Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2003 11:16:03 EST
From: TW
Subject: Old Enough to Drink?

     Recently I received an email in response to one of the stories that I'd
posted on nifty.org.  Nothing usual, I get several emails each day, but one
particular story has generated a lot of attention.  Written in the first person,
it tells of my seduction of a teenage boy via the internet.  Like all my
stuff, it's fiction, of course, but even now, weeks after it was first posted, the
emails keep coming.  But this particular email one was slightly different,
and it read as follows:
Dear Tony
I have just turned 14 and have been reading porn since i was 12.
Firstly i would like to say how erotic your stories are and that i really
enjoy reading them and wanking over them. secondly i was never really interested
in watersports before but your stories have developed such an interest in me
that for the first time i drunk my piss yesterday and boy was it hot. I loved
the age difference between andy and tony in the story and found it easier to
read as i am 14 like andy.  Also if you wouldn't mind keeping in contact if
that's ok with you as i would like to share my thoughts and ideas with you.
from an admiraring teen fan.
     It was signed:  Paulie.
     My first reaction was to ignore the email, as being written by an adult,
posing as a 14 year old, or maybe it was law enforcement, pulling some kind
of entrapment scam,  Guys who like to drink piss are generally older, it's not
usually a teenage thing, and I was never into it until I got into my thirties,
so maybe it was a scam.  On the other hand, the typos and lack of capital
letters gave it an authentic ring.  I typed a non-committal reply, thanking him
for his support and listing several other stories that I have posted on nifty.
     The next day came an enthusiastic response.  He'd read and liked my
other stuff, especially the watersports stories and those involving youngsters.
Would I write any more, he asked?  Then, as I read on, my heart leaped in my
chest.  He said he was from San Diego, and where was I?
     What incredible luck, to have a teenage fan in my own home town!  Maybe
we could actually meet, assuming he was what he said he was.  But what if I
were being stalked by some anti child-porn squad, setting me up for a bust?  I
may be paranoid, but in the present political climate, any contact with
underage kids is fraught with danger.  I thought about it for half a day, then gave
him my reply.  I told him I lived in an apartment in Hillcrest, the gay section
of San Diego, and asked if he would like to meet me.  As soon as I'd sent it,
a reply came back.  Yes, he lived not far away, in Bankers' Hill, and sure,
he'd like to meet me.  He would be free the next day, Saturday, all day and
we could meet up in the morning.
     I composed a long reply, describing myself, mid-thirties, slender,
blond, blue eyes, obsessed with white underwear and loved drinking piss and being
pissed on.  I added that if he didn't like what he saw when he met me, he would
be free to walk away, no harm done.  I said I would never pressure him into
doing anything that he didn't want to do, and that I would try to do anything
he wanted me to.  I finished by asking if he liked beer.
     His reply was an eager "Yes, let's meet."
     I wanted to be careful setting this up. If it were a trap, I needed to
be able to safely bail out.  At this point I didn't believe that I'd actually
committed any crime, but I was still nervous about the whole deal.  I decided
to have him wait on a street corner, so I could do a drive-by and scope out
the scene.  I emailed him back, naming an intersection in Bankers' Hill where he
should wait on the northeast corner at ten a.m. the next day.  I added that
he should drink a lot of water early in the morning, and take a leak just
before leaving home. His reply contained a description of himself, 5'4" tall, dark
long-ish hair, and he would wear a blue T-shirt and tan shorts.  I could
hardly wait.  What fantastic good fortune!  A 14 year old boy, all to myself, and
one who likes to drink his own pee!
     The next morning, I cleaned the apartment, dressed myself in white
briefs, shorts and a white T, and drank three glasses of water.  Before I left
home, I emptied my bladder of its strong overnight piss.  If my new-found friend
were going to drink my pee, I wanted it to be nice and mild.  I got into the
car and headed for Bankers' Hill, arriving about 15 minutes early.  I drove
through the intersection but he wasn`t there.  Three minutes later, I approached
on the cross street and stopped at the light.  Still no-one there and I had
time to look around.  There were no adults loitering, no suspiciously parked cars
with suited agents peering in the mirror, it all looked pretty safe.  I
pulled away and drove around for ten minutes, came back and parked in the 7-11 on
the opposite corner.  I looked across, and there he was.  Even from across the
intersection, maybe a hundred feet away, he looked fantastic.
