Indianapolis—December, 2019

After all the public sex in bathhouse and bookstore, I was ready for a good connected bit of one on one play.  Marshall was out of town, so I kept returning to the profile of a man with who I had had quite a bit of conversation.  He loved watersports, no LOVED it as he typed it to me.  He had a sling he could put up in the basement and there was a drain in the floor.  There was a partner, but he’d be away.  From his stats, Liam was a little younger than me, tall and well built. The pictures showed a jungle of hair all over his body.  That alone got me hard as I thought of drops of piss clinging to it all as I licked it up…

We arranged a time.

It was an easy drive in.  I took the rimseat, something he didn’t have.  Liam answered the door naked but for a blue jock.  He looked just like his pictures.  But he was nervous.  He showed me the set up downstairs.  The sling was crammed in, between the stairs and the laundry facilities, not ideal but I had just enough room to work around two sides of it.  The rimseat stayed packed in its bag upstairs.

“Get on your knees,” I said, “I’ve been drinking all the way here.”

That’s when it began going downhill.  Liam had never done watersports.  At all.  He had watched a few video clips of piss.  He didn’t want it in his mouth, but he thought he’d be ok if I would piss on him or in him.  I went back up to get out of clothes as he got in the sling.  I made sure I put my boots back on for the basement floor was filthy.

I ate his hole.  I pissed on it.  Licked it up.  So far so good. 

I fucked him.  He loved it.

But he was dirty.

I waited as he cleaned.

We fucked again.  I thought my cock was suspect as I pulled it out a second time, but he cleaned it, high on constant popper use.

“Try pissing in me.”

I had a bladder full.  I let it go deep in his guts.  He loved it.  I fucked him full of piss.  He loved that.  I pulled out to bring my piss covered cock to his mouth—and my piss exploded from his ass.  He was spectacularly dirty and now so were my legs.  There weren’t enough towels.  We trod carefully up the stairs to a wonderful two man shower.  I cleaned up first as he tried to mop downstairs.  Then he cleaned up.  He took me into their shared bedroom and got up on all fours on the bed.  I valiantly tried to fuck his newly cleaned ass, but I couldn’t do it.  I sped up my thrusts and faked shooting a load in him.

And left.

I hope he got it cleaned up before the boyfriend got home…

*****

I go to the bathhouse.  I shower again.

I sit in the steam.  A bearded blond man, maybe just 40, is there.  We eye each other.  He sinks to his knees and takes me in his mouth.  He can’t get enough of my cock.  I briefly suck his regulation sized one.  We leave as the steam kicks into high gear.  I follow him into the sauna—and that’s when I see his pale ass, flecked with blond hair.  Mounds of flesh needing my tongue.

He steps up on the bench to get to the top row of seats, putting his ass right at eye level.  I lean forward and my tongue connects.  He melts.  He kneels on the seat and I dig in.  He grunts and groans and encourages me to get his hole sopping wet.

I do.  I tongue him deeply.  He jerks as I tongue fuck him.

We break and then do it again in the TV room.

And at the sling.   Now I’m sure I will get inside him.  But no, he’s tells me he’s a top—but loves his ass licked.  I sigh, but it doesn’t put me off.  I ream him out once more, the chains clanging…

****

We meet up again in the dark porn room....

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