Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2016 00:13:14 -0400
From: Jason <cum.n.piss.fag@gmail.com>
Subject: becoming-a-piss-faggot part 2

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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...