmh, this is good. Why don't you do it, too, Tom?"

"Hold on, I'll try."

My dick had started rising as I watched my younger cousin pissing his
clothes out in the woods, so I first had to try getting it down again. I
regretted wearing such loose shorts.

"If you really wanna get those shorts wet, adjust your dick so it's pointing
up and then pull the fabric back. That'll make it tighter in front."

I did what he told me, and shortly I felt the warm fluid seeping through and
down my legs. Soo nice! I could do it all day if I only could. Or whatever.
You know what I mean.

After we finished, Brad ground his crotch against mine, put a hand in
between and then lifted it up to lick it. He did it again, offering his
pissy fingers to me. Yum!

We moved on.

"So, this happened when you were 11, right?"

"Yeah. Or that's when I started doing it on purpose. It took a while to
develop my pattern.

Then I met Brad when I was almost 14. As I said, we fought a lot for a
while, and neither of us really wanted to be with the other. But we were
family, and we lived close to each other. His mom is my dad's sister, you
know. So we were sort of thrown together."

"Yeah, that can be a drag."

"Well, after I stopped trying to boss him, things got better. And then he
introduced me to sex. He'd been fucking around with guys since he was 9, I
think, so he knew lots of stuff. It only took a week from the first time he
persuaded me to touch his prick until he had it up my ass. I guess I was an
easy prey, huh?"

"Sure sounds like it. But I thought you said the piss stuff was your idea."

"It was. Not really an idea, though, more of an accident. One day we were
wrestling in the water, and you know I'm a good swimmer. Tim's not bad, but
I'm a lot better. So anyway, I was fooling around, swimming underwater and
pinching him in the nuts and stuff, when he threw a boner. That wasn't
unusual, but I got this idea I wanted to suck him off underwater. You know,
a swimmer has to be able to hold his breath for a really long time, so I
wanted to try to make him cum without getting up for air.

He really liked that, and he came quickly. But I guess he needed to pee
badly. So, when I just kept his dick in my mouth after he'd finished
cumming, he tried to pull me up, but I wouldn't budge. Then he couldn't hold
it anymore, and he started pissing hard in my mouth. I was pretty shocked, I
can tell you. I released him, and came up, his piss still in my mouth. I
wanted to spit it in his face, but then I had to take a deep breath first. I
didn't get it down my windpipe, but I accidentally swallowed it. And then I
realized I had enjoyed it, 'cause I was so hard. It felt like I'd never been
so excited before.

And that was it. I told him I really enjoyed it, and he wanted to try it as
well, so we spent the next couple of hours pissing on each other as much as
we could. We probably recycled our piss several times, so in the end I was,
like, giving him his piss back and vice versa."

"Wow, that's hot. You got some more water in that bottle?"

"Sure."

I drank deeply, finishing the bottle, then gave Brad a big smile.

"Is it long before we're there?"

"About ten minutes. Why?"

"I gotta go again."

"Great. Just wait a minute, okay?"

I was a little puzzled, but I agreed. Then Brad got on his knees in front of
me, found my semi-hard dick underneath the fabric of the loose shorts, and
took it in his mouth without bringing it in the open. He nodded slightly,
and I let loose. It was a novelty, that's for sure. Pissing in my shorts and
at the same time in his mouth. Nice, though. When I finished, he came up to
kiss me, and, well, I suppose you figured it out; he gave me some of it
back.

We walked in silence the rest of the way, and soon we were there.

Brad and I had been fishing for about an hour, with no pissing or anything
going on, and it was getting on for 8:00, so I decided a bite to eat might
be in order. I got up from the prone position I had been in.

"Aaah! Fuckin' hell!"

"What? What's goin' on, Tommy?"

Brad looked worried.

"It's better now", I panted. "It's just a cramp in my back. It happens
sometimes. I'll just stretch it a bit."

"I can give you a massage if you want. I got oils in my backpack", Brad
offered.

"You really are prepared, aren't you?"

"I try to be", he smiled.

"Fine, I'll take you up on that offer. Let me just get outside my apple and
my cookies, okay?"

After a few minutes, I was ready, and Brad had his oils out. He made me take
off what little I was wearing and lie down on my stomach. He got naked, too,
and I lay down, full of anticipation. He got on his knees, straddling my
thighs, and I could feel his balls on my ass.

