Piss Vandalism Ch. 03: Role Reversal

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This story contains a transgender (FtM) man (post-operative chest and pre-operative genitalia) and (trans)male-to-male sex. His enlarged clitoris will be called a dick, cock, etc. Finally finishing the series, but I may revisit these characters in the future!

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It had been about a week since the embarrassing mess they made, and Peter was far from hearing the end of it. Having found no free time yet to get Amar back, Peter put up with humiliating text reminders while at work and the tense nightly exchange when his friend would make it home. Amar, sparing little time before going to bed after late shifts, would heat something up for his eleven o’clock dinner. He would break the silence with an off-handed remark about how long it took to purge the stench of piss from his room, or a condescending nothing about how cute it was to watch Peter collapse into horny shambles on the couch.

Peter barked back some nights, then ignored him other nights. Neither option satisfied him. He needed to redeem himself. The novelty of being called out on his shame was wearing thin into annoyance; frustratingly enough, that same irritation turned him on. Getting badgered by that smug bastard was driving him crazy, and Peter was not about to stay the bitch forever.

He had been masturbating at home less and less out of a stubborn desire to deprive Amar of any chance to hear him at his weakest. It was becoming so agonizing that Peter snuck dull scratches at his clothed crotch at work when no one was looking, tucking away in the storage room to press his fingers against his throbbing little cock and get some small gratification.

All of his agitation poured out as frantic—sometimes interrupted—jerk-offs in the office bathroom. His mind often strayed to the thought of Amar’s dick, the brutal force of his thrusts into his mouth, and the venom he spat between curses while cumming hard down his throat. Nothing Peter wanted more than to fill his cunt and replace his toy at home with that cock.

During one of his breaks rubbing off in the handicapped stall, Peter received a text from Amar. He carefully typed out a casual conversation with his clean hand as his other hand, slick with cum, kept moving over his three-inch erection.

AMAR: im free tomorrow, wanna see a movie?

PETER: Sure, your pick

AMAR: am i paying?

PETER: I’ll pay

AMAR: what a gentleman.

He dropped his phone into his breast pocket to finish the job, squirting the rest of his piss into the toilet some moments after a second quick orgasm rolled over him. Pulling his ruined briefs snug over his un-wiped, piss-moistened cunt made the rest of his shift that much more entertaining.

Peter knew what to do to get the upper hand. After deciding on a date with his friend, he set the trap with a late-night viewing on a weekday. He treated Amar with a large soda and got himself a massive drink to match. Peter already prepared himself to hold through the screening, guzzling gaziantep escort water at home beforehand.

Midway through the movie, his bladder had already distended under his belt, prompting him to unbuckle it and let his bladder have room to swell. Not discrete enough, Peter spotted Amar’s wandering eyes and relished in the curious look he gave him. Nothing came of it yet.

During the last third of the film, Peter squirmed in his seat. No doubt distracting Amar who fidgeted, too, groping his own dick through his khakis. The big screen illuminated the outline of Amar’s erection, the sight sending shivers down into Peter’s much smaller hard-on, pressing against the tight seam of his jeans. The skinny fit meant he could shift his weight back and forth in his seat for easy stimulation.

As his jeans hugged and squeezed his swollen trans cock, the pleasure it gave him over the pain in his bladder paired well with Amar’s arousal. He ignored the movie as it ended. When the credits rolled, the two stood to leave, skipping the men’s restroom to head straight outside.

Walking jostled his full bladder. Peter pressed his thighs together, drawing more attention to his awkward gait as he watched Amar struggle next to him. Relishing in his discomfort, Peter teased him with, “It’s a twenty-minute walk, Amar.”

“You think I don’t know?”

“Can you hold it?”

Amar looked up and down Peter’s body. “You know, you don’t look much better. Should I be asking you the same question?” He curled his fingers tighter around his dick, trapping his hand between his legs.

“I know I’m better at controlling myself than you, so I’m not too worried. Sounds like you’re just dodging the question.” Peter touched himself, too, but for another reason; his erection kept a potential accident at bay, so he kept stimulating his engorged little cock.

Amar scoffed. “Controlling yourself? What a joke.”

“I meant holding it.” Peter rolled his eyes. He cut to the chase with a sneer. “You look like you’re about to burst, bud. Why don’t you turn here and take your piss? I won’t judge.” He stopped walking and held an arm out in front of Amar’s chest, gesturing to an alley they were about to pass.

Empty and dark, only lit by the dim edge of the nearest streetlight, the alley invited them in with a simultaneous sense of safety and exciting risk. Although the chances were slim, anybody could catch them at any time. The thought thrilled Peter as Amar conceded to his challenge.

Frantic, Amar unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down off his hips, yanking the waistband of his boxers just under the base of his cock before his bladder let loose. Strong jets of piss fired out his half-hard cock before flowing as a solid stream as he groaned in relief. He sprayed the wall of closed shop and stepped backward to avoid wetting his shoes.

Peter stood to the side. His body blocked the view of Amar from the street, but there wasn’t anything hatay escort he could do about the loud splashing of urine on concrete. It pooled and started to run down toward the sidewalk. He stayed in its path, keeping his hand on his soft blue jeans and rubbing his dick through the fabric.

