piss – Page 2 – Grindr Fantasies

Threesome at the Hotel

I’m waiting in the tiny lobby of the Pantages hotel in downtown Toronto. Unlike the Sheraton, the elevators here require a keycard to work, so this makes arranging a threesome a little more interesting. I wonder who will arrive first?

A young guy, Eric, messaged me in University Town yesterday morning. When I told him I’d actually be in Toronto for the week, he enthusiastically told me that’s where he was from. I had already made plans for the first night of my trip, but they quickly changed to a threesome.

At 6 pm, I see him walk in the door and I make eye contact. The 20 year old had warned me twice that he was stocky. When I reassured him that it was cool, he sent a terribly lit bathroom photo with love handles spilling over his tight underwear. Fine! I was prepared for anything. It’s hard enough to get three people to agree to meet over Grindr, so you can’t be choosy.

In person, though, he looked like a different guy. He is strong and trim. With some confidence, and a new photo, he could do well.

“Hey,” he says, shaking hands with me before he sits down on the chair facing me.

“Sorry we couldn’t meet earlier,” I told him, “I went out to dinner with a friend.” During dinner, he had messaged me, pleading to meet earlier, but since I was out, I had to tell him no.

“It’s OK,” he says, looking slightly pained as leans back in the chair, and presses his hand against his bladder.

“We just have to wait for Jack now… Actually, I think that’s him.” It has been 13 months since I’d seen Jack’s face, but I instantly knew him. Last July, I was over at his apartment for my first threesome. After his wedding, however, he had given up playing around. Still, he sometimes pops up on Grindr, and quickly agreed to meet in Toronto. The threesome was his idea. Jack is incredibly fit. His dark shirt covers his perfect V-shaped frame.

Back in my room, the air is musty and hot. I only had time to throw my bag down when I arrived this afternoon. Jack tracks down the thermostat and turns it on for us.

“I think Eric has something he’d like to do first… desperately.” I say, winking.

“Yes,” he exclaims. We quickly get out of our clothes on the way to the bathroom, except Eric keeps his shirt on. He stands in front of the shower, holding his cock.

I’m on my knees, and Jack stands in the doorway, watching with curiousity. But with Jack nude now, we are both transfixed by his perfectly toned body. Apparently, volleyball can do wonders for your physique.

“I might have to go too,” he says.

“Hmmm… Shall we make Eric wait?” I say, and here our young friend gasp.

“Nah, that’s too cruel. Go ahead”

I turn to face Eric, and very slowly move toward his flaccid penis. He pulls back the foreskin a little. I wrap my mouth around it, and he lets out a sigh as he relaxes. Too quickly, the flood is unleashed. I can’t swallow fast enough, and some spills out and down my chin as I close my mouth. Last night, Eric had bragged that he would have about one litre for me. As I gulp down each mouthful, I feel my belly quickly filling, and I wonder if I’m going to have to stop. But I can’t stop because then I’d be drenched. Instead I have to keep gulping it down as quickly as he can piss it out. When he is finally done, I suck the last few drops straight out of his dick.

I turn to Jack who’s been watching with curiosity.

“Well now it’s too late. I’m hard,” he says.

We laugh and stare at his dick, sticking straight out at me. I can’t resist and plunge my mouth over it. He gasps and holds my head as I start to blow him. I’m in candyland; on my knees in front of two dicks.

“Shall we move to the bed?” Eric asks when I finally let go to breathe.

The two men lie back on my fresh white hotel sheets. I reach under Jack’s thighs, pull myself up to him and go down on balls and cock. He gasps as I take him into my throat.

“Wow you’re good at deep throat now,” he exclaims appreciatively.

I’m excited by the praise and suck on him with more gusto. But I remember all those months ago he came very quickly, and by the way he is bucking his hips up, history might repeat, so I have to back off.

You taught me how,” I tell him. “By force, as I recall!”

I will never let him forget that.

Eric has been watching patiently. I look into his eyes and start to work on him again. His cock is slippery with precum. He moans appreciatively, and I feel the underside of his dick hardening.

