The love of Piss 1
It was 2am, and the SOP (Streams of Pleasure) night at the Central Station fuck club was about to close. I was slumped in a corner of the backroom, which was now lit up because the lights in the cellar had been turned back on.
My hair, and the rest of me, especially the ragged yellow tee shirt, which was all I was wearing, was soaked in piss, my cunt was stretched and filled with multiple loads, and my mouth tasted of cum and piss. It was a typical Sunday morning after an evening of being fucked stupid, (and then some), and I was feeling very happy, and for the moment at least, pretty satisfied. The room was empty apart from me, and I was just struggling to get up from the shallow pool of piss around me, onto legs which were a bit wobbly, when one of the barmen came in to clean up.
He grinned down at me, "Hah, I might have known you'd be the last to leave. You were the first to arrive too! Cunt well filled, Slutboy?" Everybody called me Slutboy.
"Filled to overflowing, thanks David," I replied, "like always after a night here." David had fucked me at least once over the evening, and I'd drunk a load of his piss too. It hadn't been very much because he specialised in serving piss cocktails at the bar, piss, vodka and lemonade, for which there had been a stream, pun intended, of eager customers, one of whom had been me as soon as I'd arrived.
"Yeh, this place is the best." He bent down and picked up a couple of well filled condoms, from the piss pool, looked at them, then handed one to me, before emptying the other into his own mouth. I grinned up at him, before doing the same, with the other. It was sweet and smooth, and slightly piss flavoured, but a bit cold, cum is better warm and straight from the cock.
He was looking around for any other discarded stuff, and saw some glasses against the wall across the room. One was filled to the brim with what looked like lager, but probably wasn't, at least it may have been once, before being recycled.
He picked it up and grinning at me, took two generous gulps.
"Chateau cock, 2024. Fuck, I love my job. Want some?" He handed the half empty glass down to me and I drained most of it gratefully, before slowly tipping the rest over my head and face. It was still a bit warm; obviously a parting gift from a patron who hadn't found a useful face or mouth.
David was a commodities broker in the City of London during the week, but at the weekend he was a piss and cum guzzling slut on the staff at Substation. A boy has to get his jollies somehow, after all. I'd seen him several times during the evening, in the backroom room, either on his knees sucking cock or standing and hosing down some other lucky bastard. He had a big cock, a bigger bladder, which he always kept well topped up, and he loved to share his assets.
But much as I hated to leave, it really was time to go home. I got up and David pulled me into an open mouthed kiss. We tasted of cum and smelled of piss; perfect. I ran my hands over his tight, smooth chest, he was only wearing a jock and trainers like all the staff, and then down his back to his hard wet arse, before teasing his own loose, cummy cunt.
"You'd better get your clothes, they'll be closing the cloakroom soon."
He was right. I walked, slightly stiffly, enjoying the feeling of my cumslick, leaking arse, to the entrance, and the clothes check. Eight other late leavers were standing around chatting while they were getting dressed; I wasn't the only one wanting to extend the evening.
David came through with one of the other barmen, Josh. "Hi guys, Josh lives just around the corner."
"Yeah, I was wondering," said Josh, "if anyone would like to continue the party in my flat? There's beer and lemonade from the bar here. If you're still thirsty, or your cunt or cock is still itchy; the night is yet young."
Josh was seriously cute, and a major slut, so there was no doubt about what we were being invited back for. I was sure he would have spent time in the back room, and certainly in one of the play pools, he loved being hosed down by multiple patrons, all the barmen did. (Don't we all?) But a lot of the time he would have been stuck behind the bar like David, so it was understandable if he wanted to share, or be opened up, a bit more.
That sounded great to me, my cunt was always itchy for cock. And at that moment I was bursting to take a piss so I could certainly make someone happy. There was a chorus of thanks and grins all round.
One other naked clubber came out of the loo at that moment. He was cute, and a huge semi hard cock arched out and down in front of him. It was wet and shiny. Lube or cum? Probably both. He was quickly given the invitation too, and lazily wanked his slick cock and grinned at everyone. My cock chubbed up in anticipation, and seeing the new guy's cock got my arse itching even more. I didn't recognise him from the back room, but there were plenty of times when I was standing up against the wall with my arse out, taking anonymous cocks, so who knew, I may already have his cum in my cunt along with twenty or so others?