     I stepped into the store and bought a six pack of beer and a big thing
of Gatorade in case he didn't like beer.  Coming out of the store, I lingered
at the payphone, pretending to make a call, while I observed him.  He was still
alone, looking about him, and the whole area looked perfectly normal.  I got
into my car, went round the block so that I could approach him on his side of
the street.  I pulled up beside him, and opened the passenger door.
     "Paulie?" I called.
     "Tony?"
     "That's me," I said.  "Wanna jump in?"
     There was a micro-second of hesitation as he looked me over.  I tried to
remain calm, with a welcoming smile on my face, but I was almost shaking with
excitement.
     "Sure," he said, getting into the car.  I immediately pulled away,
accelerating sharply, with one eye on the mirror, looking for a tail.
     "You didn't see anyone hanging around while you were waiting?" I asked.
     "No, I don't think so."
     "And you haven't told anyone that you were meeting me?"
     "Oh, no," he said.  "That would be crazy."
     "You're right, but I was worried that you might have been a 40 year old,
fat, ugly F.B.I. agent, with a warrant and a pair of handcuffs.  But no-one
seems to be following us, so I guess you're the real thing."
     He laughed.  "Oh, I'm real, all right."
     Now that I had a chance to observe him close up, my nervousness turned
to pure excitement.  He was really gorgeous, wavy black hair, big brown eyes
with long lashes, and a complexion that a girl would kill for.  His little
rose-bud mouth beneath a small turned-up nose, was fixed in a warm smile.  My dick
began to get stiff.
     "So," I said.  "Is it O.K. if we go to my place?  Do you like beer?"
     "Sure, where else would we go?  I've never drunk a whole beer.  I've
tasted it and I guess I like it."
     "If you like piss, then you'll like beer," I joked.
     "I drank my own piss this morning, when I got up," he said.  "I lay on
my back in the shower with my feet half way up the wall and peed in my own
mouth."
     "That's the way I do it," I said,  giving him an encouraging smile.
     "And I drank lots of water, like you said."
     "Is your bladder full now?"
     "No, about half, I guess.  Tell me, do you do all those things that you
write about in your stories, like sucking dicks and stuff?"
     "Sure, I've done just about everything, except being fucked up the ass.
It's too tight to get a dick up it!"
     "Cool," he said.
     We arrived at my building, apparently without being tailed.  I began to
calm down.  I parked the car and we went up in the elevator to my apartment.
Once inside, I sat Paulie down and opened two beers.  "Try that," I said.  "If
you don't like it, there's other stuff to drink."
     "Like piss?" he laughed.
     "Definitely piss.  I don't know which I prefer, piss or beer.  Sometimes
I even mix them."
     "How long have you been drinking piss," he asked.
     "Oh, several years," I said.  "One of my gay friends turned me on to it.
 I'd never realized how exciting it was until he drank mine and asked me to
drink his.  We had a great time, peeing on each other and drinking from each
other's dicks.  I've been an addict ever since."
     "I never gave it any thought until I read your story on nifty," he said.
 "I got so turned on that I peed into a glass and took a sip.  It was a bit
strong, but just the thought that I was drinking my own pee got me hard and I
had the best jerk-off I'd ever had.  I've been drinking it every day since.
You know, this beer`s not half bad.  I could get to like it."
     "Paulie, you should know that if I do or say anything that makes you
uncomfortable, or embarrassed or anything, you just have to say `no' and I'll
stop immediately.  I won't force you into anything and you're safe here."
     "That's O.K.  I wanna try anything that you wanna do."
     "Well, I'm dying for a drink right now, and I don't mean beer!  Would
you like to stand up for me, please?"
     He stood and faced me, as I stayed seated on the couch.
     "Have you ever had sex with other guys?  Your class-mates?"
     "No."
     "Nobody ever jerked you off, or sucked you off?"
     "I've been groped a couple of times, that's all.  I don't wanna talk
with my buddies about pissing, they wouldn't understand.  Once, one guy peed on
another in the shower at school and it was an accident, but it almost started
a fight.  They`re always talking about `fucking faggots` and stuff.  If I
come on to anyone, any kind of bad shit could happen."