I’m kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, and I feel Jack grabs my cock and starts to jerk it. Then I feel the hotness of his body behind me, and something warm and hard pressing against my butt crack. Jack is lightly humping my butt now, It feels so arousing. I have never let anyone inside, but just the feeling of him sliding further between my cheeks as he pleasures himself, while I suck on Eric’s penis, makes me feel like a whore. It is awesome.

Eric is enjoying my enthusiasm too. He starts to thrust up into my face, moaning.

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum,” he gasps. Then he holds his breath and plants his large hands on the back of my head, holding me in place, while he takes over the thrusting. I am so turned on I am high. I can’t wait to taste his load. He thrusts faster now, still holding his breath.

Finally, he gives a sexy grunt of release, and jabs himself against my throat, holding me there. I feel his cum forcing its way out and down my throat. Immediately I know there is going to be a lot of it. I feel like I’m about to choke, but thankfully he relaxes his grip on me and I’m able to back away slightly. With each pulse he squirts out a wave of cum and it fills my mouth. As the pulses die down, I suck him as long as I can, until he starts to soften, and then carefully pull back. I taste the huge wad of his jizz in my mouth, roll it around my tongue, and then swallow.

Eric sighs and collapses into the bed, spent.

I turn to Jack, and he is already laying beside Eric. He presses his cock out toward me. A clear drop of precum sits on his slit. I lap it up, and then start to suck on him, moving my lips back and forth over his sensitive head with reckless abandon.

“Oh yes!” gasps Jack and when I look up I see that Eric’s mouth is clamped over Jack’s nipple, and he’s running his hands over Jack’s perfect abs.

Jack moans as he experiences the pleasures of two mouths on him at once. His legs, which are hanging off the side of the bed, shoot up. A few seconds later, his cock pulses and the taste of sperm again floods my mouth.

As I suck him clean, I think that I really have to get more guys next time.

Jack reaches for my cock, so I get up onto the bed. Unfortunately, hand jobs rarely work for me, so I lay down with them and take over. As I stroke, their hands are everywhere, playing with my nipples, and my balls. A moment later, I lift my ass off the bed and shoot into the air. I feel some land on my face and chest, and more on my abdomen. I keep going.

“Wow, that is really a lot,” remarks Jack.

“It is indeed,” agrees Eric.

I look down at the puddle and grin proudly.

That was the first night.

A Happy Hour

“I’ve done my homework. I’ve read everything you’ve written so far.”

The asian man sat beside me, one leg up on my king sized bed of the Hilton in Toronto. He’s small in stature, and wears a preppy checkered shirt. He looks young for a 34 year old, but he gazes at me with worldly confidence and readiness through his trendy square glasses.

“Do you write about every encounter?” he asks.

“Well, just the exciting ones, or ones with different settings. I don’t want to repeat myself too much. So you know what I like. But I don’t know anything about you. What do you like?”

“Well, you know a little,” he says. A few days before this, he’d followed me on Tumblr. He has a lot of interesting reposts of his own. “My tumblr is mostly fantasy. Things I haven’t been able to find a guy willing to do.”

“Oh?”

He stands up and sheds his shirt. “I found one of your stories in particular very interesting…” he pauses, perhaps hoping I’d get the message. My eyes beg him to go on. “First, I want to try pissing down your throat.”

I stare at him, trying to appear aghast but I can’t. Instead I start to laugh. “Oh yeah! There’s no good way to say that, is there?” I excitedly duck into the bathroom and grab a white towel, spread it on the floor beside the bed.

He steps out of his pants, revealing bright purple pouch briefs, the words “BLOW!” boldly stitched across the waistband. He tosses his glasses on top of his shirt on the suitcase stand, and I fall to my knees in front of him.

“You don’t want to use the tub?” he asks, fingers slipping inside his briefs.

“Nah, we’ll be fine.” I can’t imagine my new buddy being as big, or rough, as my Indian friend. That time, I did need a tub.

He pulls out his penis, thankfully still flaccid, and I gently wrap my mouth around it, trying not to touch it. He stares down at me, incredulously, for long moment before I feel his cock pulse and let out a small amount of hot liquid.

