College Piss Boy Finally Gives Me His Ass

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“Piss me, Daddy...”

 My Playroom—February, 2022

It was Tuesday.  Not a day I am often looking for sex.  But I got an early morning text from my college piss boy.  He was horny.  Super horny.  He needed to drink my piss.  I was surprised and pleased.  He has always been a last minute kind of trick—and I like to plan.  And tank up.  He asked to come late afternoon/early evening.  I said yes.

We chatted a little more throughout the morning.  (He was either at work or class, I don’t remember.)  He asked me to start saving my piss.  I found an old thermos.  I preheated it with boiling water…then began pissing into as I hydrated, waiting for his arrival. 

He was a shade later than we’d said—but all was good.  He came in like a whirlwind out of the cold.  Down we went to the playroom…

 

The tall, thin boy strips and tosses his clothing into the chair by the television.  “I couldn’t find all my slutty clothes.”  He has a lacy crop top under his shirt.  And that’s all.  His cock is in a cage.  “I need your piss, Daddy.  And to suck that big daddy dick…”  He kneels on the padded part of the floor, right at the end of the fuck bench.  I have stripped, too, down to my jock.  I take a moment to sit on the bed so I can put my boots back on.  I slowly lace them up.  Making him wait.  And squirm.  “Daddy….please….”

I stand up.  My cock is stretching the pouch of my jock obscenely.  I bring it over to his mouth.  He inhales.  Deeply.  And begins to lick at the balls not quite contained in the jock.  I finally pull out just my testicles.  Making him wait for the main course.  He licks and sucks on my hairy nuts.  Moaning.  Cooing.  Constantly slathering them with his spit.

My cock emerges.  He takes me deep in his throat before he even licks the head.  Down to the root.  Over and over.  Only then does he pull off and start licking the head.  And the piss slit—constantly working his tongue in there for a drop of juice.  He wants anything my cock can give him.  “Do you have piss for me, Daddy?”

I take my dick out of his mouth and grab the back of his head—pulling him into my ball sack that he has left so wet.  I don’t touch my shaft.  I think hard about pissing…and in a moment, I can.  I pull back from him with “Open your mouth.”

The piss is delivered in a perfect arc into wide, baby bird at feeding time, mouth.  He gurgles his pleasure as he swallows it down.  It’s not a lot.  As the stream loses strength, I get my pissing cock into his mouth.  Directly down his throat.  He waits until the stream stops—and then begins sucking my dick in earnest.

“Get up on the bench.  I want to taste your ass.”

He crawls up.  Getting in place.

I kneel and tongue the youngest hole in my stable of men.  He opens easily.  Someday I will fuck him—but I know it’s not tonight.  I revel in the feel of his hairless, soft ass.  My bladder tells me I have more piss.  I rear up and shower his ass crack.

“Piss me, Daddy.”

I watch the nearly clear liquid run down his crack.  The moment I stop I am back on my knees, cleaning up his hole.  Eventually I stand up.  I fuck his ass crack, pumping my dick up and down along his crack.  It coats itself with the piss I’ve missed.  I take it to his hungry mouth.  He cleans me up—catching sight of himself doing it in the big mirror there.  He loves the look of his sissy self with my monster contorting the shape of his mouth.

I go back to his butt.  I piss some more on his crack and wet fuck the channel—telling him how someday I’ll be inside of him.  I bring him my super wet cock to clean.  “I really want you in my pussy, Daddy.  Someday.”  And he gulps me down, savoring the piss on my cock…

***

We’ve moved to the sling.  Ass eating and piss.  And a little head—though it’s never a great position with him craning his head down and around to get to me.

I spend some time playing with his cramped dick in the cage.  I make his cock strain against the sides of the cage.  I piss on it.  He groans as the hot liquid drips down from his mound of useless cock and over his balls and then his ass cheeks.  I kneel and lick up my piss.

I stand back up.  My cock is lightly greased.  I fuck his wet balls.  This makes him pant.  His eyes are on the mirror above him as he watches me toy with his hairless orbs.