"Now, first things first", he told me, and I could feel a strong stream of
piss on my back. This made me relax all over. Well, not quite all over.

After he finished pissing on me, I heard him slapping his hands together,
and soon he was working my lower back. It was sooo goood. He just kept it
up, with smooth and unhurried movements for a while, as I got more and more
relaxed.

"How come you've learned massage, Brad?"

"I'm a serious swimmer, you know. We get massages all the time. And a high
school team can't keep a professional masseur, so me and some of the other
guys took classes with a pro, so we can do it to each other. I really enjoy
massage, both giving and getting."

"You sure have a talent, too." He'd been on my lower back, then the upper
back and shoulders. Now he was working on the back of my thighs.

"So they tell me. I've been wondering if I should do it professionally."

"Be a masseur, you mean?"

"I was thinkin' physiotherapist. Lots of them use massage."

"That's right. Your folks approve of those plans?"

"They're not really plans yet, but yeah, they approve. I know my dad would
like me to be a dentist, like him, but they've told me that my wishes are
more important than theirs, and they want me to do whatever makes me happy."

"Really? Anything? Including fucking your cousins?"

"They didn't say that. I think they meant professionally."

I could hear him struggling to stay serious. He had started massaging my ass
cheeks, and he sure wasn't hesitant about touching the area around my hole.

"Do you massage your teammates like this, too? Their ass cheeks, I mean?"

"No. The masseur told us we should, but none of us have had the guts to
suggest it. Not yet, anyway."

"Well, keep going on me, buddy, 'coz it feels goood."

"In that case, how about some internal massage?"

"Mmmhh."

Soon, I felt a finger poking around my back entrance. Then it was inside,
and I didn't even flinch. I guess I was so relaxed and the finger so well
lubricated it didn't hurt at all. Then, two fingers sliding in and out.
Above me, my cousin was breathing harder.

"I'm gonna stick it in now. Ready, Tommy?"

"Ready as I'll ever be. Fuck me with your long stick, man."

I felt his thighs against mine, then the head of his stiff member at my
hole. I squirmed a little in anticipation. Oh, yes! There it was, that
delightful feeling of the head slipping past the sphincther. Usually, that
hurts a little, but this time I barely tensed up. Brad had stopped.

"Keep goin', buddy. Slide it all the way in, and then fuck me with long,
slow strokes. That's the best, man."

"Okay. You like gettin' fucked in this position?"

"My favorite. It gets me so relaxed, and it's the best position for really
feeling the cock sliding against my prostate. And if I can get the other guy
to relax, too, and take it easy, then it lasts long. A half hour of gettin'
my ass fucked is just right."

"But you can't reach your own dick like that. I mean, you're lying on top of
it."

"No problem. If I start worrying about bringin' myself off, it only takes my
concentration away from the cock moving in me. Just a bit slower, Brad, and
take as long strokes as you can."

He did just what I said. He wasn't really thick enough to stimulate me the
way I love, but when I squeezed a bit, it was almost perfect.

"How long can you keep it up, Brad? The full half hour?"

"I don't think so. I need something to distract me if I'm gonna keep goin'
for that long."

"Okay, so tell me more about Tim and his dad and stuff while you fuck your
big cousin's ass."

"Don't talk like that! It's a sure fire way to bring me off."

"Oh, a dirty talker. You didn't reveal that the last time you and I were
fooling around."

"Nah. I reckoned it was safest to keep that to myself until I knew more
about what you liked. So, what did you wanna know about Tim and his dad?"

"You told me he tried to discipline Tim and that the kid didn't like it."

"Yeah, that's right. And I've had to pay the price sometimes."

"How?"

"Well, when his dad has been off his back for a while, Tim is usually really
sweet. Tender, you know. As long as I let him make the decisions. But when
they've had a fight, he gets much more aggressive. Then he just wants his
way with me. Not that I complain a lot about that, because he has more
energy, then. One night, he fucked me four times in two hours."

"Wow. That is energy. Are those the times when he ties you up and uses cuffs
and things?"

"How do you know about that?" Brad asked sharply, stopping with his cock
halfway inside me.

"Robbie told me, after I caught him watching the video you guys made."