     I reached my hand out and felt for his cock through his shorts.  He
didn't pull away, so I gave his basket a gently squeeze.  "I'm gonna
make you feel really good, I said, sliding my other hand up the leg of his
shorts.  To my delight, I could feel the cotton of his briefs, much nicer
than the ugly boxers that most teenagers wear.  I fondled his cock through
the material, and could feel it getting hard.
     "Can I undress you?" I asked.
     "Sure, go ahead."
     I unzipped his shorts and let them fall.  He was wearing a pair of white
Fruit of the Looms, not overly tight, and his erection showed clearly.  I
lifted his T over his head, and leaned back to look at him.  His slender body was
exquisite, no hair visible except for two small tufts under his arms.  His
skin was entirely without a single blemish, silky smooth, waiting to be
caressed.  Pulling his underpants down to mid-thigh, I gazed at his dick.
     "Oh, my God, that's beautiful," I said.  "That must be the loveliest
cock I've ever seen."  It was a respectable five inches, uncut, wet at the end,
with a  small patch of pubic fuzz at the base.  His hairless balls lay snuggly
close to his body.  I took his dick in my hand and gave it a gentle stroke.
He closed his eyes, put his head back and let out a sigh.
     "How does that feel?" I asked.
     "Mmmmm, better than when I do it."
     "I'm gonna suck it, and as soon as you're ready, just pee in my mouth."
     Feeling like a man who has just won the lottery, I took his perfect cock
into my mouth and began to caress it with my tongue.  By now his dick was
rock hard, and I hoped it wouldn't prevent him from peeing.  A few seconds went
by, then a stream of warm piss filled my mouth, and I started to swallow as
fast as I could.  It was absolutely delicious, nicely diluted by the water he'd
drunk, and I managed about eight swallows before he ran dry.
     "Wow!" I gasped, when he pulled his dick out of my mouth.  "That was
fantastic!  The absolute best!  How do you like having your piss drunk?"
     "Jesus!  What a turn on.  That felt so good.  Can I drink yours?"
     "Sure.  Sit down and take my pants off."  I stood up and without any
hesitation, he unzipped my shorts, letting them fall, and cupped his hand over
my basket.   I love to be undressed by someone else, and to be stripped my
this young angel would be something to remember.  My cock, of course, was rock
hard, almost sticking above the waistband of my white Hanes briefs.  He ran his
hand up and down the shaft a couple of times, then manipulated my dick out of
the fly.  It was kinda difficult, but eventually he succeeded.  The end of my
dick was dripping with precum.
     "Wow, it's big," he said.  "I've never touched another guy's dick
before."
     "Just a normal size.  Yours'll be like that in a couple of years."
     "I hope so.  It's a great looking dick."  He took hold of it, and rolled
my foreskin back.  I could smell the aroma of hot cock coming off the end of
my dick, and it didn't seem to bother him.  He inhaled deeply and began to
jerk me off.
     "Holy shit!  Slow down, you're gonna make me cum too soon.  You can do
that later.  You want my pee now?"
     He looked up at me.  "I've never had a dick in my mouth, though I've
thought about it a lot.  Maybe I am a faggot, but I don't care.  Here goes."
     He took my dick in his mouth.  His teeth momentarily grazed the head,
then he opened his jaw wider and took in about three of my six inches.  He
firmed his lips around the shaft and began to masturbate me with his lips.  My
pulse was racing.  "Where did you learn to do that?" I asked.
     Taking my dick out of his mouth, he said,  "I`ve seen stuff on the
internet, video clips and things and it just seemed to be the right thing to do."
     "Well it was.  In a few seconds, I'm gonna pee, just a squirt at first
to see how you like it.  Here we go."  He popped my dick back into his mouth.
     I relaxed my sphincter and waited for my pee to flow through my rock
hard dick.  He was still looking up at me, his big brown eyes filled with what
could only be lust.  Then my pee coursed through my urethra and into his mouth.
After a couple of seconds I shut it off.  He swallowed, then took my dick out
of his mouth.  His face wore an enormous smile.
     "Oh man, that was really awesome," he said.  "I can't believe I actually
drank your piss.  I loved it."
     "Taste O.K?"
     "Oh yes, better than mine usually tastes.  I guess it's important to
dilute it.  Can I have some more?"
     With his mouth on my dick again, I said, "I'm gonna let it flow, but if
you wanna stop, just slap me on the thigh."
