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A strong hand was shaking me, and waking up felt like emerging from a cocoon of warmth and light. I blinked myself into awareness and laughing blue eyes were welcoming me.
"Hey sleepyhead. Food's ready," Chad said with warmth in his voice.
I rubbed my face, and slowly sat up, returning to the world, remembering everything that had happened so far today. Was it all just today? That seemed impossible, but it was true.
Chad had set the coffee table like it was a dining room table -- two big plates of food, a couple of glasses of beer, paper towel napkins, and silverware. I just goggled at the plates -- beautifully cooked steaks, baked potatoes, broccoli, and asparagus. I shook my head in wonder and looked at him.
"You cooked all this just now?" I asked with a bit of confusion in my voice.
He laughed his booming laugh. "Well, you've been asleep for an hour, and I'm pretty sure it was me. If it wasn't me, he sure looked a hell of a lot like me."
He sat down right up next to me, scooting me over a bit so that he had room. He was still butt naked -- and come to think of it, so was I. He pulled the blanket so that it was covering both of our laps, and then grinned at me, wolfishly.
"I don't wanna drip hot food on my dick, ya know?" I laughed.
He pulled his plate to him and dove right in. The smell of the food was incredible and it hit me like a wall, making me realize just how hungry I was.
I started eating and lost myself for a while in the flavors. Everything was excellent -- Chad here didn't just know how to fuck; he knew how to throw down in the kitchen, too.
As I was devouring the asparagus, and he nudged me. "Cool. I didn't know if you liked asparagus, so I got broccoli, too."
I nodded with my mouth full. "I love it. But in an hour my pee is gonna smell foul as hell."
He laughed and shook his head. "Not me. I'm one of the lucky ones who can't smell it." He got a big grin on his face. "So, you can go ahead and piss all over me later and it'll be fine."
I nearly choked on my food and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He laughed again.
"I'm kiddin'. I've never done that before." Then he paused, and got a thoughtful look on his face, and shrugged. "But what the hell, there's a lot of shit I haven't done before today that I seem to really enjoy, so who knows?"
He laughed when I nearly choked again, and wrapped me in a quick one-armed hug, and kissed the side of my face.
"Damn, Bry, you're cute when you're flustered." He winked at me and then turned back to the meal.
We ate, and we chatted about little things. We talked about the dogs we'd had while growing up, and he rambled on for a while about a piece of land that had caught his eye that he dreamed about buying.
We practically licked our plates clean, and after a moment we both got up and started clearing things into the kitchen. It's like we didn't need to talk about it -- even little things like this were just sympatico. We cleaned things up pretty quickly and put the dishes in the dishwasher, and then he swooped in and kissed me.
We stood naked in the kitchen, locked in a deep and passionate kiss, tongues wrestling, and both of our cocks started to reinflate.
He broke the kiss and said, "Damn," and shook his head like he'd lost something.
"What?" I asked, a small frown on my lips, wondering if my breath stank.
"I just kinda bet myself that kissing you couldn't possibly be as good as I remembered from a little while ago." He said this with a kind of fake glumness, still shaking his head.
I just kind of looked at him and shrugged. "And?"
"And I lost!" he half-shouted. "I lost the damn bet, Bry!" He threw up his hands in mock defeat. "Kissing you just now was fuckin' amazing!"
He ran his hands up my sides, making me shiver, and pulled me in for another kiss. His cock was thumping back to life, and I couldn't keep my hands off of it. He broke the kiss and put pretend indignation into his voice.
"There it is again! We're stinky and naked and sweaty in the kitchen and it's still the best damn kiss I've ever had!"
I laughed and pulled him closer so that we were touching along the whole length of our bodies. I pulled his head down to mine, and we made out, standing there, dicks twitching against each other.
I finally came up for air, and said, "Well, I can't help that every kiss from me is the best you've ever had. But I can help with the stinky part. I've got a big walk-in shower in my master bath." I nodded my head in the general direction of the bedroom.
His eyes lit up. "You have a MASTER bathroom? Damn, things really are fancy up here on the third floor, huh?"
I laughed at him, and just naturally took him by the hand and led him into the bathroom, and turned on the shower.
"Dang, Bry. I knew the two-bedroom units up here were bigger, but this is fuckin' nice." I shrugged and nodded. I'd gotten this unit specifically because it had two bedrooms and a nicer master bath. I don't need fancy shit, but I do like having my space.
The water had warmed up enough so I stepped in and pulled him after me. We spent a minute splashing water at each other and goofing around, and washing the funk of our fucking off of us.
He pulled me to him, and we started kissing again, making out under the heat of the water, two jungle beasts standing in a tropical waterfall. I broke the kiss, and grabbed the soap and a scrub thing, and started soaping up his chest. He just watched me with an amused look on his face and started laughing again.
"Goddamn, Bryan. You suck my dick, you bring me beer, you take my dick like a champ in your sweet pussy, you squirt better'n anyone I've ever fucked, and now you're washing me like I'm a goddamn king? I don't know, man. I just don't fuckin' know!" He shook his head in wonder again.
