piss – Grindr Fantasies

When the maid left

It had taken a while to coordinate, but I finally get to meet this busy professional guy. He’s home Tuesday morning. We just need to wait for his cleaning lady to leave.

“She’s supposed to clock in at two hours😞”

Finally, I show up at his lush apartment lobby. He’s waiting on a couch. His thick black hair is braided into locks. He looks up at me and smiles, his dark skinned cherubic cheeks full of friendliness.

I greet him and we take the elevator up to his apartment.

“Your apartment smells so clean!” I tell him.

He laughs. “For now it does.” He goes over to sit on the couch and there’s an awkward pause. “I’m kind of nervous, so …”

“Don’t be.” I take off my shirt and kneel on the floor in front of him. I notice he’s prepared: he’s sitting on a towel. I lean down and wrap my lips around his gorgeous dick. I hear him gasp and look up at him. “Do you want to … piss first?” I ask. We had discussed it, and if it was going to happen then I would have to make sure he stayed soft.

“I do,” he says, beaming. He gets up and I shuffle backwards a few steps. I watch in anticipation as he lowers his jeans and lets his dick hang down. Even soft, it is a good seven inches long. The tip is still covered with its blanket of wrinkly foreskin. I carefully close my mouth around it, trying not to stimulate it.

When I look up, he closes his eyes and tilts his head back a moment. “Ah, here it comes,” he warns.

I feel it blasting against my tongue and filling my mouth. I have skills now—I no longer need to take my mouth off to swallow. Instead, I take more of it in. The piss pooling around the bulk of his dick in the back of my throat trigger my swallow reflex and I can gulp it down. It tastes pungent, and it burns like vodka in my throat. But I have no choice. Although we are standing on a towel, I have to keep gulping down mouthful after mouthful of his golden gift. I look up at him, and his shirt – cowbell beer – and imagine that I am just drinking beer through a big gushy straw. It helps.

“I think that’s it.” He looks down at me with a sheepish grin. I smile and pull off a little to swallow the last bit, which wasn’t enough to guzzle. Then I’m right back onto him, no longer caring about keeping it soft. His pole inflates in my mouth, reaching down to my throat. I push him down on the couch and he sits there with my face in his lap, as I work his dick. It is long and remains floppy, and I worry that he won’t be able to cum. I’m almost afraid to ask about the next thing we’d arranged.

“Want me to lie down and you can fuck my mouth?” I suggest.

“Sure,” he says. “We can move to the bedroom.”

When I get around the corner I realize it must have been his hiding spot from the maid. He quickly throws off the crumpled blanket, revealing wrinkled blue sheets. We get the towel under me and I lay down, face up, with my mouth open. He gets up on top of me, kneeling over my head and I see him looking down at me, as he fondles his dick over my face. I reach up and grab it. It’s still floppy and I slap myself, feeling its weight against the side of my nose.

Finally, he leans down, I am trapped under a roof of umber abs with a dick waving above my face. I stick out my tongue and lick the balls hanging above me. I hear him moan with every stroke of my tongue across his dusky skin. Finally I tilt back enough to reach the tip of his dick and slurp it in. I massage its softness with my tongue and it slowly snakes its way further and further down my mouth, like a soft thick tentacle. Finally, he settles down over me and starts to thrust his hips.

I can still breath through my nose, and little by little he becomes more vigorous until it slips so far down my throat that it blocks my airways. I hold out as long as I can, staring up his gorgeous abs as he thrusts down into my throat, until I feel a gurgle and cough, and liquid from my belly surges up around his member.

Always considerate, he stops and turns to look down at me. I gasp for air quickly and then flash him a smile. I wipe the liquid off my face with the towel.

“You’re amazing,” he says, genuinely in awe. “So, should I just cum down your throat then?”

“Yes, please do.” I gasp and take two or three swimmer’s breaths before I close my eyes and he settles down again. This time, I know I won’t get to breath until he is done, so I try to relax as he continues to thrust. It is a great mental effort, like meditation, to do this. I feel like choking again, but somehow I manage to hold out.

