BottomBiCork

For some it's not a choice really. I suffer from migraines, and inhaling solvents is a high-risk trigger. Even non-amyl poppers (eg: Maximum Impact) can bring on the feeling of a claw digging into the back of my skull. As such, I almost never use them, except for initial entry of the rare very-large endowment, and then only if taking it au natural has been tried and exhaustively failed.

For me it didn't happen till I was 34. Had been sucking cock since college days, and getting sucked off too, although it never appealed to me as much as being the sucker. Perhaps that should have been an indication of my eventual destination, though I didn't think it at the time. Tried anal, in both roles, more than once. But just couldn't get into it. So I just accepted that sucking guys off was a fetish I had on the bi-scale. That all changed when I met a dom guy online. We chatted for months without meeting, as he was both in another city had no interest in travelling to be sucked off, but we had a good connection. We could and did chat about most things, not just sex. The longer the connection went on, the more he detailed what he enjoyed in using the various subs he encountered, pointing out similarities between my own thoughts and the expressed feelings of his conquests. He eventually had me convinced to try anal once more, with him being the provider of course. When we finally found a mutually suitable time to meet, he came out with something that I hadn't expected - "I'll be fucking you without a condom and cumming inside you if I want. No discussion. Still want to come?" Needless to say, I said yes and haven't looked back.

This is why there is variety in the world. Many tops enjoy doing this, many sub bottoms enjoy being on the business end of it, or at least enjoy the sense of submission that is involved. You say you find it hot in porn, but not in reality. There are plenty of us who find both senses are true. As with so many things, each to their own...

Went to SBN a couple of weeks ago while in London for a visit, have to echo what @cannero said in terms of lots of tops v fewer bottoms, quite the opposite to what I've seen in other places. And it seemed like it wasn't the usual "everybody flocking to the hot twink" scene either. Being an older (but still fairly trim) total bottom, this was just heaven. Had a couple of youngish (mid-late 20s) asian guys corner me soon after I came in and they ended up tagging me for a bit, drawing a crowd. After they'd both had their fill (only one unloaded, but quite the load!) then a steady stream of guys kept me busy (mostly older, but wasn't being picky) for as long as I was bending over. Had to take a few breaks and wander around every now and then, just to get my breath. As others have said, a great vibe and very unpressured. Definitely recommend.

Perhaps it's the fact I tend toward more Dom tops, but I've found it to be expected by almost all the guys who barefuck me that their cock goes in my mouth after unloading, whether to clean it or to warm it up for round 2. Of the handful that don't expect it, all bar two in my memory have gleefully accepted the service once offered, and if they come back again will usually switch ends without asking from then on. As for my opinion, I was mentored to make my mouth as accessible as my ass, so I always oblige.

Always swallow, unless otherwise instructed. Consider it rude not to. Taste varies from man to man, and from load to load. Diet, activity, hydration, general health... all have an effect.

I'm a total bottom. I've tried topping in the past, always with disastrous results. Fucking men's asses just doesn't do it for me. Each to their own.

