Date: Wed, 15 Sep 2010 18:03:38 -0500
From: Mike Miller <mmthefinder@gmail.com>
Subject: double take part 4

The following story is original fiction and for adults only.
Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved.  Reproduction in whole or in part
without permission is prohibited.
This story is completely fictional. It is about the relationship between two
guys, including their sexual activities and fetish activity which
includes watersports. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason
for you to read such material, you must leave.


After that last episode with Mike, he didn't approach me for a while. But I
longed for him and especially his dick where ever I went. At home I would
get horny just seeing someone on television who looked remotely like him--a
short guy with Italian heritage, skinny with some good but not very large
biceps wearing one of those blue stretch shirts that were popular in the
70s.

I was reminded of him at the mall, the bus, riding in the passenger seat of
my parent's car. Every where.  I kept reliving what had happened to me and I
fantasized about new encounters.  In his bedroom, in the bathroom, in the
locker room, in the bushes, behind the grocery store.  It seemed strange, I
had ached for sex for a long time and once I finally had it, I ached for it
even more.

What made it even more difficult was that every school day I stood just feet
from him in the locker room. Him with that dark hairless skin, his white
briefs disguising and at the same time outlining what I wanted most. I dared
not to look at him there for fear I would set off alarm bells to everyone
else. Or I might set him off and who knows what would happen then. Would he
hit me? Would he expose me?

I took relief every day, sometimes twice a day. I'd hold a pair of my worn
briefs to my face and pretend it was his while I furiously beat off. I could
hear his voice taunting me, teasing me, telling me what a dick slut I was.
I even began sitting on the toilet with my white briefs on.

The idea struck me one day by surprise while I was cleaning my room. I
instantly got a hard on.

No one was home. I went into the bathroom, shut and locked the door just in
case, took off all my clothes except my JC Penney briefs and sat down.  I
adjusted my dick so it was pointing up, just like the time I first saw Mike
piss his underwear.

I was afraid to do it. It didn't seem right. But I was also so excited and
tempted.
It took a while.

A spurt of piss came through the white fabric. My heart starting racing and
my balls tingled. I held it some more, then I let go. It flowed out, coating
around the outline of my dick and spreading across both sides of the
underwear. It was almost like an orgasm.

The piss dribbled down into the water.  I was so turned on. I began stroking
my dick with my index finger, up and down, up and down. The warmth and
wetness felt to great and my dick was so sensitive.  It didn't take long
before I was shooting gobs of cum through the fabric.

I didn't know what was happening to me but I did enjoy it.

The following Friday Mike came up to me after school. I saw him walking but
I didn't want to look at his face, afraid he might take it the wrong way.
This did allow me, however, to spy the bulge in his blue jeans.

He told me to come to his house Saturday afternoon. He had something he
wanted to show me. I said ok, not exactly sure what he had in mind. But I
hoped it was the same thing he showed me when he asked me to come over and
help him with algebra.

Mike seemed pissed when he answered the door the next.

"Yeah, get in here and follow me," he said. I became suspicious and a bit
afraid. But still I lusted after the sight of his butt in his jeans and the
hope that he'd take them off.

But then we walked past his room and he took me to one down the hall.

"Why don't you wait in here?" he said. "This is my brother Matt's room. He's
in college and doesn't stay here much anymore, but he does come back on
weekends."

Was this a trap?

"What's going on?" I said.

"Just get in there you little faggot and don't fret. You'll find out," Mike
barked.

I went in and he slammed the door behind me.

This room was a bit bigger than Mike's, it had a twin bed and an attached
bathroom. And the walls and shelves were filled with trophies and photos of
a hot guy in baseball uniform. Must be his brother, I thought.

I studied the photos carefully. Matt was a bigger version of Mike, he had
the dark skin but was much taller. His face was gorgeous. Classic jock
looks. I was immediately attracted to him. I loved baseball player uniforms.
I always got hard watching the Cubs and White Sox on TV. Their bulges looked
so big and their butts were always well defined by the uniform.

