I was totally spent. For several months, I had worked night and day and I had nothing left to give. I'm a stage actor. No, I'm not famous, but I'm working to change that. In the meantime, I'm doing a lot of stage work and my last gig was now over. My manager told me I needed a break, so he booked me for a three-week stay at an out of the way duplex on the beach (more of a rocky beach, actually) on the coast of Maine.
I took the scenic route in my drive to Maine. Upon arrival, I stocked up on my favorite wines at the liquor store, got the key from the manager (an old queen if there ever was one) and then drove to the duplex. The manager told me the other half of the duplex was not rented, so I'd have the entire place to myself. This was perfect. Just me. My books. CDs. Wine. Sun. Nothing else.
I was delighted with the place. It was old, but clean and it featured a huge wooden balcony (connecting the duplexes) that overlooked a small sandy beach, rocky cliffs and then the rocky shoreline below. It was perfect and very quiet except for the lapping of the waves. It was now about 4:00 pm, so after unpacking, I relaxed on the balcony, totally naked. I soon fell asleep and then stumbled into bed--leaving the window open so I could enjoy the cool sea breeze.
The next morning I woke up early. I walked out on the balcony and pissed over the railing as if to mark this place as my own. I loved being naked and outdoors, so I was glad the duplex was mine and mine alone. After fixing breakfast, I laid in the hammock, still naked and drifted off to sleep again instead of reading the Advocate by my side. About an hour later, however, my peace was interrupted. I woke up to see this guy staring at me with a huge smile on his face. I could hardly see him for the sun. Not being the shy type, I got up--sporting a roaring hardon. He apologized for interrupting my sleep and introduced himself. His name was Stephen. He was about 24 years old, 5'6" tall, bleach blond hair with a dark trail leading into his low-slung cut offs, hard abs, hairy legs, a dark tan and a smile that spread from ear to ear.
"What are you doing here," I asked?
"I just rented this place. The landlord said you'd be here. I just moved in and saw you laying in the hammock and looking sexy as fuck," he said.
I could only smile. While I was not pleased to have a neighbor after only one day of being alone, he was indeed a wet dream come true. Maybe, after describing Stephen, I should tell you about myself. My name is Geoff. I'm 33, 6'1, 31" waist, dark brown hair, hairy chest, a narrow trail, full balls, 7.5" cut cock, and I have long legs covered in dark fur. My ass is also kind of hairy, mostly in the crack. Stephen obviously couldn't take his eyes off of me. Nor could I take my eyes off of him.
"Stephen," I said, "welcome. I just moved in and I plan to have a quiet time here. So if my being naked bothers you, you can fuck yourself," I said with a laugh. His response was direct and to the point. He simply dropped his cut-offs and threw them at me. We both laughed as I took in view of his small, but very plump soft cock.
"I know it's early, but do you want some wine." I asked? We went into my kitchen, I poured the wine, but I couldn't take my eyes off his ass. It was a total bubble butt--rock hard, white and I could see just a bit of blond peach fuzz inside the crack. We sat down on the sofa, both still naked, and began to get to know each other. The conversation flowed easily as I kept refilling our wine glasses. He was cute and he knew it, but he had no attitude. He was relaxed, easy to talk with and was totally bull shit-free. We were both here for the same reason--to get away from everything and everybody. I was from New York; he was from Boston. We were both newly single (again) and both relaxed enough to stretch out on the sofa, softly touch each other in a warm but non-sexual way and simply talk.
The hours past quickly. From time to time, one or both of our cocks would rear up and we'd joke about being horny all the time. But that was it. No sex, no playing around. It was a perfect, no pressure kind of day.
Stephen and I finally got up and walked down to the beach. I casually put my arm over his shoulder as we walked. It all seemed so natural, so innocent and so fucking sexy. As we walked, I told Stephen to stop for a sec. I had to piss. I broke contact with him, reach for my cock and as I did, Stephen stopped me.