Tonight, had got prepped for a regular FB who was due to call. As I was towelling off, I received a text to say he couldn't make it. Not like him to flake out, so didn't lose the rag or anything, but I was all horned up. So tried online for a bit, but nothing doing. Scrolling through posts here had me in a worse state, so decided to take a walk to a local cruising ground, which has a car park, a bushy area and a large pond. Didn't expect much to be there, as it's kinda cold here at the moment (-1C, 30F tonight). Sure enough, it was nearly deserted, couple of guys in cars driving past or parking briefly but not stopping and getting out or flashing lights or any signals at all really. So I went to walk around the pond which can be good on warmer nights, but I thought would probably be just as dead. Now it's nearly pitch black down here, and it takes a bit to adjust your eyes to the level. As a result, I nearly tripped over a set of legs belonging to one of two guys sat on a bench by the water. I apologised for stumbling into them and walked on, thinking I might have interrupted them. I'd gotten about 5 paces when one called me back "Hey fella, got a light?". I replied "Sure" and fished a lighter out of my pocket. As I sparked it, I noticed they each had their hard cocks sticking out of undone flies, and as I lit the first guy's cigarette, the other, one cool as a breeze, said "Hows about bending over for us?" I didn't need a second invitation and leaned over to grip the back of the bench. The propositioner stood up while the smoker undid my pants and yanked them down. I heard the telltale squirt of lube, a couple of cold wet fingers probed my hole briefly, greasing it up for the impending invasion, and then a nice thick cock was firmly pushing my ring open. Without much finesse to it at all, he just drove it in and started stroking, a fair 6 inches I'd reckon. No chit-chat either, just the steady slap-slap of his thighs hitting my ass-cheeks. The first words he said since he'd asked the initial question were "Gonna cum in ya" and then he was grunting and shoving it deep, and I could feel the pulses as he unloaded. He pulled out, slapped my ass, said "your turn" to the smoker and moved around the bench. Then "You gonna suck it clean for me?" as he presented his wilting cock to my face. I obliged like a good slut, just as I felt the second guy fill the recently-vacated space. "Fuck, you really filled him up" came the first of several descriptions from the seemingly much more talkative smoker. "Oh, tight too" - he had a much thicker cock, had a small bit of trouble accommodating it initially, despite the previous workout. "Yeah, he's got a good box on him" replied the first. They talked back and forth like this as they spitroasted me, the cock in my mouth never quite going soft, slowly rehardening, eventually mimicking the rhythm of his buddy in my ass who was by now going a good inch or two deeper than the first had managed. After a significantly longer time, eventually he too declared his impending climax, which was a cue for them both to grab hold of me and shove their respective members as far into each end as they would go, causing the far end of my rectum to 'pop' around the thick cockhead demanding its submission. Once more my pliant arse rippled with the twitches of a disgorging cock as his seed sprayed deep past my inner ring. I was instantly thankful for the extra prep I had put in earlier. As I squirmed on that squirting cock, I was almost gagged by a second load being shot straight into my throat, causing me to convulse slightly in response. This could well have been their goal as they each let out a near-simultaneous "Fuck yeaaaaahhh!". After holding the pose for a few seconds, they withdrew, first from my mouth then my ass. I turned and knelt, partially of my own volition, partly through their gentle but insistent hand pressure, and was again presented with a spent cock to clean up. As I did so, the smoker pulled up his own trousers and reached into the pocket for his cigarettes. Taking one out, he made a show of also producing his own lighter. As he sparked up, his friend was already strolling away. "Nice one, fella" were his parting words as he pulled out of my mouth and strode rapidly in the opposite direction, closing his flies as he did so. "Anytime" I said, almost under my breath, and to no-one in particular.

Best one I've heard came while I was stood at a bar in Hamburg, watching a rugby game on the TV whilst wearing my Irish jersey. Other guy: "Nice top." Me: "Thanks." Other guy, making a show of looking: "Much nicer bottom!"

Not wanting to doubt any personal stories above, but I genuinely feel you can no more "turn a straight guy gay" than you can "pray the gay away" in one of Rev Fallwell's retreats.