I passed over my token, which was in my piss sodden trainer, and was given my clothes. I didn't bother washing. I thought I smelled great, so I pulled them on over my half dried body, and slicked back my wet hair, dripping piss down the back of my T-shirt. As I bent down to get my legs in the trousers, I let out a small fart and I could feel more cum leaking from my rather loose cunt. One of the other guys there noticed it, and laughed.
"You're leaking cum, slutboy. How many loads did you take this time?"
"I don't know," I said honestly, "I stopped counting after fifteen. It's been a good night, and it sounds as if it hasn't finished yet."
The new guy came up behind me and fingered my open wet cunt, sliding two fingers in and releasing more cum. "Yep, this hole is primed and ready for more, I reckon." And then sucked his fingers clean.
"I reckon too and hope you'll be one of those to do it" I said with a grin. "I'll tell you what. You fuck me and I'll give you all you can drink."
He laughed along with the others and said, "It's a deal, Slutboy." I had no idea who he was, but he knew my nickname!
All dressed, we left the club and walked to Josh's flat which was, as David had said, just round the corner, overlooking the canal. I was walking at the back of the group and smiled to myself at the smell of piss that wafted back from everyone. We shed our clothes in the hallway and Josh took us into his bathroom, which was quite large; it was clear what this had been designed for. It was more a sort of wet room, with a drain in the middle of the black rubber floor. David brought out several bottles of lemonade and handed them round.
"Make yourselves at home guys," said Josh, "and please, make me wet!" There was a show of thumbs up.
I thought, I hope I can catch some of the shower myself. Then realised that whatever else I managed to drink I had to get rid of some first. I walked the few steps to where he was kneeling, stood over him and pushed my half hard cock in his mouth. He looked up, and opened his mouth wide, looking at me with pleading, grateful eyes. I closed mine as the huge relief swept over me and I finally relaxed into the piss. It was a fierce stream, but he was a seasoned piss drinker, it was a requirement of the staff at SOP, so that wasn't a problem.
Most of it he drank straight down, but he also held my cock over his head and let me soak his face and hair. I stopped the flow for a moment, bent down and shared a generous mouthful with him. Warm, and bland, and sweet; this was prime boy piss, (well `boy', I'm twenty five) straight from the tap, and my speciality. At that moment the guy with the big cock who had joined us last, stood next to us.
"Hey buddy, not so fast, you were going to save some of that for me remember?"
I grinned at him and nodded for him to get on his knees, taking note of the thick hard cock that was standing out and proud from his hairy groin, thinking that's going to be slamming into my cunt in just a few minutes. I kept him waiting for a few seconds, while I stared down at him grinning widely, to build up the tension, then I let rip. He drank for the first few seconds, like any good piss slut would, but then he slightly bent his head forward and then back, letting the heavy stream play, first over his thick blond hair, which became plastered to his head, then over his upturned handsome face. I loved watching my piss streaming over his face, and so did a couple of the others there, who joined me in soaking him. Meanwhile Josh was drinking piss from one of the other guys.
I ran out for the moment, and looked around for a supply of my own. Three of the other guys were wrapped in a close hug, mouths together, eating tongues hungrily. I went over, and went down on my knees to get at their cocks. I ran my hands up their muscled hairy thighs, to let them know I was there. They got the idea quickly and pulled apart enough for me to start sucking. One of them grinned down at me, and bringing the pint glass he was holding, down and under their three cock heads, began to piss into it, his mates did the same. It filled up rapidly with the pale golden frothy liquid. I stared at it, centimetres from my face, and licked my lips.
"Want this slutboy, do you?" One whispered, I nodded eagerly. "Tell me how much you want it."
"Please John, I need it, I need your piss. Let me drink it. Please."
"Please, always gets it, Slutboy. Careful now, don't spill any and waste it." He handed it to me carefully, and only a little spilled over his hand, which he sucked clean.
I brought it to my lips and looking up at them, started to drink. Slowly, slowly, making the most of each warm, golden mouthful. They looked down at me and one winked, then taking the glass back, and after taking a couple of generous gulps himself, looked up and poured the warm urine over his own, and his friends' faces and open mouths. Liquid gold in a glass. Small rivulets of piss ran down the hard muscles of their chests and groins, off their half hard cocks, and into my wide open mouth where it belonged.
