Getting Even Wetter with Dave

My Playroom—January, 2019

I met Dave in my hotel room as I flew out to New Jersey just before Christmas time.  I wrote about our meet in the recent post “A Wet Airport Fuck.”  We both wanted more—especially in my waterproofed playroom.   We drank up and met at the end of January, intending to let the piss flow…

We are naked in the playroom.  Well, we both have on raunchy jocks and boots.  I sit on the end of the fuck bench.  Dave gets to his knees.  His eyes get bigger as he takes in my cock bulge.  He mouths it and slowly releases my hardening dick from the damp fabric.  I get fully hard in his mouth.  He groans as my cock snakes down his throat.

I am so ready to eat his ass.  I stand—and face fuck him for a moment.  “Get up on the bench.”

He does.  Happily. I pull him back a little to lower his ass to my height.  I slap my dick across his ass crack and go to my knees. 

I dive into his warm, damp hole.  He tastes great.  I burrow into him, using my tongue to pry his hole open.  I finally stand up and swab my streaming cock head across his open pucker.  I push in.  He murmurs.  I hold a fraction of a second and sink the rest of the way into him.  My pubes grind against his cheeks.

Dave exhales—and I know he’s ready for me to fuck.  I pull almost all the way out and plow into him.  Again and again.  His ass is making lube like crazy.  After a bit, I totally pull out of his ass and lick up the lube he has produced.  I bring my cock around to his head.  He greedily licks me clean.  Using just his fresh spit, I enter his hole again.

Dave groans—and takes it.  Willingly.  His ass can’t get enough of the reaming I am giving it.

I stop again to lick up his ass juice.  I take him my cock to clean.  He cleans it just as thoroughly.  This time when I go back to his waiting ass, I squirt out the first splash of piss.  It trickles down his crack. I use my tongue to poke what remains into his hole. 

And fuck him again.

He cleans me, now getting the flavor of my piss in his mouth.

I go back to his winking hole and spray it down again…

*****

I have him in the sling.  We are fucking after a long rim session.  When I need to rest a moment, I stop thrusting and begin licking.  Everywhere.  His balls, his pierced nipples, his pits—fully exposed as he holds onto the D rings of the sling.  I get his fragrant underarms a tonguing, then coat them with piss and do it again.  Now the other side—reveling in how he writhes under my tongue.  When I get back to his ass, I hose down his balls.  The light piss cascades down his ass crack onto the towel below us.  I hunker down and lick it off his balls.  I spend a long time getting every drop of piss out of his ass crack.

My cock is raging when I’m done.  I bury it into the piss drenched hole repeatedly—occasionally pausing to give him a taste.  I always bury my cock back in his ass, covered with his spit.

When we pause—and he stretches his legs, he asks if he can rim me.  I choose the sling.  I lie back and let his tongue go to work on me.  He is every bit as good as I remember from the hotel.  He loves to eat ass as much as I do and it shows.  His tongue drills me as I stroke my cock.  In the mirror above, I watch his face disappear between my slim, hairy ass cheeks.  I tilt my head and see our reflection in the massive mirror behind him:  my legs splayed and the back of Dave’s head working to make me squirm with delight.  My cock is rock hard.  I slow down, think wet thoughts—and spurt out a fountain of piss.  I direct it so it falls on my balls, before running down my ass crack onto his tongue.  It takes him a moment to realize what’s happening, but when he does, he groans in delight and rims me all the harder.

We break again.  Really stop for a moment after this.  Drink water.  Cleanse our palates.

We want more rimming. I get under the rimseat.  It is so different to have that ass spread for you.  I work my tongue ever deeper up into his moist asscunt.  He groans and works his nipples.

“Fuck yourself on my dick a couple of time and sit back here.”

He does.  He settles down slowly on my slicked up cock.  He rides me to the point I think I may have to caution him, but he stops and brings his freshly fucked hole back to my face.  I can’t get enough of eating his dripping hole.

“I want you on here.”

We trade places.  I let him eat me out until I feel my bladder fill again.

“Get back in the sling.”

I help him up and get him settled.  We fuck a little.  I stop.  I hold still as my cock explodes all the piss in my bladder.  Every drop comes out and power washes his anal canal.  I hold on to the sling frame and shudder as the piss pours out of me.

“I want this back.”

I get under the rimseat.  He sits, trying not to expel any of my piss.  And he doesn’t.  I poke at his puffy hole.  Nothing.  It tastes great but no piss—and I have filled his fucked out hole.  Where is it?

And it comes out in a rush.  All of it.  I just have time to seal my open mouth around his hole.  It pours into me.  It never stops.  I swallow it all.  It slows to a trickle just as I need to breathe.

I am panting.  I have totally stopped touching myself. 

We go back to the sling.  I expect to breed.  I enter him and fuck with the intent to blow a load.  Instead, the piss recycles.  I piss him again…just as long, just as much.

It leaves us both breathless.

“You want it again?”

I can only nod and get under the rimseat.  “Sit on my face, man.  Feed me my piss.”

He sits.  My world goes dark.  I seal my lips to his ass lips.  I don’t have to wait for the flood…