The world has always been infested with rudeness. The semi-anonymity of the internet merely removes the immediate, direct and obvious response to such behaviour that would happen in public in the real world - "WOW, you're a total dick!" (or words to that effect) said in a loud voice, and all of the subsequent embarrassment which that should engage. The fact that such public reproach is nigh on impossible on a mass network of one-to-one private communication removes the threat of the rude person being so evaluated by more than the person to whom they are being rude. In other words, the social pressure to behave is nigh on non-existent. Even if a person manages to get a reputation for being an obnoxious prick on a site, they simply reinvent themselves with a new profile, email address or avatar. That, combined with the "me, now, all the time" focus of modern western society, makes for a radical upward curve in the actual incidents of rudeness, IMHO. As for not_sure_bb's point about it being either too time-consuming to reply or invariably encouraging further contact to say "thank you", have you considered saying "Thanks for the compliment, but I don't think we're suited. Happy Hunting!". On most sites you can save a stock reply to this effect and send it by a single click. Thereafter, you've been both polite and clear, so no further communication is necessary. My particular bugbear is where a guy gets rude because you don't fit some hidden criteria which he has failed to put on an otherwise filled-out profile. I'm not fucking psychic! If you are too lazy to change the age-range from the standard, or say "top" then you're looking to be fucked, then don't be surprised when you get messages from ppl who don't meet the criteria which you HAVE NOT ADVERTISED. You certainly have no right to start abusiing such people. Rant over. Happy Xmas/Hanukah/End of the world.

I experience the same. Being sucked does very little for me, and as whiteslutbttm says, it can be uncomfortable or even painful. Plus, it almost always leads to disappointment on the top's part when I don't react favourably to his self-esteemed awesome cock-sucking skills. After too many times where it broke the mood or even utterly ruined the session, I decided to be pro-active, and tell all tops up-front exactly how I feel about it. If it's a dealbreaker for them, we don't hook up.

I have a regular whom I've never actually seen. I arrive at his house, go to the designated room, strip and put on the blindfold he provides. I text him when I'm ready and in position. He then enters the room and makes use of my holes for as long as he wants, and I remain blindfolded the whole time. When he's had his fill, he either says "I'm done" or "I'll be back", then leaves the room. If he plans on coming back, I wait. Otherwise, I get dressed and wait for a text to say I can leave. This has been our standard meet for over 2 years. As I say, never seen his face. It's highly erotic.

My first stealth load was about 6 years ago (disregarding a broken condom, which I class as an accident rather than intentional which I feel is integral to it being by stealth). A Spanish guy I'd sucked off previously. He was very dom, big into slapping my face with his cock and face-fucking or otherwise controlling my head with his hands, and being verbal throughout. He had been asking after fucking me since we first contacted (through Gaydar). But both times we had met previously I had not been able to douche as was travelling direct from work. When he texted this time, I was at home. When I let him know he told me to "get clean and wet for putting my cock in you" and I obliged, doing a thorough douche and prelubing and stretching with the narrower of my buttplugs. When I got there, he had me strip to my boxers, as usual, then we went through the usual routine of him using my mouth, with a lot more ball-sucking then usual but otherwise as he had done before, slapping me with his cock and telling me what to do. I spotted the signs that he was getting close, shorter thrusts while jammed as far in as I could manage, when he abruptly pulled out and let me go. "Turn around" he said, while he ripped open a condom pack. I bent over the couch as indicated and watched as he rolled the rubber on, then spread a medium dollop of KY on the head of his encased cock. He pulled down my pants, yanked out the buttplug and lined up his cock. He repeated "Turn around" so I turned my head away, but that wasn't enough. He pushed my face down into the couch, put his other hand on the small of my back and tried to drive his cock right up in one go. I half-strangled a shout of pain, as he wasn't small and the lube ran out after about an inch of shaft, despite my prep. He made a tutting noise and pulled it out. I started to lift my head to see if all was ok, but he pushed it back down, gruffly saying "No stay". I heard the squirt of the KY tube, followed by what sounded like it being slathered over rubber. Then he applied a squirt directly onto my ass, and fingered it in. Then there was the sound of more slathering, and I guess if I'd been thinking straight I might have noticed a different quality to the sound. I reckoned afterwards that he had slipped off the condom directly after the first failed attempt, covering the sound with working the KY in his other hand. In any case, he repeated the earlier assault, and it went more or less straight up in one long shove, not without pain, but nowhere near as sore as it was the first time. At that point, I wasn't even considering whether it was bare, I was just glad that it wasn't going to rip my sphincter in two, like I thought the first time. I put the easier entry down to having more lube applied. But as I found out (after about five minutes of very hard fucking, when finally he started grunting, shot his load [and this guy was a big cummer too] then slapped my ass and pulled out) when I lifted my head, his cock was bare and slimy. I looked for a condom in his hand, but saw none. I instinctively offered to suck his cock, and then my stealthing was confirmed when he said "Is dirty" and went into the bathroom to wash it. I looked around and saw the discarded condom on the floor by the couch, untainted by any cum. I got dressed and left. We didn't talk about it then in any way, but the next time he texted, the message was "Fuck now? jelly, no condom". I told him I would be clean enough to suck him after, and it was never mentioned again. He fucked me bare and went ass-to-mouth every time thereafter. Never caught anything from him nor passed him anything, and we met roughly once a week or so for 4 months before he moved back home to Spain. Happy days.

