Eating Ass and Drinking Piss...Plus One

Northwest Indiana—October, 2017

(This post picks up immediately after the previous one…)

I fuck Marc 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…”

“Sure.”

“This morning I got an email from some local pig.  He says he’s into everything.  I told him I had my playtime covered.  Now I’m wondering if we should use him together.”

“If you want, sure.”

“Let me find a picture of him…”

“If you thought he was hot, I’m fine,” I tell him truthfully.  “Do you need to contact him?”

“Naw, I was pretty sure you’d answer just the way you did.  He expects us in an hour.  Let’s get dressed.”

We grab a sandwich and take off in his rental car.  It isn’t until the GPS directs us into the middle of a corn field that I’m pretty sure I know the pig in question.  It’s the man who had me “rape” him by climbing through his farmhouse window and who I later met and flogged in his rather dark basement.  We turn up his twisty drive.  I tell Marc that I know this guy—and we are all a great match.  I squeeze his tented crotch as we park in the rather cluttered yard.

This time we are let in at the side door.  The man, short and compact leads us downstairs.  His sling hangs from the rafters.  There are two tables—one laden with toys and one empty.  The floor is tarped. The sub apologizes that he is not quite done with his clean out and hopes that we can amuse ourselves for a moment.

“Come here,” says Marc to the sub and points to his feet.  The man kneels.  Marc takes out his cock.  “Drink my piss, boy.”

The sub instantly takes Marc’s cock into his mouth.  He is treated to a blast of piss—a great mix of our combined fluids.    I undo my fly, too.  I really want to piss down his throat before I get fully hard.  The sub has finished the piss and is lovingly suckling Marc’s dick to full hardness.  I need to piss now.  I step up and wet Marc’s cock with a short blast.  This sends the sub into overdrive.  He cleans him thoroughly.  I do it again.  The sub licks Marc dry.  My final blast goes right into the sub’s mouth.  He knows to keep his tongue out of the way and just let the full force power wash his mouth and throat.

I peter out.  “Now go finish up,” I tell him and he scurries back upstairs.

Marc and I strip.  We add our chaps—my leather ones and his Neoprene with a red stripe.  We both put our boots back on and add a harness.  Marc checks out the sling.  “Do you think this is hung tall enough for us?” he asks.

“One way to find out.”

And Marc hops in.  My cock sways above him.  I would have to do deep knee bends to fuck him.  He gets out and we raise it.  He gets in again.  My piss wet cock pokes right on his puffy ass lips. 

“Fuck me, stud.”

I don’t just stick it in.  I want to taste his hole again.  I kneel and stick my tongue up him.  He groans and tells me he can’t wait for my dick once more.  I stand up and plow it into his hole.  He grunts.  I do a slow pull out—and a much faster re-entry.  My hips slam against his butt.  It sounds loud in the confines of the basement.   We fuck.  Noisily.  And right in front of the sub who has returned.

“Get down here,” I direct, pointing to under the sling.  I know he’ll know what I want as I slow the speed of the fuck.   And he does.  His mouth and tongue are all over the underside of my dick on every back stroke.  He stays there for a while, savoring the precum and ass juices.  Then he concentrates on my balls.  This is harder to coordinate.  I bat him away with the back of my hand.  He comes up and around and starts eating my ass.  He is letting his tongue spear me each time as I pull out of Marc’s butt.  Finally, I step aside and push the sub’s face into Marc’s wet ass.  I kind of hate that phrase in bad porn writing of ‘he ate hole like a starving man,’ but there is no other way to describe it.  He does.  He grunts his pleasure and goes about it so intently Marc finally has to stop him as it is beginning to hurt.

“You need to be in the sling,” Marc says.  He swings out and we toss the sub in.  We each get an ankle in the stirrups.  Marc fucks him first.  It’s amazing to watch that huge PA disappear into the puffy hole of the sub.  Yeah, he’s puffy and we haven’t even started.  I stand at the head of the sling.  I cover his face and mouth with yet another stream of piss, then stick my cock into his gasping mouth.

We switch. 

I fuck him and Marc twists the sub’s nipples. 

I fuck him and Marc slaps the sub’s balls.

I fuck him and Marc all but pulls the sub’s balls off his body.

And the sub can’t get enough.

We switch.

Marc fucks for a minute, then begins pulling his balls again.  This time towards him.  I piss again, covering the chest of the man in the sling—letting the last spurt go into his mouth.  I look down at Marc—he has shoved the balls of the sub into the man’s ass.  I watch as Marc pushes his dick in there, too.  Fuck!  It’s really hot to watch. 

It’s even hotter when the balls stay in place and it’s my turn to fuck.  My bigger cock crushes them against his ass walls.  I don’t fuck for long— for they work out as my cock moves over them.

“Let’s open you up good.”  Marc murmurs.

Marc is too tall to fist him in the sling.  That’s what the other table is for.  It’s high enough that with the sub on his knees Marc doesn’t have to bend.

I watch the ease with which he opens him up.

And in truth—I’m fading a little.  I’ve been having sex since 2pm and it’s now after 10pm.  I find a seat and watch the sub get it now on his back and then back to all fours.  Marc offers me a turn—but I pass.  I have become a happy spectator.

Well, even happier when I feed the sub my last piss load…