Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2011 19:40:14 +0100
From: David Phillips <david.phillips321@ntlworld.com>
Subject: Two Boys Love For Piss - a true story.

I remember my brother had really hacked me off that day. He had told our
mum about me stealing some money out of her purse to buy some chocolate. I
was sent to our bedroom early and without supper. I was only given my large
tumbler of water as usual. At the time all this happened he was 10 and I
was 8. We were two kids who mostly enjoyed playing together; but that night
he was my worst enemy.

Tommy and I shared our bedroom. I lay in bed with the sun still streaming
through the closed curtains, plotting revenge. It was way too early to try
to sleep. Suddenly, I had the best pay-back plan ever! I bided my time
until my plan could be carried out.

I lay on my bed looking round the room. Tommys half had pictures of
footballers on the wall. I thought about how people were always bigging him
up, saying he showed early potential at soccer. I was jealous of the
attention.

Me, I'm different to Tommy. My name is David. I've always been slight in
build. I get that from mum, as well as my white blond hair. Often people
presumed I was a girl because I was so pretty. I didn't like football, but
I did like looking at Tom's pictures. I thought (and still do) that David
Beckham is the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. I used to tell
myself that I was named after him, but I really knew that wasn't true. My
side of the room had pictures of Britney Spears. I liked her a lot but
preferred Justin Timberlake.

After a long wait, Tom finally came to bed. By now the room was only half
dark. He took all his clothes off ready to put his PJs on. Looking at him I
saw he was clearly going to take after our dad in having an athletic
build. His ass was already muscley and he was developing a V shape to his
torso. He looked good and I hated him even more at that moment because I
wanted to be like him.

He put his pajamas on and got into bed. I waited and waited to be sure he
was sound asleep. I know Tommy always slept deeply. Mum could never wake
him in the morning.

I crept over to his bed and gently pulled back his duvet. He was wearing
Superman PJs. I got out my little hairless boycock and pissed over his
cock. It felt so good. Looking back I think this was the first time I ever
felt really turned on. Now mum would be angry with him for wetting the
bed. I had got my revenge. Result! I was wired with excitement.

I woke up to the noise of mum changing his bedding. She wasn't cross with
him at all. She was saying things like everyone has accidents and not to
worry. He kept saying sorry to her. This wasn't what should have been
happening. She should have balled him out.

I was angry my plan hadn't worked. That night I did the same again. I got
out of bed, lifted his duvet and pissed another load over him. I loved
it. It was so exciting. I wished someone would do it to me! Again, in the
morning mum comforted Tommy, asking if he was worried about anything or
whether he felt unwell.

Either because he was still in mum's good books or because I enjoyed it, I
planned to do the same thing again that night. I made sure I drank all my
water early. Some time during the dead of night, again I got out of bed and
went to Tommy. I lifted the duvet and pissed to my hearts content. Suddenly
Tommy sprang to life and grabbed me. I was still pissing. I couldn't stop.
He thumped me in the face and pushed me onto my own bed. I was totally wet
by now. I was really scared at how angry he was. He jumped on me and sat on
my chest with his knees on my shoulders. I was pinned down by his strength
and couldn't move. He got his own dick out and started pissing on my
face. His cock was three inches from my mouth and he started pissing a full
boy load. I couldn't believe what was happening. It was awful and yet the
most exciting thing that had ever happened to me. I started to tell him to
get off me and some of his piss went straight in my mouth. I drank it. I
don't know why, but my instinct was to swallow. I was mesmerized by the
sweet taste of his boy piss and the fact that his boy cock was so close to
me. He had the first signs of cock hair like my dad has got. I swear as he
was pissing his cock got bigger.

When he finished, he rubbed his wet cock on my lips. He then got up and
went to the bathroom to clean himself. He'd taken his PJs off as they were
wet. I clearly saw his hard cock as he got back into bed. He looked across
to me and said he was going to kill me in the morning. I lay there frozen
in my wet bed, still tasting Tom's delicious piss. I was scared and elated
at the same time. I realized I, too, had the biggest hard-on I had ever
had. I didn't sleep the rest of the night; my mind was spinning.

In the morning Tom said nothing. He barely looked at me. I presumed he was
going to tell mum and I would be in more trouble than I could imagine. But
even when I got home from school after my dance-class nothing was said by
anyone. Mum told me to get a shower and dinner would be ready, the usual
evening routine. I preferred to take a shower because I was allowed to do
that on my own. If I had a bath Mum insisted on supervising me. I also
liked a shower best because the splashing water on my dick always made it
go hard. I always thought it looked nicer hard. I pulled the curtains
around the bath and got the shower going. I was busy soaping myself in the
shower when Tommy pulled the shower curtain back. I hadn't realized he'd
secretly come into the bathroom. He was already naked and had a mean
expression on his face. We often took showers together, but this time I
immediately knew it was going to be different. I suddenly had the same
feelings as last night; excited and scared all together.

He quickly got into the shower and before I could get the soap out of my
eyes, he thumped me in the stomach. I doubled up and fell to his feet. He
leaned over me and turned the shower off. In an instant his piss started to
flow; big boy piss; the same sweet smell and sweet taste. Without even
thinking, my mouth was open swallowing down as much as I could take. We
both knew that from thereon I was addicted to piss.