"I mean, you fucked me within an inch of my life with the hottest dick I've ever seen and then cooked me dinner, so it all sort of adds up from where I'm standing."
We both laughed, and I spent a lot of time scrubbing every part of him. After those comments I didn't feel like I could cheap out and just give him half a royal treatment, you know?
As soon as I was done, I rinsed him off, and he took the soap and scrubber from me and proceeded to return the favor. If anything, he spent more time scrubbing me and seemed to be enjoying every minute of it. He spent extra time on my ass, and before I knew it, he had several of his long, thick, soapy fingers up inside of me, as deep as he could get them. He wrapped me up in his arms and we stood there making out in the shower, me with my hands slowly stroking his giant, throbbing cock, and him swirling two fingers deep inside of me.
He broke the kiss and turned me around, never taking his fingers out of me. I braced my hands against the wall, and leaned forward, sticking my ass out, water coursing down my back. He grunted and started sliding his fingers in and out, building up a steady rhythm.
He was holding my ass open with one hand, fingerbanging me with the other. It's like he was mesmerized by the sight of his fingers in my hole, and he couldn't stop moaning as he was looking at it. His dick was fully hard, bouncing around to his heartbeat, slick with water and soap and precum.
He dropped to his knees, and pulled his fingers out, and replaced them with his tongue. He shifted me so the water wasn't cascading down my back, and he dug his tongue as deep into me as he could get it, licking every inch of my asshole. He was massaging my ass, playing with my asscheeks, bouncing them and slapping lightly, then squeezing them so that they hugged his face.
He stood up, and I felt the fat mushroom head of his cock pop into my hole. I moaned and thrust my ass back onto his dick. He grunted and swore, and slid his long, fat dick deeper into me. He thrust several times, and he laughed and pulled his cock out.
I half-turned to look at him, and he could tell I was about to ask him what was wrong.
"Sorry, Bry. I just gotta piss so fuckin' bad, man." He laughed, and it echoed around the shower stall. "I hope you're not one of those dudes who freaks out at other dudes who piss in the shower."
He aimed his rock-hard giant dick at the drain and screwed up his face to try to will his boner down so he could pee. I laughed and turned so I could kiss his face. I put my mouth to his ear, and whispered, "Piss on me, bud."
He looked at me with a stunned expression on his face. I took his earlobe in my mouth and sucked it, and then whispered, "Or put your dick in me and piss in me."
He moaned under his breath and started kissing me.
"Are you fuckin' serious, Bry?" he asked.
I nodded, and turned around again, and showed him my ass. He rubbed it with his big hands, and then pulled my asscheeks apart to look at my swollen hole. He moaned again and leaned down to lick it, and then I felt his dick pop into me again. His hands were rubbing up and down my sides and I pushed my way down the length of his cock.
His fingers flew to my tits, and he grabbed onto both and started squeezing and twirling my nipples like he was tuning an old-fashioned radio. A wave of pleasure rolled through me again, relaxing my insides, and allowing his dick to pop into that deep place within me. We both moaned at the feeling, and I ground my ass on his trimmed pubes, and he reciprocated the grind.
His mouth was on my neck, licking and sucking, and mumbling into my ear.
"You have the best pussy, Bry. Goddamn, I love fucking your incredible pussy."
"Fuck yeah, Chad. I love your big dick deep inside me, man. You've got the best fucking cock, bud."
"You want my piss? You want me to mark your pussy with my piss, man?"
I grunted and nodded, whimpering at the feel of him in me, his hands on my tits.
He wrapped his left arm around me so that his left hand was playing with my right nipple, and then he brought his right hand up to my mouth. Instinctively I opened my mouth and took two of his big fingers in, sucking the water off of them. He moaned in my ear.
Pissing through a hard dick is near impossible. I can't do it, so I have no idea how he did, except that maybe he had to piss so badly it just had to work.
I felt a hot spurt of liquid deep inside me, and then another. The heat of it radiated out from the core of my belly, a deep and amazing feeling. After a moment, the spurts became a steady stream, and then a flood. A firehose of hot piss, right into that deep back pussy, filling me with liquid fire.
He added another finger to my mouth, and then slowly forced them deeper into my throat, so I was deepthroating his fingers like I could breathe them, sucking and flexing my throat around them.
His tongue was in my ear as he muttered, "Oh fuck yes. Marking your pussy with my goddamn piss, Bryan. I own this fuckin' pussy, don't I? I fuckin' own this cunt!" I was nodding, overwhelmed with feelings of desire. His piss just kept flooding into me, but his dick was so big, and there was so much that it began seeping out of me, flowing out of my ass and down our legs. The hot scent of asparagus piss filled the shower. For some reason, it turned me on even more than I was already feeling.
Keeping the fingers of his right hand in my mouth, he let his left hand creep down to my now fully hard dick. Using the piss flowing out of me as lube, he began jacking my cock, as I fucked my own ass back onto his still-pissing dick. It was raunchy as fuck, and it was one of the hottest things I've ever experienced.
