One Sunday Night
Once again, this is a true story. No names have been used, so you can't figure out who was involved. It's pornography. That means the story is filled with purient interest. To save you the trouble of headed to your dictionary to look up the word "purient," that means the story is more intended to give you to the urge to pull your cock out and stroke it, rather to enlighten the masses. If you're looking for enlightenment, I'd suggest A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving. But since you're probably more interested in getting off, please read on.
This story is intended for adults only. It involves sex between two consenting men that about 98% of the world will find extreme. If you're not interested in reading a tale about two men enjoying shit, piss, ball play and torture, ass hole work, and a few other odds and ends, why don't you just stop now and go find some other story to use to get off. You won't like this story. If you're under age, go away.
This story may be reproduced in its entirety only and posted anywhere. You can't make money from it. And it would be really nice if you gave the author credit for his writing. Fail to do this, and the little gremlins that exist everywhere will rise up and smite thee. And don't be surprised if your hard drive freezes.
If you like the story, I always appreciate kinds words. If you hate the story, keep your opinions to yourself; I don't want to hear about it. Oh yes. If you're near Boston, where I live, and want to do this live, let me know. I can take either role.
Author: Sxuldev8 Email: Sxuldev8@hotmail.com Topics: M/M, True, scat, w/s, cbt
As I was driving north, I saw that I had a message on my cell phone. Checking it, there were only a few words. "Room 245. See you soon." I felt a shiver. Now I know where I'm going. Room 245. Where I'm going to be spending the evening. An evening of service.
Complicated how I met him. Regular play buddy of mine had passed my name along to him. He's from out of town, but comes to Boston on business somewhat frequently. He had sent me an email, wondering if I'd like to meet him on his next trip. Since I knew the reference, I said sure. Went to his hotel room on a Friday morning.....spent a few hours with him...... mostly getting fed. Very hot, but the time constraints were no fun. Not enough time to really get into it. I wanted to spend more time with him.
Turned out that I had a free weekend. So we met again on Saturday. For four hours this time. More intense, getting to know each other better. But still, a bit of distance between us. Then I saw him again on Sunday. Five hours. Four or five or six times under his rimseat....sucking on his hole.....and begging to get fed. Nuts in bondage, getting beat. Drinking his piss. Deep throating his cock. Having my hole dildo'd with Mr. Speed Bump. (More about that later.) Very intense. Very hot. Probably worth another story....sometime. But when it was all over, I had this sexual glow that doesn't happen very often. And we agreed that the next time he came to town, we'd get together again. For a whole evening this time.
And now it's going to happen.
For those of you who need descriptions, forget it. Who cares about age, height, weight, dick size, muscle tone, or anything when you're with a guy who has a calm self assured manner about him. A guy who's done this before.........many times. A guy who knows what he wants and goes after it. A completely sexual being. A hot daddy. And then there's me. When I head into these situations, I feel just like an eager pup. Want to be the best bottom in the whole wide world. I may play mutual most of the time, but this is going to be another one of times where my role is clear. Pigboy.
I've been with him before. I trust him. And I'm soon going to spend the whole evening, not just a few hours. I think I'm ready for it. I damn sure hope so.
There are a few technical details you might be interested in though. His shit, for example. It's best described as dry-creamy. You shit eaters in the crowd know what I mean. Not knarly logs that somehow feel like they've been left out in the air to dry for a day. Not runny either. Very tasty. One of the things I appreciate about him, besides his technique of feeding, is that he does manage his diet in advance. And the amazing thing is that the consistency is throughout his shit. It's about the same on the first bite as at the end. Not like some which goes from hard then creamy then watery. Grade AA shit this guy makes. Thinking about his shit just gets me hornier.
Enough. The exit ramp is coming up. I'm getting tense, excited, and calm all at the same time. Only a few minutes away. Parking. Grabbing my bag from the car. Walking into the hotel. Up the stairs. Down the hall. Knocking on the door. The door opens. I walk in.
The door closes behind me. The room is dusky.....not much light. The scent of cigar smoke is in the air. No words are said. I walk into the room and set my bag down. He's somewhere in the room, I can tell. He must have closed the door behind me. But still silence, except for some soft music playing in the background. I walk to a corner of the room, stop, and strip off my clothes.
