Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2017 15:50:45 -0500 From: Bruce Turner Subject: Lynn XIII LYNN XIII They had heard us talking and pulled away from each other. Hank moved up to where Sarge could lick at his dick. Manny was less adventurous but he stood where his dick was in Lynn's face and ordered my lover to suck it. They both stood there until the dogs turned and tied with us. After that Lynn and I both had dicks in our mouths, while I could only take about two thirds of Uncle Hank's dick I could feel Manny's ball sac hitting my lower lip. I don't know whether it was the alcohol or that they both have great control but the dogs had pulled out and neither of the men had cum as of yet. I had watched Uncle Hank suck Lynn before and heard him say that he enjoyed dog cum more than once when he was with Lynn and I. I didn't expect to see him face to ass with Lynn as soon as the dog had laid down in a corner to lick his own dick but I wasn't too surprised. Whether Manny had expected that or not I don't know to this day but he followed his husband's lead and was lapping up the cum that was flowing out of my full ass, driving me mad. He didn't eat my ass and Sarge's cum for as long as Hank was on Lynn's ass but I was happy to feel that big dick slide into me and start a roto movement that was stirring up the hot dog cum and slicking down his dick. While Manny had lasted while watching the dogs and lapping up Sarge's cum from my ass he only lasted a few strokes when I clamped down tight to ride him hoping he could give me another anal orgasm, Sarge had stirred up the first two for the day. Uncle Hank was sitting on the floor recovering from fucking my lover when Manny walked back into the room drying his hair and announced that we had a half hour before we were due downstairs. I hadn't heard anything about that, Uncle Hank explained that once a week their downstairs neighbor Garrett had them down for dinner, when he heard that there were now four people living here he had invited us along. I warned Hank that with as much air that had been pumped into our asses along with the cum we would be gassy and maybe not the best guests at a sit down dinner. He suggested we empty what we could, shower, put on a suit (not a sports jacket) and be in the formal room in twenty five minutes. I had recently seen Uncle Hank in a suit and knew that the suits Lynn and I had would look ratty in comparison but he insisted we would be alright if it was a suit and our ties were properly tied, definitely not a pre-tied joke. I hoped he was right, I hated thinking that we would look like the country cousins in their rustic. Uncle Hank had told us that he and Manny had friends in the building and that we should expect invitations haphazardly as we were heading to the shower. "Dean, how long before you start to work?" "Eight more days. I'm going to have a free week while you start job hunting." I wanted to laugh at him but thought better of it. "Don't you think I'll get the job your Uncle was talking to me about?" Hoqw such a gorgeous man could be so insecure, I didn't know. "I didn't know that you had decided that you were going to go for it." I wasn't surprised, all through school Lynn was the one that people were attracted to, the one that could have had anyone on his arm, the one I couldn't resist. I supposed it would depend on what companies were looking for, but I believed he would be successful if he listened to Uncle Hank and let the same company manage his career, I had heard that there was a need for black men to be the face of a community underrepresented in magazines. "Hell, I won't need to work, I'll have a super-model for my lover." "You'll work, bitch. I don't want any lazy stay at home husband that will be having the dogs fuck him while I am slaving away in front of the hot lights." We were still laughing about that when we walked down the main stairway to meet Hank and Manny. "A couple of warnings, Garrett is an international lawyer that is worth quite a bit of money. Don't talk about money or he will bore you all evening about developing your own stock portfolios. Number two, I am sure you will realize this ten minutes after you are downstairs, don't mention Josh and Sarge. Garrett fights for animal rights all around the globe and has fought to make bestiality illegal in many countries and states here in the USA. If Jacques is at the dinner table don't attempt talking with him as he is Garrett's slave and is not permitted to speak when there is company." I wouldn't have expected it but Manny took the conversational lead when we were having drinks before dinner. I was having a heard time remembering the few subjects that were off limit so there were a few uncomfortable minutes when Garrett explained what we would need to do if we were going to set up a retirement account right out of college. I listened hard, not that I felt I would have the money to invest but because I would be getting more money from the college account than I had spent on college so I would want to be smart about what I did with it. Learning that Manny worked for Garrett was interesting but didn't give me any more of an idea as to what Manny did. Jacques was sitting at the dining room table that was set for ten when we walked into the dining room. He was wearing a shiny Tuxedo