Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2012 16:00:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mr Stretch <rockonmr2010@yahoo.com>
Subject: Surprised By Joel Part 2

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Surprised By Joel Part 2

I'm a married bi man, age 34. I met Joel while camping alone one week. Our
first night together was by far the most amazing and enlightening sex I
have ever had. I woke up in my tent the next morning with my arms and legs
wrapped around the nude body of a gorgeous 25 year old stud, who was a piss
and cum freak who love getting fucked.

Today is going to be an awesome day! I promised Joel I would hike him up to
some private swimming holes to nude sunbathe and fish, but now I knew we
would mostly be fucking and having amazing sex together. Joel was an
experience bottom who seemed to have an inner sense of my body and cock's
every urge and need. I had fucked him twice last nigh while wearing one of
his thick rubber cock rings, and he drank two loads of my piss. I admit
that after our first night together, my eyes were opened to the amazing
tastes of cum, piss and ass juices.

I woke up first, with my morning wood wedged pretty securely in his butt
crack. I wanted to adjust and enter him, but I was not sure Joel would
welcome the invasion so early in the morning.

"Well someone arose early," I heard him whisper. Without moving more than
the arch of his back, he started humping his anus across my dick head. I
knew I was free to enter my bitch in heat. He was insatiable, this stud.

My mushroom head is purple and big. I eased it in, then rested to let Joel
adjust. All I heard now was that soft purring moan that he takes on when
I've been inside of him. No words, just raw animal sounds of sexual need
and release. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmm, ooohhhhhhmmmmmmmm."

His chant aroused me further. I knew I had to fuck his prostate and bust my
morning nut in him. I fingered his foreskin and found a copious amount of
pre cum which I fed to him off my finger as I began to pick up the rhythm
of our morning fuck. I reached down again, this time, feeding myself the
salty warm pre cum as my first taste of the morning.

I decided not to jack his dick this time, as I fucked him. Yesterday, just
before he came, he pulled down hard on his own balls, so instead, I gripped
his nuts firmly in my hand, and pulled them as I thrust into his cunt, and
only released the pressure slightly as I withdrew. He was on fire now. If
anyone walked by our tent, there would be no mistaking what was happening
inside. Joel was moaning loudly, urgently, needing to cum. I picked up the
pace, and without even touching his cock, Joel bucked his hips and sent a
volley of sperm so far, it hit the wall of the tent over his head. The next
shot landed on his face, then belly, then pubes. He came in copious
amounts. I couldn't hold back when he came. His ass clenched my cock so
snuggly, it sent me over the edge. I filled Joel with my third round of
seed. I was sweating and spent before ever getting out of the sleeping bag.

When we recovered, I reluctantly slipped out of his sloppy tight hole. He
cleaned off my cock with his tongue and mouth, then I sucked all the cum
off of him that I could find. Our first kiss of the day filled with amazing
tastes of cum swapping and the taste of my cock and his ass from Joel's
sucking my dick clean.

"I hate to stop the flow of things, but I'm feeling a pretty urgent need to
take a dump. I'm going to head up to the washroom and take care of
business, then shower and get ready for our hike," Joel informed me.

"Well, I've got to go too. I'll join you, then we can eat breakfast, pack,
and head out."

We walked up to the men's room wearing only our shorts and flip flops. I
suddenly felt self-conscious about the large rubber cock ring Joel had
installed on me yesterday. "Do you think I should take this off my cock
before I shower? What if someone comes in and sees it?"

"Your call man, but I love how it seems to keep your dick in a constant
semi-hard state. I'm keeping mine on all week."

"Well, I'll do the same. We might get a few strange looks though," I
replied.

"Hey, the more the merrier!"

There was no one there when we arrived, so I did my business and walked
into the shower room. Joel took a little longer in the can, but I suspect
after last night's 3 ass fuckings and piss enema, he was probably not in
his regular state. No sooner was I going to call out if he was okay when
naked he came into the shower, more than half hard, chatting just like when
we met. I loved that Joel had no sense of shame or self-consciousness about
his body, being hard, wearing a cock ring, whatever. He seemed like such a
cool go with the flow kind of guy. He took risks that I would never have
taken, but if he had not taken such a risk yesterday, I never would have
had the best night of my life!

I told Joel I felt a little guilty about my wife. I have never cheated on
her with a man or woman.

"Yeah, that's a tough one man. You'll figure it out. But I'm not looking to
take you away from her. I think bi dudes have it tough, because most are
married and love their wives, but if they don't have a fuck buddy on the
side, how do they ever get their man on man needs met?"

"You hit the nail on the head, Joel. Thanks for putting words to what I am
feeling. I feel I can trust you. I think I need to just relax, explore this
week with you, and see what happens. I just don't want to become some kind
of man whore now who drinks piss and cum at rest stops. I live in a pretty
conservative area, and I am actually really happy with the way I live my
life. You've just showed me some sides of myself that I've always wanted to
explore, but was too chickenshit scared to admit or try it!"