Just inside the bathroom I spotted a pile of clothes, some jeans, sox and
shirts, But near the top of the pile sat some white briefs.  This got me
going. Could I look at them, sniff them, without getting caught? How long
would I be here? When would that door open?

I went to the door and listened for any noises outside. No voices, no
footsteps.

Then I walked back to the doorway of the bathroom and casually slid myself
down till I was sitting on the floor with my back propped against the door
frame. I was just a few feet from the briefs, close enough to see the ridges
of the fabric. Did these briefs once hug Matt's package?

I studied the positioning of the briefs so that when I replaced them they
wouldn't look disturbed.

I reach out and stroked the fabric. My dick began to grow.  I kept thinking
of that stud in his baseball uniform, imagining that I was feeling his
underwear through his pinstripes.  I slowed unfolded the briefs to reveal
the y-front. I hit the jackpot: there were distinctive piss stains on the
right side, no doubt where this hunk's dick rested.

I told myself I'd grab the briefs for a just a minute then put them back
quickly. Just enough to satisfy my hunger.

I pulled the briefs right to my face and inhaled deeply. They smelled
deliciously of crotch. I stuck my tongue out to see if I could taste the
piss and I could immediately feel that part of the fabric was crusty. It was
dried cum. Screw it, I thought, I want this no matter what. I sucked on the
fabric as hard as I could.

"Hey faggot, taste good?"

I was so startled I jumped and immediately looked around. There stood Matt,
wearing a red pinsripe baseball uniform.  He had a big mop of hair, tan skin
and top of his jersey was unbuttoned nearly down to his navel.

"We knew you'd go for the briefs dude," he said. "You really are a
cocksucker aren't you?"

I stammered a bit, still holding the briefs in my hand.

"It's ok," he said. "My little brother told me he got a fag. I taught him
how to do it. He owes me so now it is my turn to use you."

Matt was about 6'2", he had blue eyes and the sexiest mouth. His uniform
pants were real tight.  He continued to unbutton his shirt. "My college
cocksucker is out of town this weekend and I really need to rip one out
after my baseball practice this morning."

He took his shirt off as he walked right up to me. He towered over me,
putting both hands on his hips in the dominant position.

"You are going to service me like you serviced my piss and cum on my
underwear," he said softly and firmly.  "Assume the position."

It was hypnosis and desire.  I got on my knees in front of him and looked up
past his bulge to his gorgeous face.  He could tell I wanted him by the look
in my eyes.

I grabbed both of his thighs and began licking the fabric. It tasted of
sweat and dirt. I worked on the right leg, gradually working up, tilting my
head toward his crotch. I could feel the hardness of the cup against the
back of my skull.

I went to the left leg and worked up, keeping my eye on the crotch of his
uniform.   Then I straightened out my knees and took my tongue up to the top
of his pants, licking the pants belt and the skin of his stomach at the same
time. Back and forth, all along. I began to moan and breathe heavily.

"Yeah you little fag, make love to my body, I need a big release from such a
little slut," he said.

I then approached ground zero with my mouth, licking up and down outside the
hardness of his cup, up and down the fly, wishing I could be there every
time Matt unzipped those pants to take a piss. Wishing I could have that
dick whenever I wanted it. Wishing that he'd use me whenever he wanted to
get off.


I got more aggressive, trying to force my tongue underneath the sides of the
cup, trying to serve his balls.

"Good fag," he said.  "Get back on your haunches for a minute."

Then Matt reached down his pants and extracted the cup from his pants.

He held the outside of the cup close to my face. When I tried to lick it he
laughed and pulled it back. "You want that smelly cup dickface?"

"Yes Matt, I want your cup. I want your dick. I want your piss and cum."

"Hold on greedy bastard," Matt said. "You gotta work it one at a time. My
college cocksucker had to learn that.  I pissed on him for a week before I
let him even kiss my big dick."