It wasn't long before we became friends again. But the pissing continued.
Sometimes when we were in a park or over the fields he would make me strip
off and he'd piss over me. Over time I saw his cock get hairier and bigger.
As he grew up his cock began to give off a fantastic aroma. Sometimes,
before he started his piss, he'd pull back his foreskin and he'd allow my
to take in his full cock stink. By the time I was twelve I was regularly
sucking on his dick. I loved the taste of his boy cum as much as I did his
piss. Tom was able to shoot his load several times a day, most of it going
down my throat. I remember the following year we moved house; the plan
being for us to have a room each. Mum couldn't understand why we insisted
on still sharing.

By the time Tom was 15 he was regularly pissing in me, over me, shooting
his cum down by throat or over my face. I loved every minute of it and I
loved every inch of him. I loved his increasingly defined and strong
body. I loved the hairiness of his cock area and armpits. I never wanted
anything to change. I only ever wanted to be the boy Tom loved. We became
even more adventurous. I remembered I wanted to do whatever pleasured
him. I started licking his asshole; I adored the funky taste it gave
off. But best of all Tom started to fuck me. He took full advantage of the
fact I would do anything for him. Whenever he got a boner and we were
together, and that was often, he would want to pound my boyhole. Sometimes
he would cum very quickly. Other times he'd be banging my hole for ages. He
wasn't gentle when he fucked me. He fucked hard and painfully, but whatever
way I was always in heaven.

One day when I was 16, I was studying in the bedroom. Tom came in and
demanded I strip off naked. He inspected my body completely and thoroughly
as I stood still. Never having showed any interest in my dick previously,
he held it in his hand and squeezed hard. He hurt my balls. By the time he
let go my cock was hard. He said my cock was pathetic because it was so
small. My cock was only half the size of his glorious 7-inch weapon that
fucked me so regularly and so roughly. He said that because my dick was
child sized that I must look like a child. He ordered me to shave off my
blond cock hair and the wisps of hair I had under my arms. He wanted me
totally smooth. He gave me 15 minutes to do this and report back to him.

It was difficult shaving my rock hard cock, but at least I didn't cut
myself. When I went back to him in the bedroom he said I was a good boy. He
made me look at myself in the mirror. I liked how I looked, like a boy
whose job it was to pleasure his increasingly manly brother. He came and
held me, him clothed and me naked. He lifted up my chin with his hand and
kissed me. We had never done that before. A long, wet, gentle, hard,
passionate kiss. I loved his tongue deep in my mouth and mine in his. We
separated and he pushed my shoulders so that I knelt in front of him. I
undid his belt and fly. He was not wearing underwear so I easily took his
cock into my mouth. This time his cock stank of old piss and dried cum. He
laughed as I slurped on it; he called me a dirty bitch. I went wild for his
manstink.

Over time my role as his bitch-boy became clearly defined. He became
increasingly gym honed; I began to like my slim androgynous appearance. He
used me, fucked me, pissed over me every time he wanted. Living in London,
we started going to gay clubs together. Initially, we went to dance clubs
but we soon discovered fuck clubs. He would bang my hole with guys
watching, he was a complete exhibitionist. Later he would encourage me to
get laid by guys, sometimes several at a time. I loved finding big cocks. I
would take all-cumers. Tom would also hard fuck complete strangers. He
looked fantastic in his Doc Martens and his jock. I preferred to wear my
Calvin Klein titey-whities. But for me the very best times were always when
we were alone and I was servicing my brother.

At 20, Tom left home for college in the north of the country. I only saw
him between terms. I missed him more than you could imagine, but a boy
still has overwhelming urges! I loved going to clubs in London, The Hoist
and Oi! Guys wanted to use me, and that was fine by me. My boycunt was
pretty popular on the scene.

One night I took a trip to The Vault, my favourite fuck club in town. It
was heaving with fit, hung, naked guys. I was dizzy with horniness. I would
have loved to have lined all the fuckers up and have them each leave a load
deep in my hole. I slipped into a dimly lit glory hole cubicle when one
came free. There was a glorious rock hard dick sticking through the hole,
cock ring, Prince Albert, big bulbous head, the fucking works. I took the
bastard down my throat in one. It made me gag but there was no way I was
going to stop. After a while, I quickly stood up and impaled my already
lubed up boycunt onto this magnificent dick. It banged me like the world
was going to end. I wanted to have more from this guy and slid his cock out
of me so I could kneel down and speak to him through the hole. When our
eyes met I was stunned. It was Tom. We signaled to get out of the
cubicles. Outside, we grabbed each other and kissed, absolutely ecstatic to
see each other. I was suddenly taken by the fact he'd had his dick pierced,
nipple rings and a tat over his shoulder and arm. He looked fucking
magnificent. He garbled something about intending to come home early and
surprising mum and me. He'd certainly done that!

I couldn't leave him alone. We shared beer and laughs in the bar. He put
his tongue deep down my throat. He fucked my cunt for all to watch. He made
me clean my ass juice off his cock. But best of all, to prove I was his
bitch boy he pissed over me so that, again, I was marked with his stink.



Please let me know what you think of this story. I'd love to receive
feedback. If you like it I can happily write more about Tom and me, or of
other guys I've known along the way.

David.phillips321@ntlworld.com