jacket and a diamond studded collar without a shirt. Or pants that I could see from the other side of the table. Garret informed us that the other guests would be arriving in ten to fifteen minutes. There was a platter of boiled shrimp for an appetizer and to stretch the time until the other guests arrived. The cocktail glasses were removed from the table by a Cuban gentleman in a white dinner jacket and slacks, again without a shirt. He returned to the table with two bottles of wine that had been breathing on the sideboard. Garrett took a sip that was served from each and approved of them, Carlos went around the table pouring wine even where there were no people giving us a fine view of his chest and abdomen. Carlos had one glass left to finish when a chime rang. He took the minute to pour the wine and left the dining room in order to open the door. The first couple were two older gentlemen that looked as if they had been together forever, they had started to look alike. The other couple didn't really seem to be a couple, the one man was about thirty, tall, dark and handsome, not as handsome as Hank or Lynn but outstanding, the man with him couldn't have been more than one or two years older than Lynn and I. He was introduced as Tom and that was the last time he spoke, he was dressed like Jacques except for the diamonds and a pair of latex shorts so tight you could have counted the hair on his balls. "Garrett, I heard a rumor that you will be sponsoring Team New York when it heads to Madrid for the World Gay Games." "They hit me up again, Ted is arranging for a jet that will carry the whole team at a price not much less than what it cost me to fly from New York to Mumbai. Will you be going to watch the boys?" "I hadn't really thought about going, I don't think I know any of the competitors this year. Since Ivan lost the diving medal last time he doesn't want to compete again." I had to learn about this, I had only heard bits and pieces about the games but it might keep me diving and that would be perfect since I had been doing better recently and would need some physical activity other than fucking to keep me in shape. "We just got to town, as you know." Why did I add that superfluous phrase? "Have the teams already been chosen or will there be a try out for the diving team?" I tried to direct the question to the man that had mentioned not knowing anyone this year but his partner answered. For the next half hour we talked about diving, Lynn was proud but I could see he was getting bored but Hank was extolling my recent exploits and getting promises from those that knew anyone that they would find out about the team as soon as possible and let me know. I had Lynn and we had Manny and Hank but I knew I would need to expand my circle of acquaintances or I would soon be the gay nerd in the museum with no reason to go home. I knew that it wouldn't be long before Lynn would find a three on three game or an evening league for frustrated college or high school B-ball players. "That was the most that I ever heard that group talking about sports. They were either enamored of you or being their most polite." Manny had his hands on my shoulders as we entered the elevator, I thought he might be just a little inebriated. "Manny, I don't much care, they aren't the circle of men that I think will be our friends. Maybe in twenty years or so, but right now we need friends that are actually doing things not just supporting the community. I hope I am able to help out when I've been working for a few years but right now I'd like to believe your friends will come through and find out about Team NYC and if there are Any spots left for two young strangers." "Two? I didn't know Lynn dove also." "No, he is more likely to what to join up with a B-ball team if they have one. "What was with Jacques and Tom? Why weren't they involved in any of the conversations?" "Care to explain it Hank?" Manny walked off towards the guest bathroom down the hall. I turned to Hank hoping he would explain. "Garrett bought Jacques about five years ago, it was supposed to be a one year term of slavery but the boy has stayed in his gilded cage. Garrett won't allow him to speak to anyone else for fear that he might leave. From what I've seen Garret make the boy do at some of his more casual affairs I would be surprised if he would, Jacques always seems to be pleased to obey his master. "Jonathon is Garrett's cousin from the side of the family with a little less money. He moved into the building about three years ago, I think Garret may be helping him out so he can afford living here. About four or five months ago they went to an auction in Atlanta, they brought back Tom. Garrett has been working with Jonathon to train Tom. I have yet to see him at one of Garrett's other events but I have no doubt that one of these days Jonathon will take him to one and show off his fully trained slave. "They don't allow the slaves to speak when there is anyone else around, I don't know if the boys are allowed to speak when alone with their masters. From what I was told by Ted, the boys are to be given Ten Thousand dollars a month after they serve the cousins for a year. If they leave after a year they get $100,000, tax free." "It is rather difficult to think of them as slaves if they are really earning money for