"Ok Matt, I'll do whatever you say."

Matt then turned the cup around and shoved it in my face.

"Lick that thing you goddamn queer."

I held the cup like it was an oxygen mask. I nearly came.

"Now lay down on the floor," Matt said.

He straddled my chest. I looked up and was mesmerized by this guy, his body
was hairless, his chest had great pecs. This certainly wasn't a high school
boy. I could now see the outline of his dick in his uniform, it was standing
straight up.

"My college cocksucker is my fraternity president," Matt said. "I met him
when I pledged. My grades are shit but needless to say I got in.  He loves
my dick and he loves my piss. He loves it when I piss down his throat, in
his face, he drinks my piss in the library and in big lecture halls. If he
were here he'd be begging for my piss right now."

That was my cue.

"Yeah, please Matt, let me be your piss pig. You can piss me however you
want to. I want your piss so bad Matt, I've wanted it ever since I saw here
pictures on the wall. Please Matt, please..."

Piss started flowing right out of his dick tower and spread quickly through
the uniform's crotch.  I quickly scooted down a bit and stuck my tongue out
to capture any dribble coming off his big bulge.

"Thank you Matt, thank you for your piss."

"Fuck you," he said. Then he stood up over me and unzipped his pants,
pulling the wet uniform pants and throwing them into the bathroom. He was
wearing nothing but his jockstrap.

"Ok piss slut, you want my dick?"  He looked down at me. Drops of piss were
still raining down on me.

"Yes sir, I want your dick more than anything," I said.

I had never seen a bulge so big. He had gotten really hard and it showed in
the jock. I didn't want to wait any more, I got on my knees and put my mouth
on the jock. I was kissing his big dick and at the same time sucking the
piss out of his jock. I wanted this college boy more than anything. Maybe I
could be his full time cocksucker.

"You got nerve you little fag," he said. "Suck that big dick through my jock
you little whore."

I worshipped it for at least 10 minutes. My knees ached and my jaw got tired
but I was determined to prove myself. I fed off his masculinity.

"Ok enough slut, get down on the floor in the bathroom," he said.

I laid down on the cold white hexagonal tile. As I looked up, he pulled off
his jock, one leg after another, letting me see his big dick.

He walked to me and straddled me again, then he shoved the wet jock in my
mouth. He put both of his hands on my head so I couldn't move it, then he
moved his dick to within inches of my face.

"Pull your little dick out queer boy and start jacking. Show me how much you
want it."

It was hard to get me arms through is legs but I managed to unzip and pull
my dick out. It was already slick with precum. I dutifully stroked as I
looked at the monster cock staring me in the face. It had a huge head, it
was real thick with some rings. I wanted it in my mouth so bad. I started
sucking on the wet jock even more.

"You think you earned this dick?" he asked. "Huh? You think you are worth
it?"

I kept nodding yes, jerkng and jerking like crazy to show him how much I
wanted it.

He then grabbed his dick and beat it against my face. Oh fuck, this was
great. It wasn't in my mouth but it was touching me.  He then started
rubbing it over my eyes, my nose, my cheeks.

"You are a little cock slut," he said.

Then he pulled back.

"Stare at that dick boy, think about its power. You want it. You want
everything from it."

I was about ready to shoot. Fuck, I didn't want to ruin this.

"But fucker this is all you get," he said.

A big stream of piss shot out of his hole, soaking my face and the jock in
my mouth.

That was enough. The cum came of  me and I used my left hand to shield the
shot so it wouldn't hit the straight college boy.

He laughed as we pissed more and more.

"Take that faggot, just another piss boy I got here."

After he stopped pissing he stood up and ordered me to clean up the piss
mess on the floor.  I used some towels and a sponge I found on the floor to
wipe it up.

"Ok dickhead, get the fuck out of here and take care of my brother. You got
your little reward today. But I might not be through with you."