Date: Mon, 12 Jul 2004 17:23:34 -0700 (PDT) From: DGH Subject: Beerpiss Happy Hour: Part 2 "Call, Strip, Follow, Piss" I hopped in my SUV, he in his compact car; my phone rang almost immediately. "That beerpiss was the fucking best, whoredog," he exhorted me. "Strip," I ordered him. "I want you to pull your car beside mine, so I can watch you get totally naked. Now!" I looked in my mirrors to make sure that he was doing as I had said. The small dark blue car was moving to my left side, he was out of his shirt, and was having a great struggle to get his pants off, while still driving. I was already out of my pants, having learned long before that you do that before you drive off, and began unknotting my tie and unbuttoning my shirt, so he'd know I was matching him move for move. What he was not expecting was when I suddenly shoved my crotch up out of the seat, so he would have a full view of my now completely hard, and dripping, cock. "Suck this dry, pissbreath!" "Fuck! How much longer, fuckface," was his surprised, and hungry, reply. "Just a mile or so," I consoled him, "but first, I have to stop off for some more beer. You can drink more than I ever thought," I sneered at him, "so we need another couple of six packs. Keep following. Are you buckassed, yet?" He pulled in beside me as I parked outside a neighborhood grocery/convenience/beer store that stays open late into the night. "Fuck, I'm naked, dude. Can't get any beer," I acted as if I was whining. "What we gonna do?" "Shit, man," he moaned. "I need to get my hands on you!" Laughing, I climbed out of my SUV and pulled a sweatshirt over my head; I had slipped on a pair of running shorts. I mooned him, though, as I walked towards the door to the store. Back outside, with a 12-pack under my arm, I walked over to the driver's side window of his car and motioned for him to roll it down. "Suck!" I ordered, hauling my cock out from under the tented shorts. "I was hard the whole time I was in there. Thought you might come walking in, too. I'd have made sure we would have given the security cameras quite a show." He dropped his mouth open I jammed my cock between his lush lips, and began grinding. Just when he seemed to be getting into some sort of suck/groove I pulled out, slapped him across his face, opened my door, crawled in, and revved the engine for the last few blocks home. When I pulled up to my garage door -- a door that had last worked automatically several years before, making it necessary to get out of your vehicle to raise it by hand -- I hopped out again, but this time was completely naked. I squatted in front of the door so in the headlights of his car my rounded ass would be on display, before I lifted the door. Then I turned back towards him, my cock pointing directly towards him, and motioned for him to park along the sidewalk. I backed out, leaving the double garage wide open, and parked behind him, some 20 feet from the house. He just sat in his car for a minute, not sure what I was doing. Once again I bolted out of the SUV naked and hard, walked into the garage, and motioned for him to come in. With only a seconds' pause, he was out of his car, naked and hard as well, and walked directly up to me. Then, with a smirking grin on his face, let loose a torrent of piss on crotch, on my legs, on my chest. "Fuck you!" I bellowed, then I laughed as an equally pungent and water hose volume of piss gushed from my cock. Only, instead of wetting him, I pushed him to his knees and aimed the stream directly at his face. Just the first splash hit his face, before his mouth cavern-ed and he groaned for the tepid liquid to go directly into his mouth and down his ready throat. "Gulp, gulp," he exaggerated the sound for the full effect of sucking down my piss outside, in full view of anyone who might wander by. At about that time, I reached up and slowly let the garage door down. "Such pigs," I shook my head, smiling from ear to ear. My gut temporarily not bloated in piss-pressure pleasure, I reached down and grabbed my buddy from under his armpits and yanked him off the ground and lifted him face-to-face with me. "Spet!" I spit him square in the face, set his feet on the ground, then smeared my spittle all over his face and mouth with the back of my hand. Then I rammed my hand in his mouth; he sucked on it hard. Just as I took my hand out of his mouth, his once-innocent eyes glared up into mine: "Spet!" was his reply, right back in my kisser. Unfazed, I grabbed him around his waist, picked him back up, and bellowed, "Lick it off!" He was a bitch to puppies licking every drop off my face, then he stared into my eyes, his mouth wide open and filled with his slimy ooze. He knew I couldn't resist that temptation: I tongue-dived into his mouth and lapped up his spit, our lips like suction cups on each other. There was an audible "pop" when the vacuum between our mouths was broken. "I'm still tired of smelling that hair-care product," I laughed, pushing him down to his knees, before letting go with the next blast of piss, this one completely on his hair. It streamed down from the crown onto his face and waiting tongue; I rubbed my hands all over his head, trying to get what seemed such a queer smell out of the pissy air. "I need a beer." "You do," he smiled as he got up again and reached for a bottle. He grabbed and unscrewed the top of one; I thought he was going to hand it to me. "Down, dog!" he barked at me. "Fuck ..." was all I got out before he pushed me back onto the garage cement floor on my ass. "What the ..." "Muzzle it, asslick," he interrupted. And with that, the entire bottle was poured all over me. "Needed an empty," was all he said as he stuck his pisshole in the bottle opening and broke loose his own steaming stream, overflowing the bottle, then aiming it my face. I shook my face like a mutt, sending piss every direction. He shook his cock once more, so the last few drops would