At first, his strokes were slow, but they intensified as Amar’s cock painted the wall and ground with more of his own piss. Amar turned his head to watch him masturbate. His pee stream reduced to a trickle as his erection straightened out more, starting to curve upward at the slightest angle with each throb of blood to his cock. Instead of trying to put it away, Amar let it stick out. “Your turn.”

Opportunity stared Peter in the face, and he seized it. Stepping closer, he planted a hand on Amar’s shoulder and pushed downward. “On your knees. My aim’s not as good as yours.”

“So now I have to be your toilet?” Amar resisted the push for a moment then gave in, perhaps realizing that Peter was too strong to refuse. He could’ve told his friend to piss off—pun intended—but Amar let Peter get away with it.

Roles officially reversed. “It’s only fair after you pissed down my throat first.” Unzipping his jeans, Peter pushed them down around his knees along with his briefs, baring his round ass to the sidewalk. His trans cock pulsated, aching, and the lips of his cunt had puffed up, slicked together by his cum. “Open your mouth.”

The sight of Amar with his mouth hanging open, hard dick neglected as he waits on his knees, drove Peter mad. Before giving him his helping, Peter pulled back his mons to expose his urethra and front hole. His labia spread open with a wet sound, thick threads of cum breaking between them.

With his little cock sticking further up, Peter unleashed his first jet of piss onto Amar’s front. It poured over onto Amar’s dick, eliciting a soft sigh from him. The second jet was stronger, spraying Amar’s face and neck. Some splashed in his mouth.

“How’s the taste?” Pee dripped from

Amar licked his lips. “Sharp. Can’t say I love it.”

“Get used to it.” His bladder spasmed, and another spurt of piss escaped him, making a longer stream that he directed up and down Amar’s body. Knowing the dam was bursting, Peter gripped Amar’s curly hair and fixed his open mouth to his whole cunt. To his delight, Amar sucked gently to close any space between his lips and Peter’s body, trapping any more piss in his mouth for drinking. Amar tugged his own cock as Peter moaned, the rest of his piss flooding out of him.

A powerful torrent filled Amar’s mouth. He gulped it down, mouthful after mouthful, disgust wrinkling his face yet propelling his fist faster around his dick. Beating off to being used as a toilet made Amar hotter in Peter’s eyes. Running out of pee to fill his stomach with, Peter took advantage of their position and, after some readjustment, started humping his face with his dick still inside.

A hot, wet hatay escort tongue circled around the probing little cock in Amar’s mouth, accompanied by suction that emboldened Peter to fuck his face harder. His hips thrust a wild rhythm against Amar’s face. Slathering his chin and neck in cum, Peter held Amar’s head in place by his curls and pumped his dick between his lips.

“You like me fucking your dirty mouth, don’t you? Who’s the little bitch now?” Peter panted between his jeers. “Fuck… I’m not your slut anymore. You’re mine.”

Pulling away to stave off his orgasm, Peter let Amar have a breath. His friend gasped out, “You’re still a fucking slut.”

“I’ll show you who’s a slut.”

Peter ground his cock against his mouth again, pushing between pressed lips until Amar gave in and sucked the entire length into his mouth. Amar’s tongue worked over the head as Peter fucked his mouth. After a few thrusts, Amar whined around a mouthful as ropes of cum spewed from his dick, streaking the soaked concrete between Peter’s feet in white. Content to keep using Amar’s mouth as a fleshlight, Peter watched him finish as the suction on his own cock intensified and his hips rammed faster.

“Who’s my slut?”

“Mmh…”

“You like being used, Amar?”

Amar let go of his softening cock and gripped Peter’s thighs. The two men locked eyes. Peter wanted to watch every move he made drain the smugness out of Amar’s face. That fire never dwindled, but something changed; Amar switched, so eager to please, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

Now that he showed his weakness, Peter would never let him go.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum—!”

Peter tightened his grip on Amar’s hair and bit around a bestial groan, cumming against his hot tongue with erratic bucks in and out of his mouth. Riding his orgasm, Peter got too sensitive and pulled out, shoving Amar’s head back and letting go to rub himself off the rest of the way. The last trickle of piss dribbled out of him, dragging down a string of his own cum from his cunt. Amar breathed hard and stared between Peter’s legs.

“We’re a mess.” Amar slumped, still sitting on the ground, before getting a helping hand from Peter and standing with shaky knees. “We better get home soon before someone sees us like this, haha…”

Peter scoffed, pulling his wet underwear and pants up. “Don’t act coy. Would you pick your ass up already?” They walked back to the sidewalk with Peter having to slow down for Amar.

“You’ll have to forgive me for having a good time.”

“Next time, you’re keeping your hands behind your back, slut.”

“Alright, keep it down…” Amar’s voice dropped, but it only pleased Peter even more to catch that hint of embarrassment in his voice.

The two of them walked home thoroughly drenched. Not much was said on the walk back as Peter kept an eye out for passersby. He preferred peace and quiet after a good orgasm, and Amar wasn’t in any mood to disturb him either. Seemed like Amar was in the same frame of mind; somewhat alert on the way back, but content, nonetheless. A couple of stares here and there, but that didn’t sour Peter’s good night.

Just meant that some strangers got to see a hint of how lucky he got that night.

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