I get home from the long night of servicing Dennis Burke and Joey Mangano. After jerking off to the vision of their cocks filling my mouth, I head to sleep with thoughts of a repeat. I have been ordered to appear the next evening in the basement or be hunted down. It is 9 p.m. as I open the back door of the three-decker house where Dennis lives.
Italian tough-guy wannabe Joey sees me, grabs me by the neck and pushes me down the stairs and into the clubhouse. His handsome Irish friend Dennis follows behind, carrying a shopping bag from Bartilomo’s package store.
There are three six-packs of Budweiser in the bag.
We sit on the crappy furniture culled from the trash. The two buddies chug several cans. Joey drinks several cans of Bud with a purpose in mind, but Dennis has no idea what Joey did to me the night before as he had been outside smoking a cigarette and missed that scene. The two thoughtless lugheads don’t even offer me a beer.
Joey has told the curious Dennis that I don’t only give blowjobs, that I did a kinky and taboo thing with him the night before.
“Do you want to know what it is?” he asks. “You’ll never guess.”
Dennis is all ears. “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.”
“Jeez,” I moan to myself. “He is going to refer to himself in the third person again. What a silly shit.” Yet, I eagerly unzip his fly and dig my fingers inside his Levi’s and feel his cock through his briefs.
While he is a total dickhead, he is a delectable 19-year-old stud with dark looks reminiscent of a young Elvis Presley. He has a hairy 190-pound body on his 6-foot frame. I haven’t desired him the way I do Dennis because of his insufferable personality, but that changed last night when he made me sniff the fragrant Hanes briefs he has worn all week and suck his cock. Looking up at him from on my knees, I can’t deny that he is one hot fucker.
Inside the tightey-whiteys is a prize: an uncircumcised beer-can dick now drooping out of his fly. Soft, it is 5 inches long and very fat.
“Open your mouth. Dennis needs to see what a pig you are. Watch this, Dennis. Pay attention.”
Dennis moves closer.
I note that Joey’s bossiness is not just reserved for me.
I am excited but fear what Dennis will think of me watching this kinky act. Will he be so turned off that he will never let me suck him off again?
Joey pulls back his foreskin and holds his cock a few inches from my mouth. “Are you watching, Dennis? Petey, open your mouth.”
A dribble of piss hits my chin before the flow gets stronger and lands in my mouth. The movement of my Adam’s apple bobbing up and down confirms that I am swallowing.
Dennis’s curiosity has turned into horror. “What are you doing, you sick fucks?" Staring daggers at me, he screams, “Why are you letting him do that, Pete? What is wrong with you?”
I am taken aback, ashamed at being rebuked by my object of desire. I should have known that watching me drink Joey's piss would be too much for this vanilla Catholic boy, but I didn’t expect this level of anger and disgust. I mean, he wasn’t on the giving or receiving end.
Joey tries to calm him down. “Take it easy, buddy. I know it’s weird, but Petey here gets off on drinking piss, especially mine. He shocked the fuck out of me last night when I said I needed to piss and he pointed to his mouth and said ‘do it in here.’ What was I supposed to do?”
What a rat Joey is. He forced me into drinking from the tap, but now he’s throwing me under the bus to save face with his buddy.
The falsehoods continue. “Ya know, Pete convinced me that he likes what he likes and I shouldn’t judge. That sounds fair. I’m not judging what he likes and you shouldn’t either. Besides, I needed to go and he was thirsty, so what’s the harm?
I can’t believe what a lying shit Joey is.
Dennis is not mollified by any of these words. “You are a sick fuck, Joey. What you are doing is not cool. And I’m surprised at you, Pete. It’s bad enough that you opened your mouth for him to (he pauses), but you could have spit it on the floor.”
I’m amused that Dennis can’t say the word “piss.”
Joey pays no attention to his moralizing. He continues to arc a stream that hits the target. ”Drink it, dirty boy,” I’m more excited than last night when he introduced me to this forbidden act. While he checks to see if Dennis is still watching, he misses my mouth entirely and hits my eyes with his warm stream. He laughs uproariously.
He is putting on a little show, but I can’t complain. After being grossed out at first, I can’t get enough of Joey’s beer piss. It’s even hotter because it is streaming out of his fat uncircumcised dick.
While I indulge Joey, a thought pops into my head: What does Dennis’s piss taste like?” I picture his mushroom cap inches from my lips poised to feed me. Perhaps Joey can talk him into it. Given his hysterical reaction, that seems a stretch, but he hasn’t left the basement. He is still watching us.
Joey’s pee tastes like warm beer, but watery with a slight metallic taste. I gagged last night at first, but this time I am about to shoot in my pants and want all he can give me.
In the company of these two studs, I learned a lot about my desires. I enjoy giving blowjobs to mostly older married guys in the dark back row of the Strand Theater, but this is different. Dennis and Joey are younger, sexier, and while I suck them, I can look at their handsome faces, crotches and big dicks.
Drinking piss is a total act of submission. It seems even more debasing because I am doing it for Joey, who is a conceited windbag, but I can’t deny how his body excites me.
While I revel in his domination, he takes off his shirt and shows off his muscley body. It is hot in the basement and sweat is making his chest and tummy hair glisten.
My only regret is that I’ve probably ruined future chances to blow Dennis, preferably without Joey in attendance. After Dennis had dared me to suck him in this very clubhouse when we were 14, I obliged and he freaked out and ditched me as a friend. He hadn’t spoken to me again until last night. He is freaked out now.
Dennis moves closer to the action, his eyes revealing his fascination, which Joey notices.
