Eating Ass and Drinking Piss

Northwest Indiana—October, 2017

On one of my first days in Indiana, I got a message on Recon from a West Coast leather top.  He was slightly older and he looked great in his hides.  But I had to admit I was surprised; while our interests in fisting, watersports and B&D were very similar he seemed to be all top.  After a greeting and a picture exchange (mine was my cock going into a cumslut taken from underneath the sling while his was of his overly greased paw going up a hot ass on a fuck bench), he told me he had a pen pal sub in Indianapolis.  The top had business in Chicago and decided it was time to meet the man who had been doing his bidding by email.  For a moment I thought I was to be a second top to work over his sub, but no.

“I want an afternoon of two tops sucking cock and drinking piss.  Sound like fun?”

I said it did and would be a good change.

“If you’re man enough, you can stick that beautiful cock up my hole.”

I told him that could work, too.

He would be in a hotel just north of me after his Chicago business and before he headed south the next day to Indy.  I asked if I should bring the sling—and he said no.  “How about the rimseat,” I asked.

“Fuck, yes!”

So we made a date.

I find the motel easily.  I sail past the front desk with my bag of leathers and the garbage bag containing the rimseat.  I find his room easily.

“Hey!”  Marc says as he opens the door.  “Strip—I really need to piss.”

I drop the bags on the bed and get out of my clothes.  Marc is in nothing but a yellow trimmed Nasty Pig jock.  He is taller than I, still muscular, a shaved head with little body hair.  Once I’m naked, he all but pulls me into the all tiled bathroom. I kneel.  He hands me poppers.  I inhale and he pulls out his dick.  It’s more soft than hard, but beginning to plump.  He’s bigger than average, cut and has the largest PA on it I’ve ever seen in person.  He takes a long look at me kneeling there and puts his dick in my mouth.

“Take it, man.  I won’t be able to stop it….”

And he begins to unload a torrent of clear piss.  I am instantly rock hard.  My head is spinning from the poppers as I guzzle him down.  He’s right, there is no stopping and starting to give me time to swallow and breathe.  I jerk myself with abandon and finally take my hand away from my dick altogether.  And still the piss pours out of his dick.  I just swallow and try to get some air through my nostrils.

It ends eventually with one last spurt.  The moment the piss is done, he hardens right up in my mouth.  I fold that PA under the head of his dick.  I mentally thank Jacob for giving me practice with how to deal with a PA.  I concentrate now on giving him pleasure.

Marc pulls out of my mouth.  “Hot, man.  You didn’t spill a drop.”  He helps me stand up.  “I want to sample that thing.”  He kneels and takes my super hard cock into his mouth.  He’s good and takes me to the root repeatedly.

It’s my turn to pull out.  “You want piss?”

“Yeah—can you piss hard?”

I don’t answer, I just put the head of my dick in his mouth, wait that excruciating moment as my cock thinks about how to do what I want…and let fly.  Damn.  I am well hydrated, too.  Even before Marc’s massive load.  I fill up his stomach and his bladder—knowing it will recycle to me pretty damn fast.

When I run dry, I help him off the hard tiled floor and we go out into the small bedroom.  It seems silly to take a break and get into my leathers—I just set up the rimseat next to the bed—making sure the tarp is underneath it and with a sheet on top of that.

“Let me eat your ass,” Marc says really low and husky.  His hand in on my shoulder guiding me to the bed.

“How do you want me?”

“On all fours to start.”

I do it; right at the edge of the bed—as I’ve made so many men do over the years.  He kneels and his tongue dives right in—drilling my hole.  He grunts appreciatively and tosses me his poppers.  I take another hit.  He is licking and chewing like crazy.

“Love the hair,” he mumbles and goes back to licking my entire ass crack.

Marc stands up.  “Move up on the bed and roll over.”  Again, I obey.  He crawls between my splayed legs, lifts them, and just before he goes back to my ass, leans across me and kisses me.  I suck his tongue hungrily.  I’ve always loved the taste of my ass in someone’s mouth.  We kiss passionately.  Lots of spit is exchanged.  He slides back down and hungrily eats me out again.  I want the poppers, but they are now under my right shoulder blade and I’m not stopping his magnificent tongue to get them.

Marc pulls up again.  “Fuck, I want to fuck you…” he mutters.

We break for another round of piss in the bathroom.  Marc feeds me first.  I hold the last spurts in my mouth, stand and yellowball it to his eager tongue.  We both swallow.  Marc kneels and drinks me down.  He saves some, too.  Another sloppy kiss.

We go back to the bed.  Marc, without asking, gets on all fours.  He wants his ass eaten.  I toss a towel between his legs.  I have saved the last of the piss I got in my mouth and let it run down his less hairy ass crack.  He groans and I begin lapping it up and pushing it into his hole.  I try to make him feel every bit as good as his rim job made me.

“You gotta stick that dick in me,” he pants.   “Let me feel it.” 

I rear up.  I enter him.  Just the head.

“All of it!” he barks out.  “Fuck me, don’t tease me.”

I slam the rest of my cock into his hole.  I fuck him hard. He grunts.  I pull out.  I hesitate for only a moment and then offer it to him to clean up.  He does.  Loving it.  We kiss again.

We both need to piss again.  We hydrated correctly before play—we are pissing every 20 to 25 minutes.  And the piss we are recycling is making the wait time even shorter.

I go first again.  I save more of his/my piss in my mouth to yellow ball.  He swallows all I feed him from my mouth and gets on his knees.  I piss.  I start and stop letting him swallow.  And once blasting some into his mouth when he looks up at me with eyes that say “Is that all you got?”

It was time for the rimseat.   We started both being polite pigs—you first under, no you.  I stopped that and grabbed a quarter.  “Call it.”

“Heads.”

“Heads it is.  Which way around?”

“Under, man.  Popper up and sit on my face.”

I close the seat on him and sit.  I inhale…and just go away.  I am literally somewhere else.  It’s fantastic.  His lips and tongue are driving me wild.  He is making slobbering pig sounds that let me know he is getting off on it just as much as I am.

We only stop when I have to stretch my legs.

And piss.  We share it in the bathroom again.  But I don’t empty my bladder.  When we go out to reverse on the rimseat, I jet out the last spurt of as my piss on his ass crack.  He’s surprised, then pleased.  I get under the seat fast—he sits and gives me his piss drenched hole.  I do all my tricks.  My cock is rock hard as I eat and slurp and this hole that tastes of my piss and precum.  Above me he jerks happily.  We both edge.  Happily bringing ourselves to the brink and back a couple of times.

We finally stop.

I fuck him on the bed for another moment—then he rolls away and says…“You’re fun and you’re hot.  I want to run something by you…”

To be continued…