Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction and all actions depicted in it should be treated as such. All characters and events depicted in this story are the object of the author's imagination. While some events might be inspired by personal experience or other media, resemblance to real people is purely coincidental.
m/m; straight worship; piss; raunch; sweat; dirty briefs
Michael had these big, beautiful blue eyes that seemed to glisten. I swear whenever he'd smile, which was a lot, they would actually twinkle. Like a damn cartoon. He was the nicest, funnest straight guy I'd met. None of that machismo or toxic masculinity. He was kind, warm, welcoming. Being in his presence, you felt comforted, at ease.
Naturally I wanted to get him naked and have my way with him, but alas. He was dating a roommate of one of my best friends, so though I did not know him well, over the course of a year I hung out with him quite a bit as part of a small group made up of my best friend I'd met at work named Diana, her roommate and old friend Kris, Michael most times we hung, and a couple other friends that Diana and Kris had grown up with out in some suburb.
We'd meet up at bars, try new restaurants, chill at outdoor spots in good weather, or just hang out at Diana and Kris's apartment. We were all in our mid-20s, settling into our jobs or figuring out what we wanted to do while working other crap jobs. Typical stuff.
I'd had a couple hookups with guys at bars or via apps, but nothing intense or long lasting. Never met a guy I really clicked with.
Michael, though, I grew infatuated with. At first, I thought it was just physical. He was slightly taller than me at 6 foot 2, had a shaved head and thick stubble length beard. He wore these tight t-shirts that revealed a pretty muscular chest and arms, while having a bit of thickness to him that showed he liked to party and indulge as much as work out. He also often wore tight, faded jeans that looked like he'd had them for years and had grown along with him. A nice round ass filled out the back perfectly, and a prominent bulge filled out the front. In summer, he'd wear a pair of shorts that did the same thing.
The first few times I met him, I felt like I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I'd try as much as possible to be discreet, but would let my eyes wander over his body as often as I felt safe. As we grew to know each other more, I realized it wasn't just physical. I was full on infatuated with him. I had grown up actually terrified of straight guys after enduring bullying as a kid, and tended to just be friends with girls and women. But Michael was different. He was kind and fun and not just a meathead sports fan, but discussed actual relevant issues and seemed to care about those around him and discussed his feelings.
In short, he was beautiful both physically, emotionally, and spiritually, and I was drawn to him like I've never felt. Of course, I never let on. A couple years of hanging out with this group and becoming fast friends, watching Michael and Kris together and yearning for what they had for myself, the most I'd ever allow myself to potentially reveal my feelings would be when we were drinking.
Michael would always get a bit touchy feely after a few drinks. With everyone, and not in a cringy way. A hand gently placed on the shoulder if discussing something serious. Big, strong, bear hugs at the end of the night before heading our separate ways. Things like this. And so, I would mimic the same with him. Never pushing it further than anything he would do.
He'd also get a bit flirtatious, not just with Kris, but with everyone around, including me and other straight guys. It was like he knew how alluring he was to everyone around him, and would indulge in it for everyone's sake. Or maybe I just assumed everyone else was as equally obsessed with him as I was.
Earlier this summer, one of Diana and Kris's childhood friends offered for us all to spend a weekend at his family's cottage upstate. It sat on a sizeable lake, and was more than just a cottage. His parents were pretty wealthy, so this cottage was gigantic and beautiful, with a large deck overlooking the lake. I had never had a chance to see it, though others in the group had and had always reported what a great time they had there.
So, we packed up and headed north from the city for a few hour drive, nine people in two cars along with coolers and food and drinks for the weekend.
I was assigned one of the smaller rooms on the second floor of the house by myself, a couple I didn't know too well taking the other room on that floor, and the rest in the rooms that were off of the basement.
The first couple nights were pretty lowkey. We all cooked meals together, had plenty of drinks over the course of the day and night, played bags out on the patio. It was a little cool and rainy, so we didn't go out on the lake, but played board games inside, Spotify playlists being shuffled, breakout karaoke sessions occurring once we'd had enough to drink.
Sunday, half the people were leaving as they had early calls on Monday, while Diana, Kris, Michael and Brian, who's parents owned the house, were staying one last night as we didn't have to be at work the next day. Luckily, the weather cleared, the temps were nice, and the sun was shining, so we took their pontoon boat out onto the lake with a cooler of drinks, snacks, and a speaker to enjoy the sun.
Naturally, I was insanely excited to be out on the water just for the fact that I'd get to spend the day gazing at Michael's near-nude body under the protection of the dark sunglasses I had that didn't allow anyone to see my eyes. He was already alluring enough in a tight-fitting white wife beater tank and a short swimsuit that didn't leave much to the imagination. The moment we got onto the boat, I watched as he peeled his tank off, the muscles in his arms and chest rippling, his armpits full of the densest pit hair I'd ever seen revealed.
Brian wasn't bad looking himself. Much skinnier and shorter, but still pretty fit, olive tanned skinned from his middle eastern ancestry, his body covered in a moderate amount of dark hair.
We hit the boat around noon and spent a couple hours swimming and playing water volleyball and frisbee before getting hungry and jumping back on the boat to dry in the sun and eat. We already had more than a few drinks and I at least was getting tipsy. We sat on the deck of the boat in the full sun, munching on sandwiches and chips.
