I don’t move in the world of kink. As I’ve said before, leather leaves me cold. B/D and S/M scares the shirt out of me. I can’t begin to fathom scat and how eating a stud’s feces can be a turn-on, and even the milder fetish of shaving strikes me as un-erotic, dull, and a little stupid.
But one thing I’ve observed is that it’s the more ordinary-appearing guys who have the secret kinks. They don’t come across as crazy-eyed freaks or drooling, deviant man whores. They keep it neatly under their suits and work clothes, then let it explode when they hook up with a like-minded dude. Or dudes.
I got an email from a site I belong to a few months ago. It was kind of nice and friendly and the stud who sent it was, based on his pictures, hot. Middle-aged, manly, good body, sparse hair and a twinkle in blue eyes. He said he liked my pictures, he was in town for a few days, and was I interested in joining him at his hotel. With his friend. So of course I asked about the friend. My stud ‒ he went by CJ ‒ said his buddy was a younger guy, lean and hot, who liked being passive. CJ then said he hit me up because my profile mentioned how I like to watch.
Hot damn. Gold, I thought. I love watching and getting off. All the cum with none of the responsibility.
CJ answered the door, looking very fine in a tank top and boxers. He really looked like the stud next door, wholesome and hot, maybe a dad and career guy. He asked me in with a warmth and easy, open manner, like I was there for a business meeting. Which made his grabbing at his cock all the hotter. Once I was in, he drew up close to me, nuzzling my neck with his lips, saying how glad he was I came. As I felt my cock stiffen I looked behind him. I asked where his friend was. On the way, CJ said. Then he smiled broadly, suddenly hugged me really hard, and jammed his tongue in my mouth.
There was a knock at the door, very soft. Before he went to it, CJ told me directly and commandingly what to do. I was to drop my pants and shorts and sit in the chair in the corner. What’s more, he didn’t move to the door until I did this. My thighs were spread, my jeans were around my ankles, my nearly hard dick was in my hand. He nodded in approval and opened the door.
The kid who came in couldn’t have been more than twenty. Tall and skinny, with a tousled head of black hair and thick black eyebrows. He entered, took a fast look at me, and from then on it was like I was a ghost. Neither of them paid any attention to me at all. I was the audience. Then the show began.
CJ laid down on the bed as the boy stripped. Completely. His body was hairless except for the patch of black around the long, fat cock hanging between his legs. His arms crossed behind his head, CJ watched along with me. Actually, he stared at the boy, impassive and stone-faced. I saw the bulge in his boxers grow, though. Once the boy was nude, he moved to the side of the bed and began fondling CJ. I had a perfect view and, as I stroked, I was thinking that this was my idea of fucking heaven.
Several times, the boy began to pull CJ’s cock out. Each time he got a hard slap, either on his hand or his face, for his trouble. This was weird and I was a little concerned as to where it was going. There was electricity in the air, tensions sexual and otherwise. But I stayed where I was, still very hard.
Then CJ swung his legs around and sat on the foot of the bed, close to me. The boy kneeled down in front of him. CJ opened his fly and his cock flopped out, semi-hard. The boy moved his head closer to it but CJ held him back by the scalp. I was waiting for CJ’s cock to harden and for him to face fuck the kid in front of me. That wasn’t the plan, though.
The silence and the tension building, my bud’s cock stayed just as it was, only half-hard. Then he looked down at the boy, caught his eye and nodded at him. At which moment the kid moved his mouth in, closed his eyes and opened wide. A stream of piss began to flow into that mouth. At first the aim was off and it hit around the boys lips. Then the kid arched his neck to make his gaping mouth a better bowl. He gripped CJ’s legs and gulped the yellow stream down for everything he was worth. Me, I was seeing clear precum at my cockhead, turned on beyond measure by this display of pure obedience.
With a grunt, CJ stopped his own flow. Then he spoke, ordering the boy on the bed. I had a perfect view of the kid’s spread legs and hard cock, and of CJ straddling him, his nuts hanging over the top of the boy’s head. Then he released the rest of his flow, pissing all over the kid’s chest and face. My balls churned and I was ready right then to cover myself with my own load.
So was the kid. This was his cue to jerk off and, as the last drops of CJ’s piss hit his face, he pumped frantically on his meat, his skinny legs bucking. I think we shot at the exact same moment. I felt warm jizz hit my chest and my thighs, as I saw the boy’s load fly up to practically the ceiling. He was in a wild spasm of cumming ‒ it went everywhere, and I mean everywhere, including CJ’s body.
I was gasping and the boy was gasping. For the first time, CJ looked directly at me and smiled. Then he scooped up some of the load that had landed on his boy, lubed himself with it, and shot a hefty load right on the boy’s face in no time. It almost seemed like the pissing had been the better ‘cumming’ for him, so calm did he stay while he shot.
I stood, then walked clumsily ‒ I was sort of holding my jeans up halfway ‒ to the bathroom, for a quick wipe up. When I came back into the room, the two were lying side by side and CJ was smoking. He sweetly smiled at me. Then he said that I was welcome to stay; he was going to drink a lot more water and fill the boy again soon. I thanked him but said I needed to be going.
The piss fetish. I never thought it could get to me, but it did. Funny, how before I even knew what was going to happen in that room, I felt I had stumbled into a golden opportunity.
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