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So Brody will be back in town tonight, and he's got a three day load to deposit in Derek's butthole, which we all know is a touching, beautiful event in any budding relationship. This chapter is mostly about two guys who just really dig each other enjoying each others bodies in all kinds of ways, and also finding a real connection with each other. And of course, some piss. Enjoy!
------------ Piss Buds Part 7 ------------
-- Derek --
I woke up early Saturday morning, and spent the morning cleaning up the apartment, folding and putting away the laundry, doing the dishes, and all the other stuff that can tend to fall by the wayside when one gets distracted.
Spending the evening with Adam last night really helped me put a lot of my own issues into perspective -- seeing how bent out of shape he was about his sexuality gave me the opportunity to encourage and reassure him, and that also helped me feel encouraged and reassured.
I missed Brody, like crazy. Whatever hormonal cascade gets going when I see him smile, when I smell his musk, when I taste his piss -- I was craving it like crazy. I guess that is what they call `new relationship energy'. I'd never been in any kind of relationship before, but if this is what they all felt like, then holy shit, had I been missing out.
I couldn't stop thinking about him.
It was funny, I'd never really thought about how sexy Brody was before, when I'd thought he was straight. I mean, sure, I noticed he was attractive physically, but I hadn't let myself experience him that way, because it seemed inappropriate. Now that I'd known him so intimately, it was the simple things, like the way he laughs, or making me breakfast in bed, that drove me crazy for him.
It was noon and I still had seven hours until Brody would be home. I kept taking out my phone and hovering over the Tumblr app -- my stream was all porn, a lot of it piss porn -- and then turning the screen back off quickly, knowing that if I started looking, I'd probably start touching.
Instead I searched around on the internet for plastic sheets, and found a store nearby that sold them. I'd read about guys ruining their mattresses by too much piss play, so I decided I was gonna get some, to kill some time.
I was texting Adam as well, wanting to see how he was doing, but he wasn't responding to my texts. I'd told Brody a little bit about what had happened, and he's just said `tell me later ;)'. I made sure he knew I hadn't shot my load, that I'd saved it for him, as he'd been saving his for me.
I did manage to catch up on all my schoolwork, and then went out to the grocery store, and bought the ingredients for a Moroccan sweet potato stew recipe I'd found online, and of course picked up my plastic sheets.
I came home and made the meal, and put the sheets on the bed underneath my bedding.
Finally, it was just after 7. Brody had texted me earlier saying he'd be just a little bit late, but now I heard the knock at the door.
I opened it, heart pounding. He stood there in a white wife beater, his large, arms had some definition, but weren't chiseled. Hairs pushed out through he low neck, covering his sturdy chest. He had stray hairs on his shoulders and back as well. He was wearing shorts that showed off his thick, beefy thighs, and the dark fur on his legs. I figured he probably weighed about 210, most of it muscle, but some fat as well.
He grabbed me on both sides of my face with his hands, pulled me roughly towards him, holding me there, and then bringing his lips softly against mine, and then more urgently, our tongues touching. He hadn't trimmed up his beard since he left, and it looked as wild and shlubby as his tufty hair.
He took my hand and brought it to his crotch, which was already swelling. I took it in my hand and felt the weight of it though his pants. He kissed me harder. I brought my hand to his face and ran my fingers though his beard.
"I missed you," he said, lips traveling down the side of my face to my neck, where he kissed me, and licked my skin, making soft grunts of approval.
"I fucking missed you," I told him, and I began to pull him into the apartment, kicking my door shut behind me. He pulled me over to the couch, still kissing my neck as he grabbed my ass, hard, pulling me to him, and pushing his pelvis up against mine. Grinding his hard dick against mine. I felt the familiar wet spot start to develop in my underwear as my dick start aching and leaking.
He layed me down on the couch, flat on my back, and crawled on top of me, resting his weight against mine, our lips and tongues dancing off of each other.
"I made us dinner," I said, between kisses. "You hungry?"
