Pig in Palm Springs - Part 10 - Gay Encounters, Urination
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This is part 10 of many of this story.
This series is based on true events (a culmination of multiple trips) and fictional fantasies. It will depict many different fetish themes over the subsequent chapters. If you are not interested in m/m kinky gay sex, this is not for you. If you are, get ready!
Outside again, the heat is already stronger than it was before I got my first creamy facial of the day.
It is only 8:05, my last conquest was quick and efficient and the drying cum in my hair and on my cock is a promising sign of how the day is going to go.
A thought comes to mind and I open my piggy profile on Sniffies and add the following.
Disclaimer, there is a good chance if your lips or tongue touch anywhere on my body, there may be someone else's or my own, cum, piss, or sweat.
Part courtesy part advertisement, it made my dick twitch when I hit post.
Sitting in the warm sunny backyard, I could really notice my ripeness and it was turning me on. I went on my phone to set up my next hookup and see what else I could schedule for the day. My day was wide open to fill with one raunchy dick appointment after another but I was starting to notice it filling up with all different possibilities.
My lazy cock was at full attention again reading the multitude of responses with all different hot scenarios. There was a lot I deleted or ignored from guys that wanted to play because I was hot but were not into anything but basic vanilla fucking fresh from the shower. After thirty minutes of sorting and responding, I had another like-minded guy headed over at 8:45 for a quick, wet interaction.
<.7 miles away> 42, Vers Runner, Love to get wet.
He had no pictures in his profile but sent a few of him. He was pretty average-looking. Tall and slim with a toned body, and a little hair on his chest and legs. A nice pink average cock with a trimmed bush and decent, toned ass. His request was simple and to the point.
He wanted me to hose him down in his running gear before he went for a run and fill his water bottle. This sounded like a hot Idea so I responded asking if he would do the same to me. He agreed and after sending him the address he messaged saying he was heading out shortly and will be running over.
I go inside, grab a couple of water bottles and chug them down as I slip out of my speedo and into my musky gym shorts from yesterday and my yellow jock. I grab socks and sneakers and put them to the side with a towel when I step back outside. I use my time to set up another situation around 9:30 when I go for my own jog.
A few minutes later, just after confirming my next adventure, I hear a knock at the side gate and go to greet my guest with a warm smile.
"Hey, so glad you messaged back when you did. I leave my phone at home when I run but happened to check just in time."
He looks just like his pictures and is obviously excited and eager, talking quickly and walking into the backyard. His body is already slick with sweat, his navy tank top and matching shorts showing dark patches of perspiration as he awkwardly dances around a bit. He must really have to go.
"Yeah man, glad it worked out," I respond standing across from him, watching him pinch at his bulge.
"Mind if I go first? I really gotta go!"
"Be my guest!" I respond smiling and get on my knees across from him on the patch of grass just off one of the patios in the open, exposed part of the yard as he steps closer.
He places his water bottle down next to him and barely gets his waistband lowered as his small, soft dick starts spraying.
"Sorry," he says sheepishly cutting off his spray and getting a better hold of his sweaty cock.
He aims and with a sigh of relief, I feel the steaming hot piss start spraying my fuzzy chest. It smells pretty strong and feels great, almost thick, as he directs the stream rapidly soaking my chest and abs, matting down my dark body hair. My shorts and jock absorb as much as they can hold of the overflow as it runs steadily down my body.
I lean forward bowing my head to get my hair wet. Once it's significantly soaked, I shake my face side to side letting it splash around me and back at him.
"Oh yeah!"
His stream was strong but short, not lasting much longer. I was getting so turned on I was tempted to open my mouth and taste some but he runs dry before I get the chance. I rub my hands all over my wet fur, spreading it around and making sure I get my ripe pits even wetter.
"Yeah buddy," I moan in pleasure to encourage him as I grip my rigid dick through my saturated, piss-soaked shorts and jock.
I can see his cock growing quickly after his stream stops.
"My turn!" he smiles at me as he eagerly sits down, legs spread.
He grabs his water bottle, unscrews the cap, and holds it up to me.
I shake off as I stand dripping in piss and wipe my eyes. I step over to him, my bare feet in line with his spread-sneakered feet. I grab the clear plastic bottle filled with ice, pull my cock out and pinch the head, hoping it softens a little so I can release my full bladder.
"Sorry, give me a second."
"No worries man," he says while sitting there gently stroking his cock sticking out from his shorts, his eyes glued to my hands.
I can smell his piss already starting to dry in the heat around us while I'm waiting for my flow. Finally, my cock finally starts to trickle.
"Oh fuck yeah," he leans forward watching my hot urine start to fill up the bottle around the rapidly melting ice cubes.
It tops up quickly and I hold it to the side while clenching my taint to pause my stream.
I aim my dribbling head at him, fully hard again, and clench my ass again to force out another spurt hitting him right in his smiling face. Then again on his chest. I'm so hard and it's difficult to aim but after the fourth or fifth spurt, I feel my steady flow pouring from my piss slit once again.
"Oh yeah buddy, drench me in your hot piss."
He's moving his body all around to catch it all, leaning forward with an open mouth and gulping down a mouthful in between.
"Get my sneakers too!" he begs and I aim down, flooding his white sneakers and socks with my piss watching them turn to a pale yellow.
"Fuck yeah. So much piss, keep going! I want it all."
He is drenched, head to toe after a solid minute of me flooding him with my stream.
