Pig in Palm Springs - Part 7 - Gay Encounters, Urination
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This is part 7 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 walk back to the yard and grab my phone to check the time, absentmindedly rubbing the cum and piss into my fur.
The Sun is just barely starting to set. I love how long the days are and how late the sun sets in the desert summer.
I head into the kitchen and pull out one of the prepared meals, another white claw, and bring them outside to eat. Ravenous, I chow down on a delicious salad and grilled chicken, watching the sky slowly fill with vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows.
When I finish eating, the pool looks too refreshing to resist and I take a dive. Although I wanted to be caked in cum, piss, and sweat, it is still only my first night and I wanted to go for at least one drink tonight in public. Being out in public like that is a total turn on but I still had reservations due to my upbringing and its strong focus on propriety.
Feeling recharged and relaxed, I climbed out of the pool to check my options. I walk over to the lounge chair, light up a cig and swipe open my phone.
My profiles on the apps are definitely drawing attention but Sniffies messages are almost out of control. I scroll through my options, excited for all the possibilities over the following days and nights in the desert when a new message catches my eye.
Into a very specific role play. I find you laying ass up "sleeping" I eat your hole while I stroke before shooting my load on your back. No penetration. You can moan, and hump but no stroking or talking. You stay there sleeping till you hear me leave.
Well shit, sounds perfect to me. And I could use a lie down I think to myself as I open his mostly empty profile.
<1600 ft> 51, fit, discreet, married, straight
There's a blurry picture of a well-built, smooth chest and soft belly.
Sounds fun, when? I replied.
I can be there in fifteen.
I am about to ask him for pictures but decide against it, knowing what his reply will be. I've always thought the totally anonymous situation was hot but it always made me nervous to do at home, afraid of who might show up and what they might do. I'm perfectly tipsy enough not to care and I literally don't have to do anything but lay there.
Ok, just one thing - will you shoot on my ass instead of my back?
Fuck yeah. Address?
I send it with a courtesy message letting him know my crack will be musky and might taste a bit like piss and cum.
On my way now!
Well shit, guess he likes that. I give him the side gate code with instructions on where to find my "sleeping" body. A few minutes later, I'm sitting on the same lounge chair that's soaked in me, and the twink's piss when I hear the faint beeps of the side gate. I quickly lay across the lounge, put my phone on the ground, and shove a rolled-up towel under my hips allowing him to have easier access to my fur-lined trench.
I hear footsteps approaching and can't resist the urge to sneak a peak from under the bicep hiding my face. I'm definitely ok with what I can make out in the dusk, he is decent looking, in good shape, and has a full head of silver hair. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as he steps closer, giving my ass a little wiggle.
"Goddamn," I hear him whisper, as he stares at my spread bubble and tight, exposed ring.
I hear a zipper and the sound of his shorts, heavy with jingling change or keys, falling to the ground with a thud. I lie still as my cock begins firming up between the towel and my furry abs.
"Beautiful," I hear him whisper as he shuffles forward.
His big, calloused hands roughly grope my ass, making circles with my cheeks, jiggling them, and then feel his breath on my crack as he pulls the furry muscles apart.
His tongue is tentative and poky, but not at all unpleasant. The feeling gets more enjoyable as his tongue traces up and down my crack. I can feel him sniffing and licking more aggressively, finding his rhythm, but after what could only have been 20 seconds of lapping up and down, his tongue heads further down to graze my musky taint and pauses there before withdrawing quickly.
"Oh fuck, Oh fuck," he groans in a loud whisper.
I'm so tempted to look back, confused at the hurried shuffling behind me. Then I feel the first blast of his hot, slimy load as he grunts. I flex my hole and feel his thick head move into my crack right, against my hole. There's a lot more than I thought there would be given the quick turnaround time but fuck if my hole didn't pucker in delight as it is being covered in a fresh, hot, sticky load.
I feel his softening dick rub his slime up, down, and around my furry trench before withdrawing. I felt another light probe from something smaller, not sure if it was his tongue or a finger, before nothing but the warm night air on my frosted hole. A few seconds later I hear shuffling, the gate open and then closing with a thud.
Alone again and free to move, I reach back and play with my hairy, cum-covered crack. Spreading the thick cream up and down my deep trench, hole, and cheeks like I'm showing off for an audience behind me. I take one finger to my mouth and give it a lick. It was tangy, and thick, and had a direct impact on my crotch. I really am a dirty little slut.
I reach for my phone under my lounge chair and I feel a bit of worry growing inside me. I open the thread from my host, Peter, and find the link to change the gate code if necessary. Once updated, I feel relief just as a text notification pops up on the screen;
Trucker Daddy: mmmmm boy, thinking bout you got daddy hard and dripping again.
The message is followed by a picture of his big cock. The phone was held under his dripping dick and angled up to include his face smiling down at the camera from above.
I reply with an open-mouth emoji.
Trucker Daddy: Daddy gonna build up a big load for his pig
Me: I can't wait, sir.
I had no idea if I'd actually ever see him again but it was fun to play along in the moment.
I'm tired, tipsy but still fucking horny. I open Sniffies again and see even more new messages. As exciting as it is, it is feeling a little overwhelming. I'm going to have to do some "office hours" to sort and organize all these potential hookups.
After weighing the pros and cons of another hookup versus going for a drink at one of the local bars, I decide on going out.
It is my first night in town after all, and my load count for the day is strong. I don't want to burn out and can always find someone in person or after. I debate another quick rinse but decide against it, not wanting the fresh load drying in my ass fur to be washed away, and opt for a triple set of pushups and sit-ups to freshen my pump and tighten my abs.
The ripeness in my pits is reactivated and my body glistens in a sheen of fresh perspiration in the moonlight. With faint hints of piss and cum, I definitely stink great but not too overwhelmingly offensive to go out in public. Well, as long as no one gets too close.
I pour myself another tequila on the rocks with lemon and head to the bedroom. The AC sends a shiver down my spine as I walk into the closet. While I scan the multitude of options I reach for a metal cockring, my cock soft enough for the first time today to get it on.
After sliding my nuts and shaft through the metal ring, I decide on a yellow jockstrap, the same jean cut-offs from earlier, and a black cropped tank. One of those homemade ones where the arm and neck holes are so big and the straps are so thin that not much of my chest, upper back, or sides of my torso are covered and it is cut short like a midriff to show off my lower abs.
With my nipples occasionally peeking out to say hello, I throw on a pair of slides. I check myself out in the full-length mirror and adjust my package which is bulging and fully on display with the help of the metal ring. I take a second to admire what I see, a total slut looking back at me in the reflection.
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