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Part 2
He can't come over tonight because of his car. damn.
i could do someone else, but i think i might just watch porn and think about his str8 dick in my mouth.
he watches str8 porn when i suck him. and i can't do it for very long because he gets soft. so after i while i usually just watch him and think about this hot str8 guy who lets me suck his dick, eat his cum and drink his piss.
So i start drinking some beers and watching porn. It is getting me pretty hot. I'm not ready to cum yet though so I go out to my back yard and sit on the deck. At the house to my right, the cute homeowner is in his yard doing some gardening it looks like. This guy is pretty hot. when it gets hot he walks without a short. nice toned body. the top of his underwear usually is showing. blue FTLs usually. but they fit snugly, so hopefully they are briefs.
Anyway, I'm drinking beer and peeking over at him from time to time. Shit, he looked up right when I was staring at him. Why does that always happen? I resist the urge to look for about 5 minutes. Look, look. Again, he catches me. Ok, I give up on this, just too dangerous.
After I while I can see peripherally that he is walking up to his back door. But then I hear footsteps and he yells out to me, "Hey!"
"Huh?" I say. "Oh yeah, hey how are you doing?"
He walks across the yard to where I'm sitting.
"I hope my drumming hasn't been too loud," he said. I had complained about it once when it went on past 10 pm.
"No....no problems," I said. "But thanks."
"Yeah, well you know," he pauses. "I notice late at night there's these young guys who come over to your place."
Uh oh. But he's right. I do have a lot of visits.
"Ok," I said, not knowing what to do.
He folds his arms against his chance. Struts a bit.
"One night I came home late and this guy was coming out of your house. Your porch light was on. It looked like he had pissed his pants..." he said.
That's when the flash went across my face. Oh shit. really busted.
He then puts his hands on his hips. My stare is drawn down to his crotch. I get this big desire for finding out what is inside his pants. I've wanted to have his dick in front of my face for quite a while.
"I bet you'd like it if I pissed my pants right now, wouldn't you?"
I looked up at him, not knowing what to say. But my dick was getting real hard.
He moved his right arm. At first I thought he might hit me. But his hand went to the top of his zipper.
"I ain't pissing these pants you little fag," then he pulled his zipper down and undid the top of his jeans.
"I piss on fags like you."
With that he pulled out this massive nine incher. Thick. cut. It had a slight curve and hung down nicely away from his body.
I was mezmorized by this point, started rubbing my dick through my shorts absentmindedly. Here was this beautiful big straight boy dick right in front of me.
I knelt down in front of him. His dick hanging over my head.
"What you willing to do for it faggot?"
"Anything," I said. "I'll give you beer, pot, whatever you want."
"Shit, what do you pay those guys to get them to piss their pants?"
"I give them one hundred," I admitted.
"Well it's gotta be more than that," he said. "I dont make it a practice of selling my piss to a fag."
He knew he had me. "Ok man, two hundred."
With that he smiled real big.