Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2022 10:29:46 -0500 (EST)
From: doctordestiny@comcast.net
Subject: Forced Reenactment Part 4

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Reenactment chapters in both the Authoritarian and Urination categories.
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Forced Reenactment Part 4

By Dudley Jarvis-North

Encountering neighborhood hotties Dennis Burke and Joey Benotti on my way
home from a Christian Doctrine night class, I know that they will corner
me, force me into Dennis's basement. I know what is going to happen. I
feel anxiety, longing and excitement all at once.

One week has passed since my initial visit, where I was forced to service
them. Here I am being jostled in front of Dennis's apartment building
wondering how I will handle a second round.

Joey, the abrasive Italian tough-guy wannabe, grabs me by the scruff of
the neck and pushes me down the stairs. Dennis, his agreeable Irish
friend, follows behind carrying a large paper bag from Sonego's package
store.

There are sixpacks of beer in the bag that will help generate a scene I
had with Joey the week before while Dennis was outside smoking a
cigarette.

We sit on the crappy furniture and the two buddies chug down several cans
of Budweiser. Joey has a purpose in mind, but Dennis, his long legs
stretched out, is just enjoying a few beers. I am not offered even a sip,
but I know where the beer is going to wind up.

Joey has mischievously revealed that I do much more than give blowjobs,
that I am into kinkier stuff, that I had done a secret thing with him a
week earlier.

"Do you want to know what it is?" he asks. "You'll never guess."

Dennis is all ears. "Tell me. What does he do?'

"Why tell you when I can show you?"

Joey is only too eager to play the star in this dirty little drama.

He pushes me to my knees. "Take out Joey's dick," he barks.

"Jeez," I moan to myself. "He is going to refer to himself in the
third person again. What a silly shit." Yet, I unzip his fly and dig my
fingers inside his Levi's and then his briefs.

While he is a dickhead most of the time, he is an incredibly sexy
20-year-old stud with dark looks reminiscent of a young Elvis Presley and
a hairy 180-pound body on a 5-11 frame. I haven't desired him the way I
do Dennis because of his insufferable ego. But that changed last week
when he took off his shirt and I pulled down his jeans and sniffed his
well-worn, gamey Hanes underwear. There is no denying that he is one hot
fucker.

Behind the undies -- he is wearing the same unwashed ones from a week ago
-- is his special prize: a fat uncircumcised penis now drooping out of
the fly of his briefs. Even soft, it is 5 inches long and beer-can thick.

"Open your mouth, Petey. Dennis needs to see this," he enthuses. "Are
you watching, Dennis? Hurry up. Move closer. Pay attention." Joey is so
bossy.

I am excited but also apprehensive about what Dennis will think about
this and about me. Joey has no such worries as he aims his dick, the
foreskin slightly pulled back, a few inches from my mouth. He does not
shove his dick inside as he did last time. He wants Dennis to see what he
is doing, not have the action hidden in my mouth.

I feel a stream of urine squirt out, landing on my chin before it gets
more forceful and splashes onto my tongue and inside my mouth. He can't
resist teasing me.

"Joey needs to piss real bad, ya know, so there's a lot more where that
came from, Petey. Where should Joey put it? On the floor?"

We both know where he wants to put it and where I want it to go.

Dennis is shocked at what he is seeing and backs away in horror. This is
not what he imagined. He is not at all open to kink.

"You must be kidding me," he rails. "This is sick shit." While
pointing at me, he screams, "How can you let him do that? What is wrong
with you?"

It is telling that Dennis can't say the word "piss."

I am taken aback, ashamed at being reprimanded, especially by my object
of desire. I suspect that Dennis is and always will be vanilla sex, but I
didn't expect this level of anger and definitely not disgust at merely
seeing something kinky. Hasn't he ever watched porn?

Joey tries to calm him down. "Take it easy, buddy. I don't think you
realize that Petey here gets off on this. He can't get enough. Joey was
surprised, too, that he asked for it last week, but it makes him super
horny. So Joey wanted to do the kid a favor, give him what he wants."

What a rat. Joey, who forced me to drink his piss while he held me down,
is making himself the innocent party while throwing me under the bus.

He's not finished pushing the false narrative. "Ya know, he convinced
me that it was OK, that he likes what he likes, so where's the harm?
Joey only wanted to make him happy."

Totally untrue, but that's Joey.

His stream is still arcing into my mouth, and he isn't kidding. There is
a lot. Every time he fills my mouth, he stops and orders me to swallow.
Then he thumps his chest, wags his dick back and forth, sometimes missing
my mouth entirely, hitting my face as he laughs uproariously, putting on
a show for Dennis. He is an asshole, but he is so hot and I really can't
complain. I had dreamed of this reenactment all week.

Dennis is not pleased, much less excited. He is especially crazed that I
am swallowing it. "No-no-no, Petey. Not cool. I'm surprised at you,"
he scolds. Why aren't you spitting it out? You don't have to drink it
just because he tells you to." He is close to hysterical.

