The Return of Fluid Pig

My Playroom—March, 2018

The next day after the watery fuck, I had another man in my playroom.  It was the Fluid Pig.  A couple of years ago we played quite often.  There was a break of almost two years as we found it harder to connect—and maybe he wasn’t out my way as much for work. 

The Fluid Pig is at least 10 years younger than myself.  He is in good shape, tall, with meat on his bones.  He loves to be bred—and sometimes that’s all he wants.  Tonight he wanted to be worked over the way I used to play with him.  We both hydrated before the meet.  We wanted it wet, in a good way…

He strips down and stows his clothes away in the bureau reserved for visitor’s garments.  We spend a moment catching up and talking about Fukd in Toronto.  I tell him I’m going again this month. He tells me I may see him there.  He’s naked now but for a jock.  He gets on his knees and starts tonguing the pouch of my jock.  I’m wearing the yellow one—it certainly smells of me, my piss and some ass it’s been pressed against—but not overpoweringly so.  He laps at it getting it good and wet—bringing the scents to life.  He grunts and mouths it some more until it is sopping.

He works my thickening cock out.  I spring up, semi hard.  He takes me to the root.  I reach full hardness buried in his throat.  He pulls off when he runs out of air.

“Fuck, yeah.”

He sucks me, expertly, a little longer.  He licks my balls, too.  And under them, as I pull my cock up towards my chest.

“Get on the bench.”

He doesn’t hesitate.  He grabs the handles and holds on.  I am already kneeling and eating that full, furry butt.  I tongue his hole—he opens easily for it.  I am inside him with very little work.  I slobber into him—I want to use as little artificial lube as possible. 

I stand up.  I piss a short burst onto his ass crack.  It trails down his entire crevice and puddles on the towel on the waterproofed floor.  I do it again.  He mumbles, telling me it’s hot.  I do another short piss burst and get back on my knees to clean him up with my tongue.  This gets me so hot I have to stand up and push my dick into him.

He groans as I bottom out.  I give him a moment, and then begin a slow fuck.  Just a tiny rocking at first, barely moving in and out but it makes him keen into the black naugahyde of the bench.  I begin a full on fuck, now of his piss wet hole.

“You like my piss fucked into you?”

He nods and then looks up into the mirror on the wall in front of him to catch my eye.  “Fuck me harder, Sir.”  I do.  I give his guts a good churn.  I pull out abruptly and bring the ass juices on my cock to his waiting mouth.  He cleans me up hungrily.

I go back to his ass.  Fuck.  Clean.  Fuck.  Clean.  Fuck…

“I need to piss, you want it?” 

I do.  He gets up and I get on my knees.  He feeds me his cock—and suddenly a long piss load.  Far from giving my cock a moment of rest, it bones me up.  I feel rock hard as I stroke myself.  When he runs dry I tell him to get back on the bench but just for a moment.  He does…and I cover his hairy crack with my own piss load.

“Now sit on my face.”

I get under the rimseat and he lowers his dripping ass towards me.  My tongue connects.  Heaven.  I wring out the hair with my tongue and poke the juices into his hole—only to lick it out again.

“Ride my dick.”  He does.  As I lie right there.  He fucks himself on it…and he knows to bring his wet hole back to my face.  I stick my tongue into him as deeply as I can…

*****

We’ve moved onto the sling.  I piss his ass crack again.  I lick it up.  I have him grab the chains above his head.  I piss on his fragrant left armpit and lick it up.  Then the right.  I let him suck me for a moment and give him a blast of piss in his mouth. 

I go back to fucking.  This makes him piss himself.  He covers his chest—then he holds his dick straight up so the piss cascades down his ass crack and over my cock—and I fuck it into his slick chute.  I make myself keep fucking until he empties his bladder.  Only then do I stop and lick up all the piss with which he’s covered himself.  I bend to lick his chest.  My cock goes back into him as I do it.

We fuck—his eyes riveted on the mirror strapped to the sling frame above him.

*****

We take a break on the bed.  At least it’s supposed to be a break, but soon enough he is riding my cock as I lie there. 

We move to a doggy, with me kneeling on the bed.  Can I really be fucking into him deeper over here?  I slam into him, his head in the pillow.

He rides me once more.  He pounds his full body down on me.  And he shoots.  Big.  All over my chest.  He stops for a moment, catching his breath.  He wipes it up with his hand and smears his load on my cock.  He sits down again on my jizz covered dick.  He leans over and licks up the remaining drops of load off my chest.  His hole now is slick velvet.  I want to be in control.  And I want to cum.

We quickly move back to the padded fuckbench.  I lick up the semen escaping from his hole, but I don’t delve deep inside.  I stand up and plow into him.  Again and again.  My cum spurts out as violently as anytime in recent memory.  I keep fucking—churning our two loads into one runny mess.

I collapse on his back—and hold on to him.

A moment.

Then I sink to my knees and begin to eat the mixed loads…

(Newer readers should hit the Fluid Pig label at the bottom of this post for other entries and pictures.  If you have not read it before, you should certainly look at ‘Fluid Pig and the Cum Harvest,’ linked here.  It is one the hottest and nastiest things I have ever done in the playroom…)