Protected by my dark sunglasses, I let my eyes wander over Michael and Brian's bodies, occasionally spotting just the flash of either shadowy public hair, or a bit of scrotum, or in one lucky moment, the tip of Brian's cock through the loose legs of their swimming shorts. I swear I was half hard the whole time, keeping my dick as camouflaged as possible.
We hung out in the sun for a couple hours, getting nice and hot, drinking beers, playing cards, listening to music, or dozing off for quick naps here and there. I feigned sleep while it appeared that Michael and Kris were napping, lying on my side and watching his hairy stomach rise and fall, watching beads of sweat develop on his body and drip down his sides. Man if I could only get a whiff of him before he went in the water again and washed off all his delicious sweat.
Luckily, after a couple hours in the sun, clouds started to roll in, and it was nearing 6PM. Time to head in soon to start getting dinner ready. As Brian took his seat at the wheel, I heard Michael announce that he needed a piss. My ears perked immediately at the word. There was nothing more that I loved than watching a man piss. Public restrooms with no barriers between urinals were probably the hottest thing to me, likely stemming from the fact that they were the first place I'd gotten glimpses of other guys' cocks as a kid when my attraction to them was first beginning. The smell of piss in urinals turned me on as well. And as I got older, I realized the taste of my own piss turned me on like crazy. I'd lie in the tub and just unleash a bladderful all over myself, lying back and aiming directly in my mouth, swallowing gulp after gulp.
"Babe, we'll be back at the house in like 15 minutes," Kris said.
Michael just waved her off, "I'm about to burst," he said.
I watched as Michael sauntered to the back of the boat. Still shirtless, I watched from behind as he pulled his junk out of his swimming shorts, the waistband in the back dipping below his waist, giving us a view of the top of his crack, along with the tuft of dark hair that grew from there.
Kris just shook her head and turned back to talking to Diana, while I continued gazing at Michael, pretending I was just looking around at the forests surrounding the lake. I was at the perfect angle to catch just a glimpse of his cock, and what a glimpse. As I'd surmised from months of scrutinizing his tight jeans and shorts, Michael held in his left hand what appeared to be a thick, six-inch long floppy cock. I couldn't imagine how big it would be hard.
As I watched, his bladder let loose and a powerful stream of piss shot from his soft cock in a big arch off the boat and into the foamy water behind us.
My dick hard in my shorts, I casually retrieved my phone, pretending to look thru notifications while opening the camera and snapping a few pictures of the amazing sight before me. Michael's nearly bared ass, his muscular back covered in a sheen of sweat, just a slight angle of his pissing cock hanging out from his left hand while his right hand rubbed his sweaty, hair belly out of sight.
I knew what I'd be doing that night once everyone went to sleep.
As his stream wound down and he shook his floppy cock more than a few times, I turned away so he wouldn't know I'd been scrutinizing him the entire time. I moved the photos I'd taken into a secure folder and turned my attention to the distance in an effort to let my cock soften before we got to the house.
When we did, the girls went to shower, while the guys went and quickly changed out of our wet clothes and into dry ones so that we could get started on dinner. Michael returned to the kitchen in what looked like the same tight white tank, as I could see visible wet sweat marks under his arms. He wore a pair of basketball shorts that didn't reveal too much upon a quick glance, much to my dismay.
We got dinner going. I made a quick salad to get rid of the veggies that were left, Brian went to work on some sort of stir fry dish with jasmine rice, while Michael prepped a cheese plate with the last of the cheeses and meats. I saw there was half a loaf of ciabatta left, so I made some crostini as well.
We continued drinking, so that by the time we ate outside as the sun was setting, we were all pretty hammered. The music turned up, we took turns playing our favorite songs of the moment, breaking into singing and dancing as we did. It was still pretty warm out, but felt good at the same time, so I was working up a sweat, and noticed that Michael and Brian were as well. I'd chance the occasional sniff near them, hoping to pick up the smell of their sweat, but it was too windy out there in the open.
At least I'd have my own sweaty pits to sniff at while zooming in on the pics I'd taken of Michael pissing once back in my room.
We stayed up later than we'd planned for our last "low-key" night at the cabin, but eventually Brian retreated to his parents' main bedroom on the main floor. Diana followed not too much longer behind him and it crossed my mind that she might be sneaking in to his room, based on a couple surreptitious looks I'd seen them give each other toward the end of the night.
Kris, Michael, and I remained sitting outside, casually sipping beers and taking about the madness of the world. Eventually Kris wanted to go to bed. Michael stood and said, "One more, baby," bending over and giving her a kiss on the cheek. As he did, his tank rode up and I got a glimpse of his underwear, tighty whitie fruit of the looms, poking out above his basketball shorts that were sagging halfway down his ass. God, I couldn't think of anything sexier and felt a rush of blood through my hardening cock.
"You ready, man?" Michael asked, standing and turning toward me.
I nodded and then guzzled the last half of the beer I had in my hand.
Michael returned from the cooler, handing me my beer and sitting once more beside Kris. She split the beer he opened with him, so before too much more conversation, they were done and gave their good nights.
Kris and I hugged goodnight, and then Michael swooped in, grasping me in his long, strong arms, pulling me tight and squeezing. I could swear I could feel the bulge of his dick in his tighty whities pressed against my side. Damn, what I wouldn't give to lower my hand and check to be sure.