His shirt, shorts, socks, and shoes are saturated. His skin is slick and shining in the sun as his hard dick stands at full attention. He was a grower, not a shower and it was impressive the difference inside from when he first pulled his dick out. It looked so good dripping in my piss that I didn't even realize I licked my lips looking down at him.
I give a big sigh of relief when I feel the full relief of pressure gone from my bladder when my jet softens to a trickle. Finally, I ran dry.
I start stroking my wet cock as he stands up thinking maybe we can bust a load on each other's shorts too before we take off our separate ways. I stop stroking my slimy cock. The guy's piss mixing with my earlier conquests' cum coated on my shaft as I stroke.
I, unfortunately, watch him pull the waistband of his dripping shorts up against his shaft, trapping his wet hard dick straight up against his stomach. He pulls his drenched shirt over the waistband and his exposed head and grabs his water bottle from my hand. He takes a big gulp and smiles before twisting the lid back on.
"Thanks! Gotta get a move on now but I'll message you later! This was so hot!" he says with a big smile and starts walking towards the side entrance. I can hear his feet squishing in his wet shoes as he leaves, leaving a trail of dripping piss and wet footsteps behind him.
I didn't realize but I was still stroking myself, alone in the middle of the backyard, lost in thought. I stop myself, reluctantly pulling my hand away and lifting my waistband up, putting my favorite toy away for the moment. It's going to be a while before I soften up because the feeling of my dick tucked into the wet jockstrap was a total turn-on.
I walk over to my pile of things and grab the towel, lightly blotting my body. I love to be dripping in piss and covered in it, but running with it dripping this much seemed like it would be uncomfortable. I slip on my sneakers without socks and open my phone to double-check the details of my next encounter.
I study the directions on the map as I finish a bottle of water, put in my EarPods, and start an upbeat playlist. I slip my phone into my wet pocket, grateful I got the waterproof case for my trip, before setting off at a moderate pace.
Patting myself dry just before leaving proved to be pointless, I'd been jogging for less than three minutes and I already feel a fresh layer of sweat building in the desert heat. I can smell the fresh stench of piss and BO radiating from my heated body as I continue on, keeping my cock semi-hard as I run to my next "appointment."
Another blank profile messaged me and luckily the message was intriguing enough for me to reply instead of scrolling past since there was no picture sent.
25, discreet Latino, at work with a big load to paint your face with.
It's nothing incredibly noteworthy but something about the way he said "paint your face" got me excited.
Turns out he has a boyfriend but was extra horny this morning and jerking off in my face without me touching him was the perfect loophole for him to get off before work started. He sent a couple of pics of his tan smooth torso, trim but soft, and a few of his cock. He had a great thick uncut dick I was excited to see blast off up close.
He told me the time and address to be at and where to go to meet him in the back of his work and I agreed excitedly at the somewhat risky rendezvous.
I arrive with two minutes to spare. Dripping in sweat and piss I run past a small boutique and turn into the tiny alley next to it. I work on catching my breath and stretch a bit in the hidden corner at the back of a retail store. I can feel the combination of perspiration and urine running down my back and my legs.
A few minutes later I see him walking towards me. He's sexy, younger than I go for but definitely nice to look at. He is wearing a button-down and chino shorts that are bulging in the front with a distinct wet spot.
I squat as he gets closer, the pavement too hot to kneel on. He's smiling wickedly but I can see caution in his eyes. When he is right in front of me he looks over his shoulder making sure it's safe and whips out his hard member.
It's darker than the rest of his skin with a nice hanging foreskin pulled back to reveal the tip of the head and piss slit glistening in fresh precum. It isn't very long but it's fat and looks rigid, sticking straight out from his dark bush. I wanted to taste it bad but knew that was not what I was here for. I didn't want to spook the kid and not get my reward.
"Great cock," I whisper and smile up at him.
He smiles even though he looks increasingly nervous. He is quickly beating his meat about four inches from my face, rapidly pumping it in his fist.
I inhaled through my nose trying to see what his crotch smelled like and if his balls were nice and sweaty but my own stench was too strong as it radiated from my hot wet body.
"Fuck, you ready? Been edging all morning," he asks in a loud breathy whisper.
"Yeah, buddy!" I reply with excitement.
I feel a hot wet splash on my chin as he grunts and humps forward. The head of his dick is exposed as he holds back his skin. I feel the second splash on my chin again, splattering a little on my lip. Two more liquidy hot blasts hit the moist nest of fur across my chest.
He pinches his piss slit and licks the last drop of cum from his own finger before quickly shoving his cock away.
"Thanks, man!" I say, slowly standing up, snaking my tongue out to clean off my lip.
He smiles nervously and looks around again.
"Can you wait a couple of minutes after I go back inside to leave?"
I just smile and nod, post cum clarity making him visibly nervous.
While I wait, I run a finger across my chin and inspect the opaque gooey liquid just deposited. It's thin and a little watery but there was a decent amount dripping from my chin and chest. I lick my finger clean and head back towards the road to jog back to my temporary home. My dick was rigid again in my wet crotch as I took off running, wondering if anyone I'd pass on the way would see the load on my face or get a whiff of my stench.
I was tempted to look for another place to stop on my way but it is too hot and I am way too turned on, I needed to get back ASAP. I would arrange for my next opportunity for some piggy fun that wasn't another rushed encounter.
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