Piss Newbie

My Playroom—April, 2018

Back on March 8^th I was working on a post and then, instead of writing that night, I went out to meet a newbie to talk about piss play.  (You’ll find it here.)  But let me quote a little: 

“…A young man wanted to meet in a neutral space.  I agreed.  I found him there drinking coffee and immersed in his phone.  He was in his mid-20's, handsome and had long dreadlocks brushing his shoulders.  He wanted to know about piss play.  About my playroom.  How to prep for it.  How I liked to play with piss.

I was eager to share.

We chose not to get wet last night.  Partly for I have a big day today and didn't want to wake up every half hour to piss.  Partly for the cold snap here in Michigan has made my playroom cold--even with a space heater--it was not the night to be covered in piss while I ate his ass.

But I'm sure you will be reading about it soon on these pages.”

Well, it took us until April for our schedules to mesh and for the weather to get warm enough to do piss play in my drafty old house.  But meet we did…and here it is…

He’s right on time.  The door bell sounds loud announcing his arrival.  He comes in, rather flustered and nervous.  He wants to sit in the living room and talk a little—“If that’s Ok.”

I agree and we sit, both clutching our Gatorade bottles.  We talk of his drive down (he had to stop twice to piss) and his work schedule (which sounds much like mine for the summer.)  I ask if he’s still looking for an all piss and oral meet.  Yup, there will be no anal today and that’s fine as long as I know it going in.  We chat until he’s relaxed and he says he’s ready to go upstairs.  He strips and ties the dreads up under a bandanna—there’s no way he wants those soaked.  He has a good, if not ripped, body.  He is naked.  I keep on the dirty jock I’m making reek for a filthy Canadian.  And my combat boots reserved for the piss party.

We move to each other and kiss, standing up.  He’s good.    His cock swells enough to nudge my balls.  He breaks the kiss.  “I really have to piss.  How do…”

My answer is to fall to my knees and take him in my mouth, lightly, just his slightly swollen cock on my tongue.  He takes a moment—and then blasts a huge stream of pale liquid down my throat.  All at once.  No starts and stops.  I swallow like mad.  I’ll be damned if I’m going to waste any or choke on his first piss feed.  I manage it all down.  It’s incredibly sweet.  And the look on his face—the delight in seeing me drain him dry— is priceless.

Once it stops, I begin sucking his cock.  I have him hard instantly.  I stand up.  We kiss again.  He likes the remnants of the piss in my mouth.

“That was super hot,” he says.  “You ready?”

“I want to check it to make sure it’s diluted enough.  Get up on the fuck bench.”

He does.  I kneel behind him and begin tonguing the crack of his bubble butt.  There is coarse black hair up and down his crack.  I begin licking the length of his ass crack—pulling his cheeks apart.  He moans and tells me that feels wonderful.  I begin drilling his hole.  He likes that, too.  Enough that he reaches back and helps hold his spread cheeks.

I take the opportunity to stand up.  My cock brushes by his hole on the ascent.  And I start to piss on his ass crack.

“Fuccccccck!  That’s so hot!”

I stop the stream and go back to my knees.  I lick the piss out of his ass crack where it is dripping from all the wiry hairs.   He moans again and tells me to eat him out.  I lick up every drop I can.  I stand back up and spray him again.

I fall to my knees again and clean up round two.  When my tongue has found every drop, I stand up.  I still have some in my bladder. 

“I have some for you to drink.”  I’m thinking I might just go around and hose his open mouth, but in a flash he’s off the bench and on his knees in front of me.

“Give it to me.”  I stick my hard cock in his mouth.  It barely deflates at all before I piss.  Long and fast.  Making him work to drink me down.

“You like that?”

He makes the most erotic sounding swallowing noises of assent.  When he’s done, he stands up and gives me the biggest kiss.  Well, fuck me, he saved some of my piss and is giving it back to me.  Fuck, yeah!  We yellow ball it back and forth, until I get greedy and swallow it.

“Let’s use the sling.”