Can only speak personally, but I always feel that an extra large load signifies that the top has truly enjoyed himself, has felt beyond-normal stimulation of both the mind and cock, and therefore I have pleased him to a beyond-ordinary extent. Of course I take pride in having served above his normal expectations. As for telling the difference, one can only truly know it is an extra large volume for that top if you know what a normal load for him is like. Excepting that the top tells you how abnormally big it is, of course. That said, having swallowed or taken many hundreds of protein injections over the years, there is a definite feeling of whorish pride when I am rewarded with a much-bigger-than-the-popular-average load. When the same top consistently produces such loads, that may be a freak of nature, but it may also be a reflection of my consistent abilities as a bottom. Either way, I count myself lucky. Finally, you will probably find a lot of people making distinctions about feeling the size of anal loads compared to oral/facial deliveries. I've mentioned this elsewhere, but I have an easier time noticing a strong-shooting load than a voluminous one when the cock shoots deep in my ass. The subsequent internal volume of liquid will also be varied by amount of lube and the amount of ass-juice produced by my hole. Generally that is a function of time spent being fucked, so if the extra large load comes after a good long session, its eventual available leakage will often seem even greater. Again, I consider such events to be worthy of pride and the making of good memories. Ultimately, I as the bottom exist to take the top's seed. The more of his cum he shoots in or on me, the better I will feel.

Can't say I'm a fan. Even with the modern formulations, I still get at least a mild headache. And I fucking hate getting a headache. Have used them on occasion for taking the larger gentleman, but normally prefer to accommodate "au naturel" as far as possible.

While I'm grateful for the compliment, I swear I spent less time in total sucking for those ten loads than I have for just one measly dribbly load form several other guys I have met. It really was more like sucking him off 3 times, apart from the amount of cum swallowed I guess. Not all men are created equal ;-)

About 10 years back, I used to hook up with a south Asian doctor who worked at a hospital less than 2 blocks from where I lived. When he was on call, he'd often contact me to see if I was home. If I was, he'd drop round when he had the opportunity. He was only into being sucked off, and had a considerable cut cock. He would literally lay back and stare out the window or watch TV - not porn, just regular daytime TV - while I knelt and worshipped. He was always leaking precum heavily by the time I got my mouth on it, and would invariably shoot a full load within a minute or two of me starting to suck him. The first time we met, I thought that was that and started to ease off, but he said "I'm not done, keep it up". Sure enough, he stayed hard and continued to leak precum until, within 5 mins or so, he was stiffening and twitching and shooting off more ropes of sperm into my mouth. He made no move to get up, so I continued to suck. A bit longer this time, but no more than 10 mins, he was unloading for a third time. I swallowed and kept sucking, then his bleep went off and he was suddenly up and gone. I emailed him directly afterward, asking if he had been particularly full, and he eventually replied that he normally shot at least that much, if not more. Long story short, we met regularly for about 6 months. Always the same scenario, he liked me to do all the work, but he'd be leaking like a tap, shoot his first load within seconds and not lose his hardon or look for me to stop. The longest we met for was about 50 mins during which he came seven times and never lost his wood or stopped dripping with slimy dick-juice. My jaw ached for a day afterward. More usually, he'd only have 10 or 15 mins before his bleep would summon him back, but that would be enough time for him to produce 2 or 3 heavy duty loads of cum. One day he called by 3 times in the space of about 6 or 7 hrs, and deposited 3, 4 and 3 loads. During each session, his loads would taper off in terms of thickness and size, but if he did call back later, his first load would be back to full initial quantities. His balls, while they weren't the size of melons or anything, were a bit on the large size of average, yet he was otherwise unremarkable. Just one of those guys. Really wish he'd been into ass-fucking.