Unlike the two others I’ve done, he didn’t drink much before this, so I get the full flavour. It’s new to me. He watches me as I slosh it around my mouth, enjoying the taste – like a hoppy beer – and swallow.

“You like that?” he asks in amazement. “Have some more.”

Satisfied that I can take it, he relaxes and pisses. I let it tickle my tongue, slosh around my mouth, waiting to the last second to close my lips around it and swallow. I enjoy every moment of it as he empties himself into me, filling me, allowing me to be his vessel. Five gulps later, and it’s done. I’ve consumed it all, and the towel is dry.

I’m staring at his uncut penis. His whole body is shaved smooth. Even under his arms had no more than a day’s growth of stubble. His balls were smallish, hanging from under an impressively sized cock. As I lick, it grows revealing what would be an interesting quirk – a slight curve to the left. I pressed forward, eliciting a gasp when it enters my throat.

“Not too fast. I’ve got other plans for you tonight. I’m going to sit down.” He pulls out, and walks along the room the the office chair in front of the small desk, and plunked his naked butt into it, spinning it around to face me. Then he loops his arms around his legs and pulls them into the air. “Do you like rimming?” he asks, pointing his impossibly smooth anus up at me.

“I’ve done it once, it was fun,” I tell him. I kneel down in front of the chair and give him a doggy lick. But the chair is too low to the ground and I’m having trouble getting the right angle.

“Get on the bed,” he orders. “I’ll just sit on your face. You’d like that, wouldn’t you.”

“Yes!” I quickly gather the hotel cards from the pillows, fling them against the wall, and lay down on my back. He gets on the bed and squats over my mouth. All I see are his balls, cock, and face staring at me intently, as he gingerly lowers his anus to my mouth. I poke up at it with my tongue, swirl up, and then press inside. I see an instant reaction on his face. This is fun.

He’s being too gentle, though. I reach up and pull his hips down, forcing him to smother my mouth with his ass. He gets the idea and lets down his weight, and I sink into the pillow-top mattress, as I trace circles around his pucker with my tongue.

By now his cock is a full 6” and the red head peeks out of its brown covers. He steps off onto the floor. “Slide over,” he tells me. “Lean your head off the bed.”

My heart flutters. Soon I”m staring up into his perineum, holding my mouth open. He slides in, gently at first.

“You OK?” he asks.

“Yes–” I start, muffled.

He grabs my arms and slowly pulls himself forward, all the way in, and holds it there. I feel my airways close up. He stands there with his dick in my throat, perfectly still as the seconds tick by. “When you need to breath, just tap me,” he says.

I give his left cheek two quick taps. He obliges, pulling out, and I suck in a swimmer’s breath.

This time, when he plunges forward, I feel his fingers lightly touching my throat. I imagine him there, grinning, fascinated by the distended outline of his own dick through my skin.

That’s when he starts to fuck. Ever so slightly, he nudges his cock back and forth a little. I concentrate on not vomiting. All I can do is stare through his inner thighs at the textured wallpaper behind him.

Just when I reach all I can take, he pulls out, and settles onto the middle of my bed, flat on his back, melting into the lucious pillows. “These are so comfy. Are you crying yet?” he asks, smiling.

“No I’m fine,” I tell him, quickly wiping the tears off my cheek.

I quickly get between his legs on my belly and engulf his penis between my lips. He lets out a slow, relaxed sigh. “Good boy,” he says. When I keep sucking, he stops me, grabs my chin and makes me look at him. “When I say ‘Good boy’, you then say ‘Thank-you sir.’ Do you understand?”
“Thank-you sir,” I tell him.

“You learn fast. That’s good.” He put his arms behind his head. “Now go get me a glass of water. I’m parched.”

I look around the room, for which I paid $209, and quickly find the glass. I tear off the plastic wrap and fill it with tap water in the bathroom sink.

I hear him call after me. “And hand me the remote. I’m going to watch some TV while you suck my dick. Would you like that?” He answers himself. “Yeah. I know you would, cocksucker.”