I reach into my bag, grab my lube, and apply some to my cock and balls. Pull my cockring out of the bag, and put it on. Dive down into the bag and pull out a sheet. Spread it out and lay it on the floor. There's the pillow nearby. I set it on the sheet and lie down with the pillow under my head. Then I see him. Coming out of the shadows. Rimseat in his hands. He sets the rimseat over my head. And starts to sit. We still haven't said anything. He's naked.
I watch his hole descend towards me. Fuck yes. That magic hole. Talented hole. Amazing hole. And it's now about two inches away from me. Snifffffffffffff. Oh yessssss. Hot hole. Strong scent. The aroma. Scent of man, and a bit of sweat, and hole stink. The combination that just drives me wild. I keep my hands by my side. Don't want to get too horny too fast.
And now, what can I tell you. Even though I can't describe what I'm feeling, my mouth goes into autopilot. His hole. Right near my mouth. I do a broad lick or three. Gotta wet it down. Taste whatever is on his ass hairs. Then a few quick licks in the center. Then some lapping around the hole. Making love to his ass. Letting him know how much his hole is quickly becoming the center of my universe. Letting go. Turning myself into holeboy. I'm merely the naked man under his hole who has nothing better to do with his life than lick and love and lap at his ass.
If you've been there, under a rimseat, you know that after twenty minutes or so of rimming, this will drive you crazy. Crazy with need. Crazy with lust. I feel my legs twitching, as if my legs are somehow trying to figure out a way to help me get further into his hole. Cock ramrod stiff. Amazing hole. Center of my universe.
He presses down when he hears me moan. He can somehow distend his assring downwards, so that I feel like I'm sucking on a asscock. And when I press hard into his ring, and he relaxes just right, I have this totally over the top sensation of my tongue being able to penetrate his INNER ring. My tongue thru the rings and into his rectum. Oh fuck. Not a word has been said. We're just establishing our roles again. Me the rimpig. Him the guy on the rimseat.
He's told me that one of his favorite things in the world is to find someone who just will rim him for days. And with a hole, and his talent for flexing his ring, it could go on for days. But the pig is getting hungry and needy. And just digging my tongue way up inside him isn't quite enough. And doing a lip lock around his ring and sucking, with my tongue buried deep into the center of his ring, isn't enough. I know what I need. But until I say the magic words, we're gonna be rimming for a long while.
I'm twitching. Moaning. Begging. Pigboy. I'm ready. Through the moans, he hears those magic words. "Feed me," I say. "Please."
And he does. My tongue is inside his ass. And I feel the turd move down, right after I say the words. It's right there. No delay. Insistent. Shit moving down, leaving his hole and right into pigboy's mouth. Fuck yessssssssssss. I need it. I want it. It's there. A nugget. A nugget of DadShit. Given from his ass to me.
I back off his hole. And chew. He loves the sound of his pigboy chewing shit. Turns him on to know that his little shiteater is feasting on his gift. And it turns me on too. Chewing his manshit. Eating it. Being the kind of pigboy that he needs. He hears me swallow.
Then he feels me lick his hole clean. Cleaning up anything that's been left behind. Then he hears it again. "Feed me." He grins. His pig is hungry tonight. Another nugget. Just for him. And pigboy eats it with as much glee as the first one. Swallow. And a tongue licking his hole clean. Mmmm. This could be an interesting evening, we both think.
A voice from under the rimseat. "Hey Dad. How are you?" He stands, picks up the rimseat, and I sit up. The first conversation of the evening. Small chat. Stuff about travel, work, the usual. I finish unpacking my bag. I've brought a bottle of wine. We both have a taste. We set the room for the rest of the evening, everything handy. Standing down, letting the tension subside. Knowing that very soon, we're gonna be right back where we were before. He keeps smoking his cigar.
I get to hear tales of him sitting on rimseats. I get to tell him tales of me lying under them. And tales of me sitting on the rimseat. I switch hit. But damn, when I'm around him, the bottom in me just jumps out and takes over.
He's sitting on the sofa in the room. I'm sitting on the floor in between his legs. Every once in a while while we're talking, I just bend over and take a lick on his cock. Soon the licks get more serious. I'm sucking the head now. Feeling it get harder in my mouth. I feel a hand rest on the back of my head, pushing me down further onto his prick. Pigboy is gonna do some dick sucking. Make Dad's cock feel good for him.
I keep off my gag reflex for a while. Just normal, plain old cocksucking. Then I grab a hit of poppers. Snffffffffff. Yessssssss. Diving deep on his cock. Wanting the root of it in my mouth, along with the rest of it. He humps up. My eyes water. My sinuses are filling up. Who cares. He feels me swallow and my throat milks his cock. I finally come up for air. Our eyes lock. He smiles. Lets me know he likes it.
