Pig in Palm Springs - Part 11 - Gay Encounters, Urination
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This is part 11 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!
By the time I enter the back gate, my body dripping with a mixture of cum, piss, and sweat from three different men and myself, I am ready to collapse from the hour-long run.
I kick off my sneakers, throw my phone and headphones on a table and strip completely, desperate to get the soaking wet, clingy fabric off my body. I grab a bottle of water from the outdoor fridge and start chugging, still tasting the cum on my lips as I gulp down the cold water.
I finally catch my breath, standing in the shade. I was planning to do a quick workout in the personal home gym inside but it would have to wait. I was way too overheated at the moment.
I rub my hands over my wet chest fur, mixing whatever cum hadn't sweated off me. The sun is already so strong and as much as I want to bake everything onto me, I need to cool down and the pool looks way too tempting. `Fuck it' I say to no one and take off running, my soft cock and full balls bouncing, and leap into the pool.
I feel immediately refreshed as the cool water surrounds my warm body, neutralizing the heat radiating off of me. I come up for air and wipe my face, feeling like a new man ready for more trouble.
After a bit of splashing around I dry off and head inside. Planning to be in the sun for a bit and not wanting my cock to burn, I pull on a bright blue Speedo and a double-ring cock ring. The kind that goes around the base of your cock and scrotum with another ring to separate the two, giving a pleasurable soft pull when I move and an incredibly impressive bulge on full display in the stretchy fabric.
I grab my sunglasses and by 11 I'm laying out, working on my tan, taking a quick breather to rest up and build my energy for whatever I get into next.
Relaxing in the heat, feeling fresh beads of sweat forming on my tanning skin, I think I hear the doorbell ring, making me sit upright. I wait a few seconds, unsure if I was imagining it or if the sound was just part of the music playing on the outdoor sound system. I hear it again.
I'm confused and certainly not expecting anyone, I walk quickly through the house to the access pad by the front door. From the security camera, I see a man in a bright neon vest, hard hat, and sunglasses.
"Hello?" I ask through the intercom.
"Hi, I have some information about the work we're doing in the neighborhood to leave with the homeowner."
I can't really make out what the guy looks like but I can see an official-looking logo on his vest, and a clipboard and I can kind of see a truck parked on the street behind him with the same logo. It all looks legit and I can certainly pass along any information.
"Oh sure," I reply before buzzing him in.
I realize I'm practically naked, think to grab something to cover up with but decide, fuck it. I don't live here so let this guy think what he wants. I was feeling bold, an effect of my slutcation.
I open the door and watch him walk towards me. He's a big, bearded guy, with the build of a linebacker. He is about six feet tall, big chest and arms showing from the damp t-shirt under his vest and a tuft of hair peaking from the loose collar. He had a dark tan and his swarthy features were definitely appealing.
He looks to be of middle eastern descent I surmise, taking the view of him in. He has a bit of a belly stretching his shirt above the waist of his jeans. Jeans that are filled out by a decent bulge between two thick, sturdy-looking legs. I feel slightly embarrassed as he notices my state of undress while I stand at the entrance.
"Hi there," he says with a smile as he gets to the door.
"Hi. How can I help you? I'm not the owner, just here for the weekend," I explain.
I wanted to make sure I didn't cause any confusion for Peter and would make sure to relay any pertinent information to my host. I can get a light whiff of the burly man's salty skin as he stands there looking at me.
"Oh yeah, I figured," he said with a smirk.
I don't quite understand what he's getting at and start to feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, confused as to what this public service worker was actually here for.
"I was up on the telephone poll over there this morning," he says, pointing towards the side of the house.
It's impossible to read his expression through the reflective lenses of his aviators.
"Ok..." I say cautiously, still without a clue as to what he's getting at.
"Which means I saw you getting hosed down in the backyard this morning before you took off on your run," he says matter-of-factly.
I don't know how to respond. I feel violated, exposed, embarrassed, nervous. These types of situations never seemed to end well for me or anyone like me.
"That really isn't any of your business," I say defensively.
"Don't worry dude..." he interjects as my body tenses, "I was just wondering if you wanted some more?"
His big hairy hand reaches down to give his full crotch a squeeze as he looks at me expectantly.
I look at him with a furrowed brow and a tense face until I start to understand what his words meant.
"Oh" I reply, totally caught off guard.
