Knight in Shining Tow Truck - Part 5 - Gay Urination/Encounters
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"Don't worry, Daddy is going to take good care of his piggy boy," John says with a smile after seeing a hint of worry on my face.
"Hold those legs up."
I comply, grabbing onto my calves, realizing I still had my dress socks on.
I watch his face disappear between my open legs. I felt his tongue poking at my used, dripping entrance, forcing its way in as I clenched, not wanting to spill the river of cum on his face at first, but his aggressive licking allowed my body to relax. If his second load was any indication, there was plenty of his first in me to help lube my tender hole for round two.
"Oh yeah, push out Daddy's load from your hairy hole," he growls again and I can feel his hot cum leaking from my puffy lips as he laps at it, getting it wet and ready.
I'm moaning loud and resisting every urge to play with my dripping pole, not wanting to blow until he is back inside me.
"Fuck me," I whisper.
He grunts in reply but continues working me over with his tongue.
"Fuck me, Daddy," I say louder, pleading.
His face pops up from between my stretched thighs, his stubble glistening in a mixture of our sweat, piss, cum, and spit.
"Well, when you ask like that," he says with a wicked grin.
He grabs my legs, twisting my waist so one leg is on the mattress and the other is over his shoulder. I feel his head lining up at my sloppy hole as he puts a foot up on the mattress.
"Fuck!" we both groan out.
His from the pleasure of being back inside my warm wet hole, me in shock as he forced himself all the way in, in one thrust. All his tongue work, his first load dripping from me and his cum coated cock all helped loosen and lube me up but it was a painful shock as his thick meat stretched me open again. He held himself all the way in, still, and watched my face intently as I slowly relaxed.
"That's it, Daddy's got you now."
I just smile in response and flex around his shaft, signaling to him it's ok to start thrusting. I have never felt like such a desperate bottom but I needed another rough pounding from this sweaty, raunchy, sexy, hick.
He gives me a few gentle, slow courtesy pumps, allowing my hole to adjust as his thickness grazes my prostate and makes my dick dribble. I can't help the soft moans of pleasure escaping my lips as he begins to pick up his pace and start slamming deep into me. The way I never knew I needed and now couldn't get enough of.
"Oh fuck" I start whimpering on repeat again as I feel him hitting my prostate at a whole new angle.
It's rough and loud and feels so good as his sweat starts dripping down on me.
At one point he slams into me and holds himself there while adjusting his stance, next thing I know his big smelly, sweaty bare foot is pressing down on my face and he's picking up speed, pumping in and out of me, churning all his seed inside me. I know the position well but not from this side of it, I was learning why so many of my bottoms loved it and could hear my moans getting louder. I can't get enough of how he's dominating me like such a little bitch. I can feel my balls churning, close to exploding again.
The internal massage, the situation leading up to this, the ripe smells of testosterone, piss, sex, cum filling the room are all driving me insane. They're too much, I haven't even touched my cock but I know it won't take many more thrusts before I'm erupting again.
I couldn't get the words out as I was groaning like an animal but John could tell I was getting close and abruptly pulled out of me.
"Not yet!" he pants as if he knew what was about to happen.
"Please fuck me! Don't Stop! Please! Fuck the cum out of me again."
"Please who?"
"Please, Daddy!"
He has my spread ankles in his hands and pulls them up to sniff my feet again. He licks the thin socks spread across my feet, sucking at the fabric of all the mix of fluids on them, and puts one of his big feet back in my face. Eager to please him so I can get him back inside me. I felt empty and desperate. His foot smell is strong. Stinky feet were never my thing, for all the smells I love, sweaty feet did nothing for me, neither did feet in general, but right now, I couldn't get enough of his as I worked my tongue around and in between his toes, sucking them into my mouth, savoring a new smell of his.
This didn't last too long before I felt him force back into me. This time the rough intrusion felt great, desperate to be filled by his cock again with my legs wrapped around his neck.