He looked at me, wry smile, eyes alive. "Thank you, but not now. Right now, just shut up and do what I tell you, okay?"
He said it kindly, playfully, and he kept kissing me. I nodded my enthusiastic consent. He began pull open his belt, and the front of his pants, so I did the same. His every motion was urgent, animal. He had a goal in mind and he was set on moving towards it.
He kept grinding his pelvis down into mine, and now, our freed penises could touch. The warm skin of his cock felt so good against mine. They strained together, against one another, towards one another.
I took them both in my hand, stroking them together, slowly. "They're friends," I said.
He stopped kissing and looked at me. "You want me to fuck you right? Stick my dick in your ass?"
My dick twitched in my hand, up against his. He felt it, he smiled, he had his answer.
"Tell me you want it."
"I want you to fuck me dude. I want your dick in me. I want you to use my asshole until you cum," I said, plainly, truthfully. "I want it so bad. Please give it to me. Please fuck me. Fill my empty hole. Please."
"Good," he said, getting up onto his knees, straddling me, he moved forward. "First I want you to suck on it. Make me feel good. Use one hand on my dick when you pull up with your mouth, and use the fingers on your other one to open that hole up a bit."
He didn't wait for any answer, he just pressed his cock up against my lips. I opened, and he slid it in, deeply, in a single push. I tried to relax my throat, and swallow the head of it, somewhat successfully. I got my face right up into his pubes, but I coughed, shooting out spit, which clung to the forrest of fuzzy brown hairs that covered his balls. He kept holding it there for just a fraction of a second longer and then released. I pulled back, swooping up from the base with my hand as I did, jerking him, catching my breath as I traced around his mushroom head with my tongue.
He took my free hand, pulled it up near his face and spit in it. Then he pushed it away, and I moved it under my body, pushing his spit up into my asshole. I rubbed my slick fingers around the ring, teasing it, warming it up, poking the tips of my fingers inside.
I'd never felt his dick so hard. Never felt it strain so much. I focused my tongue in on the bottom of the tip of the head, the little piece of skin that connected it to his foreskin. I flicked at it, while using my hand to stroke, and my lips to keep some suction over the head.
His left hand travelled behind him and he grabbed my dick, caressed it, teased it. Leaning back a little, dick still in my mouth, he cupped my balls and gave them a light squeeze. He pushed his fingers up against my taint, brushing up against mine, which had worked just a little bit deeper into my hole. His hand went back to my dick and he gripped it firmly, but not too tightly, stroking it slowly, deliberately.
I felt his dick deflate, just a little, and quit straining. Had I done something wrong? His one hand was still stroking my dick, but he took the other and used it to pull my hand off of his dick, and then he pushed my head back, so I was facing the ceiling, and used his fingers to open my mouth, and kept them there, holding it open, holding my head in place. His dick was still hard, just slightly less so. He straightened his back, still gripping my dick, while his hovered just an inch above my open mouth.
The stream started as just a dribble at first. The moment the first drops landed on my tongue, my dick twitched hard, and he laughed, gripping it tighter. Still jerking me.
"You missed my piss, didn't you?" He teased.
"Yeah I missed drinking your piss. I want it. I want it all." I told him.
The piss flowed out in jerky stops and starts. His dick was too hard to let it flow properly, and more of it landed on my face and on the sofa than did in my mouth.
His dick relaxed just a little more, and then the flow started in earnest. He took his fingers out of my mouth and let my head move up, and I closed my mouth around his dick and the warm stream of urine he was releasing for me. I immediately felt like I was going to cum, and I used my newly freed hand to slap his away from my dick. He laughed at me, and strained, pushing the flow out faster and with more force.
"Drink it," he insisted. "Drink it you sexy, disgusting fuck."
All I could do was gulp and moan in appreciation as more and more of just bitter liquid spilled out into my mouth. He must have been saving it for a while, because it just kept coming. My entire sensory experience seemed reduced to the sole, comforting, awareness of his half hard cock gushing warm piss into my mouth. I savored it. Savored the privilege of being used in this way.