He stands there waiting, looking around, and I can see he is starting to rethink his bold approach as the wheels are turning in my head, trying to make sense of it all.
"I mean... yeah!"
My reply comes from my inner pig who had no patience for my rational mind to fully weigh out the pros and cons of this unexpected offer.
His reply is a big, wicked smile.
"Go around to the back," I say with a nod towards the direction he should walk towards, not wanting to let him into the house.
As I close the door, he puts his foot in the way and my head snaps back up at him.
"Have a couple of buddies that need to piss too," he says and steps to the side revealing two other men, also in neon vests and hard hats standing at the open gate behind him.
"Bring 'em," I tell him, my inner pig in total control and throwing caution to the wind.
He turns and waves them forward.
"I'll meet you back there."
Stepping back into the house and closing the door, I pause. I see him walk down the steps and meet his "buddies." I linger for a moment to take a peek at the other guys through the glass.
Where this guy was a solid piece of beef, definitely in his late forties, the other two were much younger.
One of them is probably about my age, short but built like a brick house. He was fare skinned and could see red sideburns and stubble on his pale, freckled face. He wore cargo shorts and a long-sleeved shirt that was drenched in sweat and clinging to the defined, rippling muscles underneath. The wet shirt looked like a second skin on his puffy chest, bulging shoulders, and swollen biceps, down his rigid abs and tight waist.
The third guy looks to be in his 20s. Tall and skinny with light chocolate skin. He is wearing a baggy t-shirt and loose jeans with holes at the worn knees. He is lanky and tentative as he listens to the older man inform them about my willingness.
I pull myself away and hurry through the house, walking through my designated playroom on the way to grab a bottle of poppers. I take a quick hit on both nostrils from the convenient flip-top cap I had gotten specifically for this weekend before tucking the brown glass into my Speedo. I needed a little something to calm my nerves and reactivate my pigginess.
I open the door and head to the lounge chair that was already used for wet fun last night as the three men make their way around the house to the backyard. As much as I would've loved to be on my knees with them standing over me, I knew the hot stone would burn my skin from prolonged kneeling.
They come closer and stand in front of me. From their varying postures and stances, I can tell the oldest guy is excited and into it, the shorty is a cocky bro type who is forcing confidence and the youngest is unsure and nervous, awkwardly pulling at the hem of his loose shirt.
I take my position on the lounge as the two older guys start to unbutton and unzip their jeans, the lanky kid soon following their lead. If it weren't for the differences in their skin tones and pubic hair, you would think that someone had mixed and matched their cocks on their bodies.
The beefy stud had a nice, cut, average dick hanging from a dense bush of dark hair that covered his nice-sized balls. The ripped shorty has a long, thin dick with tight foreskin covering the pink head and smooth balls pulled up tight. He had pulled up his shirt exposing his smooth, perfect, milky white six-pack abs that his cock was arching up towards from closely shaven ginger pubes. The skinny guy has the most impressive piece. It is by far the thickest and heaviest dick, in between the two other guys' lengths with short curly pubes and low-hanging nuts.
I couldn't help but lick my lips while my cock, rock hard and straining my speedo, pulsed in anticipation.
The hairy man, definitely the boss of the trio, approached first. Positioning himself directly in front of me as the other two stepped up at either side.
"Ready?" one of them asks, my eyes were glued to their crotches so I had no idea who.
"Yup," I say softly, my mouth is dry but my dick is dripping.
I feel the first splash of hot piss on my feet, trailing up my hairy leg as it picks up intensity. Then another stream splatters directly, with force, onto my abs. I lay back, put my arms behind my head, and watch as the third and final stream joins in.
All three men are soaking me from head to toe, their streams all focusing on different areas as they hose me. There's a stream in my face, splashing all around it and in my hair, another whipping side to side across my chest, splashing my exposed, ripe pits. One targeting my straining bulge. Piss is splattering everywhere and I couldn't be happier.
"Stoke it," The boss suggests and I reach into the soaked spandex to pull out my rigid meat.
"This guy fucking loves piss. You were right! He's a total pig!" the ginger says.
I wish I could say his comment made me feel embarrassed but it didn't. I just opened my mouth and let one of the stranger's streams fill it to prove their point.
"Holy fuck, that's hot," one of them said.
The piss was strong and bitter, I didn't swallow it just pushed it from my mouth letting it splash down my slippery body. I was pumping my fist around my slippery dick, the hot piss is thicker than water, and lets my hand glide up and down with ease.