“Why don’t you try it? You drank four Buds. I know you have to go.”
“Nah, that’s nasty,” Dennis answers. “Getting sucked off is one thing, but that is perverted.”
Joey tries shaming him.
“Stop being a pussy. What do you have to lose,” he pauses, “except your piss?” Joey chuckles at his little joke.
“Ya know, you’re missing out on this incredible feeling of domination, especially when you see him swallow. Oh, I almost forgot. You have to work to make it happen.A pee-shy guy wouldn’t be able to do it. I think you’re pee-shy and embarrassed about it. You don’t want me to know. That must be it.”
Joey is pulling out all the stops. I wonder if Dennis is smart enough to see through his manipulations.
“I just want a blowjob like last night,” Dennis says.
That’s not what Joey wants to hear, so he takes a different tack.
“You know Petey ls crazy about you. I see how he looks at you. You’d be doing him a great favor. Ya know, he likes you a lot more than he likes me.”
This is a rare moment of humility from Joey, whose persuasion campaign is amusing. His need to bend Dennis to his will fits his controlling personality, and perhaps it’s working. Dennis is no longer agitated as Joey continues to use my mouth. Is he reconsidering?
Dennis’s cock, like Joey’s, is 7 inches long, but it is nowhere near as thick. The circumcised head is much wider than the shaft, making it look like a mushroom and is a beautiful pink color. His package is completed by a pair of hefty balls and a thicket of light-brown pubic hair. That hair looks much thicker than the hair on his head. His chest and stomach are hairless, except for an enticing treasure trail.
Joey is finished with me and pushes Dennis in front of me. He tries to goad Dennis.
“C’mon, I suppose Petey could just suck you off, if that’s all you want, but any of your bitches can do that. You’re missing an opportunity here since you could piss, then cum in Pete’s mouth. Everybody wins.”
At this point I’ll take whatever Dennis wants to give. Last night’s cum load was as sweet as I’ve ever had. He is a magnificent specimen of teenage beauty — tall and slim with a slightly goofy, boy-next-door face that keeps him from being too pretty and reminds me of Wally Cleaver on Leave It to Beaver.
I have tasted his load twice — four years ago and last night when it tasted more like a man’s cum. I want more of him.
Joey pushes Dennis even closer. With the front of his Levi’s inches from my face, I shake with lust. He seems to be wavering.
“All right, you fuckers, but afterwards I want a proper blowjob — you understand that, Pete?”
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 BVDs stare at me. Unlike Joey’s, his are bright white and clean. I pull them down. I place my nose in his pelt.
“You’re right, Joey, all that beer has made me have to go.”
Joey nods approvingly.
Dennis pushes the head of his semi-hard 7-incher past my lips as I wait. After several seconds, he sighs in relief and holds the back of my head. “You wanted this — here it comes.” I’m amused that he still can’t say the word “piss.”
Slowly it happens — a trickle on my tongue. My fantasy is coming true. But after 30 seconds, the flow stops. He tries to get it going again. Almost a minute of tension elapses as I wait. Perhaps he really is pee-shy. Can he get it going again? I get an answer when I feel a deluge splash of liquid fill my mouth.
While he concentrates, one thing is clear: Dennis can be as bossy as Joey.
Much to my chagrin, he suddenly pulls his dick out of my mouth. “You little twerp. I’m disappointed in you. Joey says you begged for his. Why aren’t you begging me? You’re supposed to have a crush on me.”
I don’t know what to say. Do I tell him that I never begged Joey? He wouldn’t believe me and I’d get a smack in the head from his lying friend.
I desperately want him to continue, so I beg.
“Dennis, please don’t stop. I promise I’ll give you a super blow job after you finish.” I have shamelessly turned into his piss pig.
“Then you better drink every drop and not spill any,” he says. “I bet mine tastes a lot better than Joey’s,” which earns him the finger from Joey.
Dennis’s dick is back in my mouth, an inch inside as I wrap my lips lightly around it. In one second, my mouth is full of his golden juice. While I happily oblige him, he 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 it.”
I don’t want that to happen. I extend both hands in the air and make a downward motion, hoping he gets the message. He reads me correctly and the flow lessens and then stops, letting me savor it and weigh it against Joey’s tangy juice.
The verdict is in: Dennis’s piss is sweeter, less metallic, missing that odd chemical ingredient that Joey’s has. It’s also less salty. Dennis is right about it tasting better than Joey’s. With my mouth still on his dick, I give him a two thumbs up, pissing off Joey.
After working himself into hysterics earlier, Dennis is high on his first watersports experience.
Joey is into it as well, tugging on his foreskin, jerking himself off as he watches. Of course, he takes full credit.
“Didn’t I tell you you’d love it, you big jerk? Next time you want to listen to Joey. Joey knows about these things.”
I am resolved that there will be no end to his talking about himself in the third person.
Dennis’s stream stops and I welcome that. I’ve had enough of a good thing for one day. He pulls out of my mouth and shakes the last few drops on my tongue and rubs his helmet on my lips.
“Thanks for pushing me into it,” he tells Joey. “That was amazing.”
Dennis then does what I never expected. He grips my hands and helps me up from my kneeling position on the floor. It is the first time either of them has been kind to me. Despite his need to match Joey’s macho bullshit, he is a nice guy.
“You look exhausted, Pete. Let’s wait for another night on the blowjob.”
So there will be another night. Life is good.
“Come sit next to me,” Dennis says, as he grabs one beer for himself and hands me another.
“You earned it,” he says.
I am now totally in love with Dennis.