"What!? How'd get hold of that?"

"Well, you just threw it on his bed, that's all. And relax, I'm not gonna
hit you or yell at you or anything. And please keep fucking."

I could feel him relaxing, and in a short while, his cock was getting hard
again. It had started to go limp from the shock. Soon, he was back in the
rhythm.

"So, are those the times when Tim gets into "bondage mood"?"

"It was, at first. But now we do it even when he's in a good mood, which is
more often lately. He really gets off on it, and I do, too. I hold back a
little, though. Can't let him control everything all the time."

"Smart. Why is his mood better lately?"

"It was after this MIT guy talked to his dad. Oh, I guess maybe you don't
know what I'm on about. By the way, how long have I been plowing your ass
now?"

"About ten minutes. Why, you gettin' ready to shoot?"

"Nah, I can keep it up a while longer. Anyway, Tim's dad has always wanted
him to be a lawyer, too, but Tim is a science freak. I mean, he's like a nut
case about biology and chemistry. Particularly chemistry. That's how he lost
a little finger. Did you notice he only has four fingers on his left hand?"

"I did, but I didn't wanna ask. An accident?"

"Yep. Playing around with self-made explosives when he was nine. He was
damned lucky he only lost a finger. He had to have plastic surgery, you
know."

"Seems to have been succesful."

"It was. As I said, he was lucky. But he's still crazy about those subjects,
and he's way ahead of everybody else at school. I think he's on university
level by now. And his dad told him it was fine as a hobby, but he expected
him to get a real job. He didn't like that, and they were like cat and dog
for years."

"But?"

Brad was silent for a while, fucking slower.

"Man, this is so great. I really like to watch my cock fucking your ass."

A visual guy, huh? Me, I'm the "feel" type. I don't care if it's pitch dark,
it's the feeling of a hard prick up my ass that matters.

"I like it from this end, too. But about that MIT guy?"

"Oh, yeah. One of the science teachers at school has an ex-husband who was a
student at MIT, and she had mentioned Tim to him, and she gave him a really
glowing report. It turns out the guy went to some alumni thing up there
right after, and he told his old professor what he'd heard, and he took an
interest. So he contacted the school and got to look at some of the stuff
Tim's done, and he was, like, really impressed. So impressed, he called
Tim's parents."

"Wow. All for a high school kid?"

"Yeah. Say, I like this shit. Lying here fucking a hot guy and having a
conversation at the same time. I've never lasted this long. Is it 20 minutes
yet?"

"Almost. So, what did the professor guy say?"

"Well, he told Alan - thats' Tim's dad - that his son was a rare talent, and
that it would be criminal not to let him pursue a career in the sciences,
and that there was a lot of status and money in it. That turned Alan round,
and now, they're almost friendly."

"Neat. So, I guess Tim made the drug he injected me with?"

"Yeah, that's child's play to him."

"Great. Now, I'm just gonna relax a bit more, and you concentrate on the
fucking. If you wanna go harder or use shorter strokes, that's fine."

He did really great. He kept it up with the long strokes for another five
minutes, alternating between putting his full weight on me, lifting up on
his elbows and all the way up on his hands. Then I guess he started feeling
the build-up, because he plugged me harder and faster. I could hear him
breathing harder, too (I had put in the little thingies in my ears, and
could hear just fine).

"Oh, Tom, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fill you up real soon. Fuckk!"

"Yeah, just shoot your load, man. Fuck me and fill me! That's so great,
Brad."

With a long wail and a whimper, he came. I could feel him twitching and
thrashing for almost a full minute, his long cock buried deep inside me.

"Oh, man, that was intense", he breathed.

"Yeah." I clenched my ass, making him jump a little.

"You ever try pulling almost out when you cum, so the head is just inside
the sphincter? I think that's the best way, especially if your partner can
squeeze at the same time."

"I thought you only did bottom, Tom."

"Most of the time. But I've been inside an ass or two."

"Nice. I'd like you up mine later. But since you ask, I haven't. I kinda
thought everybody shoved it in all the way when they came."

"Not everybody. Now, leave it in me. I like to feel them get limp."

Eventually, however, he did grow limp and slipped out.

