Will Throws a Party--In the Bathroom (Part Three)

St Louis--February, 2012

“I have something for you,”  the older top whispers in my ear.  I’m taking a breather, sitting, watching some barely adequate porn.  The crowd has thinned a little.  I have fucked the cum out of the Handsome Black Top.  I have put my fist up Will, the host, making him drool copious amounts of precum and piss.  I have been playing pretty much non-stop for three and a half hours.  And I need to sit for a minute.

Or maybe not.

I look at the older top.

He nods.  “Come on.”

We go into the bathroom.  I kneel on the small mosaic tile--a tiny black and white checkerboard.  He hefts his sizable cock and walks over to me.  He puts his semi-erect dick in my mouth. I let it rest on my bottom teeth, covering them carefully with my bottom lip.  It’s such an automatic response to start sucking--or using my tongue.  But I just let it rest there.

“You want it?”

I nod my head slightly.  A look of tremendous concentration crosses his craggy face.  We wait.  He can’t quite make his cock do what he wants.  I am salivating--there is something so primal about taking his piss.  I’ve sucked his cock.  I’ve eaten his cum out of the host’s ass. Now I want this one more thing--I want  to feel that cascade of hot, hot liquid over my tongue.

I feel his cock twitch.  Then just the tiniest spurt of piss.  My tongue welcomes it.  I swallow hungrily.  It’s sweet.  He’s been drinking beer all night just for this moment.  He looks down at me, silently checking to see if it’s all right.  I meet his gaze.  He can see it in my eyes.  Fucking imploring him to let go…

Yeah, this is the moment I can totally sub out.

Looking up at an older daddy.

His cock in my mouth.

Waiting for him to feed me.

And I don’t care whether it’s cum or piss.  What ever he feels like…

Fuck, man.  Give me your piss…

And he does.  At least a couple of good spurts.  I swallow the first one.  I let the second roll around my mouth for a second.  None of those silly fine wine similes.  I want his taste to linger on my tongue.  I want to savor this man, I’ll likely never see or taste again.

Another bigger, longer squirt.  His pipes are opening up.  I chug it.  His cock is growing slightly.  I hope he can piss hard.  With the next spurt, I’m having to swallow quickly.  He has it going now.  I love this moment.  I am gulping and sweating.  I swallow it all.  No slopping.

“Oh, you dirty fucker.  Take my piss.”

I am, oh, fuck, I am.  It is now a torrent crossing my tongue.  I swallow and swallow.  My lubed hand has been working my cock.  I have to stop or I’ll shoot.  I’ve reached that moment where you hope his flow will stop, and yet you don’t really want him to…but he does.

It slows.  A tiny trickle.

Then stops.

I keep his cock  in my mouth for a bit.  It swells a little more.  But the older top grabs me under the arms, and pulls me up.

We hug.

He kisses me.   Exploring my mouth.  Tasting what he gave me.

“Damn.  That’s good.”  He looks down where my rigid cock is throbbing against his leg.  “And you sure liked that.”

I nod.

He turns and goes back to his partner.  I race to the sling.  Will is back in it.

“I have something for you,” I choke out.  I mange to get my cock up his abused ass--and shoot a thick load of cum deep into his puffy hole.

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