He’s cocky for sure. It excites me. I thought he’d be gone in 10 minutes, and I’d be able to catch some much needed sleep. But now I’m awake, excited by our time together. I grab the remote on the way back and offer it him. “Here you are, kind sir.” I only hope he doesn’t order costly porn.

I lay perpendicular to him now, my head on his belly, so I can see the TV a little and work his cock with my mouth at the same time. He ignores me, flipping channels.

The TV blasts out, “Scandal rocks Hollywood today– brewing in the middle east– For 30% of the company.” He settles on a rerun of Shark Tank. Nice, we have similar tastes.

We watch as the sharks eviscerate the business prospects of two women. As they argue, he starts to instruct me. “Put your tongue around the head,” he says. “Try it without your lips…. Lick the bottom of the foreskin.” He gives specific instructions of what he wants. “Good boy.”

Slurp. “Thank-you sir.”

He looks at me, eyes narrowing. “Now I want you to suck on my toes for a while,” he says.

What?

“Yeah,” he says, wiggling them at me. “Get down there and suck. And give me a foot rub.” He stares at me, or the TV, while I kneel on the floor in front of the bed. I cringe, thinking of foot fungus, but a moment later, I lock my eyes on his face, and suck on his big toe. It turns out that sucking appendages is a transferable skill, and I quickly get into it. I stare at his cock, projecting my intense hunger, as I do it.

“Do the other piggies too. They’re lonely,” he tells me, giving them a wiggle.

I do so, but after giving them equal time, I lunge forward onto my belly. I lick his perineum, then move down, pushing his legs up. “Oh yeah,” he says. He grabs a pillow, stuffs it under his lower back, and rolls his ass hole up to me once again. “Good boy. Lick my ass.”

“Thank-you sir.” I say, and I begin. He’s slick with my saliva, and I start to give it wet kisses, and soon I’m making out with his ass, sucking and flicking my tougue at it. A few minutes later, he gives out a low, guttural moan.

“Come here and look what you did,” he says. I get up on my arms and we stare at his cock. A spurt of precum has emerged. “Better not waste it,” he admonishes. I bend over him and lap it up.

I get beside him again, and rest my head on his belly button, and slowly suck on his slippery red cock head. On the flatscreen, the next set of entrepreneurs are almost done their pitch and I lose myself in the show for a while. I feel him slowly stroking my scalp.

During the commercials, he occasionally starts to thrust, holding my head in place. It is then that I see the advantage of his uniquely curved dick. From the side, it slides in perfectly and he;s able to fuck my throat with ease. He does this for only a few seconds, whenever the need arises, and then rests, leaving the work up to me.

He gives more instructions. “Use your hand to bring the foreskin up, get your tongue in between the skin and the head. Yeah, good boy,” he says.

“Thank you sir”

“Use your left hand to massage my balls. Oh yes,” he says, and lets out another low gutteral purr. “I can feel my cum building up. In a little while I’m going to cum down your throat. And in your mouth so you get to taste it all. You will love my sweet cum,” he says. My hands are doing the work most of the now, stroking, so I steal quick glances up at him. He’s not even watching the TV any more. He is in heaven, raw exctasy in his half closed eyes.

Suddenly he grabs my head, wrenching it away and off of him. He lets out a slow ragged breath. I stare into his eyes, and stretch my tongue out eagerly at his throbbing cock head. After a moment, I slowly start again, sticking my tongue in the slit, savouring the delicous salty flavour of his essense.

His control is impressive, and he starts to channel flip again while I suck. “How does your mouth feel?” He asks

“It’s very happy,” I tell him. The thought of it ending now is unbearable. I want to lay here, my head on his belly, sucking his dick, as long as I can, with him softly stroking my head and flipping through shows on my TV. And that’s what we do. I lose all track of time as I suck him, and stroke him. I’m interrupted only with the exciting moments when he grabs my head and mouth fucks me before relaxing again.

His low, purrs are getting more frequent now, and his demands that I slow down are getting weaker. “I’m so close, I can feel it,” he tells me. He strokes my scalp, sending shivers through my body. “You’ve definitely earned your reward. You should be proud. This is the longest blowjob I’ve ever had.”

