Beach Diary

Beach Diary Part 2

Tommy raised the bar on our second beach vacation, which happened to coincide with Spring Break.

Initially Tommy did everything like he did from the first vacation. He gave me a morning cleansing enema, plugged me with a dildo, jerked me off and made me eat my cum. He put a butt plug in my ass and as we packed for the beach he told me I would only take alcohol up my ass - no drinking allowed.

Once we were unpacked and I was naked Tommy told me to lay down so he could feed me beer.

"You should be an old pro at this by now," he said as he injected the first of 6 beers up my ass.

It was a Thursday and it was overcast. There were few people on the beach so I had no audience to perform for Tommy corked me with the butt plug as he had done in the past. As I laid there intoxicated, Tommy put two fingers first on my lips and then told me to open my mouth. I did and he put his fingers in my mouth. He pushed them farther and farther back toward my throat until I gagged and pulled away.

"Your throat needs some training," he said as he once again moved his finger toward the back of my throat.

I gagged and pulled away again.

"See what I mean?" he stated more than asked.

"But don't worry, we'll fix this by the end of the week."

The next morning Tommy said, "Get dressed, we're going shopping."

"For what?" I asked.

"Training supplies," Tommy replied cryptically.

First stop was at a souvenir store. I aimlessly walked around while Tommy searched the shelves. He clearly was a man with a mission. He was looking for something.

"Let's go," he ordered walking toward the cash register carrying a clear tube connected to a large orange funnel that was labeled "I got wasted at Daytona."

The clerk rang in the beer funnel then looked at Tommy and said, "Ten dollars and fifty one cents. Planning to drink a lot of beer tonight?"

"Not drink," replied Tommy handing the clerk a ten and a five.

"Huh?" the clerk asked looking at Tommy.

"There's other ways to get beer inside of you besides your mouth," Tommy started, smiling at the clerk. Then, looking directly at me continued, "Right?" as if looking for a response.

The clerk looked me in the eyes and then I followed his gaze, his eyes wide, as he surveyed the chain around my neck and then the chains around my wrists.

He leaned forward over the counter half smiling to confirm that I did indeed have chains around my ankles.

"Four dollars and 49 cents is your change," he said to Tommy. Then added, "Sir."

"You got that right," Tommy said. "Let's go."

I just stood there. Frozen. Blushing.

"I said let's go. You've got beer to drink - er I mean get inside of you.:

"I looked up and noticed the clerk, almost chuckling now that he was in on Tommy's personal joke - me.

"Have a NICE day you guys," The clerk said. Then looking at me continued, :"Don't drink too much if you can help it."

We walked out and as we got in the car I turned to Tommy and said, "That was humiliating."

"Get used to it, there's more at our next stop."

I shuddered as we pulled into the parking lot of the hardware store.

"What are we going to get here?" I asked.

"I told you. training supplies," Tommy said looking sternly at me. "C'mon."

Tommy walked directly over to the rope hardware section.

"Great," I thought, "He is going to ask which ropes tie off best to my chains.

"You probably think we are here to buy rope," Tommy said to me as a handsome 18-year old college boy walked up to us.

"Can I help you?" asked the clerk.

"Do you have any stainless steel O-rings?" Tommy asked the clerk while he looked directly at me watching my eyes widen.

"I just saw a checkout guy at a souvenir store with the same look as you," Tommy said to me.

"Yes," said the clerk. "Follow me."

And Tommy did. And I did.

In the next aisle we found a selection of various sized O-rings each in a separate shrink wrapped packages.

"Will this do?" asked the clerk of Tommy.

"Too small for me," said Tommy.

"How about this one?" asked the clerk.

"Too big for him," said Tommy.

Before the clerk could figure out what was going on, Tommy pointed at another -O-ring on the pegboard display. "This one might just work."

"Let's see," Tommy said to the clerk while looking at me. "Can I take this out of the packaging to see if it is the right size - I mean I think it is - but I want to be sure."

"Uhm, O.K." said the clerk.

Tommy ripped the package, took the ring out, looked at me and said, "Come here."

I didn't move. Blushing.

"Coooommmmeeee heeeerrrrreee," Tommy said again slowly but firmly.

As I walked toward Tommy and the clerk looking at the ground I could feel myself simultaneously blushing from the and getting erect.