Horniness is in the air. I lick his nuts. Dive down to lick the space between his nuts and hole. Headed for hole. But the position isn't wonderful. He nods. Telling me to lie down again. I'm there. And I watch the rimseat being set over my head again. Reminding me just who and what I am. His toilet. He has a seat. Smoking his cigar. He's just a guy who's gonna relax and enjoy himself. Shitting into a waiting mouth rather than shitting into a toilet bowl.
It doesn't take as long before I holler, "Feed me," this time. The tension is in the air. And the pig is hungry. I just can't help it. Sucking on his distended assring just drives me nuts. And the fact that he can somehow separate pushing his assring out and pushing shit out is a talent that I'd love to learn. Anyway. First nugget is chewed, swallowed. Then he hears, "Feed me." And he does. But then he hears, through the shit in my mouth, "Feed me," again. He does. Now pigboy has a big ole mouthful of Dadshit. He feels my hands pressing on his legs, pushing him up.
He stands. I sit up and get on my knees. My mouth is full of turd. I show it to him. He smiles. I bend forward, and go down on his cock. Through the shit. I've given him a shit tunnel to fuck his cock into. I want him to fuck my shit filled mouth. To pack it. His cock enters my mouth. I wrap my lips around it. Hand on the back of my head again. He's gonna enjoy this. His cock sinks into my mouth.
His cock is about three quarters hard when he starts pumping into my mouth. Mashing the shit that's in there. Making my cheeks bulge out. The head of his cock somehow managing to push a wad of shit right down my throat. Choking, making me swallow. Tempo increasing. More demanding. I can feel the shit starting to turn to mush in my mouth. My saliva and his mashing it is softening it.
"Oh, fuck yes, pigboy. Dad's gonna fuck your mouth through that shit. Make both of us feel real good." He continues to hump my mouth.
"Arrrrrrrgh," is about all I can say in response.
I swallow some. Grab a hit of poppers and this time dive down deep on his cock again. Closing my shitty mouth around his prick. Shit is making it easy for him to work my mouth. Swallowing some more. Almost gone. Final swallow. Now it's just his cock in my dirty mouth. Turning into a hot blow job. I back off his prick.
It's dirty. It needs cleaned. Tongue out. Lick it. Wrap my lips around the head. Suck the brown off it. Now under the ridge. Little bits there. Gone. In my mouth. I'm so hard. Cleaning Dad's cock for him. Getting those last traces of crud off his prick. Swallowing it all. Finishing the job with spit. He's still smiling. Encouraging me to do my job. Encouraging me to do a good job for him. He's clean.
He looks down at me. And says, "Thirsty?"
I nod yes. I grab the poppers and sniff. Then I open my mouth wide, way wide. And I tilt my head back about 45 degrees. His cock is about three inches from my mouth. He walks closer, and rests the tip of it on my lower lip. "Get ready."
I feel the stream start. Slowly at first. He's still pretty hard from the blow job. But the stream starts to flow. And as it does, he backs up a little. That way we can both see the piss stream going into my urinal mouth. I keep my tongue down, so that we can also hear the sound of my mouth filling up with his hot yellow liquid. We listen to the sound of the urinal getting filled up. I gulp. Swallow some, and my mouth fills again. Gulp. More piss. Slowly the stream of urine diminishes. As it does, I move my mouth towards his cock. Don't want to waste any. I finish sucking him dry.
Then I burp. Shit/piss burp. I can taste both as I burp. Sexy. Horny. Piss burps. Mixed with shit burps. I smile. I'm happy. He sits back down on the sofa. Smoking his cigar. Having another sip of wine. Letting the energy subside just a bit. Before we go back at it.
"You told me you got a new sound for your cock. I'd like to see it."
I go over to the table. Pick it up. Hand it to him. It's a 26fr VanBuren. About 12" long, with the VanBuren curve near the end. Stainless steel. Heavy. He hands it back to me. He weighs it in his hand. He likes it.
"Get it in you."
I get up and head to the bathroom. Wash my hands well. Come back in. Sit down on the sofa and spread my legs wide. He grabs the rimseat and sets it in between my legs. He sits so he can watch up close and personal. I raise my legs and put them across his thighs.