A wave of pleasure started building inside me, like before, and soon enough I was having an ass orgasm, clenching my hole around his ramrod dick and a never-ending stream of piss. He was fucking me three ways -- his tongue in my ear, his fingers in my throat, and his pissing cock deep into my ass.
The feeling was so intense that as soon as the ass orgasm subsided, a regular orgasm started building in my balls, and seconds later I was shooting full-on cum out of my dick and writhing and moaning in his grip.
I was pushing against the wall as hard as I could, and he was wrapped around me like a boa constrictor, forcing himself into every orifice. I felt completely owned by him, but also incredibly powerful. Somehow I was strong enough to handle literally every part of this incredible man. It's like he was pouring his power into me, and it was making me superhuman.
Eventually, his thrusts turned into full-on fucking. He was using his own piss, still leaking out of me, as lube to fuck me as hard and deep as he'd ever done before. I was pushing back, taking every inch, every centimeter that he could give me, matching him force for force.
Within minutes he was roaring in my ear, fucking his tongue as deep into at he could, sinking his fingers even deeper down my throat as he unloaded volley after volley of hot cum deep into me. It burned like his piss but in a different way. Like the two things were combining into some hot, magnificent alchemical reaction inside of me. Of course, it pushed another wave of orgasms through my body, shooting more juice out of my dick and onto his still-jacking hand.
Finally, we both came down from the high, and he extricated himself from me slowly. He spun me around, and jammed his tongue down my throat, breathless from the passion of the moment.
Laughing, he grabbed the soap and scrubber, and washed me down again, spending lots of time on my now-tender asshole.
He was squatting in front of me, rinsing the soap off, and admiring my dick. He leaned forward, and took my cock into his mouth, swirling it around on his tongue, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes.
Considering Chad hadn't been with a guy until yesterday (at least so far as I knew), this was the second time he'd willingly put my cock in his mouth. It felt incredible.
I pulled it out, and said, "Hang on, dude. It's my turn to pee."
"Pee on me, Bry." I couldn't believe he was saying it, but he had the look on his face of a man who was daring greatly and was willing to try something new, even if he might hate it.
I shook my head, and he nodded. "Do it, bud. Please."
I sighed, turned on, and also wary that I might be going too far.
A hot spurt of piss hit his face, and he blinked in surprise and then started laughing as he wiped his face. My stream started up and I aimed it at his chest. He moaned and rubbed it into his chest hair, smiling up at me, nodding encouragement.
He grabbed my dick and aimed it at his open mouth. I couldn't believe it, but I also couldn't stop peeing at this point. The golden stream of funky asparagus pee hit his mouth, and he grimaced slightly at the taste, and then swallowed a bit, and then aimed back at his chest. He was grinning up at me like a madman.
He leaned back, and I pissed down his whole belly, down onto his magnificent dick. It twitched under the hot stream of liquid, and he rubbed my piss onto his skin all over, like he was bathing in it.
Finally, I emptied out and he bounced to his feet and wrapped me up in a hug, squishing my piss between us, and kissed me deeply.
"There. Now you've marked me with your piss, too." He said, simply. Something shifted in my chest, and I got a lump in my throat, but I don't think he noticed.
We fully rinsed each other off, again, and finally turned off the water just as it was starting to turn cold.
We dried off with towels under the heat lamp, and just laughed as we tried to make sure that both of us were completely dry.
We stumbled into the bedroom, and he picked me up by the waist, tossed me onto the bed, and clambered up on top of me, pinning me down. We kissed for several minutes, slow, passionate kisses that didn't have a beginning or an end. He rolled off of me after a moment, just lying there, catching his breath.
"Damn, Bry! This is a really nice bed!"
I laughed at him. "Well, we spend a third of our lives in bed, man. I wanted to make sure I had a really fuckin' comfortable one."
He rolled over and just kind of luxuriated in the feel of the mattress and sheets, splaying his arms and legs like he was making snow angels. He reached down and pulled up the blankets, and then pulled me into him, cuddling me close, spooning me so that our entire bodies were touching.
He kissed my neck and mumbled, "Whew! I'm tuckered out! Maybe it's time for a nap."
I laughed a little, and cuddled back into him, wiggling my butt against his dick. I was pretty wiped out too, my little nap from earlier notwithstanding.
"Bry," he whispered in my ear, "I gotta tell you..." He paused, his voice getting very quiet. I don't know why, but I held my breath a little bit, waiting to hear what he said.
"I....I've had the best fuckin' weekend with you, man."
I snuggled back into him harder and hugged his arm in front of me.
"Me too, bud. Best weekend ever." I pulled his hand up to my mouth and kissed his palm a couple of times. He sighed in my ear, a deep, long sigh of total relaxation, and then he kissed the back of my neck, sending goosebumps racing across my skin.
In a very short time, his breathing had settled down into a deep rhythm, and just about the time I realized he had conked out, I shut my eyes and followed him off to sleep, warm and safe and incredibly well-fucked.