serving their masters. It is more like they are prostitutes." I knew the men were probably using the boys in ways that only slaves would perform but still $10,000. a month isn't bad. "I don't know if you will be invited to one of the other events, if you are you will see that they serve as slaves. They have no choice as to what they do or to whom they do it." "Is that why you have the room set up as a modern dungeon?" I didn't know that Uncle Hank was into slaves but I thought I ought to know if I was going to be staying here. "That is the way Manny and I started out. I didn't buy him, but I found him selling his dick outside of a studio where I had just done my first semi-nude photo-shoot. I wasn't feeling that good about having done it so when I bumped into him I decided to bring him home to take it out on him. "I know he looks like he is a bulldog, but those first few months he took the beatings and abuse I heaped on him without a complaint. He was the first man I had met that was able to take my entire dick down his throat and up his ass. He had been coming at my call for about five months, it was the first Thanksgiving I had decided not to visit with your parents. I think you were a junior in High School, I was having trouble keeping my hands off you when I did visit and I didn't go that year because more than anything I wanted to fuck you until you begged to come to NYC with me. "I think I had too much to drink. Do you really want to hear this? It might be better if I was sober and could tell it in nearly the order it happened." "Uncle Hank you're doing fine." I had been jarred by the admission he wanted to fuck me and thinking back knew that if he had made a move that Thanksgiving I would have happily allowed him what he wanted. That was about the time I had de3cided that I wanted more that a dick in my mouth. "Garrett was gone so there wasn't anyone in the building that I cared to spend the day with although I had been invited to at least ten or twelve group dinners. Honestly I have never liked those too much, generally they are boring. Somehow your mother always seems to invite a group that has interesting conversations, until this year. "I'm not a bad cook, but I am certainly not a chef or a pro in the kitchen. I promised Manny Thanksgiving dinner. He said his family didn't have a special dinner on the day so he was excited to see what I thought was a traditional Thanksgiving dinner. I cheated, I've never told Manny the truth, but Garrett's chef prepared the entire dinner and left here about thirty minutes before he showed up." "Carlos told me when we spent Christmas there that year." Manny gave Hank a look that told him not to argue. "Was that the year Garrett gave you the gold and silver collar?" "No that year he gave me a set of leathers and a silver dildo." "One of the best gifts you have ever received. "Over dinner we came to the understanding that there was more between us than just a few hundred dollars a week. Manny moved in that weekend. Just because the money stopped didn't mean the abuse did." "Actually after the first of the next year I think it increased. Around that first Valentine's day I thought I was going to need to find another place to live so I would survive knowing you." "Why" Hank looked hurt. I don't hink he had ever known that Manny almost left him. "Are you sure you want me to say that in front of your nephew?" "Why not? He has been brave enough to let us watch him take dog dick." "Christmas, Hank had a collar welded around my neck. That was the day I knew that I would always want to be with him and would do whatever he asked. "A week later I began doubting myself when at ten minutes to midnight on New Year's Eve he dropped his pants and took a shit on a plate that he had set in front of me." "It was a silver platter." "He ordered me to eat it. We had never gone there before, I had never even thought about the idea of eating shit, his or anyone's. I didn't move fast enough for him, he pushed a small cattle prod into my nutsac. "I don't think it was planned that way but I doubled over face first into the platter of his shit. He was still hold my head against his turds when midnight sounded on the TV." "He did clean up what I gave him." Hank sounded proud of the fact that Manny had eaten his shit and licked the platter clean. "We have a tradition that what you are doing at midnight when the New Year begins is what you will do all year. I looked at my future as his slave eating his shit, drinking his piss and allowing him to abuse me with whips, dildos and other toys that were intended to give me pain and him pleasure. "By Valentine's Day I was eating shit at least once a week and if he wasn't booked up everyday I would be eating it directly from his ass as he squatted over my face." "You always looked so hot with your face covered in shit. Dean, some day when Manny isn't here I'll show some of the pictures I have of him." "No, you won't." There was a real note of anger there. "You are telling the story, why would you be ashamed to have me show Dean what you looked like." "Don't argue about this, guys. I really don't think I want to see Manny with shit all over his face." They started laughing so hard I thought they were going to make themselves retch. I didn't know what was so funny until I looked at Lynn and saw