He gets in.  I adjust his legs in the stirrups.  I lick his ass for a moment, but then stand and bend to suck his cock.  I haven’t had it fully hard in my mouth yet.  It fills it nicely.  I work his dick with my tongue until I’m rewarded with a taste of his precum.

I fall to my knees and work his precum into his now slightly open hole.  He figures out just what I’m doing—and his response it to beat his dick faster and to plead for more piss.

In the end, he pisses before I do.  I take some in my mouth with him lying there.  After a second or two, I pull off him and he is spraying down his own chest.  It is still a strong enough spray to reach his chin, but now quite into his mouth.  I help that by lapping up puddles of piss on his belly and feeding them to him.  This makes him fully erect again.  I repeat licking it up and feeding him—over and over.

My next piss spurt covers his hard cock.  I suck it clean.  The next piss spurt goes into his armpit—but it’s not enough to get rid of the antiperspirant he has to wear for work.

I send the next gush into his open mouth.  I deliberately let it play over his chin, too.  He cranes to get it down his throat.

He’s soaked.  Really, really wet.

“I could cum.”

I move between his suspended legs and take his dick in my mouth.  In moments I get a big creamy load.  Spurt after spurt.  I hold him in my mouth, letting him go soft.  I’m guessing he will have more piss for me. 

He does.  He lets it fly with a whimper.  I swallow and beat my own cock.  He runs dry.  I straighten up.

I spit some of his piss onto his deflating cock.  I don’t really need to cum—but decide to—I splatter out a big load all over his dripping balls—loving the color contrast of white on black.

“Well?”  I ask when we both have caught our breath.  “Worth the wait?”

He nods, delighted.  “I can’t wait to do it again.”

And I show him the way to the shower…

Derrick and Jacob: Taking Turns, Taking Fists and Taking Loads

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Randy Opens Up

Grand Rapids—April, 2018

My next play date was all about fisting, too.  That’s unusual in that I like to vary what I do.  But the men could not have been more different—both in physical type and where they were on the road of working their ass open.  Chris is a wonderfully hairy bear and just getting to the point of taking a slightly larger hand.  Randy is a lithe otter, who has one of the most experienced holes I know.  

Randy was house-sitting for the host of the group gatherings.  He was horny…and wanted a private rematch with me after our group meets—the ones I recounted in Full Moon Orgy and the Orgy Triptych.

I drove north…

I arrive in excellent time.  Randy greets me at the door.  We hug—and I go back to my car for the sling—and then the rimseat.  We set it up upstairs and strip.  I’m just in a jock and boots tonight.  Randy is in the bathroom, making sure he is ready for heavy play.

We go up.  We start on the host’s bed.  Randy gives me some great head.  The act of sucking my cock makes his own big dick fill every inch available in another of his homemade jocks.  He doesn’t let me take a turn on his dick—he just slicks me up and sits on my juicing dick.  He grunts his appreciation as he rides me.  I am sprawled over the bed, letting him do all the work.  Eventually, he pulls off me and cleans my dick, sucking up every drop of his ass juices. 

“Sit on my face.”  I want a taste of them, too.

He moves around and lowers his hole onto my waiting mouth.  I love how the fullness of his ass cuts off my air.  I lick his juicy hole until I literally need oxygen.

We move to the sling.  He’s eager to be really fucked—and get to some asscunt stretching.  I eat his hole a little more in the new position.  Randy groans and tells me to fuck him.  I stand up and stick my dick back into him.  He clamps down on me. Hard.  I love how muscular he keeps his hole.  I fuck him fast and hard.  The sound of our damp bodies slapping together fills the tiny room.

I grease up my hands.  My left enters him effortlessly—once he decides to let me in.  And I go deep.  Then the right finds its way in.  I alternate hands.  I go a little deeper each time.  And give a little more of a twist on the pull out.  The pouch of his jock is awash with his precum.  He can’t stop.  Occasionally I bend over and taste him—then drive my fist as deeply into him as I can.

I do my speculum.  I crank it open and begin fingering his prostate. This makes his cock drip that much more.  I bend and lick up it up.  This time I spit it into his wide open hole.  I finger his precum deeply into his willing hole.