“Up.  My turn in the sling.”  We change over.  I lie back, my boots on the chains.  “Now lick my balls as I jerk.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Do you remember?  Try to get to my sweet spot—between my cock ring and my sack…”

He gets busy.  I stroke.  Zeroing in on how good his tongue feels.  He finds my spot and makes my cock drip.  I lightly coat my cock head with the extra precum for him to lick off.  He does, deftly, before going back to my spot—hoping to make me drool out some more.

“It’s getting late, Daddy—can you give me your cum?”

I tell him I want him on the bed for that.  Once I’m out of the sling, I lie down on the cool top sheet.  My entire body is reflected in the mirror running along the side of the bed.  My legs splay open.  “Suck my dick, boy…” 

He does.  I close my eyes.  I think about his ass.  His tight hole.  Why it is off limits.  How good it tastes.  How I love to piss his butt.  How I would love to fuck him.  Breed him.  I have an image of my cock pulling out and a single drop of cum dripping from his hairless ass—and I’m there.  I shoot into his mouth.  Volley after volley.

We lie there for a long moment.  Curled up together.  Then he gets up and starts dressing.

“Daddy—the Thermos.  We didn’t use it.”

I give it to him.  He undoes the stopper and takes a long, satisfied swig.  One for the road…

"Daddy, Lick It Up..."

 My Playroom—September, 2021

The Latino mentioned in the last post managed to pass his number to me that afternoon in the bookstore.  He mentioned he was not cleaned out on that visit, but would love a chance at my cock when he was ready for it.  So we met soon after.  It was a disaster.  I had mentioned cleaning deep for my cock…and, well, you can guess the rest.  We started.  And stopped.  Started.  And stopped.  And—yeah, we tried until it was clear this was not the day.

Surprisingly, the last hook up of the month had no anal sex at all.  It was the piss boy who lives north of me.  He sent me text just before class that he was super horny.  Could I fill him with piss later tonight?  No anal, but piss drinking and covering and tons of oral sex.  He wouldn’t arrive until very late.  I knew that with proper tanking up I would be up all night, even after he had drunk his fill.  I thought long and hard. 

A new text arrived:  “Please, Daddy!!!?!”

I said yes.

In the early evening I got one more text.  “Can I dress slutty?”

I knew he had a fem side.  I said yes to that, too.

 

He arrives as my bladder is fit to burst.  He is still lanky and just as tall.  His hair is long.  He is maybe 25.  He strips to a lime green thong.  The boy then adds a short skirt—cheerleader short— with lace on the hem.  A lacy crop top covers his thin chest.

The moment we are downstairs in the playroom he goes to his knees.  He fills his lungs with the scent of my pissy yellow jock—which I have worn since his first text around noon.  My cock is not even hardening, I have to piss so badly.  “Open wide, Boy.”

“Give me your piss, Daddy,” he murmurs.  “It’s been so long….”

And it has been a full year since we met.

I dig my cock out of the pouch.  It goes in his mouth.  He knows not to close down.  In seconds, I blast him with a load of recycled tea and water.  He moans deliciously as I empty into him.  He takes every drop.  The moment I am empty, he suckles me to full hardness.  He pulls off me to look at it, holding me at the base.  “I love that Daddy is bigger than I remember.”  He takes me to the root before I can respond.

I let him deep throat me repeatedly before I give a gruff “Up on the bench.”

“Does Daddy want to taste my ass?”

I toss the short skirt up onto his back and pull the string of the thong out of the crack with my teeth.  I connect with his hole.  He is tight.  My tongue burrows in.  He sighs and moans in the back of this throat.  I eat his ass for a long time.  I am surprised when I realize I can piss again.  I stand up and flood his crack.  It cascades down to the towel beneath the bench, the fine hair of his cleft holding on to what it can.

“Daddy, lick it up.  Please….”

I go to my knees and lick up every drop.  When I am done tongue-rooting in his hole, I stand up and run my cock head down his wet crack.  I take my dick up to his mouth.  He cranes around and licks the pre-cum, spit and piss that is coating the head.  I pull out and lean in, letting him service my balls.  They are sweaty from the day and the exercise.  Boy starts to clean them.