If my mouth weren't full, I would tell Dennis why I am not spitting it
out, that I enjoy the feeling of piss flowing out of Joey's dick into my
mouth, that I love the taste and that I really want to drink his much
more than Joey's. Now that would really freak him out.

I wonder if he's jealous that I am servicing Joey instead of him, but
that seems a stretch. Perhaps he wishes it were he doing it but can't
accept that and needs to throw us off the track. That's probably closer
to the truth, but who knows?

In any case, Joey is unconcerned with Dennis's harangues as he makes his
liquid arc hit its target.

The taste is different from last week's. It is slightly watery, although
it still has a hint of some chemical additive. It tastes like warm beer,
but different and hard to describe. I like it-- this beer-infused piss --
more than last week's headier brew, which made me gag at first. This
time I am eagerly taking it and it is quenching my thirst. When the
feeder drinks a lot of beer it seems to make his piss more palatable. I
must keep that in mind in the future.

In the last week, in the company of these two studs, I have learned much
about my desires. They go well beyond anything I've done before -- the
blowjobs I have given mostly to married guys in the back row of the
Strand theater. Drinking piss is primal, forbidden, a complete act of
submissiveness made more so by virtue of the fact that I don't even like
Joey.

While I think about this newfound pleasure, Joey continues to flood my
mouth, stopping for a few seconds and then starting again. Sweat is
pouring off his brow, so he strips off his shirt and shows off his
magnificent hairy chest.

I am so turned on that I don't dare touch my dick. I might come in two
seconds. My only regret is that Dennis is upset watching this. I have a
crush on him and don't want to jeopardize future chances to blow him. I
worry he might ditch me as he did five years ago when we were 13 and he
freaked out after I sucked him off in this very basement. He is freaked
out now.

Then there is my other preoccupation: What does Dennis's piss taste like
and will I get any of it tonight?

Oddly, while he says he hates what we're doing, Dennis has moved closer
to the action and is not averting his eyes, which Joey notices as he
finishes emptying his bladder.

"Why don't you try it, big guy? You must have to piss badly after all
that beer."

"Nah, that's too nasty," Dennis answers. "Getting sucked off is one
thing, but that is perverted."

Joey tries shaming.

"Stop being a pussy. What do you have to lose except some piss?" Joey
chuckles at his little joke. "You're missing out on something
mind-blowing. You feel this power as you unleash in his mouth, this
amazing high. It's different from coming off from a blowjob, where you
close your eyes and lose yourself in an orgasm. This provides relief when
you have to pee and you can watch him swallow every drop."

"Oh," he adds, "I almost forgot. You have to concentrate or you won't
be able to piss with your dick in his mouth. A pee-shy guy wouldn't be
able to do it. Maybe you're pee-shy and afraid to tell us."

"I just want a blowjob like last week," Dennis laconically asserts.
"That gives me an amazing high."

That's not what Joey wants to hear, so he tries a different tack.

"You must know that Petey ls crazy about you -- I have seen how he ogles
you -- he'd get off drinking yours a lot more than mine. Don't you want
to give your lover boy a thrill?"

I find Joey's persuasion campaign amusing. His relentless hectoring to
bend Dennis to his will fits his overbearing personality, and perhaps his
spiel is working. Dennis looks less agitated and more fascinated as more
and more piss flows out of Joey's cock. It must look shocking to someone
so vanilla. Perhaps he's reconsidering.

I have fantasized all week about him pissing in my mouth. His dick is the
kind I like -- long and lean, with a large circumcised head jutting out
and topping the shaft as it sits in a thicket of reddish-brown pubic
hair. You wouldn't have expected his bush to be so thick since he's not
hairy otherwise.

Joey moves away from me and pushes Dennis into the spot close to my face.

He is still in manipulation mode.

"Dammit, I suppose Petey could just suck you off, if that's all you
want, you dope. Ya, he could, but it seems kind of a waste."

At this point I'll take whatever Dennis wants to give. He is a
magnificent specimen of teenage beauty -- tall and slim, sparkling blue
eyes, a few freckles, wavy light brown hair, luminous skin, his American
boy face having just enough goofiness to keep him from being pretty.

I have tasted his load twice -- five years ago and again last week. His
recent cum is much thicker and stronger than what he fed me when we were
13. And there is much more of it now that he is 18 years old.

The moment of truth has arrived. Joey is pushing Dennis even closer, his
crotch kissing my face. Dennis is weighing the possibility that drenching
my mouth will excite him, as Joey says.

The decision is made.

"All right, you fuckers, I'll do it, but afterwards I want a proper
blowjob -- you understand that, Petey?"

As if I need an incentive.