They left for their bedroom off the basement, but I still had half my beer, so enjoyed the sounds of the lake and wildlife as I slowly finished. When done, I still didn't feel totally like going to sleep, so I headed into the basement living area and turned the TV, opening one last beer.
I was slumped on the couch flipping through Netflix, finally putting on some random gay related rom com. About a half hour in, I heard a door down the hall open and close, some shuffling feet, and Michael came ambling in to the living area. He had on the same pair of loose basketball shorts and tight white wife beater tank that contoured around his muscular chest and hugged his thick belly. His dark chest hair was pouring over the top of the tank and the thick tufts of pit hair I'd had my eyes on earlier were visibly poking out of his pits as he walked.
"Hey man," he said groggily, "couldn't sleep."
"Same, just finishing a last beer," I told him.
He nodded and grabbed one from the cooler that was next to the patio door and then came to sit down on the couch. As he walked my eyes flew to his crotch, where I could see the sizable lump of his basket through the loose fabric of the shorts.
He sat on the opposite end of the couch as me and cracked open his beer, guzzling about half of it down in one go.
"What are ya watching?" he asked as two gay guys on the screen were in the midst of their first, impromptu date.
"I dunno...some random movie that popped up. Couldn't decide on anything else."
"Cool," he replied with a smile, his eyes then returning to the TV.
We watched about 15 minutes in silence while we finished our beers. Michael unabashedly let out short belches now and then which turned me on. I joined him whenever I felt the need and we had a couple short laughs at each other's more intense burps.
"One more?" he asked after we'd tipped back the last sips.
"Let's do it," I said, only realizing the double meaning after I'd said it.
He stood and went to grab two more beers. My eyes followed him, gazing at his ass clearly outlined in his loose shorts, taking in the view of his muscular back beneath his tight tank as he bent over to reach in the cooler. God, even the dark hair coating his legs was turning me on. The pit hair that looked damp with sweat was giving me chills. I would definitely be jerking off before bed tonight with both my mental images, and the pics I took on the boat, no doubt.
He handed me a beer, and as I grabbed it, my finger brushed up against his hand, sending a chill down my spine. I looked up and he was smiling down at me, those blue eyes twinkling, and a smile spread across my face before I could help myself.
Michael sat closer to me this time, toward the middle of the couch, lifting one arm up and across the back cushion between us. A glance with my peripheral showed his sweaty pit exposed, and before long, I could catch a whiff of sweat, that sort of active stink you get after working out without deodorant on. The smell sent another chill through my body. How I would love to sink my nose into that sweaty pit hair and inhale his stink, extend my tongue and taste the salty sweat.
We returned to drinking our beers, watching the movie, belching now and then, laughing at funny bits (Michael had the greatest laugh too, I swear).
We were definitely drunk after drinking a lot of the day. Our second beer quickly disappeared and Michael grabbed us a third without asking. The movie had about twenty minutes left anyway, so that would time out perfect as a last one before bed.
After handing me the third, he sat just a bit closer this time, but still not close enough to seem odd. As he sat and raised that arm up over the back cushion again, his hand now within reach to touch the back of my neck, if he so desired, his sweaty stink wafted up into my nostrils once more, sending a wave of pleasure through my body and into my cock that had this whole time been at least half hard.
As the movie progressed to its finish, the gay couple finally hooked up, a lot of kissing, groping, licking, but nothing rated R. As this happened, Michael chugged down the last of his beer, let out a belch, then placed the empty on the coffee table. He slumped back into the couch, one arm back on the couch cushion as if reaching toward me, but now he placed his left hand that previously held his beer onto his crotch. I watched from the corner of my eye as he adjusted a growing bulge. He didn't stop there, though, but continued to very lightly and stealthily squeeze and rub.
The gay characters were now in bed together, nearly naked. My cock was ready to burst with the scene both on the TV and to my left, but I didn't dare push this further. Michael's girlfriend was just down the hall in one of the bedrooms, our mutual friends were in other various beds, I couldn't risk misinterpreting his actions or embarrassing myself or ruining any friendships.
I finished my beer and leaned forward to set it on the table. Leaning back, I felt Michael's fingers on the back of my neck. He lightly caressed my neck, but remained focused on the movie. Shivers ran up and down my body from the feeling of his fingers gently caressing me. If he were gay, I wouldn't doubt for a moment that he wanted to go further. But maybe he was just being his typical touchy self when drunk?
My cock was evidently hard in my shorts. I didn't do anything to hide it, but after a few moments, couldn't resist touching it either. If Michael was doing so, why not? As the scene concluded, I let my hand drop to my crotch to give my bulge a quick squeeze or two, focusing on my peripheral as Michael continued to subtly do the same to his, while still letting his fingers run up and down the back of my neck.
This lasted just a minute or so until the credits began rolling. We both sort of sat up straight and stretched and yawned. I waited a moment for Michael to stand and leave first but he remained sitting like me in a silence filled with a million questions and a tension that was almost physical between us.
I was definitely drunk now, but not messily so. Just that perfect level where you're horny as fuck and inhibitions are lowered enough that anything seems possible.
I turned to Michael and looked him in the eyes. He looked back and we sort of just gazed at each other for a moment. I wanted to lean forward to kiss him, wanted him to lean forward to kiss me, and for those few moments it seemed like it might happen. But the moment continued and we just smiled at each other, our eyes both big and full of hope, it seemed.