As his stream slowed back into jerky spurts, his dick immediately began to inflate again, and he jammed it, still dribbling piss, back into my throat.
"Fucking take my dick," he grunted, beginning to buck his hips, insistently, pushing his dick in and out of my mouth, down my throat. He held my head in place again as he fucked my mouth, grinding into my face, pushing against me, pushing himself into me. Finally he stopped, and I coughed, catching my breath, head spinning with lust and oxygen depletion. He pulled his dick out and layed back down on top of me on the sofa, grabbing my ass with his hands and covering my mouth with his, rolling his tongue around mine, pulling me into him, as if our bodies couldn't get close enough.
Then, he stood, and told me to get naked and get into the bedroom. He followed, our clothes falling on the floor as we made our way across the apartment to my bedroom. He sat down on the bed and instructed me to stand in front of him. My hard dick stuck straight out from my body, helplessly leaking precum. He buried his face into my crotch, inhaling deeply, savoring the smell of my pubes and my balls. His tongue moved across my dick and my sack, he sucked on the skin and on the hairs, teasing me, tasting me.
Finally, he took my dick in his mouth. I almost came right then, and I had to push him off of me.
He laughed. "Turn around and bend over then."
I did as I was told, gladly. I felt his face nestle in between my ass crack. His warm beard brushing up against the insides of the cheeks, his tongue flicking out, flicking across my hole. He nibbled lightly at the skin as he slobbered all over my crack, his beard, and his mouth. I felt his tongue slowly narrowing in around my sphincter until he was tracing tiny little circles right around the very center of the hole, and then he pushed his tongue inside, just an inch or so, until his face was as buried in my ass as it could get. He groaned in approval, slurping and licking my asshole.
"Now lie down on the bed," he told me, and I did so. I saw him spit on his fingers as he said, "And raise your legs up."
He cuddled in beside me, reaching one arm down between my legs, circling my hole with his pointer finger now while he kissed me, grunted at me, watching my face as the waves of pleasure his fingers were causing me rippled through it.
"I really, really, fucking like you," he said.
He jammed his pointer finger deeper inside me, a couple inches, and began to tease my hole with his middle finger as well.
"Me too," I answered, my voice kind of lurching as his middle finger slowly began to breach inside of me.
"You smell so fucking good," he said, sniffing the air near my armpit. I raised it above my head for him, and he moved his face closer, his nose now mingling with my pit hairs as he inhaled slowly, savoring the warm, moist, male scent. His middle finger slipped inside as well, just briefly, before pulling his hand out. He spit a large gob of spit into my armpit, rubbed his fingers around in it to wet them again, and then put them back down there, his pointer and his middle finger sliding right back inside.
He began eating my armpit in earnest now, slurping up his own spit that had mixed with my sweat and the smell of my ass crack from his fingers. He pushed his fingers in deeper and applied upwards pressure, stretching my hole just a little bit more, stimulating my prostate.
His face pulled back out from my pit looking utterly blissful. He smiled at me dreamily.
"I want the other one," he said, and I lifted my other arm above my head. I could smell my own sweat waft up as I exposed it to the air, and he groaned as the smell hit him too. In that pit too, he spit, rubbed his face and licked it all up. He had begun to slowly push his fingers in and out of my hole, fucking me with them.
Watching him make out with my armpit, ferocious with appetite, his whole body jerking with the motions of his fingers fucking my ass, I realized I thought he was the most beautiful man in the world. His big animal body was aching towards me.
We kissed again, and I could smell my ass and my armpit all over his face. Without missing a beat of stroking his fingers in and out, he moved his face down to my crotch and began to kiss the skin all around it - my pubes and my inner thighs, inhaling through his nose and moving slowly closer to my pulsing erection.
He took me into his mouth slowly, not closing his lips, and just letting the warm air from his mouth surround and blow out around my cock. His tongue slid along the underside in slow, deliberate motions, but he kept his lips open, intuiting that any suction might cause me to burst before he wanted me to. On the up strokes, he would briefly slurp up at the head of my dick, sucking up any of the collected, dripping juices that were continuing to flow out of my dickhead with every pulse of my heart.
