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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 43
And his piss was all round my back and under me and smelt and cold and wet and on his knees as well. It was funny. I mean, we were laughing so much. Cause I think we both felt like ... nothing mattered? At last, like nothing mattered. And it was such a relief - if you'll excuse the pun. He crouched over me and then we kissed and he was rolling over me and we were rolling over and over in it. We was both totally covered in it. So eventually he got up and said he would shower but I needed to make the bed. "My feet's wet now!" he said jumping over the carpet.
So I didn't even know where to start. I was soaked. Everything was soaked. Which was funny as well. So I stripped it and threw everything in the wash and then just chucked on every single spare towel I possessed and hoped it would dry and not be too smelly. Everything smelt of his arse on my face anyway after I'd been eating him out.
When he came back from the shower - towelling his hair like a footballer, and his body all narrow and white, pubes in a soft mousey patch like a little nest for his junk to hang out of - he smiled, I mean really smiled, and he said that did I like drinking his piss and eating his arse out? And I said yes. We were laughing and he said, Ok, did I like being a pig?
And I honestly hadn't thought, cause I hadn't thought I was a pig. So I said, yes but I wasn't sure if I was. I mean, I wasn't sure if he was being funny. Cause we'd laughed such a lot. "Oh you are such a pig," he said, "you are such a fag pig. You haven't even showered. You like all this. You like eating arse. You like, like eating all a guy's body, all his sweat, licking where he smells, licking he dick, sucking up his cum, you love all that, and piss and everything. You're such a pig! You probably won't even clean it properly so you can sleep in it!" I said, could he tell if the bed was still wet? And did it smell of it? "It stinks!" he laughed, like of course it was wet, and of course it smelt! "You stink as well! But you need to clean it up, cause it's disgusting now!" He laughed, like it was my problem and it wasn't his. "Or I'm not even coming back." Cause then he obviously left.
But before he went he gave me a big hug and said he'd see me again like this, and it was good. "Are you glad I came round?" he said. "Yes."
He looked at his phone, cause it buzzed, and then rang it, whoever it was made it go, and talked for a bit. He went out on the balcony, deliberately so I couldn't hear.
I was just waiting like a moron for him to finish his phonecall and just go; so I kind of thought, what's he playing at? When he hung up he said, "Brenda. We're going to meet up." "We? Did she mention me?" "No. Why should she?" "Oh, right, so not me." "Not you what?" "I mean, you said 'we' so I thought." "Her and me, idiot. You stay here! Why would she want to meet you?" "No. No reason and even if she did ... I gotta sort things out here." "Yeah, you do. It fucking smells." He smiled. I mean, I couldn't help wondering what he was up to, but Luke didn't seem to think I needed to know, so I didn't know. "Does she know you're here?" "No. Nobody knows." "No I suppose so. So you going to tell her?" "I think so." He smiled and grabbed my arse. "Are you glad I came round?" he said. "Yes." "Yes, you glad I came round? Or yes, you glad I broke your arse?" "I'm glad about everything!" I said with a chuckle.
"You're glad I fucked you, yeah?" "Yeah." "Beautiful little peach of bum ..." (I blushed) "... I fucked you up didn't I?" "Yes." "Yeah. Fucked you up well and truly." He laughed, "And then I pissed on your bed!" We laughed. "Yeah." "Yeah. You like my piss. I fucked you up good and proper. Are you glad I pissed on your bed?" "Yes." "You're glad I fucked it up and made it smelly?" He laughed. "Yeah," I said, grinning, "but it won't be that smelly. I'm gonna change it round and keep spraying it with armpit." "Yes little piggy. Yeah, cause next time I don't want to be in this pigsty where I can't breath or all the windows are open cause of the smell of my own stale guy-piss yeah?" "No." "You'll make sure?" "Yes Luke, don't worry. I'll clean it up." "Yeah cause I could piss on you some more next time. I'd like that." "Yeah." "Would you like that?" "Yeah." (I thought perhaps I'd get a plastic sheet though ...) "Do you like drinking my piss?" "Yeah I do Luke now are you ... What are you doing now?" "I'm leaving." "Yeah so I can get on and clean it all up." "Yeah." He was still holding me. "What do like best, getting fucked or sucking cock or drinking piss?"
I had to think about that one. "Getting fucked," I said. "Thought so. Peach arse." I blushed.
He looked at me, "Have you thought about what I said?" "About what you said? About what?" "About being my boyfriend." "Oh. Oh yes. Well ..." "It'd be good." "Well ..." "Think about it. It would be good like this if everyday I came home and you were waiting to be fucked? Wouldn't it? Waiting to be pissed on. Waiting every hour to suck my dick ..." "I ..." (I already do that, I thought.) "Like this. Kneel down." "What?" "Kneel down!" I knelt, slowly. "Look up!" So I did and he coughed and produced a long silvery gob and let it slide from his lips into the back of my throat. "Swallow it." Like I had a choice. He grinned. Then he quickly got his dick out and let me suck it for a bit and even gave me some more of his piss. Then he put it back in his pants like someone might see. Then he tapped my face and nodded. "You stink." I still hadn't showered. "Ok I'm going now," he said. And then he left.
--- When he had gone, I opened all the windows and got some deodorant to spray everything, until everything smelt like a football changing room, clean fresh armpits and testosterone, which I liked, obviously, this changing room smell where they keep trying to mask it with cleaning products but it still smells of jockstraps and grass stains and shit - I mean, real shit.
I'd never laughed that much.
'Beautiful little peach of bum ...' he'd said. I don't know if I was happy. But I was glad he came round cause he was nice to be with and even though he wasn't as large-dick as I had been fucked with, he was still a man. And I like being with him. Cause he was a man. A real gay man like me but who made me feel like a real fag men used and cum and left. It was good. But then I felt a bit sorry cause, when he had gone, cause you know, I thought he was nice to me, and we had sex, but it was normal sex; I mean, not normal normal, but like two people having sex, like for a good time - not like it was furtive or ashamed, I mean, but like it was just two fellas who wanted to do it so they did and who cares, yeah? Cause that's what gays do, isn't it? They just go round each other's houses and have sex, don't they? They don't just fuck; they have sex and enjoy eachother's bodies.
I'd never licked a man's arse before.
Come to think of it, I mean I know why he went but also like I don't know why he went cause, - like it matters ... but why? Oh yes, cause of the smell. Oh yes, and to meet Brenda, his 'gurlfriend'. But now, like ... I mean ... now I was all alone with this damp and this smell, and that was it.
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 43