Palm Springs: Filling Johnny's Ass

Palm Springs—September, 2021

Monday dawned hot and bright.  As I read my book in the shade on the porch, I looked at where I could play with Johnny.  Jay had told me it was fine to move a sling to my bedroom, but Johnny wanted piss—and I had not seen any kind of tarp to go under the sling.  I looked out at the arbor where the wading pool had been.  It’s hard to see in the picture, with the umbrella in the way, but it has a slatted roof.  I found some big towels and was able to cover most of it to make some shade.  I also hung some other towels as curtains on the east side of the structure.

Jay helped me move the sling.  I stripped to my yellow jock and boots.  I was ready.  I sent a text to Johnny to tell him so.  He replied he was just checking out and would be there in about six minutes…

 

I let him in at the side gate so I don’t disturb my hosts—who both work from home.  The moment the gate latches we are kissing in the shade of the tall palms of the fence line.  He is taller than I remember, close to six foot.   He is thin and barely dressed.  His arms, nicely defined, pull me to him as our tongues surrender to each other. 

We break the kiss, and we walk around the swimming pool to the arbor.  He pulls the tee shirt over his head and tosses it on a white chair out in the sunshine.  He is a lithe guy, with a toned and hard bodied.  His skin is a beautiful cinnamon color.  His black hair is in an asymmetrical cut—and the stubble on his face is trimmed and shaped.  He ditches the shorts to reveal a blue jock with a plumped up pouch.  He slides the running shoes back on—and drags me to the shade I’ve created over the sling.

Johnny goes to his knees.  He takes my cock out of my jock.  I am instantly hard.  It slaps his cheek before he takes me down.  To the root.  He holds me there, my pubes in his nose.  His throat is so damn tight.  He holds, and holds, and suddenly releases me. 

I pant—and he does it again, holding every inch of me in his tight throat.  This time on the release, the long strands of deep spittle connect us.  I twirl them with my fingers.  He sucks them clean.  He goes down on me a third time.  I hold the back on his head and actually fuck his face a little.  He groans his approval—and never chokes.

I pull him up.  We kiss.  Deep and long in the hot desert air.

I break it, with:  “Get in the sling—I want to eat that hairy ass.”

I rim him, but not as long as I want to as he’s begging for my cock.

“I want your cock in me,” he mutters.  “Your raw cock, Papi.”

I have left enough saliva in his hole to slide in with a just a little lube.  He is tight.  And a milker.  From the first moment, he is squeezing my shaft on every stroke.  I keep a slow, steady rhythm—our eyes locked together.

I pull out.  I splatter some piss on his already wet hole.  I kneel and lick it up.  Johnny moans. I stand up and go back to fucking him.  Harder.  Stronger.  We don’t have all morning.  He needs to get to LA.

 I pause and drink from my water bottle—and pass it to Johnny as I slide back into him.

“Can you feed me, Papi?”

I fuck him harder.  Really pounding into him.  I feel my bladder kick in.  I pull out and send a huge stream of clear piss into his face.  He opens his mouth and takes the rest.  Well, before the strength weakens and it coats his chest.  I lean forward and begin to lick it up.  I spit some into his mouth.  Most of my piss dries in the heat before I get my tongue to it.

“Cum in me.  Send me home with your babies.”

I kneel and rim a little.  I stroke myself hard as I do it.  I am so close.  I stand and fuck a little longer—as my eminent orgasm recedes.  I do it again…and the moment I push between his puffy ass lips, I explode.  Not a huge gush of seed, but a lot of sensation as his tight hole squeezes it all out of me.

“Can you piss inside?” he whispers.

“I think....”  Before I finish the sentence I am emptying into him.  I lean down and kiss him again as I fill his hot ass…

When I come up for air, I ask if he wants to shower.  He says  he wants to take all my fluids home.  Then he thinks a little more—LA traffic, his Mother…he opts to shower.  I tuck my wet cock back into the pouch and show him to my bathroom.  He is quick and soon on his way.

The moment I step back into the house from closing the gate behind Johnny, Jay steps out of his office—totally naked.  “You promised!”

I go into his office and shut the door.  I take my cock out—so he can taste Johnny on me.  Such a pig…he erects instantly as he cleans me of Johnny’s ass juices and my cum and piss.

My cock is spent.  But I crawl under the rimseat—(funny how it lives in his office!) and eat out his hole as he jerks to the taste of Johnny’s beautiful ass….