I'm generally too lazy to write here about the fuckings I take from regulars, but had to relate my latest bit of outdoor fun. Last week I got chatting online with a bicurious married guy. He had done a lot of wanking and oral fun and had wanted to fuck man ass for a while, but said he couldn't stay hard with condoms. I told him that wouldn't be a problem. Unfortunately, neither of us could accom at that time and although he was well up for some outdoor fun, the weather was shockingly bad. I left him with my cell and told him to get in contact the next time he could get away. Summer finally turned up here on wednesday, and yesterday afternoon I got a text saying his wife was going to be out for the night if I was available to take his cock. Accom was still a non-runner, so we arranged to meet later in the evening at a public place and then go to a nearby cruising spot for some fun. He turned up on time, I climbed into his car and as he drove the short distance required, we made our introductions. He seemed a bit nervous to me, so I said I didn't want him doing anything he wasn't sure about, and if he just wanted to be sucked off that was cool (a common enough occurrence with married men, I have found). He said he was just very excited by the thought of finally cumming in a guy's ass and that was coming across as nerves. Well, we get to the car park near the cruising area, and there are half a dozen empty cars already there. He commented that it looked like a busy spot, I said "it is, but there's lots of secluded areas, although we might end up with an audience". He seemed to take that news without qualm and he was already climbing out of his door. Well, this place has a mixture of high bramble bushes, rough ground, overgrown areas and small clutches of trees. There's also bits of construction rubble here and there from decades back and a host of little paths leading off in to various nooks and crannies. It's by a river path and you often find regular people jogging or walking dogs out there, but they usually don't wander into the scrub, so it's pretty safe from prying eyes. As I led the way along a main path, we met a middle-aged guy coming the other way with a golden labrador. We saluted and passed as though we were out for a stroll ourselves. Around a bend I turned off onto a winding little track through some over head-height bushes to a spot with trees on the other 3 sides that I've used before a few times. It has a knee-high block of broken concrete which is useful as a bench or support. He had stated in chat that he'd love a guy to just drop his pants and take it without questions, so I gave him what he wanted, pulling down my trackies and leant on my elbows on the block with my head down and my ass high in the air. He needed no second invitation, unbuckled and dropped his own pants, introduced his cockhead to my prelubed hole, grabbed a firm hold of my hips, slid it all the way in with one steady stroke and started straight into a steady full-length fucking rhythm. Not the deepest fuck (I'd reckon he was a bit over 6") but very practised. His breath was coming in short gasps, interspersed with "ah", "oh" and "yeah" semi-syllables and the speed of thrust was increasing ever so slightly. Then I heard a dog bark... What happened next was a bit of a blur, I'm unsure if I have the exact sequence correct. But a firm hand cupped under my jaw, lifting my face up to a thick cut cock which proceeded to mash against my lips until I opened wide and took a good 7 incher straight down my throat, the hand on my chin sliding to the side and combining with its partner to hold my head steady as the labrador-walker (for it was he) started to fuck my throat. Almost simultaneously, the guy in my ass wrapped his arms around my belly and started to hump fast and hard short stabs into my hole, but between them they had a near-perfect rhythm going so I was alternately filled, mouth then hole then mouth. Not having had much warning to take a deep breath, and with the pressure on my diaphragm from the bear-hug, I was starting to cough and splutter, when the groans and gasps above me turned into one long "Yaaaaaaaaaaa" as the cock in my ass was shoved as deep as it would go and started to pulse. "Are you cumming in him?" were the first words I'd heard from labrador-man. I didn't hear any response, but whatever it was it seemed to do the trick, as he pulled my head back so his cocktip was resting on my tongue and I felt the first of 3 or 4 shots of hot cum spray out, then he pushed it back into my throat where it continued to twitch another 7 or 8 times. Then, as if at a prearranged signal, they both pulled out. Labrador-man said "Thanks, good luck" and walked away the way we had come in, followed by the labrador which had been sitting patiently, watching his master unload. My married friend said nothing but stood there with his wilting cock jutting out under his shirt and an expectant look on his face. I knelt down and dutifully started to suck it clean. As I did I heard his phone beep with a text message, which he typed a reply to, then tapped me on the shoulder and we returned to his car. On our way back to our original meeting point, he explained that the other guy was a gym buddy whom he had gotten to know socially. Whilst drunk one night, they had confessed their curiosity about mansex to each other and that they had been fooling around wanking each other while looking at gay porn, but had figured out neither wanted to be the bottom, even for a blowjob. My friend had come up with the plan that they hatched on me. He had chosen to meet me because he reckoned I'd be amenable to the idea, but his buddy was nervous and so wanted to get a look at me beforehand. Hence the walk-past. I'm planning on meeting them again. Apparently, labrador-man wants to be up the other end next time. ;-)