"Look at me," Tommy said holding the O-ring in his hand.

I complied.

"Now open your mouth. Wide," Tommy said.

I complied.

Then Tommy too the O-ring and put it in my mouth.

"Perfect fit," Tommy said to the clerk. "No tooth marks tonight."

"I gotta go." The clerk said uncomfortably.

"O.K. but I need some twine - not nylon - but a nylon mix," Tommy added. "For now."

We paid for the ring and the twine and after we got back in the car, I turned to Tommy and angrily said, "What the hell are you doing?"

Tommy stared at me steel eyed for what seemed like an eternity then spoke. "First, don't ever ask me what I am doing. Ever. Second. Well. How else am I going to recruit trainers?"

He smiled like a young boy up to no good.

My stomach almost turned when I heard Tommy say "trainers" and I was afraid to ask what he meant.

We got back to the condo and Tommy insisted I get naked right away so he could try out the funnel he got at the souvenir shop.

As I lay on my back naked on the kitchen floor, Tommy lubed the tip of the hose. He pushed it on my asshole and I squirmed.

"I can't take that" I said. "The edges. They're too sharp."

"One minute," Tommy said getting up to go in the bed room to get something.

He quickly returned concealing something silver in is hands. He knelt between my legs then lifted them resting both of my ankles on his shoulders.

"Relax," he said pushing something into my ass, "This will help a lot."

He reached down and began to do something with whatever it was he inserted in my ass. He counted out loud, "One, two, three, four..." and as he did I could feel my sphincter expanding. Each passing number seemed to stretch me wider and wider.

When he reached nineteen, I breathed hard and said, "O.K. That's enough."

"Shut up. Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two...that's it. Now that's enough. You OK?" Tommy asked.

"Yes."

"O.K. I am putting the funnel hose in now."

"I can't feel it."

"That's because your ass is stretched wide like the Grand Canyon," Tommy laughed. "Alright I am going to close the speculum and take it out."

" Speculum" I wondered to myself. "Where does he get this stuff?"

"I don't think you appreciate the amount of research and planning I put into these vacations. I look everywhere for the tools, toys, plans and situations to get you off and bring you pleasure," Tommy said.

Clearly I had been wondering aloud and not to myself.

Tommy lifted the funnel up and poured a beer in. Then another. Then another. Then another. Then another. Five beers. It was wild watching the beer and the bubbles through the clear tube connecting the funnel and my ass. I could see the progress of the liquid flowing inside me through the tube. It was flowing into me much faster than when Tommy used the enema bulb. I clenched my ass lips tight around the tube. Tommy would not be happy if I made a mess on the kitchen floor. Finally I saw the waterline for the last of the beer descending through the clear tube and into my ass.

"Ugh," I said. "That is fast... I don't think I can hold it."

"Yeah," Tommy replied. "It's because this tube is so much bigger than the typical enema nozzle you are used to. Just relax and let it go back up the hose - it is wide enough - just keep your ass clenched around the hose."

I did as Tommy instructed and I could see the beer going back up the tube to the funnel along with what must have been fecal matter from my gut.

"That's gross," I said.

"Don't worry about it. When you are ready to take it back in just let it flow back in."

Eventually my world was spinning and Tommy took out the hose and corked my ass with a butt plug.

"Just lay there for a while and enjoy the buzz. I have to work on your ring," Tommy said as he got up.

I don't know how long I was there on the floor but it was long enough for Tommy to wrap white twine all round the O-ring and then braid the ends. He came into the bathroom and asked me to sit up. Then he knelt behind me and told me to open his mouth. Once I did he put the ring in my mouth and then tied it behind my head.

"Nice fit," he said. "Is it comfortable?"

I nodded my head that it was.

Tommy removed it and then kissed the back of my head.

"You O.K.?" he inquired. "Nothing going to leak out."

"I'm O.K. What's in is staying in," I replied.

"C'mon then," Tommy said as he stood then extended me a hand to get up. "Put on your shorts. We have some recruiting to do."

While I put on my shorts I saw Tommy put the beer funnel and six beers in a brown shopping bag.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"Recruiting tools," Tommy replied.

"Aren't you going to wash the funnel?" I asked.

"Nope," Tommy said with a grin. "C'mon."