Alcohol wipe on the sound. KY squirted down my pisstube. I will my cock to relax and go soft. You cannot put a sound in with a hard cock. Once it's in, a hard dick is fine. But not while it's going in. I pick it up, and rest the tip of it inside my pisshole.
I relax my grip and it starts to slide in. The weight of it making it slide down inside my cocktube. Keeping my cock at the right angle, it goes in fairly easily. As it sinks in, I change the angle of my prick. That way the sound will be slid right up inside my prostate. It is so amazing to watch 12" of steel rod slide down inside your cock and disappear. But before too long, the only thing that was sticking out of my cock was the 1" handle on the end.
I hand it to him. He knows what he's doing. He starts sliding in back and forth, just a little. The tip is massaging the inside of my prostate. He increase the fucking motion of it just a little. I'm in heaven. It feels so good. He tells me to hold my cock steady. I do.
He presents me with a finger. I put it in my mouth and wet it for him. He, still holding onto the sound, slides a finger in my ass. "I want to see if I can feel the sound from inside you." He's digging in my ass. Going for my prostate. I feel his finger on my gland. He starts to press.
And at the same time, he starts the fucking motion with the sound again. Now my prostate is getting massaged from the outside and the inside at the same time. Oh man! That's never happened to me before. It's insane. He can feel the rod on the tip of his finger in my ass. All I can do is moan.
He takes a rod and starts tapping on the end of the sound. I can feel it all the way through my cock and into my prostate. Damn. He's playing around inside my body. Making not only my cock and gland vibrate, but my whole body. I close my eyes. Tilt my head back. It's so good. We play like that for a few minutes.
He stops. Holds my cock steady. Slowly my penis starts to deflate. Soft enough to be able to remove the wand that's been inside my body. Slowly I remove it. My cock lips almost cry because it's no longer inside me. He pulls his finger from my hole. It's covered.
He looks at me. Doesn't have to say anything. I open my mouth wide. He inserts his digit. And then he starts to rub his finger, covered in my shit, throughout my mouth. I slowly close down. Wrapping my lips around his finger. I want to clean it. It's dirty. And pigboy needs to service his Dad. He can't have a dirty finger. He's Dad. So it's my pleasure to suck it clean for him.
"Good boy," he says.
He grabs the tube of lube. Puts some on his fingers. And goes back to my hole. Inserting one. Wiggling it around. Making my hole want to go slack. Another finger. He's going to open me up. My hole is hungry. Needs it badly. I push down a little, making my hole open up more. Easier for him to get his fingers in me.
He pulls fingers out. Dirty again. My mouth is his towel, for cleaning the ass juice and crud that are on it. Once they're clean, he's back inside me. Working my hole. Massaging my assring. A once tight hole is now opening up for him and his ministrations. I'm not looking down. I have no clue as to how many he has in me. And I just don't care. It feels so good.
He reaches over and grabs one of the dildos. Adds not a lot of lube to the surface. Then he rests the head of it against my hole. I sniff poppers and nod my head, "Yes." He pushes. I feel my ring stretch. The head is in.
Once the head is in, he keeps pushing hard. To the base. One thrust. No stopping. It's in. I feel it push the shit in my ass out of the way as it enters me. Filling me with a hard rubber cock. I sigh. Then he pulls it back out. I feel empty as it leaves. But before I can say anything, he pushes it back in. Harder this time. Oh, yes. Much better. Pigboy's hole needs filled.
He manipulates it in my hole, encouraging me. "Take it."
"Your hole needs it. It's empty without it." He knows me too well. He starts a slow steady fuck of my ass. Churning my gut. I tilt my ass down a bit so that he has easier access to my butt. I feel my hole relaxing even more. It's good. So very good.
"Good boy. Let that hole eat it up." I do. Suddenly, he take it out of my ass. He hands it to me. It's filthy. I know my duty. I start to suck on it. Cleaning the shit from my ass off the dildo. Tasting my own shit. It's different than his.
As I do, he grabs another larger dildo. Quick lube. And this one is invading my ass now. It's bigger. A bit tougher to take. But since my mouth is full of shit covered dildo, I can't say anything. Not that I'd want to say something. He's grinning at me. Working my hole hard with the new dildo. Me sucking shit off the older one.
Tension is rising in the air. I'm diving down further and further into pigboy. Not thinking. Just taking what he wants me to take. Taking what he knows I need to take. The bigger dildo is now out of my hole. His fingers are back. Insistent. Harder now. Working my ring. Opening my ring. We're both sniffing poppers. Sex heat is in the room.
