Pig in Palm Springs - Part 13 - Gay Encounters, Urination
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This is part 13 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!
I lead my lunch guests to the kitchen, all of us still naked and dripping. I pull out a bunch of different containers from the fridge and spread them out on the counter. They ask me a few questions about the house and how I found it as they watch me dart around the kitchen.
The vibe is surprisingly comfortable, it feels as if we have been friends for a long time.
"Make yourselves at home, blender is over there I think," I say, handing Chad a couple of fresh limes.
They make margaritas as I prepare our plates. As serious and commanding as Brad was during our romp, he is incredibly goofy and playful as we fix our lunch. He was cracking jokes and sneaking sniffs or licks of me and Chad every time one of us came near him as we prepared our lunch. I love playing house and having new friends to entertain makes the whole thing more enjoyable than eating by myself.
Brad bites my ass so hard while I'm scooping out a premade salad into a large bowl that I yelp and spin around as leafy greens rain down on us. He just looks at me with a devilish smile and laughs wickedly.
"Sorry about that - he acts like a spoiled brat after he cums," Chad explains with a chuckle.
"Why don't you go set the table?" I suggest as I rub my ass and think of a way to keep him occupied.
"Ugh Fine Dad!" he replies sarcastically and takes the plates and glasses to the patio.
I give him a firm swat on his big muscle ass as he walks through the doorway with Chad and me close behind him with a giant pitcher of frozen margaritas and a couple of dishes full of food.
As soon as the food is arranged on the table and the drinks are poured, we practically fight to get our individual plates filled. We all dig in and sneak smiles at each other in comfortable smiles as we refuel from our intense double workout.
After we finish eating we sit back and Brad pours us another round of margaritas. I fish out a cigarette and light it as Chad stares at me.
"Did you want one?" I ask.
"Do you mind babe?" Chad asks politely to his husband.
"You were a good boy today... so fine," Brad replies, making Chad's face light up.
"I love your guy's dynamic," I admit to them, watching them interact.
"Yeah, we're lucky..." Brad smiles.
"What about you? A sexy pig like you must have a special someone," Chad asks as he lights his smoke.
"Nah, well there might be someone..." I say before I cut myself off.
There is no one, why did I say that? Because of Scott? There's no real indication that there is anything between us besides intense chemistry and playful flirtation, but he's gotten in my head. That, and now seeing the husbands seated across from me acting all cute together after our sweaty romp, I had hope that I might one day find a blend of raunch and romance.
"Anyway, I'm here for me, it's my slutcation..." I explain as they look at me with intrigue.
I go on to fill them in about my trip, why I decided to book it, how long I've been planning it, all that I've done so far, and the other fantasies I hope to act out over the next few days. They listen with excited eyes and wicked smiles while they sneak glances at each other and occasionally grope their growing dicks.
"That is awesome, truly. Good for you!" Chad expresses and Brad nods in agreement.
We're all hard again after I share and as much as I am up for another round, I'm enjoying their company and the casual conversation.
"Tell me about you guys," I suggest as I top our glasses with the delicious, deceptively strong, cocktails.
I learned they had met nine years ago on a blind date that a mutual friend had set them up on. They both admitted to love at first sight and had a great first six months together but Brad grew frustrated with their sex life because he had hidden his kinky side out of fear of rejection. He was still shy about it and didn't know how to open up about his desires. They broke up for a few months after their lack of communication grew incredibly tense.
It wasn't until Brad stumbled upon an anonymous profile on Recon of a man that admitted to joining the app because of his yearning to explore all the piggy things that Brad loved. After messaging back and forth they exchanged pictures and, as luck would have it, it turned out to be Chad on the other end.
They met that night and had a very long, intimate conversation over a bottle of whiskey that soon turned into a sweaty, wild night of exploratory sex. They've been inseparable ever since. Brad helped Chad explore and after a couple of months back together, Chad's inner, slutty pig had surfaced.
They only opened their relationship after two years together because they both felt it was a natural progression and they knew they were going to be lifelong partners. They admitted to really only playing together because of their obsession with each other which was apparent by the way they looked at one another and filled in the gaps as they told their story.
They married two years ago and moved to San Francisco from Los Angeles shortly after when Chad got a job offer he couldn't turn down and Brad had enough of his corporate lifestyle. They are here until Monday morning for an annual trip they do every year with some of their friends and are staying at one of their houses not too far from my rental.
When they finished filling me in on their history together they gave each other a very sweet kiss and loving smiles that made my heart melt and fill with envy.
"You guys are too fucking cute!" I smile with a warmed heart, "I want what that!"
"It is great!" Brad says sweetly smiling at his husband.
"It is!" Chad agrees and takes Brad's hand in his, giving it a sweet kiss.
"Now - enough with the mushy stuff, I need to take a dip!" Brad says as he stands up and takes a running dive into the pool.
Chad follows suit and I watch them splash and roughhouse with each other in between kisses. I walk over to join them as they swim to the ledge.
