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First time with Joe.
Chapter Four. Golden rain.
"Well did you miss me then?" Joe whispered during mid-fuck.
It was like he was an addict for my body. Before that and just after I'd called at his door, apart from just a quick greeting he'd said nothing. He was too intent on stripping down my jeans and having me over the arm of his plush red leather settee.
Usually he would indulge in his constitutional spanking and oral stuff but such was his lust, he forwent all that and went in for the kill.. And did I know it!
"I would maybe thought you would have been a little tight" Joe gushed holding himself deep inside me as we indulged in just a gentle movement to feel
each other's strong beat. That is another thing I adored about Joe. He knew how to get the very best out of me and the feel of his hardness throbbing inside me was a thrill always.
"But I guess you used the vibrators Huh to keep my hole serviced?"
Straight to the point. That was Joe. "Something like that" I replied. Knowing the size of Robert's cock was perhaps an inch longer. For me quality mattered more than size, even though I enjoyed Robert's fuck it could never be up to Joe's standard.
"You are a fucking' tease, do you know that?" Joe grinned, easing his cock
right up me then. "Well here it is, the real thing Pete, better than any of your fuck toys eh?"
"Without a doubt" I replied feeling the surge of his fuck begin to take me
to the full.
"Tell you what, Pete, I have missed your ass. Such was my agony missing it that I almost phoned for the services of a rent boy. But then I thought it could never be the same as you, no matter how much I imagined. It is the quality you see, So have you been a good boy for me?"
"Of course" I lied. Hoping for the life of me that Robert would not spill the beans.
"Your hole seems as supple as always, give me a good sucking after I have spilled huh? and I will tender your body in the way you have become accustomed."
"Sounds good" I murmured feeling his fuck grow and build and sinking into a beautiful oblivion as he took me full throttle. Grasping the sides of my buttocks to hold me steadfast as he blasted his cock into me. I think after that deep fucking, he had really missed me and I sort of felt a guilt because I let Robert have me. Should I tell him and be done with it? I asked myself, because Robert said he would tell anyway. But I didn't want that. I craved over Phil, He was the best thing that had ever happened to me and his sexual preferences were second to none.
Then how could I tell him. How would he react for one thing and maybe things between us could never be the same again?
After Joe had served me to the full, after we'd partaken in mutual oral satisfaction and I was home again in my pad, I telephoned Robert to say it would be okay for him to do what he wanted. I dreaded the thought but I was determined to keep Joe sweet.
Robert was delighted and asked if I could call in the morning, He had a late call and a session with me would put him right for the hectic afternoon in his office ahead.
So I called and braced myself for his particular diversity. I decided just to go through the motions thinking all the time that this was my penance for not being honest with Joe. And if this was going to be a one of that would be fine.
But Robert was truly perverted and contrived to stress that making love with golden rain was something very special that I would simply love.
He was all of a tether when he arrived, standing there in his shorts and not looking attractive at all, especially as he was groping himself like he was doing it for my pleasure. He was a stout guy with a few unattractive flab 's around his lower region which did not give me a particular urge to touch him, as he then asked me to.
He pulled it out and murmured something about it being very elastic and subtle and how it would be better stuffed up my fucking asshole than just being perked up like that awaiting for my attention.
I simply hated the idea of touching him after what he told me about his bent for golden rain. It was aright the last and first time we'd fucked., because I was Immersed in the lust in missing Joe I submitted to him freely and yes I did enjoy his fuck. But now it seemed like just something I had to do because of Joe and as he led me to the shower room I felt like a lamb being take for slaughter.
I had managed to give him a quick jerking off downstairs but managed to put
off the oral bit. He seemed happy with that though and said he looked forward to initiating me into the pleasure of golden rain. Before we went upstairs to the bathroom he said I should drink plenty and I had a good idea why he said that.
In the bathroom he stripped me with great urgency and did things like stretching the cheeks of my ass apart, slapping them and telling me to bend this
way and then that. I went through the notions hoping the morning would soon pass but he was intent on getting the best out of me, his words. Giving me all the stuff about my having a great fuckin' ass made for the trickle of golden rain, and then he'd fuck it taking in the magical odour into his nostrils. And likewise I could do the same with him, The trick then was to share our waters and indulge in a long and satisfying oral rhapsody that was good for the soul and a splendid introductory to a final deep fucking.
He was talking like a preacher man, his head now jerking off my cock which was fully immersed in his throat. His hands gentle coupled squeezing my balls to satisfaction and I did enjoy that. I always do. There is something op very satisfying and special about being sucked and balled, that certain feeling so wonderful and sensual.
Jane Austin wrote a book about Pride and Prejudice, I could equally write one about sense and sexual sensuality. With Joe taking me in so many way and now this new experience with Robert I reckon I could soon fill a few chapters.
I may do that. See how this one goes.
Anyway with balls well squeezed and cock sucked I was upright and ready to let Robert have his way with me, just to get it over and done with. He led me naked now in the shower compartment, large enough for two or more.
"Just jig me up a little" he said guiding my hand to his erection once more. "Stretch it right back and then I will tell you what to do"
I did as he asked. I felt it and jigged it He places his big hands behind against his buttocks, pushing himself forward to present me with his best. It was fine. I'd handled a cock or two but never with the knowledge that soon it would be spurting pee all over wherever he chose.
Then holding his cock tight at the end he told me just to stand there, close my eyes and feel the happening.
I heard him sigh and felt the heat of a strong spurt of fluid contact my lower tummy and run down my thighs, and over my cock too.
I opened my eyes and he was squeezing his cock to control the spurt and asked me to turn and bend,. His pee was steaming and smelt like a horse.
"I want this to spurt right up you ass" he said.
I twisted and opened my legs to take the stream of hot fluid . I felt it contact my rear and dribble down between.
It was like when I remembered being little , when I could not wait to reach
the toilet and wet my trousers. My Mum gave me a good spanking for that and I guess that has something to do with liking to be spanked now I was grown up, especially by Joe.
But now I was with Robert, being pissed with what he called his golden rain on and wondering what would come next, would he want to fuck my pissed up ass now or what?
The `or what' was he kneeled and sucked my ass all over. He was like a hungry animal pushing and probing everywhere. But the worse part of all that is when he stood up again, twisted me to face him and pressed his urine saturated mouth to mine!
I was sort of going through the motions, hoping upon hope that I would never have to do this again, and that Robert would not hold me to regular sessions on the premise that he would tell Jo about me and him.
"You look so good glistening in piss, Pete. Now I want you to do the same over me. He went to his knees and placed his face deliberately beneath my pee range, opened his mouth and closed his eyes. Could I do this? Was I completely mad or something?
But that is what he wanted and that is what he got. Full flow too. I had never ever pissed on a guy before and to see the utter pleasure was something I shall never forget.
Who would have thought anyone could get pleasure this way. It was surely it
was unhygienic and highly unethical.
And yet, it sounds crazy, but somehow I felt an inkling of perverted sexual
pleasure when it came to my turn. Not like when he washed me but now I was doing it to him, and watching his reaction, I felt definitely something there that I had never felt before.
Another learning cures, there are lots of things we don't know about ourselves until such an opportunity arises.
When I was spent out he thanked me, telling me I was highly desirable and he loved my flavour. "No we are nicely garnished and I am too let me fuck that beautiful golden ass once again, I will fuck you to the hilt and ball you too, just to show how grateful I am for what you did, for no other guy has done that for me.
It was a learning curve and no mistake. And yet there was something very special and deeply satisfying about it.
But I knew I could never do such a thing with Jo. Not as though he would want me to anyway.