him miming the words, "It didn't happen." "Why would you tell me that you made Manny eat shit when you didn't?" I don't know what my feelings were. Was I disappointed that what they told me hadn't happened or was I angry at them for telling me a gross story that had my dick stand up at full attention? "You are so gullible, Dean. Manny has never been a slave or a hustler. We met at a photo-shoot when his company was changing their image. I think I fell in love the day I met him and did everything I could to get him to go on our first date." "You two are real bastards. Just for that you're not going to get to watch me with Josh or Sarge unless you lick my ass before I wipe it clean." I couldn't belief they grabbed me and after a struggle had me over Hank's lap and both of them spanked me, much harder than I would have ever expected they could. I would have thought Lynn would have protected me as much as he could but instead I saw him slip to the floor and then he was sucking my dick while I had two men hitting my butt cheeks harder than I had ever been hit. I didn't understand it but I stayed hard in Lynn's mouth and with my Uncle and his husband beating on me got closer to my orgasm until Lynn grabbed my balls tightly and I shot in his mouth volley after volley of cum until my body rebelled and I screamed at everyone. "Damn, Dean that ass looks so hot." "It is, it is burning from the beating they gave me." Even though Lynn had sucked my dick while Hank and Manny beat on my ass I wasn't sure I was over being angry at him for not defending me. "Hot and I'm going to fuck it until you howl." He slapped at my butt, I tried to avoid his hand but still got hit on one side. It had only been three hours since Lynn had fucked my boyfriend but I was sure he knew what he was talking about. Any time he had gotten me to howl he had shot at least two loads of cum into me, turning me into every position he could think of without ever withdrawing his dick, I had thought he was studying the Kama Sutra for men. To have his body slapping against my heated butt was going to drive me crazy with desire but I would try to hold off howling until at least one of the dogs fucked my face. I'd had Sarge fuck me earlier but after the dinner with two silent slaves and how awkward I had felt at the meal being under-dressed I needed one or more of the dogs. Lynn is solid muscle and has tight skin on every part of his wonderful body. I am always ready for him to fill my ass, partially because he seems to fit so much nicer than any other dick and partially because I love him so much, it may also be that his dick was the first in my ass and I had become most used to it. As his body slammed against my burning cheeks I wanted to cry out but holding on to the moment I started howling was important both because of how Lynn would make me feel and because he wanted that from me. I was grinding against my lover when Josh presented his dick to me and was on my back fucking my face almost as quickly as I opened my mouth. Letting Josh fuck my mouth requires me to mostly hold my mouth open but not really sucking much. He fucked his dick through my lips, hitting the back of my throat running the knot over my tongue. Because I don't exert that much pressure Josh lasts longer in my mouth than he does in my ass. Still, he is pumping out cum from about the time his knot begins to form so I have to work at swallowing what seems like more than a pint of cum versus the one or two tablespoons that most men shoot. I think Lynn shoots about two tablespoons full, we tried measuring it but got carried away playing with each other and never went back to that silliness, someday we will I'm sure. Lynn had been rubbing my prostate for twenty minutes or more, having cum once it was sensitive and when Josh hopped off my face began pumping harder and faster. I wanted to cum again but my dick was no longer hard, Lynn rubbed against it hard and I did give in and howl. A sound that had Sarge running to see what was happening. Lynn shot while I was howling and fell out moments later. Sarge got his snout in my ass and licked up all of Lynn's cum he could and then got on my back to mount me for the second time that day. Usually I would have only taken Sarge twice if they were at least twelve hours apart but Lynn had stoked the need in me to be fucked and fucked and fucked some more. If it hadn't been Sarge fucking me I would have asked Lynn to allow Hank and Manny to fuck me. That I was even thinking about that seems wrong but I know that I get to that point, if Lynn had said no he would have known that I was going to ride his cock again even if he wanted to sleep. I looked over when Sarge was getting ready to turn and saw that my Uncle and his husband were gone. Just the thought of getting into bed almost made me collapse, fortunately Sarge was holding me up. Lynn helped us turn so I could rest my chest on the sofa. "I'm going to walk Josh. I'll be back to get Sarge and if he's finished I'll help you get into bed." I couldn't do any more than squeeze his hand and give his a grin. I woke the next morning alone in the bed. I wandered around the apartment and found no one. When I walked through the kitchen I found a note stuck to the refrigerator, Lynn had gone with Hank to the modeling agency and Manny was working. I