Muscle Ass and the Power of Piss

 My Playroom—April, 2024

 

Muscle Ass, the hot man working a contract in my area, was back for another few days.  Between his work schedule filling his days and the gig I was doing on most evenings; we were forced to meet for another late-night session. 

We met on a Wednesday.  We chatted a bit.  He told me about an encounter he had the night before where he was fucked in the cab of a semi-truck by not one, but two drivers.  Repeatedly, as both were multi-cummers.  Hearing how awash his ass was with cum, hurried us along to get down to the playroom…

 

Muscle Ass is watching porn, stripped to a jock, a harness and thick socks for the cool floor.  As my bathrobe comes off, he goes to his knees in front of the sling.  Seeing that hard ass framed by the straps of his jock makes my dick thicken.  The idea that that ass took so much cum last night, makes me fully hard before his mouth totally envelops me.  He feels very wet and hot.  His tongue is active, especially around my piss slit as I am leaking precum.  I mostly let him work my cock at his speed and rhythm, but I can’t help but once or twice hold his head in place and fuck his face.

I let him come up for air.  He stands with “Sorry, I need to go upstairs and piss.”

I look at him.  “I’d be happy to drink from the tap.” 

He looks intrigued.

“Or,” I continue, “you could hose my ass crack down while you rim me.”

“That one.  Get in the sling.”

I hop in.  I elect to keep my boots on the chains, not in the stirrups.  Muscle Ass kneels and his tongue finds my hole.  No trailing down from my heavy balls and across my perineum.  No, his tongue zeros in right on my tight pucker.  He groans.  I moan and uncap the poppers I keep for being rimmed.  His tongue is so deep, so fast.  I close my eyes and babble about how good it feels.   MA spits on my hole.  His tongue spreads it around, poking some into me.  He does it again and again.

I concentrate, stopping my stroking for a moment, and will myself to piss.  It’s not a lot, but some pale piss flows down over the balls and down my ass crack to his waiting tongue.  He groans again, and licks me clean.  He stands up, determined to hose me down.  But he’s hard.  Too hard.  He curses at himself.  I tell him to shut up and eat my ass…

*

Muscle Ass is now in the sling.  I am kneeling on the slightly damp throw under it and eating his ass.  I can’t stop thinking about the big dicks that were fucking him last night.  I stand up and slide in.  He grunts.  I pause and let him adjust before really starting to fuck.  His ass is wet and hot.  I begin to plow him. 

“Fuck, yes!” he moans.

I fuck harder yet.  Abruptly I stop, pull out and make him taste his ass on my cock.  He swallows me down, making the sexiest sounds deep in his throat as he cleans me up.

I fuck him again.  And again.  Each time, his mouth is just as hungry to taste himself.

We switch to the bench.  He can’t take his eyes off the mirror to the side.  He watches me rim.  He sees me stand up.  Insert.  And plow.  He groans and curses and tries to hold off using poppers and loses the battle.  I fuck that much harder as the vapors hit.

I pull out and bring my wet cock to him.  He cleans me.  “And my balls,” I remind him.  They are awash with ass jizz.  He licks and sucks each orb, carefully, into his mouth.  I go back and lick his ass, enjoying the same juices that he has just ingested.  I fuck once more.  More cleaning.

“I need to stretch.” 

Muscle Ass gets up and does just that.  I notice his dick is totally soft after all the hard stretching of his ass.  “Still got to piss?”

“Fuck, yes. Get back in the sling.”

I do.  I take a hit of my poppers.  And in moments I am being pissed on.  No, not just pissed on, but hosed down.   With a fucking fireman’s hose.  It just keeps going and going and going. A powerful, never ending blast of piss.  My ass is incredibly wet, my balls, my cock…

And now he is on his knees, licking it all up.  He spends most of his time on my ass, but my cock and balls are cleaned too.  When he has a mouthful of his piss, he brings it around to my mouth.  It starts as I nice fluid swap.  But it builds into a kiss of dueling, hungry tongues.

He reluctantly breaks it.  The lured of licking my ass is too strong.  He all but wrings out the hair in my ass crack with his tongue.

We kiss once more.

And I tell him I need to fuck him.  It’s getting late—and I am so ready to unload my balls.  We change places.  I kneel on the very wet throw.  I open his hole once again with my tongue.  Today he has very pronounced ass lips from the fucking he took the night before.  I savor them.  They are now so puffy they fill my mouth, making my cock drool.

I fuck him.  Long, hard strokes.  Making the chains sway.

Then I stand stock still and push the sling away—and him off my cock—before pulling him back onto me.  Again and again.

One more round of rimming for me as he poppers up.  I stand, his taste still on my tongue.  I get halfway into his puffy hole before I explode.  Half the load drips down his crack—the other half is deep inside him.

My tongue soon finds it all…