He wasted no time picking up speed and was pistoning in and out of me. Out of nowhere, he held his nasty briefs over my nose and mouth, then shoved it in like a gag. It smelled better than before and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I never knew giving up control could be so fucking hot and I never want to stop being his little pig boy.
"Daddy's going to fill his boy's cunt again. Flood his tight pussy with his baby batter. Knock him up."
This kind of dirty talk always made me roll my eyes but was just adding to the excitement. I reached up and grabbed his nipples which caused him to pump faster while letting out a long loud growl. I twisted at the hardwired nubs as his sweat poured down on me. He slapped my face and then ripped the makeshift gag from my mouth, spitting in my mouth again. I spat back and we did it back and forth a few times in between a couple of firm smacks across my face.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I practically screamed and I feel him wrap his big hands around my throat and slam harder into me.
My cock lurched, spasmed, and started spewing fresh hot ropes of my seed between us as his mouth covered mine and his tongue forced its way in my mouth, practically licking my tonsils. I clawed at his back and tighten my legs around him pulling him as close to me as I could, coating us in the mess of my second hands-free orgasm. I could feel his assault continue inside me as my body clenched and convulsed and clamped down on his pistoning cock, milking it for another explosion inside me.
He was groaning in my mouth as I felt his cock flex inside me. Filling me up with even more of his seemingly never-ending supply of seed as he continued to brutally fuck my cunt.
I practically blacked out at one point it was so intense and he collapses on top of me.
We lay there in a sweaty, sticky heap, panting and gasping for air. His strong body crushing into me as we caught our breath. I felt his softening cock slip from my well fucked hole and did my best to clench, wanting to keep as much of his seed in me for as long as I could.
He finally rolled off me, slid an arm under my neck, and yanked me to his wet chest. We lay there in silence, panting and dripping.
I wasn't sure what to do at that point and could feel myself fading fast, spent and exhausted from the shitty day turned amazing night fuck fest. I glance at the clock, it was almost 3am. We had been fucking for almost three consecutive hours.
I go to get up but his strong arm pulls me back, closer to him.
I was kind of surprised this beast would want to cuddle, he is a straight married alpha adonis that just made me, a masculine, total top into his sub fuckboy pig.
"You know, I never usually bottom," I say, suddenly needing to defend myself the way most straight men do after a man-on-man encounter.
"I could tell," he says softly with a slight chuckle, "But now you will be a better top, knowing what it's like to enjoy the other side."
My head is resting on the sweaty fur matted down on his rising and falling chest while a finger circles his reddened nipple and his hand cups my tender ass in this unexpected tender moment.
"You're right," I say with a deep sigh, breathing in the hot, humid air filled with our sex, feeling sleep not far off.
I'm about to offer for him to stay if he wants, not expecting him to when I feel a finger teasing my puffy, slimy hole and then forcing its way inside.
"Of course I'm right, how do you think I became such a good top?" he asks gently before giving my forehead a soft kiss and his finger a wiggle inside me.
I smiled realizing there might be a role reversal in the morning before falling into a much-needed sleep.
Next thing I know I am woken up abruptly by a loud engine revving and clanking outside. I shoot up in the unfamiliar bed, confused at my surroundings, my head pounding and my ass aching. Slowly the intense night of fucking fills my mind as I lay back down with a hazy smile. I look around the dark room, grateful only a slice of sunlight is forcing through the thick, tacky curtains. It looks like there was a cyclone that tore through the entire place.
I look at the nightstand and see a note propped up against a water bottle;
"I'll be in the city next month, maybe we can pig out again.
J.
PS. I left you something for you to sniff on your drive home."
He even left me his cell phone number.
With a smile, I force myself out of bed. I splash some cold water on my face and while I gather my clothes strewn about I can't find my socks anywhere. I do, however, find the ripe, worn-out pair of briefs, full of the hot tow truck driver's sexy stink and I feel my dick start to stir. I get dressed, shove the briefs in my pocket, and head out for the long drive home.
Before having to face the reality of speaking with customer service to finally get me going I send a quick text.
"Thanks for the rides, all 3. - A"
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