was sore and moving slowly, about an hour later I had finished taking a shower and dressed enough to take the two dogs for a walk in Central Park, a bit further than Hank had taken them the previous night and most likely earlier that morning. We didn't have far to go to reach an entrance to the park, it would have been nicer if I could have allowed them to run loose but I couldn't. I was early June, the sun was shining and the temperature was in the low eighties, warm enough that I wanted to lay in the grass and soak in some rays. Unlike most days, I hadn't left the apartment commando style, the briefs I was wearing could pass for swim trunks so I stripped out of everything else and stretched out where the dogs could lay in the shade. It was the first time I had time to myself since I'd been asked to move out of the dorm. I had some men stop to look at me and a few that stood there long enough to make me uncomfortable even though I figured there were just cruising, which I wasn't. I didn't think I had been there that long when I felt the sunburn. When I looked at the phone it showed that I had been there almost three hours. We went off in search of water for the dogs and anything cold for me, Italian Ice would have been my preference. We spent another couple hours exploring the park. Only by accident I found a corner of the park where there were men having sex in the bushes and one spot where they were having sex in the grass that was visible from the walk. I didn't think either of these places would fit the needs Lynn and I had when we looked for a spot to have sex with the dogs outdoors. But if we wanted, it did look like nearly anyone could get a blow job there. The dogs were pulling me along the path heading towards the apartment when I received a text from Lynn. I'm going to be a model. The agents are going to work with me for a week and I will be going on a shoot in ten days. 'We should celebrate. Congratulations.' 'I'll be back in an hour. Want to fuck the next supermodel?' 'I'll be waiting.' About ten minutes after I arrived at the apartment Lynn came in with Hank. I was waiting on the bed with lube heavily coating my dick. When I heard Lynn I called to him, "Come here and sit on it, Mr. Model, let's see how pretty you are riding my dick." Hank had to have heard me. Neither of us had sat on a dick much in the seven months we had been fucking, but with the lube and his desire it only took him a short amount of time before he was riding me like he had a bucking bronco under him. And YES he is that pretty riding a dick. Maybe he should just start out as a porn actor and forget about the legit business. Of course I would be jealous but as long as he came home? Or took me to work with him to meet the piss boys? "So you think I'm pretty? Lean up here so I can see how pretty you are with my full load all over your face." I had heard of people cumming on their partner's face but Lynn and I had been more into eating each other. When He started shooting on me I tried opening my mouth to catch what I could but he was intent on spraying cum on me. "Do you like what that looks like, pretty boy?" I was saying as a joke but I didn't know what he was going to do next. "Oh yeah, you look entirely edible." With that he bent down, my dick still in his ass, and licked up his cum before it ran off my face with his tongue and deposited it in my mouth. That was nice but not something I intend making a habit. "Are you just going to play around on my dick or are you going to get after it?" I wasn't ready to give him my load, I wanted him to work me as hard as he knows how. "Go for it, honey. I love when you milk the cum out of my balls. Do it good enough and I'll give you a load of cum and a load of piss." I had waited when I came in with the dogs, holding back my piss. Sure that Lynn would be wanting a hot stream somewhere if I didn't take a lead and give it to him where I wanted. I wanted his, too, but we hadn't gotten a rubber sheet for the bed so we would have to move to the bathroom. It was going to have to wait until I got a pay check, that is fine, I love drinking him. I held back from cumming as long as I possibly could, I thought about everything that might stop me from reaching an orgasm, surprising myself when I shot while thinking of my lover in the middle of an orgy being filmed for a Porn site that specialized in the kinkier side of life. I had thought that the last photos I had seen on that site would have made my dick go limp but with Lynn riding me, no such thing. One of these days I might tell him about that picture in my head, I have no idea what he will do. Lynn and I spent five or ten minutes cleaning each other's dick. Now that Hank and Manny had told me the fantasy story of their early months I wondered what Lynn was thinking as he licked the taste of his own ass off my dick. Could the story of eating shit be anywhere in his mind and if it was why would he continue slurping up and down my dick? Unless he liked the idea of eating shit? I had done the same thing with his dick after he had fucked me. The thought that I was eating shit hadn't affected me more than a little. It was usually at the first smell of the dick that had been in me that I thought about what I was about to do. Once I had my tongue to him or my mouth around his dick it didn't