“I’m gonna–” he moans, then doubles down again. My eyes snap open and all I can see is his fuzz covered crotch relentlessly slamming down again and again. I feel the heat coming off of his body and I can see his crotch skin glistening with sweat. His moans are low and guttural. Soon, his dick swells and I hear him panting and start to slow. I quickly look up and see his abs pulsing and at the same time I feel a warm fullness in my oesophagus. He grunts and stays still while he pumps his load straight down into my belly.

I can’t take it. I need to breathe. I tap his thigh, and he reluctantly withdraws and leans over onto his side. His dick plops out, dragging mucous across my face and I lay there a few moments more, sucking in precious air. My chest, face, and even my hair is covered in his sweat and mucous from my throat.

“Would you like some water?” he asks, always the considerate host.

“No, I’m alright. I’ll use your bathroom though … I think I smell like piss.”

The Big Goodbye

My best friend messages me. “You got a screwdriver?”

“What kind?” I ask. He sends me a picture of his computer.

Being in Canada’s a tough sell right now, with so many cities going into lockdown because of Covid. His parents made him an offer he couldn’t refuse, and now he’s heading back to his home country.

This guy is different that my usual anonymous favourites. After five years, I know everything about him, his favourite colour, his hopes and dreams. I’ve heard about every boyfriend he’s had. He only likes hairy bears, though lately his tastes have been broadening. He goes through relationships every few months. He wants what he can’t have, and once he can have it, he loses interest. I’ve heard the same story from him, as he goes through guy after guy. I always tell him so, he always says “Oh yeah!” Like its some huge insight.

But him and me, we’re just buddies. No complications. Nothing even happens between us. Except that one time. But we never talked about it after.

I hope he’ll update me on his life today. Is he still seeing the Lawyer? Then there’s Spanish Guy. And the new one from London.

I get there with my screwdriver set. He’s out of work now and lives in a basement room. (It seems the parental pressure to leave came when it posted a video of it).

His life is in boxes. “I can’t take these,” he says. “You want them?”

Sure. I sigh. I’ll value-village them. Secretly, I plan to take one sweater I’ve seen him wear. Chuck the rest.

“Where’s the computer?” i ask.

He points to the floor. The thing has no case. I kneel down and look at it. Instead, I see something fuzzy on the floor. I pick them up. A pair of fuzzy handcuffs, lined in neon fur.

He grins. “I just found those. They’re from Aroon.”

“Aroon? I don’t remember you telling me about these,” I smiled. “That was last year, right?”

“Two years ago.”

“Oh, Aroon, Aroon, how much I didn’t know.” I smile. His relationship with Arron soured after they argued over a restaurant bill.

Something changes. He seems to make up his mind.

“Hold out your wrists,” he says.

“What?”

“Hold out your wrists. Behind you.”

I kneel down on the floor and put my wrists behind me. He fumbles around and clasps the handcuffs on me.

“Tight?” he asks.

I nod.

“Close your eyes.”

“Okay.”

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

Oh shit. I remember this.

“Yessir. Thank you sir.” I close my eyes, and immediately he slaps me on the side of my face. My cheek is stinging and my ears are throbbing. “Thank you sir.”

He slaps me again. I flinch, and then he unexpectedly slaps the other side. “Thank you sir.” I peek and see him grinning at me, like I’m his new toy.

“You can open your eyes.” He falls back on the bed, sticks his feet at me. “Smell them. Smell those dirty socks.”

I pretend to sniff them, exhaling instead. The floor is full of covid, for all I know.

“Take them off for me.”

My hands are still cuffed behind me. I slide over on my knees, and see that thankfully they are ankle socks. I grab them above the heel and deftly slip them over and off his foot. He doesn’t help at all. He just watches me struggle.

“Lick my feet, slave.”