     "Mmm," he said, indicating his assent.  Once again, I relaxed and
started to pee.  I tried to keep it down to a slow trickle, which resulted in a
series of short spurts, but he kept swallowing valiantly, and the thigh-slap never
came.  He swallowed it all!
     "For a beginner, you're amazing!" I said.  "I do believe you really like
it."
     "Believe it," he said.  "I could drink this all day."
     "Well, we can re-cycle it later.  Drink your beer, that is if you have
any room for it."  I sat down beside him, with my dick still sticking out of my
fly, and him with his underpants still at mid thigh, his boner sticking up,
wet at the end.
     "I'm so glad we met," I said.  "You really are a remarkable guy."
     "You think?"
     I put my arm round his shoulder and he leaned into me.  "Considering
the fact that this seems to be the first time you've had sex with another
guy, you've come a long way.  In just a few minutes, you've had your dick
stroked, sucked and had your pee drunk, and you've stroked my dick, sucked
it and swallowed a whole load of pee.  It takes some guys years to get
around to some of these things."
     "So what do we do now?" he asked, taking hold of my dick again.
     "Well, there's lots of alternatives.  We could wank each other off or we
could suck each other off, or we could wait until we need to pee, and hose
each other down."
     "I really liked having your dick in my mouth.  It felt so good.  I've
been fantasizing about it for a long time and it was just as sexy as I thought
it would be."
     "Then let's lie down in the bedroom and suck each other off."
     He stood up and pulled his briefs back up over his dick.  We walked into
the bedroom and paused before the mirrored closet doors. Standing there with
my arm round his shoulder and his round my waist, him in his fruit of the
looms and me in my Hanes briefs with my hard dick sticking out, we looked at our
reflection.  Two good looking guys in their underpants, about to have the
greatest sex, admiring ourselves, it was a sight I'll never forget.  I picked up my
digital camera from the dresser and took a quick shot of us both.
     We lay down on the bed, head to tail, and I took his dick out of the fly
of his briefs.  I'd never seen a sexier dick, wet at the end and rhythmically
bobbing up and down in time with his rapid pulse.  We started to suck each
other, and for a beginner he was amazing.  He followed my lead when I put my
tongue under his foreskin and did the same to me.  When I asked him to lube his
finger and push it in my ass, he asked for the same.  When I took his balls in
my mouth, he took mine, one at a time into his.  When I slid farther down the
bed, to get my head between his legs to tongue his hole, he tongued mine
enthusiastically.  After about ten minutes of pure bliss, he said, "I need to pee."
     "Great," I said.  "Let's get in the shower."
     Before I turned the water on, we stood on the cool tiles, face to face,
my dick up the leg of his briefs and his dick up the leg of mine.  With our
arms around each other, we let our piss soak the other's briefs.  Looking down
at his upturned angel face, I couldn't help myself and brushed his lips with
mine.  His mouth immediately opened to receive my tongue.  I thrust it deep in
his mouth and he sucked on it, while our hot piss streamed down our legs.
     "Fuck! That was hot!" he cried as we broke apart.  I reached down and
pulled his piss soaked briefs off, giving his wet dick a little kiss.  As I
stood back up, he knelt down and pulled mine off.  We soaped each other all over,
washing each other's dicks thoroughly and inserting soapy fingers in asses.
     "I this what it feels like to be fucked?" he asked.
     "Kinda, but a dick's much bigger than a finger."
     "Are you going to fuck me?"
     "Woah, hold on.  I don't think you're ready for anal sex yet.  It's
more a state of mind than a physical thing.  Have you fantasized about being
fucked?"
     "No," he said.
     "If I put my dick in you, it would hurt like hell.  It should be
something that you really want to do, and only after trying a few suitably sized butt
plugs first.  My butt plug is exactly the same size as my dick and it will
just not go up my own ass, let alone yours.  But looking at your dick, and it's
hard not to, I think I might like you to fuck me one day.  But only if you
really want to."
     As we stepped out of the shower, he asked, "Have you got any panties?  I'
ve like to dress up in them.  I sometimes try on my mother's from the laundry
hamper."
     "That's amazing.  As it happens, I do like to wear panties from time to
time.  I have a pair, but they're probably too big for you.  You can try them
if you like."