More moans. His body is on fire now. “Let go of my balls, so I can get it in your throat when it’s time,” he says.He’s thrusting, doing the work now, and his moans get louder. “Get ready,” he says, and before the words are out, he explodes onto my tongue. He screams out, and I feel like the entire floor will hear him. He never stops thrusting, and one joyful hour’s worth of cum ends up down my throat and all throughout my mouth, like delicious salty caramel coating.

When he is done, he can’t ,or won’t move from his spot in the centre of my bed, so I lay on my side and slowly caress his chest and abdomen, over and over. We spend many minutes like this. I’m addicted to the feeling of the hard muscles with barely any covering.

“Are you going to write about that?” he asks, eyes hopeful. “I tried to make new and different for you.”

I grin, as I realize who was the real master today. “Absolutely.”

Fetish II: Desperation

“God I need to pee really bad. I am holding it for you.” The words flash across the Tumblr app.

The day after I posted my first pee story on my blog, a local guy told me he was “into that” and invited me over for some fun. I had been with him before, but since he had a new boyfriend, he had deleted his Grindr account. Instead, he has been sending me direct messages on Tumblr.

I told him I wanted him to be desperate. He agreed to do whatever I said, so I had him drinking all morning. It’s almost lunch now, and I want to find how long he can hold it. The idea excites me, and I stroke myself as I text him.

“Is your room-mate gone?” I ask. “Should I come over now?”

He responds instantly. “Better be here by 11:45.”

I check Google maps, which informs me that the earliest I can be there is noon.

“No problem!” I write back. I take my time getting ready. I have a glass of water, and take a long sit-down piss while I read some news sites. It’s nearly 11:40 by the time I settle into my car and prepare to drive across town.

I decide to take King street.

Who would have thought there’d be so many stoplights? And what is with all that construction, holy fuck! At one of the many stops, my phone thumps on the seat beside me.

“I need to pee baaaad”.

“Driving!” I manage to type back. Traffic is starting to slow down as the lunch hour approaches. As I slowly make progress across town, the messages keep coming.

“Guy in a sweater out front. Wait for him to leave. If he’s not there BUZZ IN.”

“OK he left. Hurryyyy”

“OMG”

It’s 12:15 by the time I pull up and find a parking space. An old lady lets me in, and I wait for the elevator to his apartment. I’m not sure what to expect, or even if I can handle what I’m going to do. I took piss once before, but there wasn’t much. This time there will be more. Plus, I know this guy is aggressive. A regular Jian Ghomeshi. I never know what I’m going to get with him. Fuck, what if it reeks of curry?

The young, black haired Indian man answers the door. He’s wearing nothing but a house coat, and his brown eyes are wild. “Get in,” he tells me.

“Sorry, traffic,” I tell him. I kneel down and slowly untie my boots. When I look up he’s shed his housecoat and he’s already hobbling down the hall to the washroom. His body is thin and beautiful. He has a tall, narrow torso. His ass is perfectly round and tan, nearly hairless. He turns and waits for me in the washroom.

“We’ll use the bathtub,” he says.

“I don’t think I’ll need it, but sure.” I’m cocky after last time, when I didn’t spill a drop in the campus restroom. My host paces like a caged lion as I methodically unlatch my belt buckle and strip to my underwear. I step into the tub gingerly. Like the rest of the bathroom, the bathtub has seen better days. Once white, now it’s scratched and stained with years of use. I get in and kneel down on its rough worn enamel surface.

From across the bathroom, he bounds into the tub with me, holding his penis. It’s flaccid, maybe about four inches. Velvety brown foreskin hides it. He pulls some back, revealing the pinkness inside.

“I have to pee so baa–”

The exact instant I put my mouth over it, he gasps and the stream starts with full force. My mouth fills in seconds and I swallow a big gulp of his piss. My strategy of getting him to drink worked well. Once again, it’s mostly water, and so light tasting, it quenches my thirst. It’s no different from a bottle of Evian, and I eagerly gulp it down. He holds my shoulders, sighs with relief, and puts his leg up on the side of the tub, as I drink mouthful after mouthful of the refreshing liquid.