Is he going to go the distance? Get his hand in my ass? Or, is he going to grab the widest dildo and use that on me? It's the dildo. The one I can barely take on my own unless I'm in total sex heat. The head enters. It hurts. Then he pushes.
"Come on, boy. Show me what you can take." I want it. I want to show him what I can do. The dildo in my mouth is clean. We're now just focused on my ass. It's going in. Wide open hole. It's in. Fuck. I feel him thump on the base. Final few half inches. Pushing it against my ring.
Then it comes back out. And back in. And out. And in. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" is about all I can say. Tempo increasing. Sweat dripping from my body. And his. It's hard work, stuffing my butt with that black rubber toy. And I'm losing my mind. Damn. Nirvana is approaching again.
I'm there. I'm looking down at my body. Being fucked with a big wide black dildo. Dad working my butt. Hard. Him watching me mentally flying. So good. But, we're not going to end here. So he slows down. We are both breathing hard. The big dildo is slid out of my hole. One of the smaller ones is shoved back into my ass.
Pop. It's in. Easy. That first one opened me up wide. He points at the floor. Although he's not on the edge anymore, there's lust in his eyes. I move to the floor. Rimseat set over me. He quickly sits down.
He has an urge to use me tough. He grabs my legs and pulls them up into the air. One hand holding me in place. Other hand on the dildo. He starts fucking my hole with it. "You're my shitboy. I'm going to work you good." All I can do is moan my agreement. As he fucks me, I feel his ass open. He's in charge. He wants me to eat. Not relaxed this time. He pushes. Hard.
A wad of turd moves into my mouth. My ass is being reamed while my mouth is being filled. He pushes some more. I have to eat fast, my mouth is filling up. I love his shit. But the nice slow, steady pace of earlier is gone. This is serious feeding time. He's not asking if I want it, he's giving it to me.
This is Dad feeding his pigboy. At Dad's pace, not boy's. He wants me to eat. He knows I need it. So he's giving it to me. And to encourage me, he's reaming my hole. When he feels me start to try to control the pace, he jams the dildo harder and faster. He's reminding me who is in charge. It's him. Not me.
I have no idea how much I'm eating. It's a lot. But the reminder of his hand on the dildo encourages me. I feel my mental state change. I'm not thinking anymore, just eating. I now need to show him how much I want it. I take more, eat more.
We go close to the edge, but come back down again. Gliding in for a recovery. A breather. A break. He tells me to go wipe my ass. He goes back to the sofa. I sit on the floor, near his cock. A bit more wine.
He says, "You know, your hole has too much hair on it."
I reply, "I only brought my electric shaver."
He smiles. "There's another way."
I nod. He lights a new cigar. We get back into the position we were in when he first shoved a dildo in my ass. "Ready?"
"Yes, please. That hair has to go." He puffs on the cigar and drops the ash off the end.
I feel the heat of it near my hole. A few of the longer hairs get singed. We can both smell it. It's turning us on. The heat gets closer. More hair gets singed. The heat is hotter. I want it. I want him to remove the hair from my hole, no matter how much it hurts.
"Good boy. That's much better."
The heat has made my nuts hang way low. Almost near my hole. He picks them up. Holds them in his hand. I moan. "Need some attention?"
"Yes, please."
"Get them ready."
I quickly attach the split chrome stretcher to my nuts. I grab onto the stretcher. My nuts, even though a little loose, have been stretched. I present my balls to him. He grins. He likes it when his boys present their balls to him for abuse. It gives him permission to work them good. And I want him to work them. They need some tough love.
He grabs his hairbrush. And slowly, relentlessly, starts beating them. Same pace. Lightly at first. But the intensity is increasing. Harder and harder. My cock is rock hard. I lube it up and start to stroke it a bit. While he hits them harder and harder.
"Get back in position."
I lay down. He sets the rimseat again. This time, he leans forward. It gives a bit of extra distance between my mouth and his hole. He takes a hold of my stretcher. And he starts to mangle my nuts. Squeezing them. Slapping them. Working them over. I'm going crazy again.
"Feed me."
I keep a bit of distance between my mouth and his hole this time. I see his asslips pucker open. He's going to drop feed me this time. At least for the first bit. I see the turd emerge from his assring. I raise my head and lick. Tasting his turd. It's a familiar taste by now, but different. Because I'm seeing it. Watching it come out of him.