"Race you to the other side of the lake!" he yelled, and was in the water
before I could get my eyes open. I was after him in a flash, but of course,
I had no chance to catch up with him. I mean, I'm no bad swimmer, but this
guy had twice my size. He covered the 150 yards before I was half way
across.

"Whew!" I panted. "That was hardly fair, you know. You got a head start."

"So? You should be more alert."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna go on shore and take a piss, now. My dick is back to
limp from being in the water, so I can do it now."

"Don't! I mean, wait!"

With that, my young cousin dived, and in seconds, I could feel my limp dick
surrounded by warmth, and a set of fingers pushing at my bladder. I took the
hint. I tried hard to relax, thinking of my piss flowing from the bladder,
all the way through the urethra and into his waiting mouth. Oh, yeah, there
it was, that blessed release. I had saved up a lot, and I gave it all to
him.

When I'd finished, he came up, his cheeks all puffed out. He hadn't
swallowed. He moved towards me, our noses touching. I opned my lips to him,
and all of a sudden, my piss was running down my chin, with some of it
entering my mouth. Sweet!

He backed off, flashing me a big grin.

"I'm not sure what I like best, regular sex or the piss stuff", he said.

"Me neither, but both are great", I answered. "And I really like doin' it
with you, too."

That brought an even bigger smile to his cute face.

"So, do you and Tim ever do anything more than piss stuff?" I asked him.

"How do you mean?"

"Like, scat?"

"Shit?"

"Yeah."

"No way! Major turn-off, man."

"Yeah, for me, too. A couple of guys I know at college do it, and they
invited me along once, but I refused. I guess they do piss, too, but I never
tried that before I got up here. I've done regular sex with them, though."

"Doesn't that gross you out? I mean, having sex with guys you know are into
that stuff?"

"Nah. It's their life, who am I to judge? And anyway, I've seen Tim give you
a piss enema. That borders on scat, don't you think?"

"I guess. But we only do it when we have a toilet close by, and we never
watch the other take a dump. Anyway, it doesn't happen a lot."

"Good. Now, back to the other side? Nice and easy?"

"Sure."

I crawled, and he was on his back, easily keeping up. Damn, this kid could
swim. He had the build for it, too. Pretty as a picture, he was. Not as hot
as his little brother, though. Damn! Mustn't think like that. Robbie is only
11, for fuck's sake!

As we got back to the other side, we put our fishing tackle to use again. It
was almost 9:00 by now, and I had planned to be back no later than 1:00 pm.
After about an hour and a half of fishing in the nude, we had one small fish
each. Not much for tonight's supper. Ah, well, plenty of food in the
freezer.

Brad was on the water bottles again, and in only a short time, we had
emptied the third bottle. I guessed he wanted more action, and my dick
responded. As it rose up to it's full length, so did his.

"So, you want some more, huh?"

"Yeah. How do you like sixty-nining?"

"Love it. Right now?"

"Yep."

He got on his back, giving me a "come hither"-look. I got on my hands and
knees and bent down to take him in my mouth, while he lapped at my head,
before taking it all in.

The next few minutes, all that could be heard was moaning, slurping and
heavy breathing. Man, could he suck dick! He deep-throated me like a pro. It
didn't take long before I felt the familiar tingle, though, and I lifted my
head from his proud pecker.

"I'm gonna cum, soon, Brad. You want it in your mouth?"

"You bet I do. Gimme!"

"Okay, kid! In a minute."

I tried to keep sucking on him, I really did, but the feelings in my own
mid-section were getting too intense. With a small scream, I unloaded. That
was the signal to him to apply more suction.

"Fuck! You're killing me, Brad!"

He darted his tongue around my ultra-sensitive head in reply, and I almost
choked him. After a few moments, I was back on earth.

"That was almost torture, you know that?"

"Bet it was nice, though."

"Yeah, but I'm not sure how much this old body can take."

He grinned evilly again.

"Come here and sit down", he told me.

"Come closer. I want you face to face with me, close enough for some heavy
smooching."

I complied, and soon we each had our right leg over the other's left, making
out like there was no tomorrow. As I felt his warm piss hitting my chest and
bellly, I stuck my tongue even further inside him, and released my own
stream. He pulled back and supported himself on his hands, watching our
still pissing dicks with a goofy grin. Then, as the last drops trickled out,
he sighed contentedly and lay down. I did the same, and I must have fallen
asleep, because all of a sudden I was waking up.