I don’t bother with my toys.  He has brought his Mr. Hankey special toys.  I pick up something that is thicker than my arm.  It goes into him easily after a hit of poppers.  He can take it, milk and push it back at me.  I keep driving it in—he keeps shoving it out, back into my hands.  It’s incredibly hot.

I break with the toys and fuck again. 

“You going to give me your cum?”

I tell him of course, but not yet.

We take a break to rest his legs—and go to the rim seat.  I wipe a little excess lube off him with a towel—and I get under the seat.  I actually miss the seal on my mouth we had before, but I love how open his hole is now.  My tongue can snake into him as deeply as it has ever gone.  And he’s lubing now—a wonderfully viscous fluid that keeps dripping onto my tongue.

We’ve been there a long time.  My jaw aches.  It’s back to the sling. 

I fuck.

We play with a toy that stretches for width not depth.

Then a different giant dong that goes as deep as I’ve ever seen any man take anything.

His hole is getting tired.  We both know it’s time for me to shoot.

I wipe off some extra lube on the outside of his hole—and taste it.  Instantly my dick stands back up, fully hard.  He has pushed out, giving me the beginnings of a rosebud to lick.  My cock loves how it sticks into my mouth.  He moans as my tongue works over the folds of skin.  My cock is now drooling.  It’s time.  I want to see my cum in the petals of the rosebud.

I stand up. 

 I fuck Randy hard.

He grinds back. 

He’s a cum collector and knows how to work his ass for maximum pleasure.  He is milking me.  He wants to feel me erupt.  He takes a hit and begins to repeat:  “Shoot it.  Shoot it, man.  Give me your cum.”

I can’t hold back.  I am so ready to seed this young man.

And suddenly it’s there.  I fire off spurt after spurt.  I can’t stop.  His ass clamps down on me.  He wants every drop and tells me so.  I collapse on his chest, cock still in his hot, wet mancunt.

I stay immobile until my dick begins to go down.  I slide down to my knees.  “Push,” I whisper.  “Let me see it.”

He does.  The rosebud emerges, now dripping with white cum.  I lick him clean as he shivers.  I don’t swallow all of it.  I save some to share…

Since a picture is worth 978 words, in this case, I have posted a few from his twitter account. 

And with writing that we now have 1000 words.

Slowly Opening Chris

Northwest Indiana—April, 2108

Fisting is a process.  I worry about people who claim they can always open anyone up on the first attempt.  Chris (the hairy bear I’d met while working in Indiana) and I found time for another meet one afternoon.  He had taken a small hand once, but we had not been successful with my medium sized ones so far.

He met me in his garage and grabbed my bag of leathers.  We talked for awhile in his kitchen, but soon went down to the lower level.  Fisting porn was playing on his wide screen television.  We chatted a little longer as we sat on his sofa, but soon I felt his hand on my bulging Levi’s…

Chris kneads my mound of cock through the denim.  I am growing steadily, even though trapped inside my 501’s.  He’s naked but for a jock.  I undo my belt.  He unbuttons my fly.  There’s underwear in the way, but soon I’m released.  My cock springs up and he bends to take it in his mouth.  I move around, to face him a little more, to help the angle.  He slobbers on my thick dick, making me really wet.

I stand up and fuck his face a little.  I hate my jeans around my knees.  I call a halt for a moment and strip.  It’s cool enough downstairs on this April evening for me to dress in my chaps.  I have a well rinsed jock on under that.  I add the harness.  Chris is back on me the moment I walk over to the couch.  Standing, I’m at the perfect angle for his him to deep throat me.  He does.  I grind into him. 

It makes me want to lick his ass.  I ask him to to lean over the back of the couch.  It’s a good height for him to be comfortable and a perfect one for me to kneel behind him.  I bury myself in his hairy ass.  I open him with my constantly moving tongue.  He groans, encouraging me to go deeper.  I drill it into him, leaving the surrounding hair sopping wet.  I am so ready to fuck—but I don’t want to do it here.