"Geoff, um... uh... well... I hope you don't mind, but... I was thinking... that maybe... well, anyway... here's the deal. Piss on me, I want to drink it. Okay?"
Without a word, he dropped to his knees in front of me and put his hands on my ass. I could feel his fingers creep into my hairy crack as his mouth covered my cock. He wasn't asking permission, he was just taking what he wanted. I had never fed piss to a guy before, but this was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. The two of us naked, hard, on the beach and Stephen ready to drink my piss. I leaned back, pushed my cock into his mouth, and started to shoot--a long, hard, wet, nasty, yellow stream of piss into his mouth. He sucked like a baby, drinking all he could.
I saw some of my piss run out of his mouth and down over his chin, neck, pecs, down his abs and into his crotch. Fuck! This was hot. He kept drinking and I kept pissing. He looked up at me and smiled with his eyes. I couldn't fucking believe it. He loved it and I loved feeding him. To look at him, you would think we was a choir boy. Obviously, if he was a choir boy, he sung in a very raunchy choir.
I finally finished my hard piss and he lapped the spare droplets off my balls and thighs. Then I leaned down, pulled him up to me and kissed him. My tongue dug deep into his hot, wet, piss-covered mouth. I could taste the piss as our bodies meshed together--our sweat and piss and his precum getting all over us. My piss tasted great in his mouth. But he tasted, and felt, even better.
Stephen broke the kiss finally and smiled at me. Playfully swatted my ass and simply said "thanks, bro. I've been wanting that since I saw you this morning." He was so natural in what he wanted and how he got it. No drama. No scene. No attitude. He just naturally connected with me like it was meant to be. Then we continued our walk--our hard cocks sticking straight out as we walked the beach with our bodies reeking of piss and sweat.
We slowly made our way back to the house. In spite of the piss scene, we still acted and felt like two guys who just enjoyed being together. It seemed so right, so natural, so innocent and yet I knew we'd be having sex soon. But for now I was just enjoying what we the moment.
As I walked up the steps, with Stephen behind me, I suddenly felt his hands grab my hips and his tongue shove its way into my ass crack. I stopped, leaned forward and thrust my ass back at him. I hadn't showered since leaving New York, so I was pretty wipe. The sweat and the piss made me even riper. I couldn't believe how this beautiful, innocent-looking guy was tearing into my ass. He pushed me down on the steps, spread my ass, spat on my hole and then started tongue fucking me. Damn, this was amazing. He was so hot, so spontaneous, so beautiful and so fucking nasty.
I pushed my ass into his face and farted. He loved it and started tongue fucking my ass even deeper as he gave my hairy cheeks a few playful wacks with his hand. At the same time, he pulled my cock and balls back toward him. His tongue moved from my ass to my piss slit as he drank my precum and ate my ass. Then suddenly, the little fucker gave me another surprise. I felt a hot stream of piss hit my asshole. I looked back to see him smiling like a kid at Christmas as he shot his hot piss at my ass. I felt it hit my hole, splatter all over my ass, legs and back, and run down over my balls and cock. "Oh fuck yeah, Stephen..." I screamed out. "Drench me man, then clean my ass out."
He did as instructed. Pissing all over my ass and then burying his face in it. I felt his day-old blond beard stubble scratch my cheeks, crack and hole as he tortured me. This kid new how to heat up a guy--being playful, raunchy, cute and rough all at the same time.
He kept scratching my ass, tonguing it and licking the piss off of me as his hands roamed my body. My cock was rock hard, drenched in his piss and leaking a shit load of precum as he kept working my body. The sun was beating down on us. The sweat. The piss. The precum. It all made for a hot, smelly scene. But now it was my turn to surprise him.