hit me. "Oh, here's that beer you asked for," he sounded dismissive as he handed me exactly what I said I wanted: a bottle full of beer. "More," was all I could manage, as I downed half the bottle in one swig. More was exactly what I wanted, too, so instead of standing back up from the garage floor, I got up on all fours, mongrel-like, and slapped both hands on my asscheeks to spread `em. "Eat!" I ordered my roustabout and randy co-conspirator. I heard the familiar "squish" of a new bottle of poppers being opened, so I looked behind me to see him taking a long, easy snort. I reached up to hand him his beer-pissed bottle for a swig. "Share the nectar, shitface," I said. As he handed me the poppers, he took a quick swallow of beerpiss, dropped to his knees behind me, blew his mouthful of piss onto my asshole and then buried has face up the crevice of my ass and into my puckered hole, licking and tongue fucking as hard as he could. A quicker sniff of the poppers got me where he was mentally, heightening the texture, the temperature, and the pressure of his animal action on my backside. I wriggled my ass into his face in appreciation and further coaxing. "Eat my butt, fuck," I yammered, hardly knowing what I was saying. "Aawwggghhh," was just about all he could manage, his face and tongue were buried so far up my shithole. In those moments of exquisite sexual no-where's-ville, beer and popper-induced as they were, "crawl up into my ass," "put your head up there," "disappear in it," all went through my mind. My ass was sopping wet and dripping, from the piss, from his spit, and from his drool. "Gasp," he came up for air. "Never get enough of this ass," his voice sizzled with filthy desire. "Turn around," I said -- requested really, my voice was surprisingly tame. "Plop your ass on my face." He couldn't reposition quickly enough, and sure enough my face was smothered by his great man's butt, centered with that scrumptious hole that only malebutt can provide. I sucked in the stifled air then dove into his hole, mouth and tongue first. We licked, sucked, chewed, spit, and otherwise orally abused and used each other's holes, humping each other's faces the whole while for a timeframe, the duration of which, is lost for all sexual eternity. Then... ... the dam broke, our water hoses (cocks) exploded almost simultaneously -- his then mine in rapid response -- turning the scene into two naked guys humping each other's asses with our faces while our cocks spewed piss out all over the place, leaving us a urine puddle on the concrete floor. I grabbed his cock first, aimed its slit at my mouth, swallowed some beerpiss, and then blew it out all over his asshole before I resumed lapping on his puss. "This is fucking blowing my mind," he practically yelled, not missing one second of the action at hand. Finally ... I started gasping for air, then started laughing: "Where in the fuck did you learn to be such a dog," I inquired, trying to somewhat compose myself, while his ass and hole were in my face, I was laying in a puddle of piss, and I could taste man butt on my lips. "Right here," you mongrel dog, he laughed back. "I learned it right here, but it's always been in my mind, just waiting to be played out." "You make me tremble with sexual energy," I answered, getting up off my ass, piss dripping off me everywhere. Before he could do another thing I reached for the garage door and hauled it straight up, almost turning it into a curtain to show off the action inside. It was dark outside, and the closest streetlight is about a half block from the house, so the only light was from the sky: the moon and the stars. I joined the darkness; I walked outside, out to where our vehicles were parked, and leaned up against his small, dark, compact car. My cock jutted out from my crotch, so I reached down and slowly massaged it until it protruded straight towards my dog-sex dude. He had stood up in the garage and looked a bit stunned at the development, being on display in a stranger's house, dripping with piss; tasting of mancock, butt, and piss; and now watching this guy jacking off 50 feet away in clear view of anyone or any vehicle that might come by. Gathering his senses, he planted his legs apart, grabbed his thick tool, and mirrored the action coming from outside against his car. A tug on one cock prompted a yank on the other one. Eyes squinted across the dark space, each guy hoping to find the wretched lust in the other's face, as the end of this night became inevitable. I stood up and walked towards the garage and my sex fiend friend, jacking on my cock; he began walking towards me, as well, until ... Just inches from each other, and both outside, our eyes locked stares while our hands remained on our cocks, whipping them ever closer to their liquid conclusion. I spit on his face, he responded in kind. "Pissface." "Assmunch." The epitaphs, and our jacking hands, flew, then I noticed my bud straighten, and arch, his back; the time was here. I pounded my long, mushroom-headed cock even harder, so climax would mingle with climax. "F ... U ... C ... K," my bud drew the word out as long as the ropes of cum began to course out of his piss slit and paint my chest and crotch chalky white. "Take it, cumpig," I responded, my load shooting out in wad after wad, but aimed higher, hitting his chin, his mouth gaped open, trying to catch some of my breeding juice. Two heaving bodies, striped and dripping with spit, piss, and cum were all that was left in the aftermath. When I shoved him towards his car and walked towards the garage to close the door in his face, he smiled! "Fuck you, dog!" was what he said on his cell phone; I could hear that his engine was running, so he was driving away. "BitchHeat!" I laughed at him. "Next time: dog names, and dog sex, you and me." I clicked the phone off and ran a hand across my chest, lapping everything it gathered with my tongue. "Grrrr ..."