“I want to suck them properly…”

I lie down on the bed and he brings his sluttly-clad self between my splayed legs.  This is really nice.  I lie there.  I watch him work on my balls in the mirror next to me.  Individually—lovingly lapping them.  And then in a failed attempt to get them both into his mouth at once.  He goes to my perineum, instead.

“Come sit on my face.”

The skirt is ditched and he sits on my open mouth, making sure to pull the string of the thong out of the way.

 “Ohhhhhh, Daddy!”

I prod open his now wet hole.

“I promise you can fuck me with that big dick the next time…”

I tongue fuck him to remind him of his promise.  Eventually he leans over and sucks my cock as I keep poking into him.

“Let’s do the sling.  I need to piss.”

I get him situated.  His eyes never leave the mirror above.  My hard cock rests on the mound of his thong.  I concentrate—and piss starts spewing out of me.  I coat his thong and shoot a stream onto his well eaten hole.  I stop before I’m empty.  I lick him clean and do it again…

*

It’s late.

I have gotten the rimseat out and had him sit his piss wet hole on my face. 

But now it’s late and I need to get off and send him home.

“I want your load in my mouth.”  He stands up from where he has been sitting on the bed.  “Give me your cum, Daddy.”

“Then lick my balls again while I stroke it.” 

I lie on the bed, spread eagled.  He kneels between my legs and begins licking me in earnest.  I stroke.  Lightly, but intently.  Once I have him stop to lick up a huge drool of pre-cum.  He sighs over this with a “I want more!”

I increase my stroke.  I am almost there.  “Get ready,” I bark.  He hovers above my dick.

“Argh!”

And he is on me sucking up every drop of my cum.  I am really shaking the feel of his tongue on my sensitive cock head is so intense.  He purrs as he gets the last of it and begins cleaning my cock and balls again.  I move around so he is lying on the bed and I am straddling his lacy clad chest.

“Wait,” I tell him.  “I think I have some piss for your ride home.”  My cock goes into his mouth and I let him have everything I’ve got…..

 

 

The boy’s first encounter, in the old playroom, is here.

"Daddy, I Have to...Piss..."

 My Playroom—September, 2020

We’d been talking online forever.  I was pretty sure that talk was all that this one would ever be—after all there was an almost 40 year age difference.  But we kept talking.  We loved the same things—  juicy, cumfilled fucks.  Loads shot down the throat.  And most of all piss—anywhere and everywhere.

And then on the last day of the month, he asked to come to the playroom.  We talked about covid.  He never left his college apartment, where he lived alone, as all his classes were virtual.  I told him about meeting the guys in their playroom…which was just shy of two weeks ago.  He was fine with that.  He asked that we not use names.  I would be Daddy.   I was to call him Boy or Urinal.  I was fine with that.  It actually made my dick twitch.  Then he asked if this meet could just be oral.  (I was guessing he’d stopped his PrEP as he was not hooking up.)  Normally, I might not have agreed to no fucking, but the lure of a piss pig was too strong.  

It was the right decision.

 

He arrives right on time—and needing to piss.  We go right upstairs and strip. The boy is tall and lanky.  He could almost be me at 24, thin, toned not muscular, shaggy hair, slightly hairy chest, and a big hard dick pokes out of the side of his jock.  He goes barefoot.  I am in a dirty jock and boots.

“Come here, Boy.”  I point to between my spread legs as I lean on the fuck bench.  “Suck my dick.”

“Yes, Daddy.”  He kneels between my boots.  He inhales.  And begins to mouth the dried piss and cum on the jock.  He groans.   He fists his growing dick.   I just have to touch his arm and he knows to stop jerking himself.  He concentrates on me.  He takes me down effortlessly.  This Boy has talent.  And I tell him so.

I finally stop him. 

He rocks back on his heels, looking at my engorged, red dick. “Beautiful, Daddy.”

I thank him by sending a short blast of piss across his face.  The blast covers his face.  The second spurt goes into his open, begging mouth.  I push my cock into his piss filled mouth and face fuck him…making him drool some piss down his chest.

He whimpers.  A whimper that tells me he loves it.

“Get on the fuck bench.  I need to at least eat that ass.”