“Yessir. Thank you sir.” I stick out my tongue. The sole of his foot is cold and thick, and I can see dust on them from the floor. I dance my tongue tip across it. When he sticks out his toe, I take it into my mouth and suck on it, and he looks down at me approvingly.

“I heard you like to suck.”

“Yessir.”

“Get up,” he says. He stands up and I’m kneeling in front of him. “Smell it.”

I can see his boner through his track pants. I press my face into it, tracing its length through the thick fabric with my lips.

He grips me by my shoulders and lifts me up, then slips his T-shirt down over my head. I’m in the darkness of his shirt, with my face pressed against his chest. He lowers himself, and mashes his nipple against my nose. I reposition so I can flick it with my tongue. He stands there for a few seconds, enjoying the flicking, before getting up again. He points to the band of his underwear under the track pants.

“Take them off. With your teeth.” he says.

Like I have a choice? I lean over, cuffed hands aching behind me, and deftly grab his waistband with my teeth and pull it down. It takes a couple of tries as it gets caught getting over his bulge.

I stay there, kneeling on the floor and staring at my best friend’s dick. I’ve often wondered what it was like and I finally get to see it. It’s not huge, but deliciously round and pointing straight out at me.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Suck it.” he demands.

“Yessir.” I breath. I open my mouth and slide in around him. He stands there, hands on his hips, and watches. Bobbing my head back and forth is not easy. If I go too far forward, I’ll fall over, and I won’t have my hands to catch me.

He steps back. “Bend over. Take your underwear off,” he tells me. I lean down, touching the hard wood floor with my forehead, and I here my open a drawer behind me. I manage to slide my underwear down over my thighs, and they stop there, leaving me even more helpless than before. With excitement and rising panic I here crinkling and a plastic tube snap shut, before I feel his body heat behind me.

I’ve been fucked before, but just barely. I am still not sure I like it. I’m leaning towards no. But he’s my friend, and suddenly I feel him slip between my but cheeks, slippery and cold and gooey.

“Relax your hole,” he says.

“I’m trying–” I say.

SLAP. The crack echos in the room, and I yelp as my ass stings.

“Yessir.”

“Relax it…. Relax,” he orders. I’m trying my best but these muscles are still unfamiliar to me. It doesn’t matter. He shifts slightly and then pushes hard, against something that is not supposed to give but does. I grit my teeth and softly whimper into the floor, hoping he does not hear me. He;s fucking me now, pushing further into my body with each thrust. My whole body tenses, and it takes everything out of me just to remain on all fours there, and not fall away from him.

After a minute he stops, and sits on the bed. “Get up,” he says.

As I roll on my side to get up, I pull a little to hard, and the pink handcuffs snap apart, releasing my arms. I keep them together to hide it. If he notices, he doesn’t say.

“Be honest with me. What do you like better?”

I hesitate, and look down. “I like to suck, sir,” I tell him.

“Really?” he asks incredulously. “OK. Get rid of the shit covered condom and suck me, then,”

“Thank you sir. Thank you!” I say, with perhaps a little too much enthusiasm. He lays back on the bed and grabs his phone, not even giving me his attention. I use my hands to pull off the thing, revealing his stiff, moist dick. Now I am in familiar territory. I settle down and get to work.

It is difficult to tell what, if anything I am doing right, and I worry that I will not succeed. The minutes pass, and my mouth gets tired, but I am determined. I try going fast, and quickly tire. I try going deep, I try sucking, which gets difficult. The only thing that works is the odd time he slaps my cheek. That makes him harder.

It must have been 20 minutes later when he shifts his legs slightly and finally looks up at me. He’s going to stop me now. I’ve failed. I meet his eyes when suddenly I feel the pulsing, and my mouth is filling with his load.

I don’t get up, but I remain there, with his dick draining in my mouth, for several minutes while he reaches down and runs his hands through my hair, massaging my scalp.

“You are good at it,” he tells me.

“Thank you sir.”

