My Playroom—February, 2022

It was Tuesday.  Not a day I am often looking for sex.  But I got an early morning text from my college piss boy.  He was horny.  Super horny.  He needed to drink my piss.  I was surprised and pleased.  He has always been a last minute kind of trick—and I like to plan.  And tank up.  He asked to come late afternoon/early evening.  I said yes.

We chatted a little more throughout the morning.  (He was either at work or class, I don’t remember.)  He asked me to start saving my piss.  I found an old thermos.  I preheated it with boiling water…then began pissing into as I hydrated, waiting for his arrival. 

He was a shade later than we’d said—but all was good.  He came in like a whirlwind out of the cold.  Down we went to the playroom…

The tall, thin boy strips and tosses his clothing into the chair by the television.  “I couldn’t find all my slutty clothes.”  He has a lacy crop top under his shirt.  And that’s all.  His cock is in a cage.  “I need your piss, Daddy.  And to suck that big daddy dick…”  He kneels on the padded part of the floor, right at the end of the fuck bench.  I have stripped, too, down to my jock.  I take a moment to sit on the bed so I can put my boots back on.  I slowly lace them up.  Making him wait.  And squirm.  “Daddy….please….”

I stand up.  My cock is stretching the pouch of my jock obscenely.  I bring it over to his mouth.  He inhales.  Deeply.  And begins to lick at the balls not quite contained in the jock.  I finally pull out just my testicles.  Making him wait for the main course.  He licks and sucks on my hairy nuts.  Moaning.  Cooing.  Constantly slathering them with his spit.

My cock emerges.  He takes me deep in his throat before he even licks the head.  Down to the root.  Over and over.  Only then does he pull off and start licking the head.  And the piss slit—constantly working his tongue in there for a drop of juice.  He wants anything my cock can give him.  “Do you have piss for me, Daddy?”

I take my dick out of his mouth and grab the back of his head—pulling him into my ball sack that he has left so wet.  I don’t touch my shaft.  I think hard about pissing…and in a moment, I can.  I pull back from him with “Open your mouth.”

The piss is delivered in a perfect arc into wide, baby bird at feeding time, mouth.  He gurgles his pleasure as he swallows it down.  It’s not a lot.  As the stream loses strength, I get my pissing cock into his mouth.  Directly down his throat.  He waits until the stream stops—and then begins sucking my dick in earnest.

“Get up on the bench.  I want to taste your ass.”

He crawls up.  Getting in place.

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I kneel and tongue the youngest hole in my stable of men.  He opens easily.  Someday I will fuck him—but I know it’s not tonight.  I revel in the feel of his hairless, soft ass.  My bladder tells me I have more piss.  I rear up and shower his ass crack.

“Piss me, Daddy.”

I watch the nearly clear liquid run down his crack.  The moment I stop I am back on my knees, cleaning up his hole.  Eventually I stand up.  I fuck his ass crack, pumping my dick up and down along his crack.  It coats itself with the piss I’ve missed.  I take it to his hungry mouth.  He cleans me up—catching sight of himself doing it in the big mirror there.  He loves the look of his sissy self with my monster contorting the shape of his mouth.

I go back to his butt.  I piss some more on his crack and wet fuck the channel—telling him how someday I’ll be inside of him.  I bring him my super wet cock to clean.  “I really want you in my pussy, Daddy.  Someday.”  And he gulps me down, savoring the piss on my cock…

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We’ve moved to the sling.  Ass eating and piss.  And a little head—though it’s never a great position with him craning his head down and around to get to me.

I spend some time playing with his cramped dick in the cage.  I make his cock strain against the sides of the cage.  I piss on it.  He groans as the hot liquid drips down from his mound of useless cock and over his balls and then his ass cheeks.  I kneel and lick up my piss.

I stand back up.  My cock is lightly greased.  I fuck his wet balls.  This makes him pant.  His eyes are on the mirror above him as he watches me toy with his hairless orbs.

“Up.  My turn in the sling.”  We change over.  I lie back, my boots on the chains.  “Now lick my balls as I jerk.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Do you remember?  Try to get to my sweet spot—between my cock ring and my sack…”

He gets busy.  I stroke.  Zeroing in on how good his tongue feels.  He finds my spot and makes my cock drip.  I lightly coat my cock head with the extra precum for him to lick off.  He does, deftly, before going back to my spot—hoping to make me drool out some more.

“It’s getting late, Daddy—can you give me your cum?”

I tell him I want him on the bed for that.  Once I’m out of the sling, I lie down on the cool top sheet.  My entire body is reflected in the mirror running along the side of the bed.  My legs splay open.  “Suck my dick, boy…” 

He does.  I close my eyes.  I think about his ass.  His tight hole.  Why it is off limits.  How good it tastes.  How I love to piss his butt.  How I would love to fuck him.  Breed him.  I have an image of my cock pulling out and a single drop of cum dripping from his hairless ass—and I’m there.  I shoot into his mouth.  Volley after volley.

We lie there for a long moment.  Curled up together.  Then he gets up and starts dressing.

“Daddy—the Thermos.  We didn’t use it.”

I give it to him.  He undoes the stopper and takes a long, satisfied swig.  One for the road…

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: “Piss me, Daddy...” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  March 28,2022