"Shit, look at the time. It's 11:30, we better head back home."

"Okay", said Brad's voice from a few feet away.

I got up and started to get dressed.

"Fuck! My shorts and T-shirt are full of piss. I can't walk home in this."

"No problem. I got spares in my backpack. We can just dip the wet ones in
the lake, then put them in this plastic bag, and wear the dry ones."

"My, my. You did prepare yourself, didn't you?"

"Always good to plan ahead."

"Smart ass!"

He grinned widely again.

After ten minutes, we were off, him with the backpack, me carrying the
fishing tackle and the fish. We both had a piss first, almost without any
play. All we did, was piss in each others hands and take a small sip, then
wash off in the lake.

After almost an hour, we were approaching the house.

"Now, you want some more play?" Brad asked me.

"What, you mean more piss? You got a third set of clothes in there?" I
pointed to the backpack.

"No, I want you to fuck me. But only when we get close enough to see the
house."

"You're crazy, you know that?"

"I know. So how about it?"

Things were stirring again inside my shorts. I knew it wouldn't get down
before I'd allowed it release, and it wouldn't do to let the small kids see
me like that. The spare shorts Brad had brought, were a lot tighter than my
own.

"Okay. You tell me when it's time."

Five more minutes, and he had hit the spot. It was perfect. We had cover
behind a small mound, and we could both see the house, but anybody watching
from inside, would only see our heads.

Brad pulled down his shorts, and handed me a bottle.

"I brought this along for the massage, but it't fine lube, too. Doesn't
smell much, either."

I stepped out of my shorts, releasing my bone-hard member. I decided I
wanted to taste him first, though, so I got on my knees and pressed my
tongue into his silky smooth crevice.

"Man, that's so nice! Me and Tim never did that."

"Never? But you're so advanced in every other way."

"Well, we never did this. Keep goin', Tom!"

I did. I ate his ass real good, licking around on the outside, then pushing
my tongue as deep inside as I could. I knew he was enjoying it. Something
about the moaning and the pre-cum leaking from him sort of suggested that.

Eventually, I got on my feet and started to lube us both up.

"So, how do you like it?"

"Fast and hard. A pair of balls slapping my ass, that's the greatest."

"You got it, cuz."

I lined up, and pushed in without further ado. Brad didn't moan or grunt,
though, he just gave a big sigh and wiggled his ass a bit. I pulled out,
shoved back in again, and we were rollin'.

Brad was moaning hard by now, pulling gently on his hard dick. I kept going,
with a slap-slap sound as my balls hit his sweet behind. After the events of
the day before and the morning, I felt I could keep it up for quite a while.

After about three minutes of hard and furious fucking, Brad's moans
increased in volume, and he picked up the speed of his jerking movements,
too. With a few twitches and a loud moan, he unloaded on the ground in front
of him. I stood still.

"Shit, that was great. You close to cumming yet, Tom?"

"No, I can keep goin' a while longer. You want me to?"

"Yeah, keep it up. Don't worry if it sounds like I'm hurtin'. I probably am,
but it's a good hurt."

I knew about that. The prostate gets bigger just after you've cum, and it's
really sensitive, too. I usually don't like getting fucked like that,
because it's just too much.

Brad liked it. He was whimpering like a dog, obviously in pain and ecstasy
at the same time. Me, I pounded him even harder than before, and the noises
he was making increased my excitment a lot. Two more minutes, and I was
ready to fill his rectum up.

"Uh, I'm gonna shoot, Brad."

"Yeah, man, just do it. Empty your balls inside my ass!"

Just then, I felt a hand on my own ass, and I started violently, shooting my
sperm at the same time. Have you ever panicked and cum in the same instant?
I'm not sure I can recommend it, but it certainly was different. I came with
convulsions like I'd never felt before, twitching and gasping long after I
was drained.

Finally, I was able to turn round, and there was young Robbie, his hard
little pecker in his hand, and a great big grin plastered all over his young
face.

"Now, that was a great sight!" he said.


This story is copyrighted by me, einhard, January 2001. All rights reserved.

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