If Jerry Seinfeld is on the board, he should admit it now...

On behalf of the many bottoms who DO take the time and effort, you're more than welcome.

We've been through this particular debate on other pages. Quite a few members agree with each of you, often quite passionately. Personally, I understand both viewpoints. But I have to agree with Tony, the bottom's purpose is to please the top. That means the top's rules rule. By all means if your top wants you to work his dick you most certainly should. But if he needs you to have the stamina and ability to take his ideal of fucking, and take it well, then that is what you must be aiming for. Then again, I'm a bottom, so THAT's just my 2 cents.

You seem to have a lot of it worked out already. I would take issue with only one item: your plan to keep the fact that you are recording it secret. Quite apart from the potential hazard of the camera being discovered (which would probably lead to a minimum of anger, if not outright violence), there is a fundamental dishonesty in so doing. I'm sure that in the large gay population of SanFran you will be able to find sufficient tops who would be willing to mask up or trust your camera skills sufficiently to leave their faces out of it. Being up front and honest about sex is one of the benefits that guys have over women. ;-)

Don't use Crystal, no interest in trying it. But I have used MDMA (AKA: Ecstasy, X, E) on occasion. Prob not a great idea for tops, as it interferes with the erectile response, but great as a bottom.

Just had a busy hour. Was working the night shift, the long slow hours before the rest of the office arrives in I usually fill by browsing and chatting online. Arranged a meet with a guy who was going to be in town for the day and wanted to seed an ass. So when I got home I promptly douched and prelubed to be ready. Bang on time, he rings to get final directions. I answer the door to find a shortish middle-aged guy, lightly greying hair, stocky and neatly dressed in a suit and tie. He had mentioned having porn to watch while we got down to business, and opted for the widescreen TV over the laptop beside the bed. He's pretty no-nonsense, shucks his jacket, trousers and shoes, levers out his shaved cock and balls through the flies on his boxers and sits down on the armchair watching a movie of a muscle dude getting gangfucked by some thug blacks. Meanwhile I kneel and start to warm him up with my mouth. He's fully hard in no time, nice thick cock, just about 7" and cut with a bell-shaped head, and he's twitching and breathing hard within 5 mins. "Where's the lube?" - that's my cue to kneel up on the couch as previously instructed in chat. I hear the squirt of lube, the wet sound of him slathering it over his cock, then the head pressed at my spread hole. Another squirt, a cool drip down my crack and he's pushing it firmly in. One slow deep thrust to establish the length and then he starts to piston it in and out, one hand on my left shoulder the other on my opposite butt cheek, occasionally using it for a smack on one or other glute. No variation in rhythm or depth, just a constant 3-4 inch stroke while a low grunt builds up in his throat, getting louder and sharper and gradually becoming more of a hard gasp. The sound of his pelvis hitting my ass is muffled by his shirt and boxers, while his angle of attack is rubbing his head over my prostate repeatedly and, unusually for me, I start to get a hardon. "I'm about to cum" he says flatly and slightly breathlessly, the first words since he shoved his cock up me 10 or 15 minutes before. Then he grabs