He gets up off the bed. “I gotta piss,” he says. “Come over here.” He moves to stand directly over his computer. It’s lying on its side with the open motherboard exposed to the air.

“Should we get a towel?” I offer.

“Do you want another slapping? Just don’t spill.” he orders.

I sidle up to the other side of the computer, and gently wrap my lips around his dick. I can feel the delicate folds of skin stretched on its underside. I open wider to try not to touch it. We stay there for a while.

“Its just a little hard,” he says, under his breath.

Finally, he grunts and I immediately know it because a few drops of pungent urine drip onto my taste buds. He lets out a deep breath, and some more spurts out.

He stops and says, “Swallow it.”

I’m sweating now. The computer is right under me. I gulp down a mouthful of hot piss, then open my mouth again for more.

He’s relaxed now, and immediately he unleashes a torrent. The stream hits against my tongue, making it tingle. I can hear it splashing around inside of my mouth as it fills up. Then, when I’m almost ready to pull away cause I’m gonna spill, he stops. “Swallow.”

It takes two gulps to get it down this time. Then he puts his soft dick in my mouth, grunts, and bangs it against my lips, shaking out the last few drops for me.

I sit there obediently, not moving, waiting while he zips up.

“Uh, you can get up now,” he says. “It’s over.”

Later, over a Starbucks, we’re talking, and he asks how it was.

“Actually, it was quite a big load,” I tell him.

“Really? Wow, cause I had sex with Spanish Guy last night too.”

Draining in the dark

“Looking now?” comes the mid-afternoon message. I was on campus, studying in the library.

“Yeah. You got a place?”

“I do, but I want you to drain me on campus.”

“Got a place in mind?”

“You tell me, you know the spots.”

Now how would he know that? I pull up his picture and zoom in. It’s a selfie, on the beach, his boyish smile above his chiseled abs. I don’t believe I’ve met him.

The messages come in quick succession. “I want you waiting for me in the dark. Wait for me naked, on your knees, lights off. Understood?”

I think that I love him. I tell him where my second favourite bathroom was, the one with the light switch. I’ll take some pictures so he knows where to go.

“I’ll be free in about 30 minutes,” he writes back.

OK. A few minutes later I scope out the place. Yes, it is in a busy hallway, but the doors lock. We have to do the trick I learned long ago. “When you get here, knock quietly and I’ll let you in.”

“Better be naked.”

I use my phone light to examine the empty bathroom. It’s spacious. I throw away a Tim Horton’s cup someone left on the sink, then I pile my clothes on the floor. No, he might trip if I leave them there. I moved them under the sink, and waited to get used to the dark. The tile is cold against my feet.

Too soon for my fluttering heart, someone very clearly knocks on the door. I get behind it and let it open. He comes in and quickly closes the door. I can’t see his face, but I know he is tall. I take my place in the corner of the room, crouching on my knees back against the two walls. Ready for him.

He lowers his pants and pulls out his cock, gives it a few strokes. It looks hard already, but as soon as I mouth it I know it’s an illusion. It’s still soft, he is just really big. I quickly and expertly suck him to hardness, and he lets out a breath as I deep throat him.

As soon as his cock leaves my throat, he starts to thrust. He leans against the two walls of the corner, and with all his weight he thrusts into me, hitting the back of my throat. Each thrust draws out more wetness, but I have learned that despite the mess it is important to keep it as lube. I used my hands to spread it around his long shaft. He must be almost 9 inches long but it’s impossible to tell in the dark.

“Sorry I didn’t shave,” he says, momentarily dropping his dom persona.

I chuckle, then have to explain: “Don’t worry, it’s so long it’s really not a problem.” I physically can’t reach his pubes with his cock jutting out of my mouth.

I take over and bob my head quickly.

“Slow down. Just enjoy the cock,” he said.