I reach up and unbuckle his belt, unzip his fly and shimmy his Levi's
down to his knees. His white BVDs are staring at me, but unlike Joey's,
they are clean. I drank Joey with his dick hanging out of the fly of his
briefs. This time I pull down Dennis's BVDs all the way. I want to see
his whole crotch. I put my nose in his pelt. He smells as wholesomely
clean as a bar of Irish Spring.

"All this talk and all that beer," Dennis announces. "Now I really
need to pee," as Joey nods approvingly.Dennis pushes the head of his
semi-hard 7-incher past my lips. He strains to let go as he leans into
me. I hope he can get past the hurdle of pissing while semi-hard.

Slowly it happens -- a trickle on my tongue and my fantasy is coming
true. I speak too soon. The flow stops and nothing more comes out. He
tries to get it going again. Almost a minute of tension elapses as I
wait. Can he or can't he? I get an answer when I feel a deluge shoot
into my mouth, my first real taste of Dennis.

While his face doesn't say if he likes doing it, one thing is clear:
Dennis is becoming as bossy as Joey, perhaps from the power he's getting
in the dominant role.

Much to my chagrin, he pulls his dick out of my mouth and speaks."You
little twerp. I'm disappointed in you. Joey says that you begged for
his. Why aren't you begging for mine? You're supposed to have a crush
on me."

Dennis can't say the words "my piss."

I don't know what to say. I had never begged Joey, but I desperately
want Dennis to continue, so I'm going to beg.

"Please let me have it," Dennis. I can't believe how good it tastes."
I offer a reward. "I promise I'll give you a super blow job after you
finish."

"Then you better drink every drop and not spill any," he says. "A
shame to waste it. I bet mine tastes a lot better than Joey's," which
earns a "no" from Joey.

Dennis's dick is back in my mouth, an inch inside as I wrap my lips
around it. In two seconds, my mouth is full of his urine. The dilemma, if
it is one, is that Dennis is peeing too fast, not varying the flow as
Joey did. I'm furiously swallowing but inevitably piss drips out of my
mouth and lands on Dennis's sneakers. He slaps me hard. "You got my
sneakers wet, you little perv. Swallow faster or I'll stop doing this."

I don't want that. I just want him to slow down. I can't gauge if his
tastes better than Joey's if I have to swallow continuously without
assessing it.

I extend both hands in the air and make a downward motion, hoping he gets
the message to slow down.Apparently, he read the gesture correctly and
the flow lessens and then stops. Mouth full, I savor it like Martha
Stewart would a glass of wine, swishing it around, letting my taste buds
have at it. I'm very much liking his recycled Budweiser.

The verdict is in: Dennis's piss is just as warm as Joey's, but it is
sweeter, less metallic, and is missing that odd chemical ingredient that
Joey's has, and it's less salty -- a good thing. Dennis is right about
tasting better than Joey. With my mouth still on his dick, I put two
thumbs up, pissing off Joey.

"I knew you'd prefer mine," Petey. Never had a doubt." He turns
prideful, "I bet it tastes great. I can give you all you want since you
love it so much."

After making all that fuss, Dennis is on a high from his first
watersports experience, even if he never heard that word.

Joey is into it as well, tugging on his foreskin, jerking himself off as
he watches. Of course, he takes full credit.

"I told you you'd love it, you big jerk? Next time listen to Joey. Joey
knows about these things."

Dennis's stream begins to slow and I welcome that. I've had enough of a
good thing for one night.

He pulls out of my mouth and I stick out my tongue as he shakes out the
last few drops and rubs his helmet on my lips.

"Thanks for pushing me into it," he tells Joey. "That was something
else."

Dennis then does what I never would have expected. He grips both of my
hands and pulls me up from my kneeling position on the basement floor. It
is the first time either of them has been nice to me. Deep down, Dennis
is a sweet and courteous guy.

"You look exhausted, Petey. I can wait for another time on the
blowjob."

So there will be another time. Life is good.

"Come sit next to me on the sofa," Dennis says, as he grabs one beer
for himself and hands me another.

"I think you earned it," he says.

I think so, too.

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Other stories I've posted on nifty are The Bass Player, The Pact (both
Sept. 13, 2017), James (Jan. 26, 2018), At the Underwear Rack (2 parts),
April 23 2019), Aleksandr (Aug. 19 and 21, 2020, all in Encounters; Drink
It (2 parts, Sept. 24, 2018), Lesson at Rock River (Nov. 6, 2018) and
Forced Reenactment (Jan. 14) in Urination and Authoritarian; Aaron's
Basement (Jan. 12, 2018) in Adult Youth; Taken in the Woods (May 28,
2018), Forced Reenactment, The Punishment that Wasn't (April 2, 2020);
Shane the Barber (Aug. 11, 2021) all in Authoritarian; The 4-part Camping
with Josh (Sept. 24, 2018) in Camping;William the Great (3 parts, Jan,
16, 2019) in High School and How Did My Bro know (March 16 2020) and
Greek Reunion (July 17 1921) in Incest.



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