Piss and Cum Slut. Use and Leave.

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James stood in front of the mirror,  naked. He looked at his slightly saggy body rubbing one hand up and down his cock. Yesterday, at least as far as everyone else was concerned, he was a married 50 year old straight Male, today, he though to himself as he held his cock tight, and stared into his own eyes, it was time to stop lying. 

Yesterday, his wife had left him. He was saddened by the days events, but he knew he had led a lie for too long. About a month earlier,  he had deliberately left open his laptop open, displaying a previously very well hidden folder of porn for his wife to find. She knew he had saved countless files of what she called "dubious material", which she found irritating but chose to ignore, however she had never known how wrong she was about the content of those files. She chose to say nothing for several weeks until the previous night.  

James was alone in the apartment.  Most of his wives possessions had gone as she had started removing them weeks ago while James was at work, who knows where they went, last night she announced her decision to leave and packed up 4 cases of clothes and left. It was a relief to finally be honest with himself, but it was a very difficult day. He knew he had to embrace what he had wanted for many years and he had to do it today. 

His phone buzzed. It wasn't the first time,  in fact it had been buzzing repeatedly for the last half hour.  The profile he had up was simple; Piss and Cum Slut. Use and Leave. "James, James, James", he murmured to himself, "What have you got yourself into."  His other hand was holding a length of tubing with one of those push on connectors to fit the bathroom taps. "Better get ready" he spoke out loud to himself. His heart rate was pounding and his cock swelled in his hand.

 

Edited October 18, 2020 by tintedwhite

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James felt the warm water filling him, just the pleasant sensation of the warm water at first, then slowly that feeling of his bowels straining against the increasing volume of water until he could contain it no longer. He laid down in his bathtub and let the water explode from him, the warm brown liquid pooled around his body and he didn't care, in fact, he ran his fingers through the solid matter, squeezed it tight and watched it ooze between his fingers. James treasured all of his bodily fluids and treated them all as special gifts with which he had been blessed.

Four rinses later, he was running clear and he was confident his job was done. He ran his fingers over his hole, it was nice and swollen from forcing the water out repeatedly and he found himself just running one finger round and round his hole. His clock was hard and leaking precum. He ran his finger over the top and tasted it. His precum was normally so sweet, but today it was just a mixture of the lube he used to get the pipe inside him, the remnants of his bowel contents, the usual sweetness was largely masked, but he didn't care. He used the slippery contents of the bathtub currently coating his hands to begin stroking his already hard cock, cleaning out always turned him on, so he was barely 3 strokes in before he blew his load and warm sticky cum was dribbling down his hand. He sat up, licked the cum from his hands and reached forward to turn on the shower. 

He felt clean, inside and out after a nice hot shower, although he had needed to shower twice. Just after his first shower, James had developed the incredible urge to urinate, it always happenned when he was cleaning out.  Not one to want to waste anything, James had shut off the shower and laid back down in the bath and allowed his bladder to empty, directing the flow across his body. He shuffled down the bathtub and raised his legs up vertically against the bathroom wall too allow him to direct the flow of piss to his face.  James opened his mouth and captured the pale yellow liquid until his mouth was overflowing then with a large gulp, he swallowed it. He coughed and spluttered as he really new it was to much to swallow in one go and much of it ended up spraying into the air, trying again, he just let the piss fill his mouth and flow down the side of his face until his bladder was empty. He squirted the warm yellow liquid from his mouth across his body and led down in the bathtub in pools of his own warm piss. Once he began to feel a bit cold, he stood up and restarted the shower. 

James began  looking at his freshly cleaned body as the steam from the mirror cleared, he was glowing pink from the excessive amount of hot water he had been using. He cupped his balls in one hand and gripped his cock with the other, freshly shaved, they both felt smooth as he massaged them both until he was hard again. He dried himself down and went off to the bedroom. The room looked bigger than normal, James smiled to himself and thought about the enormous amount of clothing and makeup that normally filled the room, he had no idea how big the room truly was. He stripped off the bed and laid out the fresh sheets. He laughed at the idea of changing the sheets literally just before what he was about to do, but he wanted everything to start off clean, including himself.  

Bed made, he dragged everything else from the room to clear the floor,  this didn't take long as it was only a chair from either side of the bed and a small set of drawers, he had let his wife Jayna take the rest of the furniture as he never used it. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared out the window, only then realizing he was still naked had been parading naked in front of the open windows for any passers by to see. Had anybody actually seen anything, probably not, but James liked to think they had.

The lights were off, the front door was unlocked and he had closed every door in the house except the bedroom door. Music was playing on shuffle, but playing in an unobtrusive manner, more to give something to listen to while waiting than anything else,  though currently it was playing some odd european techno music that James had forgotten he even owned. He appreciated the constant pulsing and throbbing of the baseline, it was heightening the mood. 30 minutes previously he had updated his profile, put 7pm as a  start time; his old fashioned red LED alarm clock glowed in the corner of the room, it read 6.59. He waited wondering if anyone would actually show, how long would he have to lie here, he looked over again. 7.01.  The music switched to some chirpy boy band harping on about love, so he stabbed at his phone until the speaker fell silent, at that exact instant, he heard the front door open.