I do as instructed. I use the opportunity to explore his body with my hands. His shirt is gone and I reach up his back and let my hands glide down his firm buttocks. They are clenched together now. I let my hands slide against his skin, now goose-pimpled, feeling his thigh bones, and then down to his balls, which hang down below my chin, now thoroughly wet from my mouth. I play with them, appreciating the feeling of having my hands wrapped around another man’s precious jewels.

He starts thrusting again now, and my hands move to his butt to help push him into my face. I can smell his crotch scent with every breath

“Use your hand.” he orders.

I reach up, and grip his slippery shaft, alternately pulling and pushing on it as he thrusts into my mouth.

“Squeeze.”

“Mmmm?”

“Squeeze it hard.” he directs.

I squeeze his shaft, harder than I think is nice. I can feel his veins shifting under the skin. How can he be enjoying this? Doesn’t it hurt? I grip harder and he gasps in pleasure, his corpus spongiosum bending in my fist.

“Faster–!”

Squeezing hard, I move my hands up now, dragging his skin along his shaft as I pull and push it through my lips. It is hot as fire now.

“Ooooh yaaahhh,” he moans. “I’m cumming…”

He isn’t, but I don’t stop. A minute later, he presses forward, shoving my neck back toward the wall. His dick hits the back of my throat, and unleashes his massive load. It has nowhere to go but straight down my esophagus.

“Clean it up,” he says. Wow, deja vue.. this part is straight outta one of my stories!

I slowly suck it out, using my fingers to brush the slickness away. He is slowly drying, and I suckle his member for a few minutes more. This guy is fun. No need to rush out.

I wonder if he’s trying to go for round two. But his cock’s at 3/4 mast. I’ve already drained him. I look up, and he seems lost in thought

“Can you do anything else?” he askes me after a while.

What could he mean? He couldn’t want to fuck, could he? “That’s pretty much it.”

“Well, I read differently.”

Ahhhh…. it suddenly clicks together. He’s read my blog! I love it when I meet with fans of my blog — they know exactly what I like.

“You want some piss?” he asks me.

“Yeah!” I excitedly move into position a little lower, back still against the corner of the bathroom.

He stands above me, perfectly still, for many minutes. I’m in heaven, mouth around a cock, smelling his crotch scent as I slip out my own cock and handle it near the floor. But his monster hose will not shrink, especially with its end dangling into my mouth. I can’t help licking it, feeling its ridge with my tongue.

“I’m just on the verge…” he says. I’m not complaining. I stare up at him, but I cannot see his face, only the bottom of his rib-cage as he arcs up and looked toward the ceiling. Today I am his servant, and if he needs me for one hour I then I am prepared to stay there.

“Let me try something.” He turns around to the toilet. My eyes are used to the dim light now, and I can now see his perfectly shaped ass, that I had been feeling up for the past 20 minutes. He puts his hands above his butt, penis dangling over the toilet, mentally getting in the mood to piss.

Now he reaches over and turns on the faucet, and leaves it running. The sound of water does it. He turns his body toward me again, smiling. This time, when my mouth closes around his penis, he takes a deep breath, and a sharp tasting stream of urine squirts into my mouth up against my throat. I cough, almost choking with my lips around his cock, but don’t spill any. He smiles in satisfaction.

Mission accomplished, he quickly does up his belt and leaves me in the darkened washroom.

I Topped

He was a tall, skinny 18 year old twink last time. Last October, at 9 in the morning, he invited me over. After I got there he casually mentioned that he was taking a lot of drugs the night before. Okayyyy… His cock was soft and reeked of tobacco. I was afraid I’d get high as I sucked him off in his basement, listening to his younger brother stomp around upstairs. Though I couldn’t bring him to cum, I couldn’t get the taste out of my mouth for the whole day. He was hot, though, and had a really casual attitude that made me feel super comfortable with him. Even if nobody climaxed, it was darn fun to be around him.

Now, a year later, his Mom was working again and his brother was in school, and he had the place to himself during the day. He’d mentioned something about milking him while rimming him, wanting to be “sub trained”, so I brought along a flogger. He knew I wouldn’t top, but he was so horny today it didn’t matter.