matter. Would I think the same way if there was more than just the taste? And the smell, honestly? "Lynn, we need to go out. Ever since Hank and Manny told us those lies about Manny eating shit I have been obsessed and I want to get over it." "You better get over it, I am never eating shit." "What do you think you were just doing? My dick rubbed up against bits of shit in your ass and you were licking off the traces." Lynn didn't respond. I am sure he was somewhat revolted since he had just been so adamant about the fact he wouldn't eat shit. I know I felt the same way but I at least admit that there were times after he fucked me and I was licking him clean that there might have been tiny specks of my own shit that I licked off. He rushed to the bathroom, I had forgotten that I'd given him an enema. "Are you okay?" I was afraid our short discussion had made him vomit. "Yeah, damn your piss is hot when it streams out of my asshole." He wasn't complaining, it was said as if he was marveling at the heat. "Don't be thinking you are getting it more often, I prefer watching you drinking it." That was the truth, but I did enjoy pissing in his ass and giving him showers. "I like it in my mouth, too." I already knew that. "And on your face and all over your head and on your chest and hitting your cock and balls." While I was reciting the places that Lynn enjoyed having my piss I thought about the fact I did, too. "You forgot I like it hitting my asshole, like you do." "Does this mean we are just a couple of piss pigs?" "I think we might be getting there. Right now I am only one for you but I could see it happening that I would indulge more." It was the first time that Lynn had admitted that he might allow another man to piss on him or in him. "You're right, I prefer to drink yours. Any other, even Uncle Hanks or the dogs I would prefer to keep on the outside." "You never said anything about the day I made the dogs piss on you, I figured you didn't want it to happen again." Lynn seemed to be very interested in what I had to say about that. I knew what I had just said might make him think I would have the dogs pissing on me again. "Did you have them piss on you while training them?" I trained deflecting the direction of the conversation. "Lynn has pissed on me but Sarge never has." I couldn't tell if he was pleased or upset by that. "Let's keep it that way. There are some people that think dogs piss on things to mark their territory or possessions, if Sarge has pissed on me to claim me as his we wouldn't want to confuse him by having him piss on you. Unless you want to give dog piss a taste?" "Not today." That sounded more like a forever than just today but who knows Lynn is adventurous "But I do need to piss, turn off the water and get down on your butt." It never took any more than that for me to be ready to have Lynn showering me in his steaming piss, basically anywhere these days. After a shower we went downstairs and told Hank that we would be going out for a walk and would probably get dinner while we were out. I thought it was only fair that we allow them the chance to have their apartment to themselves on occasion, that it means we have to spend money, okay. I hadn't planned on taking the dogs with us, but by the time were at the door they were up against us not giving us a choice. That is better than leaving them so we would have to walk them when we returned. Before Lynn went to get the leashes I whispered that he might want to grab some lube, too. With a Doberman and a Shepard I didn't have the least bit of fear in NYC. I figured we could walk almost anywhere and not be disturbed unless someone was shooting at random strangers, then there would be no safety for anyone. Neither of the dogs had been trained to heal, so they were a few steps ahead of us creating a path that the Pope could have used. We walked and talked for at least two hours. There were lots of matters that we hadn't decided when I choose to come to NYC and now that Lynn was on the path to an erratic career we needed to think about how we were going to do things. Living with Hank and Manny was alright for now, I actually preferred it until Lynn and I were used to the city and had our own preference as to where in the city would suit us. For now being within walking distance to Central Park seemed essential for the two big dogs and four block to work was not bad either. Although I had asked Lynn to bring along lube we didn't find a spot quiet enough for us to allow the dogs to hump us. We did find a few spots where we were able to watch other guys fucking and sucking but we didn't see any dog sex. After we found an outdoor spot where we could have more than hot dogs for dinner we went back into the park, we both needed to relieve our bladders and wanted to mark the other as our personal property in a very public way. We were looking out on the Rambles watching some guys throwing Frisbees but most of the people we saw were gathering up their things to leave. I faced the green while Lynn stood between me and anyone near enough to see us and soaked my crotch and shorts. He always gets to go first if we both need to piss, I can piss when hard and we both get hard when pissed on, he is unable to piss after getting hard until he starts to go back down. I can piss anytime, hard or soft and