As we approached the outside hot tub we could see three guys sitting on the edge, dangling their legs in the bubbling water, drinking beer and talking to what looked like a maintenance man. (Actually more of a maintenance boy). We soon learned that the three guys in the hot tub were from the same college in the Northeast and the maintenance man - who just graduated from high school. He was asking them questions about college and college life in general.

"Can we join you," Tommy asked with a smile. "We have beer!"

"Sure" they replied in unison.

Tommy set the bag down and got in the hot tub. I started to follow and he stopped me. "You better just sit on the edge and dangle your legs like them," he said to me then turned to the others saying, "He's been drinking a lot already."

For some 15 minutes we engaged in the usual superficial chit chat people engage in when they first meet. Then Tommy shifted the conversation to drinking and drinking strategies.

"Some folks who party drink like little boys - they should have a nipple for their beer bottle," quipped Tommy.

Everybody laughed and lifted their beers to toast what men they were. I just sat there staring at the bubbling surface of the Jacuzzi. I knew what Tommy was up to.

Sure enough, a few moments later, Tommy reached in the brown bag and pulled out the orange funnel. "This how real men drink," he said.

"I don't know how to do it," One of the guys in the hot tub said.

"It is easy," said another daringly. "We should all do it together."

"I've got the beer" Tommy quickly interjected. "Let's get going."

They either didn't notice or didn't care that the funnel and hose wasn't clean. Or maybe it was the speed at which Tommy poured the beers in the funnel. But in no time the three guys had funneled a six pack - two beers each.

"Your turn," one of the guys said to Tommy.

"We are out of beer - we have to go back to the room. Why don't you come up and join us?" prompted Tommy. "We'll have a good time."

As Tommy got up he turned to the maintenance man and said "You're welcome too."

"I am only 19 and don't drink," he said.

"That's OK - you can still come up and have a good time."

With that, Tommy told everyone our room number then made each guy repeat it just to be sure.

"C'mon." Tommy said grabbing my arm and helping me up. The rush from the alcohol in my gut and the warm water caused me to lose my balance and I almost fell into the Jacuzzi.

"See I told you he has been drinking," Tommy said as we walked away. "And when he drinks, anything goes!" he shouted as we entered the building.

"Think any of them will come?" I asked Tommy as we road up to our unit in the elevator.

"Free liquor. Sure will. The will show up and they will come," Tommy said assuredly. "We have to get you ready."

When we got to our condo unit Tommy immediately instructed me to take a shower and remove the plug from my ass. I found myself optimistic about the night should the college boys show up. While I showered self I fantasized about fucking their tight drunk college asses.

As I emptied myself in the shower, I noticed how good it felt to relieve the pressure I had felt for most of the vacation. Yet I also felt, in a strange way, empty.

No sooner had I finished my shower and toweled off when Tommy entered the steamy bathroom carrying hair clippers, shaving cream and a straight edge razor.

"What's that for?" I asked, completely oblivious to what was coming.

"It's for you." Tommy replied. "I want you pretty for our guests when they arrive."

"O.K. have at it," I said, still thinking I would be part of the party to come and not a party favor.

I leaned back against the sink and Tommy used the clippers to remove all of the hair around my crotch. As I gazed down at my cock, I felt strangely naked and exposed.

"You know I have had all of that hair down there since I was 14," I said.

"Soon you will look 13 again," Tommy replied.

And with that he lathered me up and used the straight edge to remove any sign of hair above my cock, around my cock, on my ball sac and under my ball sac.

"There you go, 13 again." Tommy said, surveying his work. "Now comb your hair and put some gel in it - I will be right back."

I looked down at my cock. It was rock hard and without all the distracting hair it looked huge. I combed my hair and put some gel in it so it would stay in place - I even brushed my teeth - all the while fantasying about my upcoming conquest tonight over the college boys.

Tommy came up behind me and put his hands on my waist. I lowered my hands from my hair and face and rested them on his hands. We looked at each other in the mirror.

"You're hot," he said disarmingly.

I smiled at him.

Suddenly he grasped my wrists and pulled them behind my back. Zip! I heard the zip tie as it tightened around the dog chains on my wrists.

He looked at me through my reflection and added, "Hot, but untrained."

"But" I said.

"But nothing." Tommy interrupted. "What did you think? Did you think you were going to get to fuck college boys tonight?"