“I forgot to ask,” he messaged. “Are you OK with watersports? Like with me being peed on, not you.”

Yes and yes!

“I’m gonna take a shower. Definitely just come right in the sliding door and make yourself at home,” he wrote.

Usually I hate walking into stranger’s houses. Luckily when I showed up he let me right in and led me to the living room.

“Hi!” he said brightly, brushing his shoulder-length brown hair out of eyes. “Let’s get some porn going here.”

I looked around nervously, as the front door of the house was right there, and we were visible through the kitchen to the sliding doors in the backyard. A family desktop computer sat on a small table in the living room, and he already had 18 tabs of Pornhub open.

“Don’t worry. My mom’s at work and nobody’s coming back for a while.” He nonchalantly dropped his pants, revealing a soft cut penis. Then he leaned down to the keyboard, butt in the air, and started looking through the videos.

He picked one with a hot teen in it, but it was just him talking so he had to change it. “So what do you want to do?” he asked, turning toward me.

“Let’s start with the rimming,” I told him.

“My favourite!” He got on the floor. His tiny twink butt pointed in the air and spread, showing his hairless hole. I got down and licked it, and he moaned with excitement.

Without warning, I slapped his ass so hard he flinched and yelped. “Say thank-you sir,” I demanded.

“Thank-you sir,” he said, moaning in pleasure. His penis hung down to the floor, growing hard.

“Very good. Now you will be rewarded.” I slid my head under him and twisted around, sucking his long dick into my mouth. He yelped again in surprise, and then moaned as I used my my thumb to massage his slick hole.

We played a while, with me repeatedly slapping him the teen kept getting hornier. He looked back at me, panting. “What else you wanna do?”

I knew he wanted to be fucked, but I had never successfully topped before. Time to move on. “Well I gotta pee,” I told him.

“Fuck yeah, let’s go to the shower?” he leaped off the ground and bounded down the steps to the basement, cock bouncing under him. I followed him and he rounded a corner, into the bathroom with a small corner shower. By the time I got there, he was bent down on the shower floor with his, tight, slick asshole pointed into the air. “Try to hit the hole,” he begged. “I don’t know what it is, but I am just addicted to that feeling of piss hitting it.”

I pulled out my cock, took aim, and instantly a shower of piss spattered out everywhere. The droplets of pure yellow beaded up all over his back and soaked into his long dark hair. “There you go,” I said as I manipulated it into a stream. I let it all out, sighing with relief as I stood above the teen and pissed as hard as I could directly into his puckered asshole. The sound of it spattering against his skin, running down his hairless balls and dripping down into the drain echoed throughout the tiny bathroom.

When I was done, he turned around and sat down in the yellow puddle of piss, sighing contentedly. “That was awesome,” he said.

“Hit the spot eh?”

“Yeah! I’ll just shower it off quickly now,” Then he closed the glass door, and showered off. As he shampood his long hair, I stood right by the door, staring down at his soapy ass, and rubbed my dick.

“You didn’t bring any other toys, did you?” he asked me once we were back in family room. “I’m kind of weird. I take a while to warm up to fingers in my ass, but strangely cock is no problem.”

“Sorry, I just brought the flogger.” Besides, toy sharing is not safe. “Have you tried a cucumber? Banana?”

His eyes lit up, and he rushed to the kitchen, coming back with a thick yellow banana. We quickly covered it with a condom. He got on the couch and I squirted some lube on his crack, and he began to push it in. I put my hand on his and helped him.

His face twisted in determination, and then he pulled it out. The end of the banana was sagging inside the condom. “It squished,” he said.

“Yeah… Unfortunately if a banana squished there’s no way I’d get in there. The two times I’ve tried before, I’m always too soft.” I took a breath and looked around. “Maybe try a carrot?”

“We have literally no carrots in the house.”

“Marker? Hair brush?”

