My throat burned from all the cigarettes I’d smoked, and shots of whiskey I’d drank. Sitting at this bar for the last several hours was beginning to bore me. I had seen several interesting-looking men, but just didn’t seem to have the motivation to approach any of them. I figured I’d spend another night at home alone, jacking myself lazily, was what I had to look forward to. I was wrong.
I stepped up from my barstool and headed to the john to take a last piss before I walked down the block to my small apartment to retire for the night. My head was foggy from the booze, but I was able to walk alright, I wasn’t dizzy or anything. I made my way to the bathroom and entered, walking twords the line up of urinals on the wall. As I stood before the urinal and fumbled with my jeans, I heard the door swing open and footsteps enter the john.
I turned my head and saw a nice-looking stud come up to the urinal next to me, and proceed to take out his cock. He looked to be somewhere between 25 or 30, and was pretty muscular. He had a nice face, with big green eyes and reddish whiskers on his chin. His hair was also reddish and cut short in back, but longer in the front. I found him pretty appealing. I had by then taken my own cock out of my pants and was holding it, waiting to piss. I watched as he took his long cock from his pants, and he looked over at me as he felt my eyes on him. His cock was halfway hard, but it didn’t stop him from pissing at all. He pulled on it a time or two, pushing and pulling his foreskin over its big purple head, and then pulled it back one last time and began to piss.
But once this attractive stud started letting the piss flow from his cock, he abruptly turned just a bit and aimed it on my cock. This guy was pissing on my dick! Somehow I managed to stand still after he surprised me with this act, and just let my cock get pissed on by this stranger. I still had my one hand holding it, and as the moments passed and I felt this guy’s hot piss on me, I started to become erect and pulling a little on my own cock. As I did, I felt his piss hitting my hand. It was strangely exciting to me. I looked this guy in the face as he continued to piss on my now hard cock, and he met my eyes with a smile. I was starting to notice that not only was his piss spashing onto my hand, but the fly of my jeans as well. A big wet spot was beginning to appear on the front of my jeans. But at that moment his stream of piss subsided, and he started stroking his meat again with droplets of piss still leaking from it.
I looked down at my own wet, hard cock, and I really had to piss at this point. It was a bit distracting, having this sexy guy standing next to me, jerking. But I did the best I could to block that from my thoughts so I could empty my bladder too. I closed my eyes and was able to start pissing. As soon as I did, the guy dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth. This fucker was drinking my piss! I had never pissed into someone’s mouth before, but I hafta tell ya, it felt awesome. The guy took my pissing cock all the way to his throat and swallowed fast and hungrily. I couldn’t help moaning, it really felt good. I put my hand on the back of his head, as if I needed to hold it there. This guy wasn’t going anywhere till I was finished pissing. I could see that he was really into it. After a few more moments, he had completely drained me, and I waited for him to release my cock from his jaws. He didn’t seem to want to do that, he just kept his mouth on my wet cock and started moving up and down my shaft. I pulled my meat from him and said, “No, not here. I live right down the street. Why don’tcha come on over?”
The guy stood up quickly and put his cock back into his pants.
“Sounds great man, I’m ready.” I went to put my own cock away for the short walk home, and realized how wet the front of my pants were. Oh well, I figured that it wouldn’t be the first time the bartender saw a guy with wet pants. But he didn’t even notice as we slipped out the door together.
The sexy stranger followed close to me as we walked briskly twords my apartment. We were there in no time, and he was following me up the stairs like a stray puppy. This was feeling a little strange at this point, we didn’t even know each other’s names or exchanged hardly any words. Both of us only had one thing on our minds apparently. Getting off.
As I swung the door open and he followed me inside my small front room, his hand quickly went to the wet buldge in my pants. He squeezed my cock hard and came forward to kiss me on the mouth. I didn’t resist, and met his open mouth with mine and he sucked my tongue hungrily. He broke the kiss and started fumbling with my fly, and said, “Man that was so hot drinking your piss from you. I’m so glad you let me..I haven’t been fed for days.”
“So you’re really into that, huh,” I said, “a regular piss pig.” “Oh definetly. But it dosen’t stop there, sexy. Let me show you all the ways I can please you and be your slave.” This sounded good to me. He had now gotten my pants undone and went to his knees in front of me once again, pulling my jeans to my ankles. I slipped off my shoes and stepped from my pants, as my hard cock swung in his face. I played into the game he seemed to like so well. “Ok, you dirty little bitch, suck that cock good,” I said as I started forcing his mouth on my dick again. “Suck me you little piss slave.” My words excited him and he stared eagerly sucking my cock. As he did I once again held his head tight to my groin and tried to choke him with my throbbing meat. He opened his throat for my cock and let me in as far as it could go. I then began to fuck his pretty face forcefully, moaning as I did, spitting out various degrading remarks.
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