He clambers up as he says, “Daddy, the next time we meet, I promise you will fuck me with that beautiful Daddy Dick.”

His ass is magnificent.  It is the perfect bubble butt.  There is some hair in the crack—and quite a bit right around his hole.  The jock frames it perfectly.  My cock so wants to poke into that pucker.  But I kneel and settle for my tongue.   I lick the length of the crack.  I tongue fuck him.  I travel down his hairy taint, pull the jock away and lick his balls from behind. 

I suddenly feel it.  I stand and shoot a spurt of piss on his ass crack.

“Yes!” he crows.  “Give it to me.”

I am already back on my knees and licking it all up.  I swallow most of it.  And push some into his tight boy hole.

“I need to piss so bad—but I’m too hard,” he moans.

I tell him to get up.  He does and instantly goes to his knees and swallows me down.  “Don’t forget my balls.”  Boy moves off my dick and takes one after the other into his mouth.  I stop jerking and will myself to piss a little.  I get the tiniest drizzle to run down my shaft and over my balls—which he laps up with tiny grunts in the back of his throat.

We break long enough to drink a bottle of water each.

“Sling time.”

He gets in.  I stand between his legs—and instantly shoot out a stream that first hits his mouth and then covers his chest.  “Yesssssss!” he sighs.  He scoops up some with the palm of his hand and dribbles it into his mouth.  I lap up what has landed on his sizable cock.

He squirms.  “Does Daddy suck Boy dick?” 

I don’t answer.  I give him head that makes him squirm.  I stop when I see his balls tightening.  Now I go to his ass.  His hand goes to his cock.  I stop and look at him.  He lets go and grabs the D-rings of the sling.  I love how open his hole is now—almost like a dick had been in it.  I tongue fuck him.  Then I give him a quick, short piss squirt and go back to eating it.

I hand him the blindfold.  He puts it on.  I lick his entire body.  I piss on his pits—splashing some into his mouth as well.  I lick it up.  I move to the other pit and do it again.  I cover his cock and lick it off, careful not to take him into my mouth.

Then it is back to his wet ass.  “Daddy, I have to…piss…” and before he gets the last word out, he is pissing all over himself—his now semi hard pointing right at his mouth.  I grab his dick and point it straight up where his piss rains down on his pubes and balls—and begins to sluice down his ass crack.  I swallow it down.  It is incredibly sweet.

When I have had enough, I stand up and rub my cock around on the wet crack of his ass.  I bring it to his mouth.  He hungrily cleans my cock of his own piss mixed with mine.  I take off the blindfold and get him out of the sling.

We drink a little more.

He kneels and I truly feed him a piss load down his throat.  He is on the verge of shooting as I do it.  I clamp down and stop myself from emptying it all down his throat.  “Stand up and lean into the sling.”  He does.  I tell him I’m going to piss his crack—and then he’s going to sit on the rimseat.

I cover his bubble butt with the last of my piss load, directing most of it to the hairy crack. 

I lie down and shut the seat down.  He sits—carefully—this is a first for him.  His ass rains piss down on my face.  He moans loudly as my tongue finds what was once a pucker and is now becoming a slit—even without fucking.  This is doing it for me.  I have to stop jerking my dick to make sure I will give it the Boy. 

“Daddy—that feels so good.” 

His hole opens more.  My tongue goes deeper. 

“It’s just like you’re fucking me.”

I grunt, lost in the moment.

“I promise to come back so you can breed me…”

I tongue fuck him.  Hard.  I wish that he could piss again—I so want to be covered as he is sitting there.

Without warning he stands up.  He kneels between my legs and takes my cock into his hot mouth…and before I know it, I am giving him my load.  I shoot and shudder and hold him in place.  Not that he is going anywhere.

When I finally let him go—he still stays there, making sure he has every drop.

We get up. 

He whispers “May I cum?” 

“Of course.  How can I help?” 

“Eat my boipussy some more.” 

He gets in the sling—where there are still puddles of piss on the leather.

He jerks and I eat. 

He shoots—like 24 year olds do—copious and very white—all over himself.

He doesn’t expect me to lick it up. 

Or feed him some cum off my fingers. 

But he is glad I do…