His eyes widened. “Oh my god yes!” He leaped up the flight of stairs and rummage through a drawer. I saw him grab something and he carried it back down, holding it up high.

“Got anymore of that lube? I mean, I think I might have some somewhere…”

“No problem,” I said, and squeezed a dollop onto his fingers. With one hand, he massaged it over his whole, and lay back on the couch, legs in the air. The other hand was on his phone, finding stuff on Pornhub. I looked down at my own phone, but I didn’t need it. I just stared at the teen on the couch beside me.

He gradually slid his mom’s hairbrush inside himself, and moaned. “I think I found a new favorite thing. I gotta hide this when we are done.”

I just stared at him, transfixed. I couldn’t get my eyes off his hole as it seemed to grip the brush handle on its own and draw it into himself, eliciting a wave of pure pleasure throughout his body with every millimeter he managed to push.

I was slowly pulling on my cock beside him. I was getting very hard and moreover I seemed to be staying that way. I slid off the couch and got a new condom and the lube, and ripped it open.

“You gonna try?” he beamed at me.

I didn’t say anything. Usually by the time the condom gets on I’m squishy again. I squeezed a dollop of lube out and rubbed it over my condom covered cock, which was still hard as ever.

He pulled out the comb and maneuvered himself around, putting his butt over the edge of the couch. He wrapped his hands around hie feet and and pulled them back, and his hole gaped before me. I reached down and positioned my cock head in front of it, and PUSHED.

“Uh uh no you gotta go slow!” he shouted.

“Right, sorry.” I stayed where I was, and started to fuck his hole, just the tip. Gradually I could feel the condom sliding against his skin, letter more of me inside.

“That’s good,” he told me. “Yeah you can go in further now… I can feel it open up.”

And then, all at once, I slid past… something… and I was fucking him. He moaned with each thrust, and I could feel his pleasure as well as my own as I went faster and faster.

“This is great,” he said between breaths. “You’re just the right size and everything!” And then his eyes rolled back into his head as he seemed lost in the moment, still moaning. After a while, a bead of sweat dripped from my forehead onto his taut belly.
“Don’t tire yourself out,” he told me. “I am more than happy with this so far. You are really good at this.”

I decided that I really like this guy. I didn’t want to stop, so I kept going. I felt so happy. I topped. I have topped. Am I a top? I just love to give pleasure. And it was plain that the kid was high on pleasure right now, because of my fucking cock inside of him.

Eventually, I did stop, pulled out and lay down to rest on the couch beside him.

He was still gushing about how good I was. “You were so good! I mean it! Some guys are so big and they don’t know how hard to push. I’m so glad you came. I was literally trying to get someone to fuck me all of yesterday.”

When I got to my car I just sat there, smiling. I topped! And then he messaged:

“I know you’re kind of new. If you’re into it maybe I can top you sometime and try and point out the things people taught me that helps.”

“Sure, I’d like that,” I wrote back before I could stop myself.

New Toy

Usually I can just walk in. As I approach the door, the peep hole darkens and it opens. Mark peeks out from behind it.

He often invites me over when he has a new toy. A couple of months ago, it was a new anal plug he was trying after work. It was much better with my mouth involved. The time before that, the toy was a horny friend.

“Hi,” he says breathily.

“How’s it going?” I ask as I walk in past him and kick off my shoes.

“I’m hard.” He says, looking into my eyes with excitement and lust.

“I see that.” I unabashedly grope his hardness through his track pants. I take a step toward the bedroom but he doesn’t follow. Instead he blocks me in front of his kitchen island and pulls out his cock.

“I got a new toy.” A thick black thing wraps around his cock, clamping his privates in place. It was clear we wouldn’t make it to the bed. He towers over me and waits until I fall to my knees before him. I brush a pile of shoes aside with my legs.

No matter how many times I come here I’m floored by his size. The man has a horse cock. And today it is being squeezed even larger by his deluxe cock ring. Only the tip peeks out from his foreskin. It glistens and is already coated with slick white syrup. I open my mouth and give it a big lick, tasting his sweet goodness.