I couldn't bring myself to do anything physical right then, but didn't want to let the potential opportunity pass either.
"Well," I said slowly, "I'm going to head upstairs to my room."
Michael nodded. Was that a bit of disappointment on his face?
"I'll be on my phone for a bit with the door unlocked if you can't sleep and wanna chat or watch something or whatever."
Michael nodded more enthusiastically. And was that a bit of excitement replacing the disappointment? And that twinkle back in his blue eyes?
I thought so, but couldn't be sure. So I stood up, my shorts visibly tented, and headed to the staircase and up to the bedroom I was sleeping in. I didn't close the door completely, but left it just slightly ajar. But would he come? Was I making all this up in my drunk brain?
I laid on the twin bed in the near dark of the small room that had no more space than for the bed, a nightstand, and a tall dresser. My dick was hard and poking my shorts straight up, but I just left them for now, scrolling through the pictures on my phone, looking at the amazing pics of Michael from the boat that I would jerk off to if he didn't come.
A minute passed. Another. Another more. I began to think I'd invented the whole thing, or read too much into Michael's drunken behavior.
But just as I was resigning myself to just blowing a quick load and getting to sleep, my hand down my shorts gripping my hard cock, I heard the lightest footsteps approaching the room and then the door slowly open just enough to reveal Michael in his shorts and tight tank slipping in to the room. My heart began racing. I couldn't believe this was happening.
He turned and quietly shut the door and then turned the lock. He turned toward me, the only light from the moon coming in through the window and my phone. He continued standing there in silence looking at me on the bed while I gazed at his perfect body waiting for what would happen.
"This is ok, right?" he asked.
"Yes, please," I said quietly.
"I've never done anything like this." He looked nervous, maybe scared even.
"Don't worry, let me take care of you," I said gently.
I saw him grin slightly, and then walk over toward the bed. He stopped in front of me and just remained standing, not making a move of any kind.
"Here, how about you sit down," I said, sitting up and making room.
He nodded and sat on the edge of the bed next to me, the musk of his sweat reaching my nostrils along with the smell of beer mixing together into an intoxifying aroma.
"Do you want to lay down?" I asked him.
He nodded, so I stood and watched as he lay on his back, watching me with intense eyes as I stood over him, my eyes taking in the sight of his body lying beneath me. I reached down and grabbed the bottom of his wife beater, lifting it up his body. He sat up slightly to help as I pulled the tank over his head, inhaling deeply as the stench from his exposed pits hit my nostrils. I tossed the tank on the floor as Michael laid back down, arms at his side.
"Sorry, I've been sweating all day so I kinda smell," he said, looking somewhat embarrassed.
I smiled and told him, "Lift your arms up."
He looked a bit confused, but lifted both arms, resting his hands under the back of his head on the pillow, exposing both sweaty, hairy pits. I leaned down, sticking my nose right into one moist pit and inhaled, the stink filling my nose, my brain, sending waves of pleasure through me. I lifted my head, looked at his shocked expression and smiled, then lowered myself into his other pit, inhaling again deeply, my cock pulsating in my shorts.
"Smells good to me," I told him with a smile.
"Really?? Kris always yells at me if I don't smell like cologne or deodorant, and I sweat a lot."
"Well, I love the way men smell naturally, especially after a long active day or a run or something."
"I always have too! Well, at least my own smell," he said, laughing lightly.
I leaned in again, this time rubbing my face around his massively hairy pit, breathing quickly, darting my tongue out and first licking timidly, and then lapping at his sweaty pit hair.
"Oh god," he moaned softly as I made out with his pit for at least a minute, if not more.
My face so close to his, as I lifted myself from his pit, I leaned toward his face, toward the bright twinkle of his eyes, and pressed my lips against his. I kept my eyes open and saw he did the same. As our mouths opened, I gazed into his eyes, feeling the hot wet of his mouth, feeling his slippery tongue against mine.
I lifted my head, keeping my face close to his, our hot breaths against each other.
"This okay?"
He nodded. "Sorry I don't know what to do."
"Don't worry, I got you."
He smiled, a bit of sadness creeping into his eyes, but a happy sort of sadness it seemed.
I kissed, licked, suckled at his stubble-covered sweaty neck as he moaned and squirmed beneath me. I moved down his body, my tongue exploring his hairy chest, his erect nipples, strong, thick belly, the swirls of hair around his belly button.
Finally at the waistband of his shorts, I sat up, and grabbed both the shorts and his briefs with both hands. As I slowly pulled them down, he lifted his waist off the bed so I could remove them completely. I tossed the shorts with the tighty whities to the floor.
A thick, long, hairy cock flopped against his belly, shiny head poking through a long foreskin, veins up and down the shaft all surrounded by a huge bush of dense pubes. His bulbous heavy balls in a loose hairy sac hanging down between his hairy thighs. The smell of his sweaty cock and balls wafted up to my nostrils, along with hints of his sweaty ass.
I realized I was just gazing at his junk for more than a moment and looked up at his face. He looked worried, slightly, and said, "Sorry, haven't trimmed in forever...and kinda sweaty down there too. I can wash...."
I interrupted him. "You are beautiful just as you are," meaning every word. The natural state of his pubes, the sweaty, active smell of his dick and balls, I thought were beautiful beyond words.
His face broke into a grin, his eyes glistened. "Thanks," he said, "never been told that before."
