Getting Covered - Part 4 - Gay Encounters, Urination
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This is part 4 of this ongoing story.
This series is a compilation of real life encounters and fantasy merged together. It will depict many different fetish themes over the subsequent chapters. If you are not interested in m/m kinky gay sex, this is not for you. If you are, get ready!
I stepped onto the elevator, face beaming (and dripping), excited to suck a familiar cock.
While it wouldn't be another thick, creamy facial - DC always shot tons and loved me swallowing every last drop of his British seed - it would be another load to add to my tally for the day.
He was in his fifties, handsome, had an average body, and a giant uncut cock. We had met years ago, back when I was only starting to admit to myself, and others, just how much I loved getting on my knees. I was shrugging the "masc dom top" image I usually presented.
DC and I met for a drink after an in-depth conversation on Scruff. We shared a love for an anonymous blow-and-go and public scenes but also the fear and hesitation for the risk that was associated with it. After two beers and a successful mutual interest, I brought him back to my place and blew him on my roof.
Our encounters were always quick with no reciprocation and incredibly convenient since he lived two blocks from me. He traveled often so sometimes, like that time, it had been months since I had his nine inches sliding down my throat.
As I stepped off the elevator, ignoring the confused looks from the woman who joined my descent a floor after me, I pulled out my phone to let DC know I could be there ASAP. As I did I saw a notification reminding me of the Zoom meeting in thirty minutes.
In all of my unexpected excitement and horniness for a day being used as a cum rag, I was barely paying attention to my actual job.
"Have a meeting in thirty, can come after?"
"Come now, Daddy has a weeks-long load. Won't take long to feed you."
It was like the universe was supporting my efforts to be a total cum slut on that gray winter day.
"On my way!"
"Good boy. I have a surprise for you."
I practically ran the few blocks from the hotel to his apartment, almost knocking down multiple pedestrians along the way. I wanted to know what the surprise was for sure but mostly I was hungry for cum.
The thought of taking an early day off of work didn't even occur to me The time crunch as well as the secrecy of doing all this while supposedly working only turned me on more.
I took some deep breaths in the elevator to calm my nervous excitement as I reentered that submissive mindset - the one that had me squeezing in a swallowing before my next meeting in the first place.
DC was always into the anonymous scene - we had talked about "randomly" meeting at one of the seedy adult bookstores nearby so I could blow him in one of the video booth glory holes. He loved coming over and getting head on my roof and we've texted about "running into each other" at the Rambles - a wooded area in Central Park known for cruising.
We got in the habit over the last few times of trying to recreate as much of a "stranger" situation as we could. I knew the door would be unlocked and he would be waiting in his darkened bedroom, stroking his thick meat, waiting for me to get to work without a word.
I pushed his door open and what I saw made me smile from ear to ear as my cock sprang to life. The surprise was an at-home gloryhole - a thick fabric doorway cover with a large hole at waist level and two thin slits on either side presumably for his hands to reach through.
I slipped off my backpack and coat in one go and dropped to my knees, noticing the little brown bottle at the corner of the doorframe. DC loved getting me poppered up and let him use my mouth as his personal fleshlight. Needless to say, I was in the right mood for that, uncapping the bottle and taking a long inhale in each nostril.
As I was about to lean my face into the hole, his pale, semi-hard, hooded shlong came into view.
"You like?" he whispered.
"Yes sir!"
I didn't know or care if he was referring to his dick or the gloryhole surprise - I loved both.
With the video cleaner tingling my senses I eagerly leaned my face in to rub it against the length of his shaft, inhaling deeply through my nose warming it on the heat from his trimmed bush. The one thing DC and I never saw eye to eye on was musk, while I couldn't get enough, he had no interest. That day the only thing my nostrils were tickled with were traces of soap.
His massive meat thickened along my cheek and while I normally gave DC a slow, sloppy worship - I didn't have the time today.
I pulled back and sucked his shaft all the way down my throat, taking advantage of its still somewhat softened state, massaging it with my tongue as it started to expand. I swallowed as he lengthened and hardened, using my throat muscles the way I knew he liked.
"Good boy," he whispered and I could tell he was resisting forcing his hips forward.
I did my best to breathe through my nose with him lodged against my airways but it had been a while since I had throated such a big dick and the poppers were wearing off. I pulled back until just the head was in my mouth. My tongue slipped inside his foreskin, swirled around his spongey head and was rewarded with a few slimy drops of precum as my hand reached down for the bottle.
It was perfect timing too, while I was pulling deep inhales off the poppers, I could hear DC doing the same on the other side and I knew what was about to happen.