Before I jump in I take my semi-hard dick in my hand and release a fresh stream of piss toward them. They start making out with open mouths as I soak their faces and my dick starts to inflate from watching the two studs kiss as I finish off my small load. They continue to make out, lost in each other's mouths until I jump into a cannonball over them and then do a few laps underwater. When I swim to the surface they're both smiling at me.
"So we have an idea that we think you're going to love..." Brad says with an excited smile.
I give them a curious look which quickly turns into a big smile as they begin to explain.
"So we have to get going in a few but how would you feel about having a small party today?"
"I'm listening..."
"Well, our friends are pretty piggy as well, so just keep that in mind. We have dinner planned at the house with our host but we were going to have a few others over after we ate. Nothing big, just us, another couple, the friend we're staying with, and a friend or two of his.
How would you feel about having the pregame here and then we can all go out together? This place is a fucking palace compared to our friend's place and we think you'd get along with everyone," Brad smiles excitedly at me with his husband looking on with hope in his eyes.
"Interesting..." I reply taking in the information.
I actually love the idea. I feel a little hesitation because I was hoping to play out more fantasies tonight but the thought of making more sexually like-minded friends was also tempting.
"We'll bring booze and some snacks, and the guys are all hot and sleazy too. We could fill them in on your bukkake fantasy..." Brad continued suggestively.
Well, that made things more interesting.
"Or not, can be casual," Chad suggests, misinterpreting my lack of response as disinterest.
"I'm in. I'm not sure I want to host a full-on orgy or sex party tonight but I'd be down to take some loads on my face," I reply with a growing smile and flushed cheeks.
"Done and done! A casual bukake, piss-filled pregame, and then we can head to the bar and dance the night away as a group of sweaty, ripe pigs!" Brad says so excitedly you'd think he just found out he has won the lottery.
We hang out in the pool for a little longer before they have to leave. I lead them back to the gym so they can collect their belongings.
"We're keeping this!" Chad tells me as he holds up my jock to his nose and takes a deep inhale and lets out a satisfied moan.
"If I can keep yours!" I reply, excited to add their dirty underwear to my collection.
They get dressed and I slip my shorts back on. We exchange numbers and all take a few last licks and sniffs before a final kiss between me and Chad then me and Brad.
"So we'll see you around eight?" Brad confirms.
"Perfect."
I watch them walk to the front gate with a smile on my face when Chad turns around.
"You better not shower that delicious stink off!" he yells back.
"Only if you don't!"
"Never!" Brad laughs, answering for his husband.
I head back inside, excited. I stop in the gym and make a note to let Peter know the gym was put to great use. I pick up the jockstrap and thong they left behind and give them a whiff as I walk back to my bedroom. My dick is back to its consistent semi-state and I give it a squeeze before slipping my shorts off and heading to the kitchen.
I had about four hours before my new friends would be back but wanted more fun in the meantime, feeling absolutely insatiable.
I reason that if I find a submissive quickie I can have a little fun before getting ready for the party. If I'm going to be on the receiving end taking a bunch of guys' loads, I kinda wanted to get some of my aggression out.
I grab my phone and step back outside to pour the last of the melting margarita pitcher into my glass. When I swipe it open I see a text from Scott, causing a flutter in my stomach.
"You are so fucking gorgeous. I want to give you a workout."
I had almost forgotten that I had sent him a pic of me in nothing but a speedo before my new friends arrived. I want to respond, my hope for a romantic fling is stronger after hearing about Brad and Chad's relationship but decide to hold off, I have things to do.
Fate is in my favor because the first message I read from a blank profile is from a seemingly submissive man.
"Married, straight, suit and tie professional here. I'd love to come in and find you naked in the pool and then you hose me down in my suit with your piss as punishment for spying on me while."
It's quite the role play but I have some aggression to get out and I'm not here to be hung up on propriety.
"When can you be here?"
"Ten minutes? I'm desperate for you to degrade me."
I'm not much into humiliation or degradation but this seems like the perfect way to balance out my submissive side. I'm turned on and buzzed just the right amount to feel loose enough to get into character. I don't ask for a picture or more information about this desperate stranger because it really doesn't matter. I won't be doing anything with him directly and am turned on by the anonymity of it.
I send him the address and the side gate code and tell him "Hurry the fuck up faggot!"
I gulp down the rest of my drink followed by a bottle of water and then jump back in the pool with my sunglasses. I take a seat on one of the steps and lean against the ledge and play with my semi-hard cock floating at the surface. I get lost in thought as I stroke, thinking about the hottest threeway I've ever had only hours ago when I hear the side gate open and close in the distance. It's game time.
"Hello?" I call out.
"Hello?!"
I can see the shadow of the man just around the corner of the house. I'm starting to feel a little bit nervous at the fact that I just gave a total stranger access to the house again.
"Who's there?!" I yell as I step out of the pool.
My dick has softened but is still full, swinging and dripping water as I pad toward the side of the house.
"What the fuck! Who the fuck are you?" I yell as I turn the corner to see my scene partner.