I raise up. Wrap my lips around it. And feel it move out of his ass. He really starts whacking my balls now. "Suck on it. Like it's a cock." I do what I'm told to do. He pushes some more. Drops about three inches of shit into my mouth. Pinches it off.
"I'm going to beat your balls until I hear you swallow." And this isn't nice, polite beating. It's tough. I chew. Fast. But there's lots of it. It takes a while. Meanwhile, my nuts are aching. That good gut ache. Headed back to nirvana. Combination of shit eating and ball beating. Oh fuck. I don't want to cum. Not yet. But I'm damn close.
He hears me swallow. He gets up. "Open your mouth." I do. He checks to make sure there's nothing left. We stand down one more time. Knowing that the next time, we're both going to go over the top.
I wonder what time it is. How long we've been at it. Who cares? It makes no difference whatsoever.
He grabs the Texas catheter. "What's this?"
"It's what I use to give myself a piss enema," I respond.
"Show me."
I take it. His cock is about one half hard. So I start sucking on it. Mouth music. It needs to be a bit harder to work. I feel his cock rise in my mouth. When it's about three quarters hard, I take the condom part and roll it down his cock. Now he has a latex sheath on his prick. I take the nozzle end, and lube it with my spit. Making love to it, knowing it's going to go up inside his wonderful ass.
Once it's wet, I take the nozzle and slide it into his butt. Now there's a direct connection between his cock and his hole. "Piss for me." I tickle his nuts with my tongue. He relaxes and sighs. Even though I'm not touching anything, I can feel him piss. Right into his ass. Not a lot, maybe a couple of cups of piss. He's done.
I pull the nozzle out of his butt, and unroll the condom. His gut is churning, just a bit. I can tell. I go back down on his cock. Getting him full hard now. We know what's going to come next. I'm excited. I've only done this once before. And I want to do it again.
Deep throat on his cock. Getting him worked up. Turning him back into the top stud Dad that he already is. Getting him excited. I'm stroking my prick. Knowing that soon pigboy is going to be taking his gift from his ass. Tighter and higher we go. Full sex frenzy.
I huff major poppers. And flop down on the floor. He sets the rimseat. And sits. I start to lick his ass. He's real tight. Clenched. Holding it in. But knowing that soon his pigboy is going to be direct drinking his piss enema right out of his butt. No waste. No mess. Just piss and shit combo meal delivered to his boy.
I'm moaning again. So turned on. Begging, pleading. Not wanting to say the magic words until I know he can't stand it any more. He starts his rap at me. "Dad's got something his boy wants."
"Oh, yes, dad."
"Boy's gonna take it all. Make Dad proud of him."
"Fuck yes, Dad."
"You ready, boy?"
"Yes, Dad. Feed me."
I feel his hole relax some. Some liquid dribbles out of his hole and into my mouth. It's mostly liquid, with a hint of taste of shit. I swallow.
"More, Dad."
Now I feel his hole really relax. The flow of liquid is a bit more constant. And there's an occasional chunk. I don't even bother chewing, I just swallow it whole. I'm starting to go nuts. Stroking my cock big time now. Getting close to the edge. I can tell he's stroking too. We're both gonna get off on it all.
"Do it, Dad. Give it to me."
He pushes. Hard. And it's there. In my mouth. His piss and shit mixed together. Filling my mouth. I swallow fast to keep up with it. Now there's more solid than liquid. I have to keep up. Can't waste it.
I feel his ass fart the last bits in my mouth. I've got it all. I've drained him. I shoot. Everywhere. He cums at the same time. On me. Both of our sperm are mixed on my chest and crotch. I'm in heaven. And, hopefully, so is he. Cumming at the same time. With me sucking the remnants of a piss enema out of his ass. And him pushing hard to feed it to me all at once.
We both shudder with the orgasm. Whew. I have one final thing to do. After the glow starts to fade, I stick my tongue out one more time. His hole needs cleaning. Enemas are messy. So I lick and love and suck until it's all clean.
When it is, I tap his leg. He stands. Looks down at me through the rimseat. Smiles. "You did really fucking good boy. I like that. I like that a lot."
All I can do is smile.
After a final clean up, we head to the bed for a nap. Who knows what's going to happen in the middle of the night when he wakes up. Maybe he's one of these guys who has to piss in the middle of the night. At least he won't have to get out of bed to do it. I'm there.
And, of course, in the morning. There's breakfast.
If you liked the story, let me know. Sxuldev8@hotmail.com