"You got anything for me?" He asked, between to flicks of my dickhead with his tongue. I turned my attention inwards. Could I pee? I thought so. I was insanely hard, but I had been drinking a lot of water before he came over.
I slid back on the bed, sitting my ass on the pillow, sitting up so that it was easier to let go. He slid up with me in unison, his fingers never leaving my asshole. He moved his head underneath my cock, wrapping his free arm around my thigh so that he was holding onto it, hugging it close to his as he cuddled his face in beside my balls, waiting.
As I breathed, each wave of relaxation brought the piss a little bit closer to the surface.
"Here it comes," I said, and gave the last necessary push. The flow started as a small dribble. It landed on his forehead and my thighs, and he rubbed his face around in it. As it became stronger, I pointed my still hard dick downwards, so the stream would begin to fill his mouth. It began to come out faster and his mouth was overfilling. He swallowed and my piss continued to splash out over his face and across his chest. It dribbled down onto his hands, and slickened his fingers as they continued to fuck my hole.
As his mouth filled the second time, I pointed my dick up towards my own face, pissing all over my own chest, and catching some in my mouth. It tasted so fucking good. So unique. So obviously piss. I held it there and pointed my dick back down at him as the stream began to lessen and slow. He finally locked his lips over my dickhead, taking the rest of my piss straight down his throat.
When he was done, he came back up to kiss me, and I spit what I'd been saving into his mouth, and he swallowed that too.
"Get on your stomach," he told me, finally pulling his fingers from my ass. He sniffed at them and shot me a sly smirk. I did what he asked, lying on my stomach with a pillow under my pelvis, raising it up just slightly, my head turned to the side.
I could feel the warm wetness of my piss all over the sheets beneath me.
There was some coconut oil I had put on the dresser to use as lube. I saw him scoop a little up and rub it over his cock, and felt him push some more into my butt with his fingers. Then I felt his body on top of mine, his raging, slimy, hard cock pressed up in between my ass cheeks, his furry chest and belly heaving against my back. His mouth meeting mine for a sideways kiss.
He backed his crotch up, and I took his dick in my hand, aiming it at my hole. Moving it in circles. Teasing my opening with the head of his cock. I tried to back up further onto it. I wanted it inside me so badly. I wanted him to fuck me. To go wild and release all the passion I could feel stored inside of him into me, to receive all the fire that was burning inside him. But he backed up too, not letting his dick slip inside, though it came close, just breaching and then pulling out, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
"You want my three day load, Derek?" He asked. I nodded. "Tell me how much you want it, or I won't give it to you."
"I want your spunk in me. I want you to breed my ass, dude." I told him, begging, needing it. "Fuck me as hard as you need to. I'm here for you. Release your cum in me."
"My balls are churning," he said. "I'm gonna empty them inside you."
"Yes, please, put it in now, I need it. Please."
He slid forward, just an inch, and the head popped inside. My hole was already nice and loose from his fingers, and there was no pain, only fulfillment, relief, and pleasure. I backed up towards him again and this time he let me, let his dick slide deeper into me. I moved backwards at my pace, slowing when I needed, sliding gently back and forth on his cock, milking more precum from his dick to ease the slide inwards.
It wasn't until my ass touched his pubes that I felt him apply any pressure at all. Once it was all the way in, he pressed himself against me, collapsing on top of me, putting all his weight behind his steel hard cock now deep inside me, filling me with passion, with love, with him.
I felt his cock twitch and knew that another glob of precum had just dribbled out into my body.
We lay there, just like that, not moving, for at least a few whole minutes. We kissed. I could smell my piss on his breath. I felt so safe lying there, covered in him. Filled up with him.
He pulled back, all the way, out, his dick popping out of my sphincter, but just for a second before he plunged back down, all the way to the base, slowly, deliberately, carefully.