"It's true," I said. "This is beautiful," I said, grasping his hard cock in my hand and leaning downward, planting a slow, wet, gentle kiss on the head, sucking the precum gathered there gently into my mouth. He groaned lowly.
"This is beautiful," I said, running fingers through his huge bush of pubes and then leaning into them, sniffing deeply and feeling the wiry hairs against my face as my other hand gently stroked his cock. He continued softly moaning.
"And these are beautiful," I said, lifting his heavy ball sac, rolling them each between my fingers and then pressing my lips against them, licking the sweat from them, taking each hefty ball into my wet, hot mouth, as I continued stroking his cock slowly, base to tip, his loose foreskin gliding over his shaft.
I sat up from worshiping his crotch, the stench of him filling my head, my lust for him reaching a fever pitch.
I pulled my shorts over my hard dick and down my legs, tossing them to the floor, then pulled my tee over my head and let that drop. I now sat on the edge of the bed fully naked, my dick sticking straight up, throbbing, leaking precum.
Michael looked me up and down. "You got a pretty good body, you know," he said smiling. He didn't make a move but continued lying, hands behind head, his body exposed and open to me.
"Thanks," I said, "but let's focus on yours for now."
He nodded, smiling in a grateful way, likely not ready to take an active role in this sort of experimentation. At least not yet.
I leaned back down, grasping his hot, hard cock once more and began exploring with my tongue. I licked up and down his shaft, over and over, loving the feel of his hefty girth in my hand and surrounded by my lips and tongue. I swirled my tongue around the head, into his foreskin, a slightly tangy taste thrilling me. I licked back down his shaft, pausing here and there when Michael let out a gasp or a louder moan. I surrounded his hairy sac with my mouth, tonguing his balls, sucking at them. I then lifted his loose scrotum upward and began licking all around the sides of his dick and balls, underneath his sac. I continued working downward into the crevice between his legs, pushing at his legs to widen them to give me better access.
He resisted slightly so I paused to look up over his beautiful naked body to his face that had a look of concern on it.
"It's all good, just leave it to me," I said reassuringly.
He nodded. "No one's ever, uhhhh, been down that far," he said. "And haven't showered since yesterday."
I just smiled. "Stop worrying and let me treat you the way you should always be."
He nodded again and rested his head back once more, relaxing his legs and allowing me to spread them apart and push them upward, his hairy ass cheeks now spread revealing his trench full of dark hair swirling around his pink hole.
Caressing his muscular thighs, I leaned in pressing my face into his crack, inhaling the musk deeply. It was sweaty, tangy, everything a man's ass should smell like. Now I was the one moaning as I sniffed up and down his crack, feeling his hole against my nose, my lips. I extended my tongue and began lapping up and down, getting everything all wet and slick.
Michael's moans increased in both duration and volume as I licked up and down his hole, swirling my tongue around, using my lips to suckle at.
"Fuck, that's insane. Never knew that felt so good," he uttered through his moans.
I continued rimming his ass, my tongue now darting into his hole, tasting him from the inside. As his hole relaxed and got used to the sensation, I pushed my tongue further and further in, my lips wrapped around, my hands exploring his legs, caressing and rubbing as much of him as I could.
After several minutes of eating him out, I raised my head to see him eyes closed, basically squirming from pleasure on the bed, his thick, heavy cock lying against his hairy belly, a pool of precum gathering around his belly button.
I lowered his legs and licked up and down his cock again, lapped up the precum on his belly, and then returned to his pits. I moved from the left to the right, sniffing, licking, lapping, sucking at the sweaty hair and skin while Michael writhed beneath me.
His muscular chest heaved against my more slender frame lying on top of him, the heat from his body feeling like fire.
My cock felt like it was about to burst. I gave it a few tugs as I licked the sweat from his pits, but stopped as I was on the verge of exploding. Instead, I returned to his cock, taking it in one hand while I massaged his massive balls with the other. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and began blowing him, first nursing the head, swirling my tongue around, sucking all the precum I could get, and then going down on him, letting his thick, long cock enter my throat until it was buried, my nose in his pubes, the head of his dick rubbing the back of my throat, causing me to salivate like crazy. He was pushing upward toward me as I pushed my head down on him, loving the feeling of choking on his cock.
His moans were continuous now as I began bobbing up and down, from tip of head to base, saliva coating his cock, running down into his pubes and over his balls. As I fucked my face with his cock, my hands explored his chest and stomach, pressing everywhere, until I pressed into his lower belly and to my surprise felt a quick, short gush of hot liquid shoot into my mouth.
At first I thought he had shot his load, but realized quickly this hot liquid was his piss, not cum.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry," he said quickly while panting, "I've been holding that forever and you must have pressed down right on my bladder." He looked devastated, like I was about to tell him off and storm out.
I just laughed softly, "Dude, it's all good. I like the taste of your sweat, the smell of your junk, the feel of your cock down my throat. And your piss is pretty good too." I wasn't about to tell him I'd been into piss play since I was a kid.
"Are you serious?" He asked, looking puzzled.
"Yeah, man. It's not uncommon. I've been playing with mine since I was a kid." Well, guess I was about to tell him.
"Damn. Kris is always yelling at me leaving pee unflushed or a droplet or two on the rim like it's dirty as hell. I always thought she was crazy."
"Yeah it's just piss. We all do it. And some enjoy it. Now why don't you let me have some more." I grinned.