I start to suck, move my mouth along its length, and he hardens, still pissing. This time, I have a secret agenda. It is possible, I read on the Internet, to deep throat a pissing cock. If this is done, it will feel as if you are filling up without any effort as he empties himself down your throat.

Alas, I manage to get him into my throat, but he winces and strains. Finally he pulls out, holds his cock in his hands. It’s fully eight inches now, and the pink glans bulges, pulsing as he strains. “FUCK! I still gotta go. But it’s not happening.”

Oops.

I look up at him innocently. “Well, you’ll just have to cum down my throat so you can give me the rest!” I offer.

He stares down at me, and I have no idea what he’s thinking. I’m suddenly afraid. Shit, he does look like a terrorist, so calm, but about to explode in anger.

Something in him snaps, as if he’s come to a decision. A cryptic smile spreads across his face. He puts his hands on my shoulders again, and slowly pushes me backwards.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

Wordlessly, he spins me around so my back is against the cold tiled wall.

“Call me master.” He tells me, eyes ablaze.

“Master,” I say, genuinely afraid by his expression. “Please, feed me your cum and piss down my throat.”

He then guides his penis into my mouth. But then without warning, he drives the rest of the way in. My head slams back against the tile. He then fucks my throat, mercilessly. Moments later, I try to breath and realize with growing panic that I can’t. I don’t have much air left. I want to shove him off, but instead, I give him too quick taps on his hip, praying that he gets the message.

Thankfully, he pulls out, a string of thick mucous dripping off his dick. “Master, please,” I gasp, ”Just let me take a deep breath.” I suck in a chest full of air like I’m about to dive in a pool. An instant later he’s back in again. He goes longer this time, and manages to get all the way down. My forehead is driving into his abdomen.

Involuntarily, without warning, I push him off with my full strength. I cough and a gob, too big to be mucous, lands on the bathtub floor. I recognize my morning coffee, the brown tendrils slowly reaching toward the drain. Not much, but I’m embarrassed and disgusted.

He looks down at me with disdain. “Clean that up,” he orders. I flip on the bathtub and splash the thing away down the drain.

“Good boy. Now clean it up.” He shoves his dick in my mouth and I slurp the mess off for him. As soon as I’m done he grips my shoulders starts fucking my throat again.

I’m beginning to wonder if it’s worth it. Getting throat fucked is sexy as hell for the first 30 seconds or so, but it is not a comfortable thing to have the protective layer of mucous scraped out of your esophagus. My eyes are watering. Why do I keep coming back to him?

Finally, he pulls out and strokes himself, quickly. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“Master, I’m so hungry, please feed me your cum.” I see his balls, dark as chocolate, facing me and I lean forward and take them into my mouth, slowly sucking on them one at a time, and then together while he strokes.

“OK,” he says, lowering his cock. I stare directly into his pink glans. “Uh… UUNGH!” I see a small explosion of white, and the world goes blurry because he fucking shoots me right in the eye. He manages to get the rest in my open mouth, but I’m wincing, wiping my eyeball with the back of my hand. His body stiffens, and he moans again as he extends his arms over my head against the tiles. His cock bulges and pumps my mouth full of his sperm.

Suddenly he topples backwards, and with a thump, lands on floor. Then there’s silence.

I’m shocked. What the fuck happened. He just sits there on the bathroom carpet, expressionless, staring into his knees. I worry that he’s having a seizure. I have no idea what to do. How am I going to explain this? My mind races. I decide if I’m going to call 911 I’ll use his phone..

“Uh, hey, are you OK?” I ask.

He stirs. “Yeah, that was just.. Intense.” He gets up slowly, grabs a towel, and wipes his dick off, while I stare at his body.

I get up and reach for the towel. He stops me, moves in front of me.

“I still gotta pee. If want it, open up. Or don’t, I don’t care.” He aims his dick at my face and I’m staring right at his pink piss hole.

Thinking quickly, I decide to drink it down so I won’t need to shower.