both my hips and hammers a few times hard, growling "Oh yeah" a few times. Then he stops thrusting and leans into me, catching his breath. "Good boy" he breathes, "I need a break" with that he pulls out and sits back down on the armchair. His slimy cock is still half erect and sticking out of his flies (he never took off his boxers, I notice) and he cups his hand around the base and balls, squeezing it gently and causing a large dollop of cum to ooze out of the head. "Well, you going to lick that up for me, boy?" he asks and I comply immediately. Now he goes from taciturn to verbal in a flash. All of a sudden he's asking "Do you get a lot of cock?", "You always take the cum in your ass?", "You like being a bitch boy for my cock?", "You like the taste of your ass off my cock?" mixed in with directions on sucking him and licking his balls. Then his phone rings and he takes it out, his free hand goes to the back of my head and pushes me down onto his cock. He hits the mute button on the TV remote, says "Shhh!" and answers the call. He chats away with some guy called Martin about a meeting and what's on the agenda, while he slowly thrusts in and out of my throat. His cock is getting much stiffer, I notice, and he suddenly says down the phone "I'll have to let you go, just got something to finish up here, will be with you in half an hour" and he hangs up. "I need to shoot again. Get on the couch." Back to the same position. No lube this time, not that there's any need with his previous load leaking out, and even less by way of build up. He just whacks it straight in and starts to pound hard, holding me by the hips and already grunting hard. It's nowhere near as pleasurable as before for me, and I cry out a little, but he's into his verbal mode again. "Take it bitch", "Yeah it hurts", "Got another big load for your ass, boy", "Fuck yeah I'm cumming" and he's holding it deep and I can feel the twitching as he lets loose a second sticky mess right up my hole. He pulls out and I hear him reach for his trousers. "Turn around" and I'm presented with his slowly drooping cock, all slick with spunk and ass-juice, which he guides to my mouth as he's pulling up his pants. I clean it greedily, tongue-washing it and gently sucking it into the top of my throat. He buckles his belt and takes out his phone again. Rings somebody to say "Hi, on my way now. Martin's all set. Will be there in ten. Where's good for parking?" then a series of "Unhuh"s as he gets directions. As he does, his spare hand is back on my head again. Then I feel a salty taste on my tongue, followed by a squirt, then a gush as he starts to piss in my mouth! I gag slightly, spilling some out over my chin and dripping onto my chest, but not splashing any, the gush stops and he says "One second" into the phone. It makes a beep (I presume he put it on mute) and tells me "Drink it!" in a very direct voice, one used to giving orders. Then he grips the back of my head hard and lets the flow resume, I have no choice but to start swallowing. Back to the phone "Yeah just a small problem with the plumbing" he laughs into the phone "On the way" and hangs up. Luckily this isn't a huge load of piss, it's over almost as soon as he finished the call, but I am streaming tears from the acrid taste and my unpreparedness, as he'd made no mention of piss when we were chatting. "You're one dirty bitch" he says with an evil smile "I'm going to use you again". He must have slipped his shoes on while I was sucking him, or maybe just before, because with that he grabbed his jacket and walked out the door. I feel nicely used.