     In the bedroom, I took from the dresser drawer a pair of white nylon
full cut panties, with a lacey edge and gave them to him.  He pulled them on and
looked at himself in the mirror.  The were too big, but even so, he looked so
sexy, with his lovely dick showing through the translucent material.
     I had an idea.  "How would you like to dress up as a girl?" I asked.
     "Oh, yes, I've always wanted to.  Do you thing I`d look sexy?"
     "I think you'd look gorgeous.  Let's go the whole way and get you a wig
and everything.  We can pretend you're a girl."
     "Let's get dressed and go shopping.  It won't take long."
     Throwing our clothes on we rushed out to the car.  It took us less than
an hour.  A quick run up highway 163 took us to the Fashion Valley Mall,
where, between Macy's and J.C. Penny's, we assembled a cute schoolgirl outfit
consisting of a plaid skirt, white blouse, white cotton panties and a white cotton
camisole top, with white knee sox.  I thought about getting some more adult
stuff like a garter belt and stockings, padded bra, etc., but his main asset
was his youth, so why try to turn him into an adult?  No one in the stores
thought it strange that an adult guy and a teenage boy were buying clothes for a
schoolgirl.  Coming back through Hillcrest, we stopped at a wig store on
University Drive and selected a shoulder length black wig.  I said Paulie needed it
for a school play.
     Back in the apartment, he tore at the wrappings while I tore at his
clothes.  When he was naked, I stripped to my briefs, then knelt down and started
to pull the knee socks on him.  This brought his dick, which of course was
hard again, close to my face, so I took the opportunity of sucking it for a few
seconds.  With the socks on, I let him step into the panties.  I had guessed
the size correctly and he looked so cute, with his dick tenting the front.  Then
I put the camisole on him and stepped back for a look.  It was almost too
good to be true.  I jumped into the bedroom, grabbed the camera and took half a
dozen shots of him, front and rear, while he posed seductively.  He loved being
photographed.  Then I put the blouse on him and buttoned it up, followed by
the plaid skirt.  Then, in front of the bedroom mirror, he donned the wig,
adjusting it carefully.  The result was amazing.  Staring back at us in the glass
was a gorgeous lolita, a sexy schoolgirl, an absolute dream come true.  `She'
looked like a flat-chested twelve year-old.  No one would have guessed that
she was really a boy. She didn't need any make-up at all, indeed, it would have
spoiled her innocence.  I stood behind him, my rigid dick pressing into his
butt, and lifted the front of his skirt, exposing his panties with their
tell-tale bulge.  I nearly came in my briefs right there.
     "Hold your skirt up," I said, grabbing the camera and firing off several
more shots.  Then he sat on a chair with one leg up, showing off his
underpants, then bend down with his back to the camera, giving me another upskirt
shot.  I clicked away merrily.
     Here was the best of all possible worlds.  A lovely 14 boy-and-girl in
one, all my fantasies come true.  We stood face to face, and as he pushed his
hand down the front of my briefs, I lifted his skirt and put my hand down the
front of his panties.  With our free hands round each other and grasping each
other's cocks, we began to wank each other off.  Our lips met in a deep kiss,
and as I gazed into his deep brown eyes, my orgasm exploded.  A second or two
later, I felt his dick pulsing and the warm, wet feel of his cum on my hand.
We stood there for a moment, getting our breath back.  The fronts of our
underpants became soaked in cum.  We took our hands out and licked them clean.
     "That tastes just as nice as your pee," he said.  "Next time I want you
to cum in my mouth."
     "Likewise," I said.  "Do you wanna take another shower?"
     "No.  I don't mind cum stains in my underpants.  Most days I'm wearing
cum stained briefs.  I`m getting hungry.  Can we eat?"
     "Wanna eat out?"
     "Sure, than afterwards, when we`re horny again, I wanna suck you off
until you cum."
     "Wanna come dressed as you are?"
     "Of course.  How about you."
     "Well, I'd better put some clothes on."
     At the Corvette Diner, a retro-fifties burger joint in Hillcrest  which
had a real corvette as part of the decor, I ordered a beer for myself.  The
waiter said, "I'll bring it right away, sir, and would your lovely daughter like
a Coke?  She`s obviously not old enough to drink."
     If only he knew!

				  The End

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