We go into his playroom and he hops in the sling.  I sit on the big ottoman and continue eating out his hole.  I hear poppers open.  I let him re-cap them before I stand up and slide my still wet, still drooling dick into him.  I push in.  All the way.  I grind my pubes against his ass.  I hold for a moment.  He nods at me—and I begin a slow fuck.

He is self lubing like crazy around my cock.  He feels great. I keep a steady, slow tempo for a very long time.  Eventually I let myself go and build up to a speed that causes my balls to slap his ass.  I finally stop—slightly winded.

I grab the egg-headed dildo.  I do a quick smear of lube on it.  It goes into Chris as easily as my dick did.  I let him adjust to that big knobbed end.  I push the base down and my cock slides along the ribs.

Chris groans and grabs the poppers.  He inhales and tells me how full he feels.  The vapors relax him, as I begin moving in and out of his full ass.  The bottom of my dick is being massaged by the ribbed column; the top and sides by hot flesh.  I can never get enough of this feeling.  I love how it tightens everyone up.  I fuck him hard.  Then I use just the toy on him, before adding my dick back in for another round.

I move on to a toy of his—well, one left by another trick.  It’s a really thick dildo.  I grease it thoroughly and work it much more slowly into him.  It’s a stretch, but he takes it—easily.  “Fuck,” he groans as I get about 2/3 of it up him.  There is no way I’m adding my dick with this one.  But I do work two—then three— extra fingers into him with the  latex toy still in place.

I pull it out slowly. 

The speculum is greased and inserted.  A slow crank open.  He poppers up again.  I crank it wide enough to add my dick.  He takes one more hit—and I enter him.  Now my cock has cool metal on the sides and hot flesh above and below.  I do a long, slow stroke to relish the unique feeling.  The speculum makes a sucking sound as my cock comes out of it on the back stroke.  We both get lost in the feelings my dick is creating.

I crank it a slight turn more open.  I fuck with the toy in this position, too—giving him the maximum stretch possible.  I pull out and crank it shut.  I begin to grease up my hands.  This instantly makes Chris take a hit of poppers. 

I work three fingers of my left hand up him.  A slow twist and out. 

The same with the right.   Again and again.

Now it’s four fingers to the knuckle.  I twist them, hold and pull out.   I repeat with the other hand.  Back to the left.  Back to the right.  On and on.

I re-grease my hands and my cock.  I fuck him for a moment, than slide three fingers into him alongside my dick.  I fuck with them in place. 

I fuck him with just my dick.  I work four fingers of my left into him.  Now the right.  Now all eight and do a lateral stretch.  He groans in pleasure.

I pull out my right and the left twists into him.  For a moment I think I’m about to go over the knuckles, but nope.  I remove it slowly when I realize I’m not going in yet.

I do the same thing with my right.  It’s my bigger hand, but for some guys, it seems to fit easier.  Three fingers first.  Add the fourth. 

Poppers and a try for the fist. 

Nope.

And so it goes.  Repeatedly.

All eight fingers is great—and Chris loves the stretch.  But my whole hand is not going into him. 

Yet.

We both have family commitments this evening.  When we realize it’s not going to happen, I wipe him down of excess lube and we go back to fucking.

“You want me to load you?”

He looks at me as if I’ve asked the stupidest question possible.

I fuck some more, then hunker down and soothe his ravaged hole with my tongue.  As always, tonguing fucked out hole gets my balls churning.  I stand up.  I slide into his stretched hole.

I fuck fast and not for too long.

I feel it coming and shoot into him with a guttural cry.  I collapse onto his hairy chest and his arms wrap around me…

Jake Morgan Takes Off

Jake Morgan’s porn career seems to be doing really well.  

You will remember that I got to fuck Jake—and the Professor made use of Jake’s versatility—on one of our trips to Chicago.

This picture appeared in my in-box this morning.

I know he also recently bottomed for Deviant Otter.

I wanted to get to Cleveland for his performances at Flex...but the timing was terrible.

So fuckin' cute...

All this just makes me hungry for us to meet again.

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