Pig in Palm Springs - Part 14 - Gay Encounters, Urination
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This is part 14 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'm in heat, insatiable, hungry, and feeling kind of frazzled. I'm too horny to think through the mixed feelings stirred up from the unexpected last encounter. With my phone in one hand and my raging, dripping boner in the other, I swipe open my lock screen to find the recipient of my next load. My aggressive, desperate need to cum is put on pause when I see a notification letting me know I missed a text from Scott; Scott PS: What are you up to? Me: Just hanging by the pool, having some friends over later before going out. I sent the reply before I could even think it through. Cursing myself I swipe open the Sniffies app to focus on my animalistic needs. Scott PS: Wish I was there with you. I'm getting ready for a dumb rehearsal dinner. His text comes before the app could even load and soon the moving dots at the bottom of the screen were replaced by a picture of the sexy, furry Brit. It shows him in a pair of bright blue pants and a crisp white button-down. The shirt is open as are the buttons of his fly and he looks fucking gorgeous. His muscular torso is much more defined than I would've thought and so much furrier, covered in dense, dark hair. Iit appears that he is going commando from the full bush peaking out below his exposed, trim waist. The picture is tantalizing and sexy in a subtle way, only revealing a stripe of the body I wanted to crawl on top of. Fuck, he is a fucking stud both my mind and cock admit while staring at the photo. Me: So don't go and come here instead... 'Damnit, I should've thought of something better to say' I think to myself as I watch the texting dots on his side appear and then disappear. Oh well, I have a hard dick that needs to be drained and then potential new friends coming over to fulfill one of my long-time fantasies. I do not have time for games at the moment. I go back to Sniffies and see a message from the hot twink I fucked yesterday. I want you to fuck me in your sling. Perfect, I can dump my load in him and then get ready for my guests. When can you get here? I stand there staring at my phone willing a speedy reply but after a minute I get another text from Scott. Scott PS: I wish I could... I really hope to see you soon. I stare at the text, I can't help but smile. I hold off on responding and check Sniffies again. No message from the twink. I send him another message; Well? It's just after 5 pm as I look around the backyard. I still hadn't cleaned up the dishes from lunch and there were a couple of random towels, empty water bottles, and glasses strewn about. I collect everything in a few trips and fix the furniture like it was when I came in, noting the strong stink coming from the lounge chair that had so much piss soaked through and baked into it over the past twenty-four hours. I focused on cleaning up for about fifteen minutes before checking my phone and seeing if the twink finally responded. Sorry, I can be there in fifteen minutes, just got fucked in the bathroom at the pool party I was at but I didn't cum and I want more. That cool? What's he look like? My question came automatically out of frustration, desperation and a desire to suck the cum from the twink's hole. His response was a picture of another sexy, smooth, muscle twink who I would swallow a load from directly so I just tell him to hurry up in reply. Feeling the slightest bit calmer I go into the kitchen and fix myself a double pour of tequila on the rocks, grab my smokes, and sit in the sun, still fully naked and reeking of raunchy masculinity. Just as I take the last drag of my cig and toss back the last of the tequila in my glass the doorbell rings. When I open the door the twink's eyes go wide when he sees me naked, hard, and dripping in anticipation of his arrival. "Oh Fuck!" he exclaims. I grab him by the neck of his tank top and shove my tongue in my mouth. My hands move to his fat ass and grab it, pulling him into me as the heavy door shuts behind us. "I don't have a lot of time," he pants, breaking free from my lips. "Good, me neither," I reply as I pull his shirt off and toss it on the floor. I lean down and kiss him again and return my hands to his juicy, loaded ass. I flex my arms and pull him up as his legs wrap around my waist. Our kiss continues as I awkwardly carry him into my makeshift sex club and toss him into the sling. "I've never been in one of these before," he admits as he adjusts in the leather seat. He has an excited smile on his cute face as I rip his shorts and speedo off letting his cock spring free. I don't bother with his sneakers as I put his feet into the stirrups and crouch down so I'm face-to-face with his glistening, cum-filled hole. Licking a stranger's jizz out of a man's hole has always been something I thought was hot but hesitant to do. All apprehension is gone at this moment and my tongue dives into his puffy, seed-coated, swollen lips. "Fuck," we both groan in unison. I attack his ass as he pushes his hole. It's so fucking raunchy but I can't get enough. He's writhing above me, enjoying the lashing of my tongue on his tight, twink pussy. I'm stroking my solid prick, rubbing in the copious amounts of precum