Michael smiled but nodded. I grasped his cock and pointed it downward toward my open mouth, resting the head just inside. I looked up at his face as he concentrated on loosening his bladder, but it didn't take long at all. He must have really been holding it awhile because suddenly a torrent of his hot piss erupted into my mouth.
I began swallowing immediately, mouth still open, eyes still glued to his as his were to mine. A look of intense relief shown on his face as my mouth filled with his hot beer piss over and over and I swallowed it down over and over.
As he continued pissing, I closed my lips around his shaft, drinking the piss directly from the tap, suckling on it gently. I began blowing him again while his piss continued to pass into my mouth and I continued to swallow. The sensation of my tongue caressing his dick caused him to stop his flow, seemingly before his bladder was empty.
I spent several minutes blowing him again, taking his cock deeply down my throat and choking on it, before releasing and concentrating on the head with my mouth and jerking the rest of his spit-lubed dick with my hand.
With the other hand, I licked my fingers and rubbed his hole, inserting a finger and then two into his loose, relaxed sphincter, feeling the heat of him from the inside. I'd bring my fingers to my nose and inhale his ass stink deeply before returning them and massaging his prostate, which caused him to release more and more precum into my mouth.
He was moaning and writhing in pleasure. Sweat glistened on his skin, igniting the stink of his body in the room more and more. The small space held in our scents so the room was swirling with the stench of sweat and piss and beer and ass and balls. I may as well have been on drugs my brain was spinning so much. Could have been the beer too.
I could feel his cock seemingly swelling even more in my mouth, but before he came, I wanted to explore his sweaty body once more, in case this was the only time he every let me.
I released his cock, catching my breath.
"Fuck, I was so close he said," with a wry grin on his face.
"Not yet, let me get this sweat cleaned off you first," I said, returning his grin.
He just nodded, a contented look on his face.
"Mind if I lay on top of you?" I asked, as this whole time I had been sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning over at various angles to reach every crevice on his body.
"Sure," he said.
I swung one leg over his body, my hard cock now pressing into his body right alongside his own. The feel of his pubes on my skin, of his hot, thick cock pressing next to mine, was so thrilling. I laid down further so that my stomach and chest pressed against his. His heaving breaths pushed against me, his skin hot and wet with sweat beneath me.
I returned to his neck, licking and kissing and sucking at his sweaty, salty skin. He writhed and moaned in pleasure. Not able to resist, I returned my lips to his, and his mouth opened immediately, our tongues pushing into each other's mouths, our faces pressed together. As we made out, I grasped his dick, still slick with my saliva, and placed mine on top of his, wrapping a hand as much as I could around his massive girth and mine combined, jerking our cocks off together.
This lasted only a minute before I stopped to keep myself from cumming.
I kissed across his stubbly jaw line and then down his neck, continuing to press my body into his, writhing my cock against his, loving the feel of his hairy, sweaty junk.
I dove into his right pit, again inhaling his stink deeply, rubbing it all over my face, extending my tongue and lapping at the salty hair and skin. His pit hair was so thick and extensive that with my nose buried in the center of his pit, the sweaty hair extended from the top of my forehead to my chin.
I switched sides to his left pit and repeated these same actions, relishing in his pungent aroma, my head spinning from the smell and taste. As my face was buried in his pit, he turned his head toward me and took several deep breaths, inhaling his stink deeply. His tongue extended, able to reach the edges of his pit hair and he lapped at it as I did the same, our tongues running up and down like a dog's, touching at times, the taste of each other's mouths mingling with the sweat.
I was ready to return to his glorious, hairy ass trench and hole, and it seemed so was Michael. As I lifted myself off him, he spread and raised his legs.
I smiled at him and said, "Thank you," as I moved my body down the bed and lowered my face to his exposed and spread ass. Michael just smiled in response, that twinkle in his eye.
I returned my attention to his hairy trench and dove in, inhaling his ass stink deeply, rubbing my face up and down his crack. I extended my tongue, and like with his pits, began lapping everywhere I could like a dog, all through the hair that swirled around his hole, up and down his ass lips themselves, pressing my tongue in as far as I could extend it inward, eliciting a deep groan of pleasure from Michael. My lips wrapped around his hole, my tongue swirled and prodded and poked.
His loose, heavy balls hung down nearly to his hole, so I pivoted my attention to these, lapping at the loose, wrinkly flesh, taking one ball into my mouth at a time, surrounding it with my hot, wet saliva.
I grasped his cock in one hand as I continued licking and lapping around his scrotum and taint and skin to either side of his dick. The smell of his junk surrounded me, pervaded my senses. I breathed it in deeply, never wanting to forget how amazing his sweaty crotch smells. His cock in my tightly wrapped fist, I slowly stroked him from base to tip, his loose foreskin gliding silkily up and down his shaft.
After a few strokes he gasped, and through his erratic breathing, he uttered, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."
I nodded at him and then engulfed his cock in my mouth, bobbing up and down a few times before going all the way down on him, the length of his thick cock buried down my throat, his sweaty pubes in my nose and all over my face.
"Oh fuck!" he exclaimed quietly, pushing his cock even deeper down my throat as I gagged but continued to breath, mastering myself and massaging his cock with my throat and tongue.
