I returned home from the piss party, slightly bloated, pissing every 45 minutes--and very happy. I had played for 4 hours, but had never gotten off. I thought I’d be writing it up today, but I found I needed some time to process it--to distill all those hours of sex and all those men. As luck would have it, I got a note on BBRT from Gary (who I wrote about in “Bike” ) as soon as I signed on in the afternoon. He wanted to meet--and I needed to shoot a load. He arrived slightly early, went straight to the playroom and began stripping off. He was down to some designer underwear as I entered the room. The young cub immediately dug into my jock with his hands and my mouth with his tongue. This boy was hungry…
I return the kiss. Deep, long, wet. He’s on his knees. No jock worship this time. He wants meat. My cock springs up as if it had not had a marathon the day before. He sucks happily. He can take it deep twice in a row--but always gags on the third. I pull him up, kiss him and sink to my knees. With one pull, his underwear is on the floor. He sighs as I take him easily to the root. After a moment, I stand and we head for the rimseat. I’m under, and ready. The seat is lowered. He pauses as he straddles the stand. I look up the well worked out thighs to his shapely, hairy ass. Almost as if he knows the show he is putting on, he carefully lowers himself onto my face. My eager tongue plunges in. He groans. I get lost in licking ass. I have no idea how long I lick and suck and chew.
“I want to sit on your cock.” We move to the bed. I lie dead center. And he slowly lowers himself, his back towards me, onto my rigid cock. He groans deeper.
It’s my turn to sigh. “That looks so hot.“ And it does. My thickness disappearing into a nicely tight hole. He rides for a bit, then rolls onto his side. I hold his left leg and slowly re-enter. It’s my least favorite position, but he loves it since I can’t go as deep--at least this early. I fuck, working his nipples and kissing the back of his neck. The playroom is heating up with the last heat of the sun and our exertion. We are both delightfully sticky.
Soon it’s the sling. I am on my knees with my face buried in his butt. My bearded chin is working his hole as I lick his taint. His ass is making lube on over drive--defending itself from my onslaught. I dip down and sample. I rise and slowly insert. Soon I’m making the chains rattle. He needs me to slow. I do. I fuck--barely moving. Then stop, three quarters buried. He bucks toward me in the sling. He is fucking himself. He jerks his body forward--shoving it towards my unmoving dick. It sets the sling in sling in motion. My cock gets harder at the unexpected. I can feel it drool. He has found the rhythm that keeps the momentum going. I stand stock still and feel him impale himself on me.
When it finally stops rocking, I bend to see if I can taste my pre-cum. It’s too deep, but his hole is sweet. I spend long minutes swabbing out his hot ass. I grab my water bottle. I take a swig, swallow and stick my cold tongue as deep as I can into him. His vocal lets me know he loves the feel of it. I take another swig. This time I hold some water in my mouth. I open his hole with my tongue and push the water into him. He gasps and jacks his cock harder. I rise and stick my cock into the slightly cooled channel. The temperature difference is great. I fuck it back to it’s natural temperature.
My hand is covered in lube and precum. I smear it across both nipples. He loves that. Gary’s nipples are his chief pleasure points. His hands never rest, gently massaging them or just running his fingers across them, teasing them, lightly rubbing them.
“Do you have any piss?”
I pull out. I am still pissing easily from the day before. It takes a second for the plumbing to switch and then my hard cock spits a short blast on his cock and balls.
“That’s so hot.”
But I’m barely listening, I’m deep throating his cock and drying his balls with my tongue. My piss is still clear and sweet. I send another short burst on to his ass crack. My tongue follows. My cock swells and I re-enter him. A short blast in his guts. Just enough to feel as I fuck.
“On my chest. Piss on my nipples.” I love that on this visit he’s asking for it. Converts are hot. I slow the fuck, withdraw my sticky cock and shoot a stream that starts at his naval and then arcs up to his nipples. His hands flutter across his hairy chest, smearing it across himself. I come around to the side of the sling and slurp noisily. I have pissed the lube away from his nips. I take my right hand away from my cock and smear some of the stickiness across his right nipple. His hand goes to it. Then his left. I massage this one. Gary’s cock is being jerked hard and fast. I move around and re-enter him. I reach back down for his nipple. I’m afraid he may be shooting too soon. My other hand tries to stop his frantic motion on his cock. It’s too late. He shoots. The first strand hits his clavicle. Then another and another. I slowly withdraw my cock--I know he can’t take it after he cums. I dip to lick his cum off his cock but he’s too sensitive. After no release on Saturday--I have to get off. I smear some of his load across his nipples, then with most of it on my fingers, I swipe it across his ass. I bury my face in it’s wetness. It takes no time once I tell myself to shoot. I rise, stroke and explode onto him.