The boss finishes first and stepped closer to my face, his cock had grown hard and he was stroking his nicely average member. I lean forward and take him into my mouth.
"Oh fuck," all three of them say in surprise, not aware they might get a blow job too.
I slurped and sucked on the hairy man's salty cock and could smell the sweat from his crotch that had built up while working in the hot morning sun. It's easy to get most of him into my mouth and soon my nose is buried in his thick bush and my forehead presses into his soft belly. I peek to the side when I feel another of the fountains of piss trickle off. The last stream continues with force as it splashes up and down my torso and crotch.
I can only hold my wet dick at this point. I am too turned on and not ready to cum yet, loving the feeling of keeping myself on the brink.
I pull off for a second and grab the poppers and take two deep hits as the three men watch with cocks in hand, the older two stroking, the youngest watching in awe as he is still soaking me with his thick hose. I place the bottle down taking a quick assessment as the fumes kick in and lean forward taking the hairy middle eastern cock back into my mouth, eagerly sucking it, and reaching behind him to guide his ass forward so he hits deeper in my throat. My hand is greeted with a delightful surprise. His pants had dropped and I was palming his beefy ass bare, feeling his thick muscles coated in thick, dense fur matted down in sweat
I pull off his dick, about to ask him if he'd turn around in my horny eager high of poppers. I love eating hairy, sweaty ass and I wanted my face in his.
"My turn," the short guy says and moves in front of me before I can make my request.
He takes my wet hair in one hand as he points his long, curved, uncut cock down toward my mouth. I dutifully suck him into my mouth and feel him start humping like a jackrabbit. I can't help but roll my eyes at this guy.
"Yeah suck my straight dick, faggot."
His cock is too hard and its angle is unforgiving to work its way into my throat. I just suck hard as he jabs the top half of himself in and out with the firm tip jabbing the roof of my mouth. I don't like being called a faggot usually but this whole scene is too hot to care.
"Dude, this guy is an expert cocksucker, bet he loves cum as much as he does piss."
I open my eyes and look up to see the other two men stroking fast. Excited for the bonus addition of their loads on me as well. I pick up speed and use my hand to rub the gingers tightened smooth, sweaty sack, and the other strokes the base of his rigid shaft.
I feel like I'm in a full-on porn right now, so turned on as I suck this blue-collar, straight dick, drenched in piss while the other two sweaty, straight workers stroke in their city government-issued vests and hard hats. If I even touch myself lightly, I'd blow from the excitement alone.
"Oh shit!" I hear someone say in surprise and feel a hot burst of cum hit my cheek.
I look to the side from where it came, wanting to catch the rest in my mouth. Unable to move with the shorty's hands holding my head in place, continuing his thrusts, I moan as another blast hits my neck.
I feel another splatter and another, hitting my body from the thick dark meat on the tallest man. He looks surprised and intrigued as he coats me in his fresh sperm.
"Shit, I'm gonna cum." I hear from above me as I feel the grip on my hair gets tighter.
I brace myself and get ready to swallow some hot ginger seed.
"Yeah swallow that straight load you cocksucking whore."
Even though the words sounded forced it was still hot, adding to the porn-like scenario.
His first volley hits the roof of my mouth forcefully. Another one shoots, softer this time. I feel his cock flexing in my mouth but don't notice any more jiz coating my mouth. He pulls out and smears his head on my lips just as the boss man pushes him out of the way. I open my mouth again after quickly swallowing and am rewarded with more blasts of fresh hot spunk. It covers my face and open mouth. I can smell it in my mustache as it just keeps blasting from his pulsing head. I have to clench my eyes shut, not wanting it to get any of his cream in them. His is the biggest load I've felt on my trip yet, by far.
After the last small spurt hits my chest, I wipe the thick goo from my eyelids so I can open them and look up. The hairy stud is drenched in so much sweat it's dripping off his body onto me. He looks so hot with his shirt pulled up over his big furry belly. I can see the mess they've made of me in the reflection of his sunglasses as he slowly backs away.
The youngest stranger was gone and the muscle guy was walking away. The most recent shooter bends down to pick up the boxers and jeans by his ankles and I get a quick glance at his thick, furry ass as he wiggles it into his pants.
"That was great. My team needed a good release to get through the rest of the day," he says with a satisfied smile.
"Thank you, man, it was hot," I say with a smile on my dripping mess of a face.