His whole body relaxes. “Oh my god, that’s so much better,” he says as he empties himself into me. I easily keep up and start to suck it out of him. It’s like a thick soft gooshy straw. He moans. “Aaaah, you have no idea–”

When all is over and I’m getting dressed, he tells me, “You can write about this, but don’t put in any details. Like don’t even mention I have a cat… cause I have a boyfriend now.”

“I know. Don’t worry.” Confidentiality is of the utmost importance!

Back in my car, I wince and examine my left eye in the rear view mirror. Angry red veins course through it like a map of London. I Google for “cum in eye” and I learn that it can sting for a while. It is possible to get an infection of chlamydia or gonorrhoea local to the eye. Fuck. Thankfully, a couple hours later I’m fine.

I promise this will be my last fetish story for a while. And sorry for the rushed ending, but I have to go now. Real bad.

Fetish

The moment I get the message that he’s here, I unlatch the restroom door and quickly get on my knees beside the toilet. My 23yo master enters and locks the door. He hastily puts his thick chemistry textbook on the sink. Without bothering to take off his jacket, he walks over to me, and unzips. He yanks his felt pants and red boxer-briefs down with one quick motion, and casually places his dick in my open mouth. For a long time, nothing happens.

Kinks are weird. For example, intellectually, I can understand why playing with someone’s foot might give pleasure. They are as sensitive as the palms, as erogenous to touch as the base of the penis. I can see, if not share, the sense of pleasure from servicing a pampered paw. But that is not my kink.

I love cum. I love the work of rubbing and sucking and I relish my reward with gusto. I need to take it in, feel it gushing out, knowing that once started it is unstoppable by any force. I need to taste it, consume it, thick and hearty. By extension, why would I not love everything a man’s penis could give me?

Yet I am embarrassed to tell anyone my fantasy.

It was only by chance that we were chatting about kinks, and I shared mine. He had already done it with other guy. Bemused, he agreed to indulge me the next time we met.

“I had a lot of water,” he messaged me in the afternoon. “Just waiting till I have to go.”

I waited, so turned on I was high. I couldn’t sit still. I just walked around the campus, where we would meet, and kept checking my phone.

“How much can you handle?” he wrote.

I have no idea. Maybe none at all. Maybe it’s one of those things that is better to think about than do. Maybe I’ll get my clothes all wet and have to go home and change. Maybe I’ll puke on his shoes. “All of it. I’m so thirsty :)” I write back.

“I’m in a rush,” he wrote a little later, “but I can go now. You OK with just piss and go? No time to cum.”

I was a little disappointed, but I found my favourite bathroom, locked the door, and waited for him.

And now he’s here, standing over me. Being careful not to stimulate, I lightly close my lips over his cockhead. It feels so soft and small, completely flaccid. It bends at the lightest touch. He clamps his hand around the base and relaxes his groin. The first dribble is hot and sharp and runs down to the back of my mouth. The taste is light. I swallow it down.

He smiles. Satisfied that I can take it, he relaxes and pisses on the middle of my tongue. It tickles in a way that is rarely felt, and my cock stiffens. As my mouth fills, I pull back, so I’m just kissing the tip of his still streaming cock. Very carefully, I swallow. As I slide back on I suck, something I’ve always wanted to do. It comes out faster. When the flow ebs, I look into his eyes and wait with mouth open and my tongue just touching its underside. He flexes and gives me more of his essence.

This time, as I pull back to swallow, his penis stretches with me, and the stream tapers. He shakes it off against my teeth. He’s fully hard now. For a long time, I wait for more.

Soon staring up its length, reflex takes over. Effortlessly, I take him down into my throat. I’m eager to show him my skills. But before I can move, his hands land on my shoulders, holding me in place. As he fucks my throat, I close my eyes and suppress the gag. After only seconds, he stops. He rakes his cock across my tongue and I taste his sperm, still spewing out. My young master must have been pleased. He bangs it against my lips, shaking it off, then squeezes it between his fingers, wringing out the last few drops of cum. Thrilled at the reward, I lick him clean.

He washes his hands, grabs his textbook, and leaves without speaking.