Tommy laughed as he pushed me so I was bent over the bathroom sink. I felt lubrication and then the tip of a huge dildo pressing on my hole.

"I know you're loose - just lean back," he said.

"But that is three times as wide as the butt plug."

"O.K. then don't lean back."

And with that Tommy proceeded to penetrate me with the dildo.

He put his right arm around my chest and while holding the dildo in place with his left hand, forced me to stand up.

"I want you to sit down against the bathtub with your head against the glass rub door," Tommy directed as he guided me to walk backward and then sit down all the while holding the dildo firmly in place. I flinched as I sat down. The dildo against the floor seemed to penetrate deeper into my ass.

Tommy pressed his right hand against my chest and pushed my back against the cold tub and glass. He quickly reached behind the open bathroom door and pulled out what looked like a broomstick with eyehooks screwed into each end as well as one in the middle. Zip! I heard the zip tie as it tightened around the dog chains on my ankles securing each ankle to the eyelets on each end of the broomstick.

Tommy pushed the broomstick back toward the bathtub and as he did so my feet were forced to move closer to my butt and my center of gravity shifted. I was a tripod against the bathtub - my knees bent up high and my feet flat on the floor centering most of my weight on my core - firmly planting me on the dildo.

"Uggh," I said. "I can't take this."

"You can and you will," Tommy said looking at me with loving but resolute eyes. "Now be quiet, I have a few more things to do before our guests arrive."

Before I could reply, Tommy reached into the back pocket of his shorts and pulled out what looked like a shoe lace. He proceeded to tie this around my ball sac and then secured it to the third eye hook in the center of the broom stick.

"There we go," said Tommy. "I would want you stretching out your legs and tripping anybody."

Tommy then turned toward the bathroom sink and opening the cabinet under the sink produced a piece of climbing rope tied with what looked like a hangman's noose on the end. Before I could say anything, Tommy had the rope around my neck and had it tied off to the towel rack on the tub's sliding glass doors.

"No zip ties?" I said sarcastically. "What's the sense of me wearing a chain around my neck if you are not going to use it?"

"Choose your next words wisely because you won't be saying much for the rest of the evening," said Tommy as he walked out of the bathroom.

A few moments later, Tommy returned with the O-ring.

"Open up," he said with a smile.

It was then that I realized what his plans were for me and the college guys. I don't know why I hadn't put anything together until that point. I was too distracted by the prospect of fucking someone for once instead of always being fucked. I was too distracted by the swiftness in which Tommy immobilized me. I was too distracted by the assortment of toys and tools and ropes and other equipment that Tommy had so thoughtfully hidden in the bathroom.

"Any last words?" Tommy asked.

"Wait..."

Before I could finish my sentence Tommy had the O-ring planted firmly in my mouth, forcing my jaws wide open and was tying it behind my head.

"I really don't care about your last words" said Tommy. "I just needed to distract you one more time so I could put the ring in and..."

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Oh, I think the guests are here," said Tommy a devilish smile across his face.

I looked up at him with pleading tear-filled eyes.

He must have noticed because as he exited the bathroom, before he shut the door, he looked at me and said, "Don't worry baby. I love you and won't let anything bad happen to you. It's just for one night. You'll be OK."

I could hear voices muffled in the kitchen next to the bathroom. It was hard to make out what people were saying but I was able to surmise that only two of the college boys showed up. The third, it seems, was passed out back in their condo unit.

"Where's Griffin?" I clearly heard someone ask Tommy.

"He is in the bathroom," Tommy replied. "We'll be with him shortly. Shooters anyone?"

They didn't connect what Tommy said. But I did. They probably thought, in their drunken state, that Tommy said "He'll join us shortly." But I heard what he said and I knew what was about to happen. It was only a matter of time.

So there I sat, impaled on a dildo, my legs spread wide and tied to a bar that was secured to my scrotum forcing me to sit back with my weight centered over that dildo. My head was pulled back by a hangman's noose forcing me to sit up straight. My mouth was wide open because of the O-ring. I could do nothing but sit there. Drooling on myself. Erect. Dribbling pre-cum. Waiting.

It seemed like hours, sitting there drooling and dribbling. Then suddenly I heard the door open.

"Come in here and see for yourself" I heard Tommy's voice.

Tommy walked in and the two collage boys walked in behind him.