Suddenly, as he pressed upward almost painfully, his dick began spasming as he flooded my throat with his cum. Now I really did gag and had to pull upward so that he was no longer deep throating me and his cum continued to shoot into my mouth, rope after rope of his sweet, hot cum filling my mouth, running down the sides and back down his dick into his pubes.
"Fuck," he exclaimed again as his orgasm subsided. I continued nursing his thick cock, sucking every last bit of his cum that I could. I then released his dick from my mouth, red, wet, and spent, and began licking and sucking at the cum that escaped my mouth into his pubes.
Satisfied that I hadn't missed a drop, I propped myself up and smiled at the look of ecstasy on his beautiful face.
"No one's ever made me feel that good before," he said, his eyes positively glowing from the pleasure. "Thank you."
I smiled and nodded. "My pleasure."
He glanced downward at my achingly hard, straining, pulsating cock. Precum was leaking everywhere and I knew that a single touch, the mildest stimulation, would have me shooting my cum everywhere, likely so strong it would hit walls. Maybe the ceiling.
"Aren't you going to cum?" he asked.
"Definitely. I wasn't sure if you'd be into me doing that with you here or not. Especially now that you've gotten off."
"Are you kidding? After how you just made me feel, after...worshipping my body and making me feel proud of how it looks and smells and tastes...you deserve to shoot a nice big load. Maybe I could help...somehow?"
I was intrigued, and knew exactly how I'd like him to help if he were really down to do so.
"Is your bladder still pretty full?" I asked him.
He looked puzzled for a moment, but then smiled sheepishly. "Yes. Only got out like a quarter of my piss before it felt too good to keep going. A quarter at most."
I grinned widely. "Wanna come with me to the bathroom and let me have the rest?"
He shrugged agreeably. "Sure, man."
The bathroom was right outside the bedroom I was staying in, between that room and the other that made up the second floor. The couple that had stayed in that room had left earlier that day, so I didn't think we had to worry too much about someone needing to use the bathroom while we were in there.
I searched the floor for my shorts while Michael sat up from his reclined position. I spotted Michael's shorts and saw his pair of tighty whities within. I thought of quickly shoving them under the bed to keep them, but then thought better.
I pulled my shorts up over my hard cock and handed Michael his shorts, holding his tighty whities in the other hand. "Mind if I hold onto these?"
Michael shrugged, "Sure, buddy."
He pulled his shorts up over his now half hard cock that was still insanely long and thick poking out of his huge bush of pubes. He followed me shirtless to the door as I slowly cracked it open and looked out. He stood very closely behind me, his pecs lightly grazing my back, his cock rubbing against the back of ass, hot breath on the back of my neck. Shivers ran through my body.
I proceeded through the door and into the bathroom. Michael followed and shut it behind him, clicking the lock. I stepped out of my shorts and got into the tub on my knees, pressing the drain stopper down and looking up at Michael as he dropped his shorts. He grasped his cock like a garden hose, heavy and wobbly in his fist.
He raised his eyes as if to ask, "Ready?"
I nodded and smiled, then brought his tighty whities to my face. Now that we were in a lit room, I could see that they weren't the whitest anymore. They were definitely well worn, light patches of yellow here and there from piss or cum or sweat or all three. I pressed them to my face and inhaled deeply, all the scents of his body concentrated in this pair of briefs that must have hugged his ass and cock so closely to have picked up his stink so deeply.
This made him smile, amused. One hand on his hip, the other holding his cock, I waited. At first a short trickle of piss was released from his piss slit and dribbled down his cock and balls to the floor. He stepped forward a bit and began pissing properly, a strong stream of light yellow piss arching from his dick head and hitting me in the chest.
One hand holding his dirty tighty whities to my nose and mouth, the other I wrapped around my cock and began slowly stroking.
His hot piss covered my naked body, running down my chest and stomach, through my pubes and around my cock, down my balls, down my legs, collecting in the tub. I released my cock both to keep from cumming, but also to rub his piss into my flesh, everywhere that I could.
I pulled his briefs from my face and used them to soak up the piss and wash my body with it. As I did, I opened my mouth wide. Michael aimed his flow there and I swallowed, gulp after gulp of his salty beer piss, letting it run out my mouth at the same time and down my body.
I lowered my head to let his stream soak my hair, loving the feel if it running all over me, down my face and chest, down my back, into my crack, collecting more and more in the tub over the closed drain. I returned his tighty whities to my face, inhaling his scent. Michael aimed his flow there so that the piss soaked into the fabric, which I sucked deeply.
Before he was done, though, I wanted to drink his piss right from his dick once more. With his tighty whities pressed against my nose, I leaned forward and took the head of his pissing dick into my mouth, gently wrapping my lips around the head. His stream faltered briefly but then picked back up, a heavy flow flooding my mouth that I swallowed quickly.
I breathed in the stink from his piss-soaked tighty whities as I swallowed gulp after gulp of his hot, salty piss. My bladder was near a breaking point as well, so I let my flow loose, pointing my hard cock toward my body and letting my piss stream hit my face, my body, Michael's cock. I looked up to see his reaction, and he was just looking down at me, a slight smile on his face, mesmerized by what he was seeing. I watched as he reached down and let my piss stream hit his fingers. He then brought these to his mouth to taste my piss. He shrugged as if to say, "Not bad."
My piss joined his that collected in the tub, now covering the bottom fully so that I was kneeling in a shallow pool of our piss.