steadily leaking from my piss slit. I need to get inside him. I stand and line my head up with his sloppy hole. "You gotta piss?" I ask as I push inside him. "Uh huh!" he gasps and nods as I force in deeper. "Oh my god!" he yelps as my cock opens him up. "Fuck you're so wet," I growl savoring the feeling of my shaft sliding into his cummy hole. "Fuck me, Daddy!" I pick up my pace, desperate for release, and watch his face contort in pleasure as I slam into him. I'm fucking him relentlessly and he's practically screaming when the first spurt of piss erupts from his cock. He aims his head up, away from his smooth abs and it flies through the air, splattering both of us as I continue to pound him. "Oh fuck yeah!" I growl. "Oh fuck the piss out of me Daddy!" he pleads as he jerks his pissing cock. "Yeah boy, you like being a piggy little cum dump? Fucking slut!" "Oh yeah, fill me up!" We're both soaked in sweat and piss as my cock pumps in and out of his frothy, cumfilled hole. The room reeks of testosterone and I couldn't be more turned on. "You want Daddy to breed you, faggot?" If I wasn't so in the moment I think I would've surprised myself with how aggressive and filthy my words are but they're adding to the seedy, raunchy fuck and the kid is totally into it. "Fuck yeah, make me pregnant!" he whines as he fists his shaft. I can see his nuts pulling up and know he's getting close. "Oh fuck boy, get ready!" I groan before letting out an animalistic growl. My body is convulsing as I unleash a torrent of fresh, hot seed deep inside my twink fuck boy. I have to hold onto the chains of the sling for support as this built-up orgasm shoots out of my cock. I can feel his velvety cunt milking my spasming rod and see his load splattering his tight, chiseled chest as he screams and yelps to completion. It's only about eleven minutes since Benny the Twink arrived but we are both spent, panting and I've collapsed on top of his sticky, wet body. I take a deep breath and let out a deep satisfied sigh as I stand up and look down at the smiling messy boy. "I needed that!" I quip and give his spread ass a swat. "That was so fucking hot!" he agrees as he unhooks his legs from the stirrups and awkwardly tries to stand up. I bend over and pick up his shorts as he walks over to the giant master bathroom. "Mind if I take a quick shower?" "Sure," I say tossing his clothes at him. I hear the shower turn on as I head to the kitchen and grab us both a White Claw from the fridge and pick up his tanktop on the way back. Benny looks incredibly sexy under the cascading water spraying from the rainfall shower head. Feeling a bit grody myself I decide to join him for a rinse. I enter behind him and wrap my arms around his tight waist and bite his neck. He leans into me and turns his head and we make out softly for a minute. As he pumps a handful of body wash from behind me into his hand I pull away. "None for me thanks," I say with a wink and step out of the shower. A rinse was plenty to reinvigorate me but if my earlier threeway was any indication of my night to come, I wanted to stay ripe for my new friends. "You really are a pig!" he laughs as I watch him soap up his smooth, toned body. "I am what I am," I shrug as I take a swig of my drink. "It's hotter than I thought it would be. I can't believe the things I've been doing this weekend. I never really even hook up at home," Benny admits as he rinses the soap off him, "Like, I didn't wash my ass cause I want to keep both loads in me when I go to dinner with my friends tonight. Is that weird?" "I think it's fucking sexy," I say with a smile watching him turn off the water and step out, "If you didn't have dinner I'd say you could stay, I'm having a few friends over who I think you'd have fun with." "Wish I could! Fuck, maybe after?" "Maybe." He takes big gulps of his drink as he gets dressed and makes sure he has everything in his pockets. He's definitely a cutie and was the perfect place to deposit all my pent-up aggression. Benny took my rough pounding like a champ. I walk him to the door and give him a quick kiss goodbye, admiring his perky round ass as he leaves. Walking, still naked, into the kitchen I grab a new White Claw and find my phone to check the time. I have about an hour before Brad, Chad and their friends arrive. I lean against the counter and take a deep breath, this slutcation has been everything I hoped for and more. My mind drifts back to Scott. Oh, shit! I never responded. I swipe open my messages and stare at his last message with a big smile; I wish I could... I really hope to see you soon. "Fuck it!" I whisper out loud. Me: I would really like that too. Before I can regret my sappy admission I see a response of emojis; a pair of gratitude hands, a big smile, a kissy face, and a heart. I feel butterflies in my stomach. Maybe there is something with this British hunk. I mean the chemistry was undeniable last night. And the fact that he seemed to be quite into how ripe I smelled and had made no effort to hide the fact that he wasn't my first encounter of the day. The only question was whether or not he is into piss as well. "That will have to wait," I sigh to no one and place my phone down. It's time to get ready for another one of my fantasies to play out!
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