I'm glad I am wearing my sunglasses because they're hiding my shock at how surprisingly good-looking this guy is for such a desperate sub.
He is younger than I would have expected, couldn't be older than thirty. He is a good three inches taller than me and looks to be pretty jacked under his ill-fitting black suit, dress shirt, and tie. He is clean-shaven with fair skin and big blue eyes. He looks like the typical all-American, boy next door, football player.
"Well? What the fuck are you doing here? Are you spying on me faggot?"
I can see the excitement in his eyes even though he is red with with embarrassment and feigning fear of being caught.
"Well? I'm talking to you, pervert!" I bark, surprising myself at how easy.
I stare at him expectantly as his eyes dart up and down my naked body. My cock has plumped up more and is swinging between us.
"I...I...."
"You... You... You were spying on me!"
"No, sorry I..." he stammers.
I can't tell if he is really committing to the bit or is actually taken aback by how aggressive my town is but I'm fully hard now and I can see his eyes glued to it.
"Like what you see faggot?"
"No... I'm married... lusting after a man is a sin," he whispers with a dry, cracking voice although he licks his lips after he speaks.
So he's a religious psycho. Great, now I really wanted to piss all over this fucker. My anger was growing, taking over to the point that I didn't have to play the part anymore.
"So then why are you staring at my big hairy prick?" I ask as I grip my shaft with one hand and slap it against the other.
"I... I... oh shit..." he stammers again and that's when I notice the front of his black suit pants rapidly growing darker.
"Gross, you fucking nasty prick. Pissing yourself in my yard, what would God say about that?!" I yell at him as the spot trails down his legs and drips onto his cheap, boxy shoes.
His face is sweaty and red with a look that could be pleasure or that he is on the verge of tears.
"Get on your knees faggot!" I bark and watch as he eagerly falls to the ground in front of me.
"Yeah, that's right you're just another closet case lusting over a real man like me," I growl.
I step forward and slap him across the face with my dick, making him moan. His left hand is in the front of his pants now, rapidly jerking his wet cock. I thought I had an idea of what I was getting into, but I was not expecting this.
I clench my teeth and let out the torrent of piss I had been holding back since this wack job got here. He leans his head down and rolls it around to soak up all of my fresh piss. I trail it down to make sure his entire suit is drenched then aim it directly in his squinched face. He had shoved his pants down and was jerking his dick as my stream splatters his face.
"Open up!" I bark at him and spit down on his face.
He hesitates but finally parts his lips and my piss fills his mouth to the point of overflowing.
"Come on you nasty fuck, swallow my piss like the dirty faggot you are."
He obeys and eagerly swallows mouthful after mouthful.
"Bet you want to suck my gay cock, don't you? Look at your tiny dick! You're loving this!" I taunt him and push my cock closer to his open mouth and he leans forward and wraps his lips around my head and swallows down what he can.
"That's it, lick my dick like the sad cocksucker you are. Look at how hard your pathetic excuse for a cock is," I'm really getting into degrading this religious nut as his tongue awkwardly licks my dribbling head.
Suddenly he pulls off and groans and I see his little pecker start shooting off onto his soaked crotch. There isn't much but from the way he is shaking I'm assuming it's a pretty intense nut.
"Fucking tiny peckered closet pig getting off on a real man's cock and piss..." I growl as I try to shove my cock back in his mouth.
His face is turned down and he is fumbling with his pants and starts to back away and stand up. His whole demeanor has changed and I can tell the guilt has sunk in after he got off in such a depraved way.
He starts to back away with a confused and tormented look on his face.
"Homosexuality is a sin..." he says softly before turning towards the gate.
At first, I thought he was telling himself that but his tone was pointed at me as was his look of disgust. I felt my rage boil up.
"Get the fuck out of here, you're a pathetic excuse for a human!" I yell after him.
"Find God!" he spits back over his shoulder.
"I have this whole thing on my security cameras!"
I know it's not true but this whole situation and his returned religious righteousness has me enraged. I stare at him as he exits the gate, dripping in piss, and run after him.
"Just wait until your wife finds out!"
If I wasn't naked and he wasn't so much bigger than me I might've even thrown a punch. I had no idea if this was all part of the role play but fuck if I was going to be insulted in my house.
I slam the gate closed and take a deep breath to calm myself down. Now that he's gone I feel my rage soften and look down to see my cock is still rigid. Instead of my usual inner torment from being raised Catholic in any situation like this, I feel powerful.
I'm surprised by how turned on I still am. I was really getting off on humiliating the apparently straight, religious man before it turned into a moral battle, and the frustration of him getting off and not me is pissing me off. This is a whole new side of me that had never come out so easily, there was always reservation anytime I tried to be truly dominant over a total sub, but I am relishing in it.
I need to release the intense aggression I am feeling and leave this whole situation behind me so I can focus on the fun ahead of me that doesn't involve all the head games.
My cock is so hard it is almost painful as I walk back towards the pool with it leading the way. I grab my phone, I need to bust a load and release this tension before my guests arrive.
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