Right when I started to feel the rush of poppers again, I held my head in place and the thick British dong was pushing back down my throat with force. I felt my airways expand as DC thrust back and forth, fucking my mouth with an aggressive rhythm. Drool spilled from my lips, his heavy, full balls slapped my chin with every thrust.
My cock was painfully hard from the oral abuse, I knew if I groped my cum-covered bulge too much I'd be adding my load too soon.
I was loving being used, hearing the wet slurping, squelching sounds as tears ran down my jizz-coated face. I could smell the traces of poppers and the lingering spunk from two strangers in my mustache. My cock was painfully hard from the oral abuse, I knew if I groped my cum-covered bulge too much I'd be adding my load too soon.
I suppressed my gag reflexes and let DC keep pounding my face, knowing the longer I allowed his aggressive thrusts, the sooner I'd be rewarded.
I felt like such a slut, such a cum hungry pig, I held myself in place for as long as I could until it was too much.
I pulled off, coughing and sputtering as saliva ran from my mouth. I didn't want DC to lose momentum so I grabbed his spit-lubed shaft and gave it a rapid fisting, gliding up and down as his hips bucked back and forth, making the thick fabric separating us flap in the doorway. I kept up my pumping and extended my tongue underneath his giant rod, lapping at his smooth sensitive sack knowing his nuts were churning with what I had gone there for.
"Swallow Daddy, boy," DC whispered and I knew he was close.
Even though I was beyond turned on and desperately hungry for his load, the impending meeting I had lingered in the back of my mind. I had no idea what time it was so I knew what I had to do.
I was still gasping but I took another deep inhale as I moved my face back into position and replaced my fist with my mouth.
He thrust all the way in and out a few times and with my eyes clenched, and body tense I held firmly in place when I felt his hands grip my hair. He fucked my throat faster, the dark apartment was filled with wet gagging sounds. I was sweating, drooling, my eyes were tearing but I knew he was close, and my own hard cock continued to leak in my sticky jock.
He held me down, my nose crushed against his pubes and my gag reflexes massaged his shaft, my throat muscles were contracting involuntarily around the British meat lodged inside me.
"FUCK!" he growled.
I felt his body tremble and his cock spasm as the first jet of spunk shot down my throat. Then another, and another. I did my best to swallow as quickly as he filled my gullet but it was too much and I had to pull back. I was gasping for air as his giant, dripping dick bounce free, jumping as three more ropes of spunk landed on my chin and chest, adding to my collection.
I could hear DC grunting behind the curtain, his breath shook as his body convulsed and a big smile curled up my lips. I leaned forward, swallowed him all the way down, making him quiver, then slipped back to his hooded head, to clean off the tender skin and piss slit from every last drop of his sweet spunk until he pulled away - he always got so sensitive post-orgasm.
"Thank you," I whispered between breaths, my body slumped forward while I instinctively rubber the new strands of cum into my chest hair and across my tank top.
He was panting and I could see through the hole he had gripped the base of his slowly deflating member. I was about to lean back on my heels to push myself off the floor and stretch my knees when his other hand reached through the arm slit and held my neck.
Did he have more cum? Did he want another round of pummeling my throat? As much as I would've loved another go, I had my fucking meeting. I was about to say something when all of a sudden I saw his low-hanging balls jump. I felt a blast of hot wet liquid hit my chin. Then another spurt on my chest.
"Oh fuck," I gasped in delighted surprise - he was pissing on me.
There was a long pause before the third short burst splattered my cum-covered chest again before he let out a sigh and released my neck.
DC and I had talked about watersports before. He had been turned on by the thought of hosing me down but was regrettably too pee-shy to make it happen. The protection and secrecy of the gloryhole must have given him enough privacy to try it, even if it was only a few small spurts.
I wanted to ask him if there was more coming but I knew the rules about talking during our "anonymous sessions." So when his delicious hanging cock backed away from the hole, I knew my task had been completed.
I grabbed my stuff off the ground, pushed myself up, and slipped out of his darkened apartment after a quick peek to make sure the coast was clear.
I took the stairs, pulling my coat and bag on not wanting the judgment if anyone was in the elevator. I slipped my phone from my pocket, planning to use the camera to check just how obvious the mess we made was but the time on my home screen sent me into a panic - I only had seven minutes until my meeting.
With my head down and pants tented, I ran home with a fresh smattering of British seed. The piss soaking my tank top only excited me more - I knew as I bobbed and weaved through the unsuspecting pedestrians, I was looking to get covered in more than just spunk after my meeting.
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