This is the final part of my story about Shamus, a horny Irish guy I met years ago and still remember fondly. The first story appeared on NIFTY in January 2012.
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SHAMUS 3
I got to in the shower and let the hot spray pour over me as I relaxed after our intensive session. The residue from Shamus's fucking gradually drained from my hole, and I had a quick douche to ensure I was clean for the second round.
I was soon joined my Shamus who promptly aimed his cock over my crotch and started to piss. Not wanting it to go to waste, I squatted down and took his semi-hard cock in my mouth, and enjoyed the last moments of his flow as it eased into a trickle and ended. I continued to tongue around his piss-slit and foreskin, savouring the taste of his fresh piss. It occurred to me that I was becoming addicted to this man and his horny tastes!
I stood up, and played the shower hose over Shamus, making great play of his crack and hole. "Why don't you get your tongue up there?" he said, more as an order than a request. I knelt down and he lifted a leg onto the side of the bath, revealing a juicy looking rosebud. I licked down the crack and around his rosebud before pushing my tongue into a welcoming hole. I moved my hand in front of him, and found his now fully erect cock; clearly this usually aggressive top enjoyed me pleasuring his hole, and I continued to work my tongue in and around it for a few minutes, with Shamus muttering words of encouragement, and promising me a good fucking in return.
I decided that it was time to ease off and return to the bedroom, and suggested to Shamus that he might like a drink to replenish his bladder. We called in the kitchen for beers and returned to the bedroom.
I sat on the corner of the bed as Shamus stood in front of me, drinking his beer as his cock stood at attention. I couldn't resist taking it in my mouth and licking down to his balls and then back to the head as Shamus nonchalantly drank his beer.
He drained his glass and leant down, cupped my balls and held them tightly, making my cock even harder. He moved his hand down between my thighs and started fingering my hole, and I moved my legs apart and lifted them up, letting him know that my arse welcomed his fingering, and wanted more. As he continued to suck my cock, he grabbed one of my cheeks and pushed two fingers deep into my hole. As soon as they were deep in my arse, he added a third and then his fourth finger, deep to his knuckles. I reached for the BACKDOOR lube, and poured a generous amount over his hand. He smoothed it over his fingers, hands and wrist, and pushed his fingers back in to my hole. I took them in easily, and he responded by adding his thumb to my ever-widening hole, at the same time continuing to work his mouth over my cock.
Shamus realised that I wanted more and, easing off my cock, he leant over to reach the poppers from the bedside table, and held them so I could take a good draught of them. He lifted my legs up and I held them wide. As I relaxed from the effect of the poppers, he played his fingers around my hole until he realised that I was ready for him to go further in, and I felt him slowly but surely screw his clenched fist deeper into my arse. Another shot of the poppers, and I relaxed enough for him to make the final push, so that his whole fist passed my sphincter and his hand was fully in my bowel. I clenched to hold his fist deep in my arse and felt the hairs on his lower arm as he went in deeper. One of his fingers found my prostate, and he massaged it to the point of no return, and my massive cum load shot from my cock over our bodies.
Shamus eased off, and gradually pulled his fist out, gently slapping my expanded rosebud as it expelled the intruding hand. Involuntarily, I let a stream of piss flow, and Shamus cupped some of it in his hand and ladled it into my mouth. He lifted over me, his cock rock hard, and I took it into my mouth just in time to receive his second lot of cum. I held his cock in my mouth until his climax subsided, and worked my tongue around the piss slit to await his follow on piss, which soon came: a short flow, but hot and fresh Ð a superb way to finish off the session.
We lay slumped on the bed until we got our breath back and Shamus said he would have to go. He planted his tongue in my mouth and shared the taste of his piss and cum in my mouth before he got up to dress. "Thanks for that", he said, "and I hope for a repeat soon."
"Same here" I answered, "whenever you're ready." I saw him to the door and returned to the bedroom. Feeling slutty, I lay on the bed, damp from our piss, and started to play with my cock and hole, enjoying the results of Shamus's work. Gradually, tiredness came over me, and I fell asleep to sweet dreams of a fantastic couple of hours.