“I’ve been touching it four a while already, so there’s some pre-cum for ya. Plus I have a full bladder. For after.”

“Thank you,” I tell him. It has been ages since I got to try my piss fetish, and I’m excited by the double treat. I suck on him, coaxing out all of the precum. But before I can get much into it, he turns and finally proceeds to the bedroom.I follow, and he waits as I strip to my PUMP briefs, then taps the dark grey sheet on his bed.

“We’ll start with you kneeling on the bed here,” he instructs.

I climb onto the bed with my belly against his cotton sheets. I pull myself to the edge of the bed, and clutching the edge like the Sphinx.

“Yeah perfect,” he says and shoves his dick into my mouth. He moans with pleasure. He wraps both hands around the back of my head for leverage and starts to fuck, driving himself in further. Despite his size, I have no problems from this angle.

“Let’s get you on your back now.” he says. “Just turn around.”

After I spin, he steps forward over my face and I gaze up into his ass. “Lick those balls. Gently now. There’s pretty sensitive.” His massive ball sack hangs above me. They are hard. The skin is made taut by the ring clamped around them. I stick out my tongue and gently flick them. He moans and reaches down to stroke his mighty cock.

Not long after he reaches down and sticks his dick in my mouth again. He moans with pleasure as I massage it with my tongue and gently suck.

“Get onto the bed,” he says orders. He presses me forward and brings his knees up onto the bed on either side of me, and this way he can press in farther. “Oh, you suck so well!”

He soon collapses forward and starts to fuck my mouth. His moans echo off the polished hardwood floors and ring against the granite kitchen island. He moans with a desperate need from deep within. After all, he has been squeezed in that toy for over 40 minutes now. “Oh my god I swear your mouth is almost as good as ass!” he blurts.

Almost?!

“Your gonna get my load pretty soon.. oooh yes…aaaaaahhhh…. Ahhhhhhh”

I brace myself and then he roars and I taste sperm coursing out. Strangely he doesn’t stop and starts thrusting even harder. His giant horse cock spews like an out of control hose, unleashing his seed everywhere inside my mouth, and as he fucks he forces it down my throat. I’m choking and also at the same time feeling his pleasure as he grunts with the awesome relief of draining his over full plump balls. After a long time he stops humping and collapses there with his head on my thigh and his dick still draining in my mouth. I lay there and massage it with my tongue.

At long last here gets up and sits up in front of me. “Actually you can keep sucking,” he says. “Let’s see how long I’ll start hard with the ring.”

I get on my belly again and gently suck him. But his ring is very effective. He seems to get even harder, no matter how gentle I go. He lays back and checks his phone while I continue. I’m just happy to be able to suck longer.

All told, it takes another ten minutes until he starts to get soft. Finally, we go to the bathroom and he motions to the sea green carpet beside his toilet. “You’ll be comfortable there.”

I kneel on the toilet mat and crouch down beside his toilet bowl, taking its place. Today, I take care of his every need.

He holds his dick and I gently place my mouth around its girth. Nothing happens. He holds his breath and his abs become firm with the effort. Finally I taste a few drops of acrid nutty liquid. Unable to swallow, I allow it to be there, bathing his cock.

“There’s some for you, do you like it? Here I got some more…”

Once again he holds his breath. This time I feel it tickle my tongue as the stream is more forceful. My mouth fills. When he breathes again there is a pause in the stream and I pull off to the tip and swallow.

“Watch it, be careful!” he gasps, quickly pushing in again. “The tip is sensitive.”

“Aahm saaawrry” I say, around his cock.

“I think you got it all,” he tells me, as he wipes himself off.

I get up and notice the cock ring on the sink. I pick it up and examine it. It’s more like a square shaped harness, made of silicon thicker than my thumb. It says Screaming O on one side. “What a neat toy,” I tell him.

“Yup, you sure are.”