"What the fuck?!" they said in unison, looking at each other.

"I told you, when he drinks anything goes!"

The two college boys stood there in silence looking at me then looking at Tommy then looking at me again. I could see them swaying back and forth - evidence of the alcohol they consumed.

"Look," said Tommy. "You aren't going to go out to a bar to get laid tonight. Neither of you is up to driving a vehicle and anywhere you go no one will serve you nor let you in. So this is your only option unless you are planning to go back to your condo and fuck your passed out buddy or fuck each other before you each pass out."

Silence permeated the bathroom for what seemed like an eternity. I could hear the sink dripping.

The Tommy broke the silence with some coaxing, "Go on fuck his mouth. He isn't closing it - you don't have to worry about teeth."

"Who goes first?" they asked in unison looking at each other.

Tommy laughed then said, "You two seem to talk at the same time - I think you should fuck his mouth at the same time."

The two college guys pulled down their shorts and walked toward me semi-hard. Tommy put his hand on their shoulders to stop them as they tried to put both of their cocks in my mouth at the same time.

Tommy spoke loudly but firmly, saying, "What I meant by 'at the same time' is one person fucks his mouth a little bit then takes a break and the other one gives it a try. You can go much deeper if you go one at a time. Have either of you been deep throated before?"

They both looked at Tommy clearly confused.

"Ughh," Tommy let out a groan and a sigh. " Look, you, put your hands on the towel rack on either side of his head and center yourself."

One of the college guys followed the instructions.

"Now put your dick in his mouth," Tommy added. "Farther. Farther. Good"

I started to gag.

"Don't worry he'll be fine," Tommy assured him. "Don't stop. Keep going until you can't go any farther."

My face was red, I was drooling buckets. Choking. And I couldn't help but notice that first guy's cock was smaller than the second guy's cock -shorter but fatter. I felt panicked.

He pulled out enough so I caught my breath and then he shoved his cock all the way back in. I choked again.

"You got it," coached Tommy. "Now you want to give it a try?" Tommy asked the other college boy.

"Sure" he replied.

He must have been carefully watching because he knew just what to do. His cock was a lot more slender than the first guy but it was longer so it didn't fill my mouth in quite the same way but significantly penetrated my throat. I feared I might puke.

He slowly and deeply fucked my mouth and when he pulled out his cock it was covered with mucous.

The first guy eagerly said it was his turn and they swapped. Clearly, if they had any issue about sex with another guy they had gotten over it. Or were too horny to care.

They both continued to take turns fucking my mouth for about ten minutes. During that time, I noticed that my gag reflex seemed less than it was when we started a few moments ago. I mean there was still a reaction when the tip of each cock reached the back of my throat but I guess I was more relaxed about it. I guess I was more accepting.

Suddenly the first guy started to tense up and his breathing sped up. He started slamming his cock into my mouth in a frantic, sloppy way -even missing the gaping hole created from the O-ring a few times and fucking the air around my head like a small dog in heat.

"Slow down cowboy," Tommy said resting his right hand on the college guy's left shoulder. "Go slowly. Let his mouth do the work for you. And when you feel like you are ready to cum just push all the way in and let the convulsions of his gagging throat bring you to orgasm."

Sure enough, a few minutes later, I felt cum shooting at the back of my throat then filling my mouth. When he pulled out a trail of cum connected his dick with my lips then dribbled down my face. I attempted to swallow as he moved back.

As soon as the first college guy stepped away, the second guy - the one with the slender but longer cock - took his place. He clearly was paying attention because he needed no coaching from Tommy. He fucked my mouth slowly and methodically. I coughed each time he thrust into me. A few minutes later I could feel him tensing up, his sweat dripping off his stomach onto my nose. I knew that when he came it would not be easy like the first guy so I concentrated on getting full breaths so I would not pass out from lack of air.

"I am going to cum!" he shouted.

And, just as he did with the first guy, Tommy put his right hand on his left shoulder and told him to let my throat do the work. The college boy slid his cock down my throat and this time he stayed there. With my nose pressed up against his pelvis buried in his pubic hair I couldn't breathe. .I started gagging and instinctively tried to pull away but I could not.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" he said as he moved his hands from the towel rack on the glass doors to the back of my head.

