This story is not being my usual genre but the first two chapters have gotten some positive comments. . Bert Jenkins also out of his comfort zone when he was dragged into watersports with his paperboy and neighbor. But not unlike a good satisfying piss, all good things must come to an end. This is the final chapter of this story. I hope you've enjoyed it. Please feel free to write and comment, good or bad.
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I Lost Control
Chapter Three
Frank and I came up with a plan to get out from under Wendell's control. There was a big flower show coming up that Sally went to every year in the next city. She would be gone all day. Frank would let Wendell know that he'd be home all alone that day and Wendell would surely come around to torture Frank again. I would be at Frank's house sharing a beer with him on the back deck when our tormentor showed up. Frank's security camera would have a perfect view of the deck, complete with audio. We would trick Wendell into admitting to the camera that he was blackmailing us so we could get him to stop. Sounded foolproof.
That weekend I saw Sally's car drive away early on Sunday. Around noon Frank called and asked if I could come over and help him move his couch. Then I was welcome to stay and watch the ball game on his ultra wide screen TV. That excuse got me out of the house without my wife being suspicious. I went over to Frank's house and we sat on the patio sipping on a couple of beers. I was half way through mine when Frank got up to get two more. I enjoyed the beer but didn't want to get too buzzed so I could play my end of the charade on Wendell. An hour went by and we had downed four beers each. I was about to get up and go relive myself when Wendell showed up.
"Wendell, Bert and I have been talking and we've decided we're not going to let you blackmail us any more with those videos you have. You can show them to our wives or whatever you want to do with them, but enough is enough," Frank started in on him.
"I'm not sure what videos you're talking about, Mr. Thomas," as Wendell looked at Frank with a puzzled look.
"Know damn well what videos," Frank raised his voice.
"Oh, you mean the ones that you made when you forced me to engage in some urination activities with you? Or the ones when you forced me to do the same with Mr. Jenkins?" Wendell asked convincingly. "I was so ashamed I would never want anyone to see those videos," he responded with a smirk.
Something had gone wrong here. And why the smirk?
"You know I didn't have to force, did I?" Frank smiled at Wendell. "Bert here, well, that was another story," as they both laughed.
I had been set up! This wasn't to trap Wendell into admitting anything. This was a trap to put me at the mercy of both of them, Frank and Wendell.
"I've had too many beers," Frank announced, "I need to piss," as he unzipped his pants and pulled out the most perfect 7" cock. I say perfect not because I've seen a lot of cocks or consider myself a judge of a guy's manhood, but if ever there was a description of a perfect cock, his would be it. A bulging vein on an otherwise smooth shaft, straight and sticking out ninety degrees from his groin. A purplish head just slightly larger in diameter than the shaft, rounded at the tip with a pronounced piss slit. One that I was going to see in action momentarily.
"Lay back and open your mouth. I want to give you some more beer, already filtered through my kidneys of course," as Frank moved up close to my side and put his hand on my chest to make me lay back on the chaise lounge.
He shook his cock a few times and started a stream of piss right towards my mouth. It splashed in my eyes and stung like hell. Meanwhile, Wendell had moved to the other side of me and dropped his pants. He took his smaller but almost as impressive cock in his hand and aimed it at me.
"Hold up Frank, I've been drinking lemonade all morning and I want to see if he can taste the difference between beer piss and lemonade piss."
Frank stopped and Wendell started pissing in my mouth. Could I tell any difference? Fuck no! Both were disgusting. While Wendell was filling my mouth, Frank reached down and undid my pants, pulling my soft cock out.
"Hold up Wendell, maybe he likes his own piss better," as Frank aimed my cock up towards my face. It wasn't going to do him any good, I was not about to piss on myself. At least that's what I thought. Frank starting poking me in the stomach and Wendell started tickling me. It wasn't too long before I lost control of my bladder and let loose with four beers worth of warm white urine. Frank did an excellent job of aiming it right into my mouth.
"I guess he likes his own better, look, he's getting hard," Frank pointed out.
Sure enough! I was paying so much attention to my face getting soaked that I didn't realize the touch of Frank hand on my cock was giving me a boner.
"Maybe he'd like the taste of his cum as well," Frank said as he started to stroke my hard cock.
I had tasted my cum once out of curiosity. I didn't find it to horrible but certainly not something that I wanted to do on a regular basis.
"No Frank," Wendell chipped in, "He like my cum the best," as he got close enough to me to shove his cock in my mouth.
I was gagging from all the piss in my mouth and now this teenage cock shoved in there wasn't helping matters. In an effort to stop him or at least slow him down, I closed my mouth and applied some teeth to his cock.
"Ow you fucker, you're hurting my cock! Back off with the teeth or else!" he hollered at me.
I wasn't sure what the 'or else' would be but I did open my mouth slightly.
"You should put your cock in him where they're aren't any teeth to worry about," Frank advised him.
"Done that, was just saving that for the second round. Pull his fucking pants off him and roll him over," Wendell commanded.
Now I know what the 'or else' is going to be.
Wendell positioned himself behind me and pushed his cock against my hole. He grabbed my hips and was trying to force himself inside me.
"You need more lube, youngster," as Frank aimed his cock at Wendell's cock and started pissing.
"What the hell, man? We're supposed to pissing on him, not me," Wendell protested.
"I am, you just got in the way," Frank laughed as he aimed higher and was now soaking Wendell instead of me. Wendell pulled away from my ass and aimed his cock at Frank and returned fire at him, soaking his face and chest.
The two of them were now in a pissing contest, literally, with each other. I took my best chance and tried to slip away while they were busy with each other. No chance. As soon as I had moved a couple of feet, Frank grabbed me and pulled me back on the chaise lounge.