generally he will drink that but that evening we wanted to walk home smelling of each other (Perverted). We didn't care what anyone we'd see might think. The one that thought anything was Sarge, as soon as Lynn had finished pissing on me he lifted his leg and soaked my leg. "Are you ready to lick Sarge's piss off my leg?" He was the one that had trained the dog, I was kidding him but I had wondered what he would do when the opportunity was presented like this. After our discussion earlier I didn't think there was anyway that Lynn would do it. That Margarita with dinner must have loosened him up a little (neither of us drinks much), before I had started to piss he was on his knees licking at my leg. I let loose and pissed hard on his head splashing my legs but still most of the hot waste flowed over his face and on down his chest. There was going to be no question of what had been going on if anyone got near us. One look at Lynn's face when he stood and I knew there was no reason for me to feel anything but pride as we started our walk home, the dogs at our sides, the piss stinking and drying on our skin. "We may scandalize the doorman. We shouldn't do anything that will reflect on Uncle Hank. Any idea how to get past him without giving him a nose full of the scent of piss?" "Hank showed me how to get in without having to get past Jorge on the way back this afternoon. I think he had the feeling that there would be times that one of us would come back less than presentable, visually or like this." The smile on his face told me that he and Uncle Hank had talked about exactly what wouldn't pass the doorman's inspection. "If he knows how to do that there are probably others that know it too. So we'll have to be careful that no one else trying to sneak into the building smells us, either." "Stop worrying so much. You don't plan on going into politics do you?" He knew I worried about what other people thought about us sexually and there was no doubt in my mind that Lynn was attempting to prepare me for another session of some public exposure, I couldn't believe that even after what his brothers had done to him that Lynn wasn't upset when others saw or smelled us. "No, but your face and body are going to be seen by the public and a scandal won't make it easy to sell." I threw that out there even though the chance anyone would recognize either of us at this point in our lives was only because of us showing up on the internet. "Your Uncle said he disabled the camera outside the freight elevator everytime he thought he might be coming in that way. When we came through earlier he made sure I knew where the cameras were located but took the time to steal a part that he thought would take the maintenance people weeks to find. I would never have thought him capable of doing that." "I've heard some stories. Besides you know what he did to the neighbors to get your brothers in trouble. I don't think I would want to make him upset with me." Lynn had the key that opened a door by the loading dock. We followed the hallway and stairs down a level and were soon moving through what Lynn said Hank had told him were storage rooms for the occupants. I had taken off my shirt when we entered the building and tied the sleeves around my neck, it was a little warmer than it had been outside. If we weren't going to be walking through well traveled hallways, why not? We had walked from one side of the building to the other when Lynn pointed to a freight elevator that he said went to every floor. "Could you give me some more piss before we go upstairs?" I liked the idea that Lynn and I were actually sharing our bodies in what I thought was a public yet very private space. It is so absolutely intimate drinking my man's piss from the tap. I always feel like we are unbreakably connected when I am drinking his piss, showers make me feel other things but drinking piss straight from his big dick is a perfect connection. "I don't think it will be much, but get on your knees." That was all I needed to hear. I had a hand on both dogs and lowered myself easily, facing Lynn's unzipped shorts, the elevator off to my right. He took a moment to unbutton them and let them drop down his legs covering his shoes before he stepped closer to me. I looked up at him smiling and opened my mouth, he took a few seconds and started pissing a mild stream straight into me. We were paying too much attention to each other to hear or notice the elevator open and a man step out. He stood there watching us for however long Lynn pissed (not too long). I'm not used to being ignored and when he spoke to Lynn with out including me I was instantly bothered. "If your boy needs more piss feel free to stop by apartment 676, we're having a party and the guys and girls wouldn't object to another urinal." Then he disappeared down the hallway. "You up for some straight piss?" "I'll pass. Yours is all I need." "Good. I take you to some straight party you might start giving up your ass to those straight boys." "Not going to happen." I wondered what it would be like to be the designated urinal for a group of men, straight men at that that I didn't know and wouldn't want to know. The idea that the man that had watched us was straight didn't seemed to make a difference in the way I felt when I got to my feet. "I love you, Lynn."