This turned me on so much, the thought that he had just tasted my piss, that I tasted his, that I was in a tub full of both, that I began to stroke my pissing cock, ready to cum now more than ever. I stroked wildly, my piss stream flying around but strong as ever, landing mainly in the tub and on my body, but some flying out and splashing against Michael.
Michael's piss began to slacken in my mouth but I kept suckling at his now hardening cock, savoring every last drop of his salty stream. As his piss stream ended, I took the entire length of his cock down my throat, loving the feeling of having it buried and nearly choking me.
I aimed my still pissing cock upward, my stream now splashing against my face and Michael's balls. I looked up, his cock still buried down my throat, and saw him just smiling vacantly with a look of ecstasy on his face.
My piss seeping into my mouth as I swirled my tongue around his hard cock and used my throat to massage it, I breathed in the stink from his tighty whities and his junk surrounding my face.
As my stream tapered off, I returned to stroking my cock, knowing I'd be blowing my load shortly. I manically pumped my fist up and down my hard, rigid dick, the last of my piss droplets flying everywhere.
I was ready to cum. I leaned back, releasing Michael's cock from my throat, kept his piss-soaked tighty whities pressed against my face, inhaling and sucking at the fabric, as my fist flew up and down my achingly hard cock. Within seconds, I began blasting rope after rope of cum that flew up and over my head, hitting the shower wall behind me. One after another, shooting into my face, hitting Michael's briefs, then shooting all over my chest, and then belly. I lost count after 10 shots.
"Holy shit," Michael uttered. I looked up at his shocked expression, a wry smile on his lips, as my cock continued to shoot my load, now in small watery spurts over my belly and pubes.
"Fuck," I said through heavy breaths as my orgasm subsided.
"I've never shot like that. That was nuts."
"Been building that up for a few days now," I said, standing up and out of the tub.
Michael stepped to the side, his cock long and thick hanging downward. My cock remained hard as steel, poking upward, red and worn, veins still popping.
"Damn, well thanks for that man. I've never been treated like that before...just the center of some one else's attention. Usually it's the reverse."
"All good, man," I said.
He gestured for a hug, and without hesitation I launched myself into his arms. Our naked bodies pressed together, our sweat and piss mingling, our cocks pressing into each other, Michael and I hugged tightly and for longer than just a quick hug.
Eventually he pulled back and looked me up and down. "Well, I'll let you get cleaned up. Better get myself to bed."
"All right, goodnight man."
"Night," he said, pulling his shorts up. He glanced at his tighty whities hanging in my hand at my side and just smiled, turning and leaving the bathroom. His wife beater was in my room as well, hopefully he would leave it.
I turned back to the tub, to the sight of my cum slowly dribbling down the tile wall, to the sight of the yellow piss covering the bottom. I breathed in the smell of it heavy in the air. I lifted an arm and breathed in the smell of my sweaty pit. My cock, still hard, pulsated. I got back in to the tub, kneeling down into the pool of piss and then bent over. I opened my mouth and began sucking the piss up from the tub, Michael's, mine, right into my mouth, swallowing the salty nectar down. I cupped it up and rubbed it into my body. I soaked Michael's tighty whities in it and then wringed them out above me, letting our piss drip down over my body. I scooped up some more and began jerking off with it, our piss coating my dick and flying everywhere.
Horny again, I turned to the cum I'd shot on the wall and began licking this up as I continued to stroke my meat with scoop after scoop of our piss. It didn't take long at all before I was ready to blow my load again, so I laid down in the piss on my back, lifting my hips and aiming my cock at my face, wanting every last drop of cum in my mouth. I continued rubbing the piss into my ass crack, over my hole, inserting a couple fingers in after lubing them up in my mouth.
My balls were ready to release and I began shooting again directly in my mouth, not as strongly or with as much volume as before, but still a pretty sizeable load.
As my orgasm ended and the last few droplets of cum fell from the head of my dick onto my face, I laid back down, closing my eyes and catching my breath. I couldn't believe what had transpired, that I'd drank both Michael's piss and cum, that I'd worshipped his body and every scent it produces, that I was lying in a pool of our combined piss having just shot my load for the second time in minutes.
After some time, I stood, drained the tub and then used the detachable showerhead to spray everything down. I wasn't about to shower off all the good stench I'd accumulated on my body, so I just let myself air dry as I brushed my teeth.
I returned to the room and saw Michael had indeed left his wife beater crumpled on the floor. I decided to put that on, along with his wet briefs. The feel of these on my skin, the smell of both, especially the tank, filling my head with Michael's presence.
Pretty sure my dick stayed rock hard the entire night.
The next day dawned. I packed Michael's briefs and tank with my stuff, made sure I didn't stink too bad, and got dressed. Michael acted completely normal at breakfast, his usual cheery, vibrant self, not a hint of awkwardness between us. Driving back to the city, the five of us chatted, recounted fun moments from the trip, talked about coming back up again in the fall to do some hiking. I took part in the conversations, but replayed the end of the night in my mind repeatedly.
I wondered if this was something that might happen again. I don't think I could ever say no to Michael, and though I felt bad thinking about the possibility of hurting Kris or my friendship with Diana, I had no regrets. It would have to be Michael's choice, though, not something I sought out.
In the meantime, I had his piss-stained tighty whities and sweat-stained wife beater to entertain myself with, along with the photos of him pissing off the back of the boat, and the memories of worshipping every inch of his hairy, sweaty body.