I watch him walk towards where his workers had just left when he pauses and looks back over his shoulder.
"We'll be back to finish our work on Monday with a bigger crew," The beefy stud says before disappearing around the house leaving me in a big puddle of all their dick juice.
Still way too turned on to touch my painfully hard cock I'm glad the cockring I chose to wear is helping to hold back my load. I wipe my face and rub the cooling slime into my soaked fur. I can smell the fresh cum and piss coating my mustache as I lay back on the saturated cushion. Relishing in the hot, unexpected encounter with the three straight strangers while gaining my composure. I need a few minutes to calm down but am already eager for my next encounter.
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I pull off his dick, about to ask him if he'd turn around in my horny eager high of poppers. I love eating hairy, sweaty ass and I wanted my face in his.
"My turn," the short guy says and moves in front of me before I can make my request.
He takes my wet hair in one hand as he points his long, curved, uncut cock down toward my mouth. I dutifully suck him into my mouth and feel him start humping like a jackrabbit. I can't help but roll my eyes at this guy.
"Yeah suck my straight dick, faggot."
His cock is too hard and its angle is unforgiving to work its way into my throat. I just suck hard as he jabs the top half of himself in and out with the firm tip jabbing the roof of my mouth. I don't like being called a faggot usually but this whole scene is too hot to care.
"Dude, this guy is an expert cocksucker, bet he loves cum as much as he does piss."
I open my eyes and look up to see the other two men stroking fast. Excited for the bonus addition of their loads on me as well. I pick up speed and use my hand to rub the gingers tightened smooth, sweaty sack, and the other strokes the base of his rigid shaft.
I feel like I'm in a full-on porn right now, so turned on as I suck this blue-collar, straight dick, drenched in piss while the other two sweaty, straight workers stroke in their city government-issued vests and hard hats. If I even touch myself lightly, I'd blow from the excitement alone.
"Oh shit!" I hear someone say in surprise and feel a hot burst of cum hit my cheek.
I look to the side from where it came, wanting to catch the rest in my mouth. Unable to move with the shorty's hands holding my head in place, continuing his thrusts, I moan as another blast hits my neck.
I feel another splatter and another, hitting my body from the thick dark meat on the tallest man. He looks surprised and intrigued as he coats me in his fresh sperm.
"Shit, I'm gonna cum." I hear from above me as I feel the grip on my hair gets tighter.
I brace myself and get ready to swallow some hot ginger seed.
"Yeah swallow that straight load you cocksucking whore."
Even though the words sounded forced it was still hot, adding to the porn-like scenario.
His first volley hits the roof of my mouth forcefully. Another one shoots, softer this time. I feel his cock flexing in my mouth but don't notice any more jiz coating my mouth. He pulls out and smears his head on my lips just as the boss man pushes him out of the way. I open my mouth again after quickly swallowing and am rewarded with more blasts of fresh hot spunk. It covers my face and open mouth. I can smell it in my mustache as it just keeps blasting from his pulsing head. I have to clench my eyes shut, not wanting it to get any of his cream in them. His is the biggest load I've felt on my trip yet, by far.
After the last small spurt hits my chest, I wipe the thick goo from my eyelids so I can open them and look up. The hairy stud is drenched in so much sweat it's dripping off his body onto me. He looks so hot with his shirt pulled up over his big furry belly. I can see the mess they've made of me in the reflection of his sunglasses as he slowly backs away.
The youngest stranger was gone and the muscle guy was walking away. The most recent shooter bends down to pick up the boxers and jeans by his ankles and I get a quick glance at his thick, furry ass as he wiggles it into his pants.
"That was great. My team needed a good release to get through the rest of the day," he says with a satisfied smile.
"Thank you, man, it was hot," I say with a smile on my dripping mess of a face.
I watch him walk towards where his workers had just left when he pauses and looks back over his shoulder.
"We'll be back to finish our work on Monday with a bigger crew," The beefy stud says before disappearing around the house leaving me in a big puddle of all their dick juice.
Still way too turned on to touch my painfully hard cock I'm glad the cockring I chose to wear is helping to hold back my load. I wipe my face and rub the cooling slime into my soaked fur. I can smell the fresh cum and piss coating my mustache as I lay back on the saturated cushion. Relishing in the hot, unexpected encounter with the three straight strangers while gaining my composure. I need a few minutes to calm down but am already eager for my next encounter.