This story is intended for those of legal age and depicts acts between adult males of legal age. Any similarities to reality are purely coincidental.
Sorry for the long wait between parts! I want to keep this going and write out all of the nasty ideas in my head for everyone to read. This one is a little slower and shorter, but things are going to really be heating up in the next part! Enjoy.
Room 31 Part 2
With our loads swapped and swallowed, we stared into each other's eyes. I was surprised at how gorgeous his eyes were. A soft shade of green, and the way he was looking at me now made me remember that my time with him was limited and I was not going to be fully satisfied from this one blowjob.
I leaned in and kissed him again, tasting our cum on his lips. A second later I felt a soft stream of piss hit my chest and splash onto the puddle we were sitting in.
"You're so fucking hot," I laughed.
He smiled. "This is all for you," he said, lying back onto the piss-drenched carpet and rubbing his hands through the fur on his chest. I couldn't help but lick my lips.
Without thinking I put my face to the carpet and sucked up as mouthful of piss. When I came up and looked at him, he had his mouth open and ready. Moving so I was on top of him, I leaned down and spit our piss mixture into his mouth. He drank it with a loud gulp and then caught me off guard by spitting in my face. I must have looked pretty surprised because he let out a genuine laugh that made my heart melt.
I've waited so long to hear him laugh.
But I've waited longer to have us both covered in each other's piss and cum.
I sprang to my feet and reached down to pull him up. We started walking towards the bathroom, but got caught up making out once more. The feeling of our wet tongues rolling on top of each other made my dick swell a little. By the time we got to the grimy bathroom we were both half hard.
The room was filled with steam from the hot shower, but that didn't hide the lack of cleaning. A thin layer of brown covered everything in sight: toilet, sink, tiled floor. The shower curtain looked like it used to be white but was now a dulled yellow. I can only imagine its color by the time we check out.
He got in first, and for a moment I stood over the toilet to take a leak and realized it would all be going to waste, so I hopped in after him and didn't hesitate to start unleashing my bladder once more.
"Oh good, I was just thinking I needed something to wash down the piss from the carpet," he said, kneeling down and wrapping his lips around my dick head. The warmth from the water plus the warmth from his mouth took me to another planet. My whole body felt so relaxed that when I stopped pissing I slid down to meet him on the shower floor.
"You okay?" he asked with a sideways grin. "Can I get you anything?"
"I want..." I said, thinking for a second, "...your ass in my face. Like, right now."
It was true. I've fantisized so many times about burying my face in his furry crack and tasting his ripeness.
"Good, because I wanted to put your dick back in my mouth," he said.
And with that, he gently pushed me all the way down so I was lying on my back and then he swung himself around so his legs were by my head. The next thing I saw made my cock spring back to life: his pink puckered hole lowering itself onto my face. The hair on his ass softly brushed against my cheeks and I inhaled his sweet smell. I could tell he hadn't showered at all yet today and even better I could tell he had sweat a little bit on the drive here.
Next thing I knew, the warmth from his mouth enveloped my cock once more. With that, I started to dig my tongue into his hole. In a matter of minutes we were both moaning and not holding back. He started to push his ass down onto my face, preventing me from breathing a few times but I didn't care. With each time, he forced my cock all the way down his throat and helf himself there. If one of us was going to suffocate, so would the other.
This went on for ten minutes before we were really getting into it. We had to have been so loud that the adjoining rooms heard us, but if anyone was knocking on our door or banging on the walls, we weren't able to hear a thing.
All I cared about was tasting as much of him as I could, and he was doing a perfect job building up a load to be deposited into his ass.
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