Still lying on the steps, I flipped myself over and pulled him down on top of me. I could feel his cock between my legs, leaking on my ass crack as we kissed. My hands roamed his body and then--without evening thinking about it--I started to spank his ass. Hard! The harder I spanked his ass, the deeper he kissed and the harder he thrusted his cock into my crack. My hairy ass felt slimy with piss and precum and he could have fucked me on the spot. But instead, he moved his body up on top of mine and slowly sat down on my cock. He cock was dripping precum on my abs and trail as he sat down--taking my cock up his ass like a fucking pro. I watched my cock disappear into him as he spat on his cock and jacked it--shooting gobs of precum all over my hairy chest. Taking control, he moved up and down on my cock, going deeper each time. As he pushed down, my balls were squeezed and tortured. He knew how to crush them just right as he got fucked.
Then he leaned over me, my mouth open, and he dripped spit into my mouth before we began to kiss once again. My cock kept fucking his ass. He was unbelievable tight. He kept squeezing his ass, milking my cock and taking every inch he could get. As he put pressure on me, the pressure in my bladder was also building. I had to piss--bad! So I did. I didn't warn him, I just pushed my cock deep into his bowels and let loose a long stream of raunchy piss up his ass. He felt it and he fucking loved it. He moaned with pleasure as I filled his ass. How could this sweet, angelic looking guy be such a toilet boy? I didn't know, or care. All I knew is that he was giving me an experience I'd never had--sex and piss together. And I was fucking turned on. I fucked his ass harder and deeper and I kept pissing like a dog in heat. Pounding that ass, pissing in it, spanking it, I abused him like a slave. I gave him every inch of cock, every ounce of piss I had. He took it and more. He kept riding my cock and acting like my bitch in heat. In reality, though, I was his bitch. He was the nasty boy, but he was the one that was controlling me--making me go places I'd never gone before.
As my piss stream ended, he suddenly pulled his ass off my cock, leaned back, showed me his asshole and then began to spray me with my own piss. All I saw was a stream of piss shooting out of his tight ass hole--hitting my face, chest, everywhere. The fucker was bathing me in my own piss, giving me what I gave him. I felt and smelled like a fucking public toilet. I loved it and he knew it.
When he stopped shooting, his hands lifted my ass up and he plunged his 6" cock deep into my ass in one stroke. No warning. No mercy. No, he pushed his cock deep into me like he was raping a whore. Fuck yeah, I was his whore if that's what he wanted. My hairy chest and abs and legs were covered in sweat and piss as he started fucking me as hard as I had fucked him.
As he pumped my ass on the steps, he grabbed my cock and balls. Pulled. Twisted. And milked my cock like he owned it. Maybe he did. He was quickly owning me. I saw his luscious tan body drip sweat on me, his blond hair fall into his face as he fucked me--that sweet smile seducing me as if for the first time.
How could he be so rank and so sweet at the same time. Gawd, it was like a wet dream come true. Then without warning, he started to cum. His face scrunched up, the smile disappeared and he let out a howl that I'm sure could be heard for miles. He pushed deep into me, shooting load after load of hot cum into my ass. I could feel each hot load fill my ass as I squeezed his cock hard. He was amazing. He kept cuming, shot after shot, like he'd been saving up for months. As he gave me his final shot, he reached a finger into my ass, scooped out some cum and ate it. Then he gave me his finger to clean in my mouth before kissing me. Our hot bodies were melded together like one and as we kissed, I shot my load between our wet bodies. That huge load coated our abs and crotch. Shit, I had never, ever cum like that. It seemed to never end. He kept fucking me and kissing me as I came.
If this was heaven, or hell, I didn't care and I didn't want it to end.
I noticed the sun was beginning to sink as we kept kissing. Then we both started to laugh, laughing hysterically, as if for no reason. His smile had returned as his cock slowly slipped out of my ass.
"I'm hungry," he said. "Let's get some food."
I slapped his ass again and told him that he'd had his dinner, but that desert would soon be available. We kissed again, kissing as if we'd known each other a lifetime. For the next two weeks, we made love constantly. Sometimes it was sweet and tender. Sometimes it was rough and nasty. I learned to love piss play and he learned something too--that we could swap from sub to dom and back again and love every minute of it. He owned me and I owned him. When the vacation ended, so did his life in Boston. On the way home, I helped him pack-up for his new life in New York with me.