"Not yet, piss sponge. My bladder is empty but my balls are full," as he pushed Wendell out of the way and he got between my legs. He brought that beautiful specimen of a cock to my ass and just plunged in hard and deep. I yelled out in pain.
"Stuff yourself in his mouth and keep him quiet," Frank told Wendell, "and if he bites again, slap him up side the head." Frank started to pound away on my ass while moaning and degrading me. "A piss sponge and a cum bucket. How can I be so lucky to have a neighbor like you? Hey Wendell, maybe I'll keep him all to myself and you can go find another guy to blackmail," Frank laughed.
"We share him or I will go to your wife and tell her what you're up to," Wendell threatened.
"You do, you little shit, and it will be the last thing you ever do. I've been playing along with letting you think you're blackmailing me but you don't have the balls to cross me," Frank screamed as he reached over my back and grabbed Wendell by the throat, tightening his grip until Wendell started to cough then he loosened his grip. "That is just a taste. You cross me and next time I won't let go."
While the two of them were fighting, Frank was still pumping my ass and Wendell's cock was still lodged firmly in my mouth. I could detect the salty taste of his precum in my mouth and my hole had loosened and relaxed so it didn't hurt but rather was feeling better. Especially when he hit the right spots inside me. The drama going on over the top of me made the whole situation more arousing, if that could be something I was willing to admit to. I actually moved my hands around to put them on Wendell's hips and squeeze him as he thrust in and out of my mouth. Back there, I was pushing my ass back to meet Frank's incoming push, letting him come almost all the way out of me and then go balls deep. It wasn't too much longer before he shot his load, yelling and shouting as he did. He pulled out and slumped down exhausted. He grabbed me and rolled me back on my stomach, forcing Wendell's cock out of my mouth.
"Hey, I haven't cum yet, what the hell are you doing?" Wendell shouted.
"Just getting him in position for you. Come around here," motioning Wendell to come back with Frank. "Now bend down and suck his cock. I want him to cum in your mouth."
"No way, I'm not going to eat his cum." Wendell protested.
"You'll do as I say. I'm still pissed you talked back to me. Now suck!"
Reluctantly Wendell bent down and took my cock in his hand, guiding it to his mouth. He grunted and mumbled something under his breath as he slid his mouth over me. It was not a very energetic blowjob to say the least but it did feel good.
"Take it all," Frank yelled as he pushed Wendell's head down forcing my cock all the way down his throat. Wendell gagged and almost threw up. He pulled off as best he could against Frank's push.
"Fucking jerk, I was taking as much as I can. I'm not a professional cocksucker like you, you know," Wendell shot back.
I could feel the anger building up in Frank, still standing behind Wendell and myself.
"I'm not a professional cocksucker but I am pretty good a tearing up a tight hole now and then," as he grabbed Wendell's hips and pulled himself up against Wendell, shoving his cock in him in one powerful thrust while again shoving Wendell's head down on my cock.
Wendell screamed as best he could with my boner buried in his throat. He was gagging and trying to push off me, sobbing and crying from being choked and have his ass stretched out unmercifully. I almost felt bad for him but I wasn't in any position to do anything to stop it. After a few minutes, Frank pulled out of Wendell.
"Fuck, I've got to piss again," and aimed a stream of piss all over Wendell's back. It ran down his back, off his shoulders and onto my crotch. "You keep sucking him until he cums, got it?" as he slapped Wendell's ass and walked towards the house. I finally felt some pity for Wendell and faked an orgasm. My wife had done it many a time so I had a pretty good idea how to do it. I lifted Wendell's head off me and gave him a wink. He winked back through his tears. Frank came back over with a garden hose and began to hose us both off.
"You two have made a mess of my patio. Get clean up and get the hell out of here," Frank growled as he stormed into the house.
So much for the plan he and I had concocted. He turned out to be a bigger asshole than Wendell. I hosed off Wendell and them myself then threw the hose on the ground, not bothering to turn it off. The way the end of the hose landed it ended up flooding out Sally's flowerbeds nearest the patio.
Sally got home from her flower show and saw the damage to her flowers.
"What the hell happened to my flowers?" she creamed at Frank.
"I don't know, I was asleep on the couch most of the afternoon. Resting up for a busy week next week. Must have been the neighborhood kids playing a prank."
"I'll check the security camera and see who it was," Sally said as she walked to the closet where the camera monitor was located. Frank panicked! Did he turn the cameras on or had he remembered to turn them off before he went outside to meet up with Wendell and myself.
The answer was obvious when one week later there was a 'for sale' sign on the front lawn. Frank had left the cameras on and Sally saw enough of what happened to call her lawyer the next day and file for a divorce. I never saw either one of them again.
The following week I had a new paperboy. When I asked about Wendell, I was just told his parents decided a paper route wasn't the best thing for him right now. I guess Sally contacted his parents about what she saw.
As for myself, I have come to terms with the fact that I had derived some pleasure from sucking another man's cock and being butt fucked. But like tasting my cum, it was not something I wanted to do every day. What I realized I did enjoy and engaged in more often was drinking three or four beers on my day off when my wife wasn't around and walking around in my back yard letting my piss go while fully dressed. The warm and wetness of the piss running down my legs, then turning my cock up and wedging it in my waist band so that when I pissed I sprayed it up on my chest and towards my face. When I was all pissed out and soaking wet, I go back on the deck, pull out my stiff cock and stroke myself until I shot my load. Just like the first time when Wendell caught me.
Damn, I almost miss that little shit head. Almost.