I was enjoying this when the new cummer with the big cock came up behind me, lifted me up, put a hand on the back of my neck, gently pushing me forward so that I went on with the cock sucking. He carefully positioned his cock head against my cunt and then pushed hard. Thank fuck it was already so full of cum, because shit, it was big! I mean, really big, we're talking Belami big. But it felt so good in there. I groaned with pleasure.
"Oh yes, that feels so fucking good, fuck my arse good man. Open it up again, and breed me fucker. Own my hole."
And fuck me good he did. This was the first time that night; if he'd fucked me before I would have remembered. This was five star cock, which was perfect, I've got a five star, highly trained cunt, (as mentioned on Trip Adviser). There was a wet squelching sound every time he slammed the cock home. And I imagined that hard shaft pushing into the slew of spunk already there. I guessed he'd be thinking just the same.
The fucking went on for five minutes, hard, soft, slow, and from different angles, he was a master. I had to get his number because I didn't want this just to be a one-off. I could have taken this cock for hours, but all too soon I could tell he was going for the cum. He tried to push harder against my arse to get his cock head as deep as possible, pulling me back against him, then I felt the pulses along his shaft deep in my arse as he filled it with its latest load. Oh the bliss of a cum filled arse. Just at that moment one of the cocks in my mouth erupted too. Splatters of warm cum filled my mouth and I swallowed it gratefully. It was too much, I was wanking during all this, and I came as well, pumping my own cum out and across the piss wet floor.
When he had finished cumming, I slowly stood upright, his cock still deep inside me. I didn't want him to pull it out, it felt so perfect, and we stood like that for maybe another minute while I felt it slowly get soft inside me. I closed my eyes savouring the moments. He made no attempt to move, and I relaxed back against him. Then I felt a huge burst of warmth deep inside. He was pissing in my arse. It was a glorious moment.
"Oh fuck yes," I sighed. "Fill my arse with piss, I love it."
He pissed for what seemed like ages, but must only have been for less than half a minute. It felt like a garden hose though, going off inside me, as the pressure built up; I felt massively full. Huge cock, huge piss stream.
As soon as he was finished, he pulled out, squatted down and clamped his mouth to my gushing cunt, sucking up the piss and cum cocktail that must have filled his mouth and soaked his face and hair. The three guys in front of us gave him a clap. This was life as it should be! Filled with cum and piss; of cum slick arses, and open throats.
When we'd recovered, Josh, his own hair soaking, and with piss still dribbling down one side of his face, handed me and the others, two litre bottles of lemonade for us to replenish ourselves, and keep the party going, we'd already been topping up from the bottles at the side of the room.
There was a pause as everybody drank the lemonade, and we grinned around at each other. There were still a few hard cocks proudly on display, and I eyed them greedily. I tried to decide if I wanted more cum in my arse or did I want to swallow it. I certainly wanted to get fucked a few more times; but swallowing, that was definitely better. And more piss, always more piss.
And more piss suddenly became available. Josh who'd been drinking plenty of piss all this time (host's privilege) realised he had a lot to share and he decided he wanted to share it with me. He walked over, holding his cock, his eyebrows raised in a question. I was on my knees again in the blink of an eye, my mouth open like a starving bird.
He nodded and grinned down at me, then standing with his legs apart and his hips thrust forward, let rip with a powerful stream which hit me straight on the bridge of my nose, and stung my eyes so I had to close them, but it soon found its way directly into my gulping throat. I let it fill up my mouth till it was overflowing then closed it, so my cheeks bulged out, and swallowed. Wonderful.
He had his own half-filled pint glass, in his hand and took a generous gulp of the piss in it before bending down and sharing it with me in an open mouthed kiss. There is something so intimate about sharing a piss kiss. I savoured the warm urine as we swapped it backwards and forwards, with frequent topping up from the glass. When that was empty we quickly replenished it. Though I found it difficult to angle my hard cock to get the piss in the glass.
My cunt needed more fucking. I stood up in the middle of the room, and keeping my legs straight and far apart, I bent over and held my ankles. It wasn't long before it was filled with a new cock. Hard and pretty long. And the glorious arse dance started again. I've got pretty good control, that's why my cunt is so popular. I squeezed hard, making my fucker groan. Squeeze and relax, in time with his fucking. I moved my hips around in a slow gentle circle making sure my cunt was fully stretched from all angles. He didn't last long; after about ten minutes he was grunting, then in a flurry of strokes, he bred my hole deep. I had been going to ask him to pull out and feed me instead. But it would have been a bit mean to disturb him while he was having such a good time.