He pulled my head forward and I felt my stomach turn while I continued gagging. I felt myself vomiting. The contents of my stomach came up into my throat and with nowhere to go I was forced to swallow it again. His cum blasted down my throat for what seemed like an eternity. No cum in my mouth this time. When he pulled out there was no sign that he even came.

Both college guys looked at Tommy and said "Thanks that was great." Neither said a word to me nor even looked at me.

They left the bathroom quickly and Tommy followed them out to the door. I figured the reality of what they just did was setting in and they needed to get out of there, get back to their condo, lie down, pass out and pretend it was all dream.

I strained to hear their goodbyes then panicked when I heard Tommy clearly ask, "Same time tomorrow?"

I heard the door shut and then heard Tommy go to the fridge and open a beer. He came back in the bathroom and leaned against the door frame. Smiling at me he said, "See baby I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you. Now let's get you untied."

I couldn't wait for him to release my jaw from its tormented position so I could ask him about his "same time tomorrow" comment but as he reach around my head to untie the cord we both clearly heard a knock on the door.

He paused and listened.

Knock. Knock.

"Hold on," Tommy said, then stood up and quickly walked out of the bathroom, pulling the door to shut it behind him. But, in his hurry, the door did not shut all the way, so this time I could clearly hear the conversation. It was the 19 year old maintenance guy.

"Everybody's gone," Tommy said. "And we we're just about to go to bed. Sorry, party's over."

"That's too bad. Well some other time," said the maintenance man.

I expected that would be it. Then I heard the maintenance man's voice getting louder as he said "Would you mind if I took a leak before I go - I have to take a monstrous piss" and walked right into the bathroom.

Tommy quickly followed him in, a look of concern on his face.

Setting up two intoxicated college guys was one thing. But an employee of the condo development? A sober employee of the condo development? That was quite another.

"I can explain," Tommy said.

The maintenance man looked at Tommy then at me then at Tommy again.

"That's fucking hot," he said.

I could sense the wheels turning in Tommy's brain and he quickly regained his composure then asked, "Why don't you piss down his throat?"

"Would he mind?" asked the maintenance guy.

"Does he look like he'd mind?" replied Tommy.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Tommy and I had talked about watersports before and I told him I didn't like the idea. "Urine is nasty" I said. "Not for me."

"How can you tell?" The maintenance man asked Tommy.

"Look at his cock - it is ready to explode at the thought of swallowing your piss," said Tommy pointing at my hard-on.

I couldn't look down because of the noose but knew from the sensation that they were correct: my cock was ready to explode! Could I really be turned on from the thought of drinking another guy's piss?

The maintenance man walked over to me and pulled his cock out his pants. He put his left hand under my chin so I could look up at him while he held his cock with his right hand.

"Now listen," he said. "I am going to put my cock in your mouth and I don't want you doing anything. Don't move your tongue, Don't move your head. Don't even swallow until I tell you to. If I get hard I am going to have a hard time pissing. So don't get me hard. Understand?"

I nodded.

"Now because your mouth is held open I am going to have to put the palm of each hand on your cheeks to block my pee from running out the sides of your mouth. OK?"

I nodded again.

He closed his eyes for a moment then put his dick in my mouth. He pushed forward so my face was buried in his crotch. I could feel him peeing and he told me to swallow, as if I had any choice.

Once he finished using me as his own personal toilet he started to take his dick out then slowly went back in.

I shifted my eyes toward him and saw him looking down at me.

"What?" he asked, smiling at me. "You thought you were through?"

As his dick grew in my mouth I could tell it was as wide as the first college guy's and as long as the second's.

I knew what I was in for. And gladly accepted it. Tommy just watched and smiled. I gagged a little. And when he came, his dick clogging my throat, I regurgitated his piss from my stomach. But it had nowhere to go and I was forced to swallow it again. And gladly did so. I was trained.

Once he came he looked at Tommy then looked down at my throbbing, pre-cum-dripping cock.

"I think it's your turn," he said as he laid down on his stomach in front of me and started sucking on my cock.

"And it's mine!" exclaimed Tommy.

Tommy stood, straddling, over the maintenance man, pulled out his cock and placed it in my eager, trained mouth.

As the soft sucking motions of the maintenance guy brought me to climax I felt the warm salty sensation of Tommy's piss cascading down my throat.

I couldn't wait until the same time tomorrow.