After a few more long, slow, complete stroked like this, his pace began to quicken. He stopped pulling all the way out and started fucking me, finally, his powerful thighs and glutes working hard to move his big heavy body forward and back as he stroked his cock in and out of me. He adjusted himself back, just a bit, so that his cock pointed more forward, towards the back of my body, and now I felt his cock slam my prostate.
Every stroke felt like an orgasm. My entire body was rippling with sexual pleasure. He sped up, fucking me with all the ferocity of a rabbit in heat. He wrapped his arm around my chest and pulled me up against him. I could smell his body odor; he began to sweat from the work he was doing.
I had no idea anal could be like this. So intimate, yet so passionate and so aggressive.
The force of each inward stroke was absorbed into my prostate, pushing my whole body forward and rubbing my dripping cock all over the pillow under my pelvis. My orgasm was beginning to build, but slowly, because my dick was very used to cumming with my hadn't wrapped around it. This new sensation of my prostate being pounded and my dick rubbing up in my soft pillow was foreign, but so good, and the pressure was building.
He didn't slow down. Sweat started to drip from his forehead, and even though I didn't think it possible, he sped up. I was helpless to do much now but hold on and take everything he had to offer. He was wild and intense, like a madman, and animal, with just one goal -- to fuck me until he came.
The loud slapping sound of his pelvis against my ass punctuated each stroke. His moans and grunts began to rise slowly in volume, telling me he was getting close.
One arm still around my chest, his other slid underneath my body. His fingers brushed up against my dick, and he ran them up and down along the shaft.
"Here it comes," he told me. "I'm gonna cum in you. I'm gonna breed you."
His hand tightened around my dick as he yelled an intense moan, and pushed himself all the way inside me, stoking my cock. I felt his whole body shudder as the first wave of his orgasm shook us both, and we collapsed back down onto the bed together, his hand now jerking me with full force.
He pushed up against me again as the second pulse hit him. I wasn't sure if I imagined it, but I thought I could feel the warmth of his seed spilling in my gut. His dick touched my prostate, and I went over the falls.
"Oh God!" I cried, as my first shot of cum jerked out of me, sliming up his hand and my pillow. He continued to push in and out of me, growing less and less urgent as he emptied his balls inside of my ass,and mine emptied onto the pillow.
When we were done, he didn't pull out. I felt his dick soften inside of me, but not all the way. It was still sticking in there, just no longer like steel.
As he lay there on top of me, he brought his hand up to his mouth, and licked at my cum, and then wrapped it around me for a hug, holding me close, covering me with him again.
After a couple minutes of basking in our orgasm, I tried to gently push him off of me, as it was getting a bit hard to breath, but he resisted.
"Before I pull out," he said. "I have to piss again. You want it inside of you? I don't wanna get up."
I pulled his ass closer to me with both hands, answering his question with a motion. He propped himself up on his arms, giving me a little space to breath, as he relaxed. His dick was still up my ass, and he kissed my back softly while we waited for his stream to start.
He gave a soft little `uhh', and I felt the liquid travel up from the base of his cock, out the end, and up into my asshole. The stream felt strong, and it felt like he was pissing as hard as he could. It was a peculiar sensation. Warm, and incredibly hot. I felt my cock harden again beneath me. There was a distinct sense of feeling it fill me, knowing he was emptying his bladder into me.
He sighed and layed his weight down on me again, and I could feel the relief he felt at releasing himself in me.
"Oh yeah," he said. "I'm filling you up with my piss. You're gonna take it all for me, aren't you little guy?"
I felt the stream slowing, then just dribbling. Finally, he pulled off of me, though it was still dribbling out, and it got on my ass, my back, and my bed.
He collapsed on his back on the bed, arms behind his head, airing out his sweaty pits. I nustled up beside him, resting my cheek right in his moist pit, hugging his body, basking in his aroma, feeling the fullness of his piss in my bowels.
"So," he said after a few minutes. "Tell me more about what happened with Adam."
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