As his cock softened and slid out, I saw no point in changing my position, so I stayed where I was, and waited for the next one. But the next guy had other ideas, he tapped me on the shoulder and told me to kneel. Then he put a bloated cock in my mouth and after a few seconds, with his hands on his hips and grinning down at me, he said.
"Don't spill a drop Slutboy, it took at least an hour to produce this."
A fountain of precious piss went off in my mouth. I had to swallow hard to keep up. But I'd been guzzling piss at every opportunity I got since I was seventeen, so I could handle it. This whole evening was about getting fucked in the arse and drinking piss and I was in pig sty heaven. What do the Brazilians call it? Cascada durada? Well it was a golden cascade that I was being given, and I loved it. Half a minute though and he was done.
I was going to stand up but another cock, this time hard, and being furiously wanked was pushed in my face. David, good old David, always there when needed, with a mouthful of cum to give a thirsty slut. I stared at the shiny nob end just in front of my face, and inching forward closed my lips around it, bathing it in saliva waiting for the precious load.
I took over the wanking, hoping to slow down the explosion and increase the anticipation. I wanted to have him squirming before he came, that way the load would be bigger. I just concentrated on wanking the end of his long shaft, quick light strokes with my fingertips, into my soft wet mouth and onto my tongue. He groaned above me, music to my ears! And bent over, his hands digging into my shoulders. Then he suddenly jerked and a huge gush of cum, then another, flooded across my tongue. There was so much I almost choked. I let it fill my mouth with its salty sweetness and savoured its rich goodness. This was the essence of a man, the milk of paradise, cum, wonderful cum. I let it roll around in my mouth, like a wine connoisseur savours a classic vintage. I never swallow cum straight away, I want to appreciate its special texture and flavour before I swallow it; every load is different.
"Show me," he said quietly. I looked up and opened my mouth wide to show him the pool of his cum that had flooded across my tongue and around my teeth. He grinned down proudly at the huge load he'd produced. "Now swallow it."
Keeping my mouth open, I ran my tongue around in it one more time, before letting the sperm slowly slip down my throat, and closed my mouth to swallow; then opened it to show him it was all gone. He lightly slapped both sides of my wet face, grinning.
"Way to go, slut boy! SOP's favourite cum dump."
I closed my eyes, revelling being in a world of cum. (My fantasy job had always been to work in a sperm bank, where I could help disposing of out of date samples by drinking them myself).
I came out of this momentary reverie when a new piss stream hit the side of my face. I quickly opened my eyes, looked towards where the stream was coming from, and opened my mouth. This was a more gentle stream, the sort I could swallow in my sleep; not that I was complaining. I suckled the end of the long cock as it dangled over my face, playing with it with my tongue so that the piss splashed over my face and hair.
I could feel the two litres of so of lemonade just I'd drunk, together with all the piss, was working its way through, and I'd soon be ready to share. The question was with whom? I looked around for Big-Cock, (I had to find out what he was really called). I needed to show him my appreciation for the ace fucking he'd given me.
I looked around and could see him in the huge double shower getting hosed down already, as he slowly wanked that huge cock of his. His face was turned up, his eyes were closed, but his mouth was open, (of course) and there was a look of intense happiness on his face as the two streams completely soaked his face and hair, and repeated filled his mouth. I went over and looked down at him, knowing just how he felt. I could remember once being in a piss club in Los Angeles, called Basic Plumbing, lying in a bath while taking piss from three guys at once, and wanting it to go on for ever.
I waited for their piss streams to dry up, before stepping into the cubicle myself. He opened his eyes, obviously thinking the shower had come to an end for the moment, and looked up at me, then at my half hard cock. He raised his eyebrows in expectation and leaned forward a little with his mouth open. I grinned down and let go a heavy stream, which I played, for a few seconds over his handsome face and curly hair, then into his open mouth and watched as he greedily gulped it down. I stopped for a moment to bend down and share a piss filled kiss.
When I too ran dry, I quickly glanced at my special waterproof watch, I kept for piss nights; 4am. I was feeling shagged out. Even SOP's favourite cum dump needs to sleep some time. He reached up for a helping hand. And I pulled him up before gently kissing his slightly puffy, piss wet lips. We grinned at each other. Then he took my face in his hands and kissed me more deeply. I could feel his noble cock sparring with my own.
"Want to come back to my place?" he said.