"Well, I know what you mean. I don't usually let guys fuck me raw, because
I don't want STD's. But my last fuck buddy and I kept it safe, and I was
tested after we broke up, so I know you're good with me. Let's just see
what happens and decide at the end how we feel about all of this. Carpe
diem, man."

"Yeah, this is my once a year get away. I usually spend it alone, but I
think I'm going to love spending it with you. Live for today man! Let's
eat. Having hot sex with you all night made me hungry!"

We toweled off without wasting time. We knew we'd have lots of naked time
today to explore what we started. Breakfast was fast and fun. Joel and I
worked well together with the food and Coleman stove. We cleaned up camp,
opened my tent door to air it out, and reluctantly emptied the cooler of
piss and cum. We needed it for our hike. We loaded up mostly just with
lunch, towels, and fishing gear, as I knew we wouldn't need clothes. Off we
went, and only 10 minutes into our walk, I looked back to see Joel had
stopped to step out of his shorts. He tucked them in his backpack, now
wearing only his shoes and his cock ring. We were walking at a good pace,
so he was only slightly chubbed up, but I noticed for the first time how
long his foreskin was. When Joel was hard, it just covered his fat cock
head. "Hey Joel, let me get my shorts off too. We shouldn't run into any
one now. I notice your foreskin is really hanging low right now. Can I have
a lick?"

I stepped out of my shorts, the squatted down before him and opened his
foreskin with my fingers. He started to get hard fast, and there was a
little funk of stale piss and cum under the skin. "I didn't wash or rinse
it this morning. I wanted you to know what head cheese is like. Wait til
tonight when I'm really sweaty, you'll be drunk of the taste and smell of
my foreskin funk."

I enjoyed the little break to explore his foreskin and hard cock with my
mouth. "Want a drink?" Joel asked?

"Sure!"

"Just let me relax a minute." Before I knew it, he was pissing in my mouth
with a gentle flow, but he really started to gush when I latched my full
mouth around is cock head, swallowing as fast as I could.

"You don't have to drink it all, Tim. I'd love to get you all pissy and
smelly for our sex today." I was feeling full, so I let go with my mouth,
and let Joel hose me down with the rest of his urine. He did that same sexy
wave with his hips as he pissed in my hair, really drenching my head, then
my arms and chest, and finishing off by pissing all over my cock and legs.

"That was amazing. Gosh, Joel, you're really turning me into a piss pig."

"No, I think you've always been one. You just didn't know it til now!" We
both laughed. It was probably true. I know I've always loved pissing in the
shower, or when I'm alone, pissing onto my mouth or belly in the bathtub.

I had to piss too, so I asked Joel how he wanted it. "I'll drink some too,
but then hose me down good. You can piss on or in my ass again if you
want." I let loose a gusher of a piss, and fed him what he wanted and
scented him with the rest. We were both soaked when I was done. I decided
to save another enema as an after fuck treat. We hit the trail again,
making great time. Before 9am, we were sitting in a grassy opening before a
small private lake where I have fished and sunbathed before.

We laid down a large blanked and set up our little picnic area. "I know
you'll be shocked, Tim, but I really love getting fucked outside. You think
you might like to ride my ass now? I'm so fucking horny for you. Watching
your ass lead the way up that trail put me in heat. I can't wait to get
your big fucking dick back in my boy cunt."

"Well, nothing like being up front. You know I'm game! Does it bother you
at all that I haven't offered to get fucked?"

"Does it bother you? I love being a bottom. Don't get me wrong, I'd be more
than happy to fuck your ass if you want it. I just feel in some way, you're
like my top daddy. I've always thought a daddy son scene would be hot. I
hope you don't mind that I feel like the son with you."

"Well, I can't say I haven't thought about getting fucked. But I'm not
there yet. We'll see how things go. But shit, I was so turned on when a hot
young dude like you came on to me yesterday. I thought even if you were gay
or bi, you'd never give the time of day to an older dude like me."

"Well, that's where you're wrong, sir. Come on daddy. I've been a bad
boy. I pissed in your tent last night sir. I used your cooler as a toilet,
daddy, and I need to be punished."

Holy fuck. How does he read my mind like that? I was literally just
thinking it would be hot to do a little dad/son discipline role play.

"That's right son. Were you raised in a barn boy?" I sat down on my cooler,
and took him across my lap. I don't know what came over me, but I really
smacked his ass hard, so hard that it really hurt my hand.

"Oowwwwwwwww," Joel cried out. "Daddy, that really hurt."

"Well how old are, boy? A boy your age should know better than to piss in
the tent."

"I'm 25 daddy."

"Well, that's where we'll start. I'm going to give you 25 hard ass
spankings. I'm really going to smack you hard, Joel, and if you stop
counting out loud, I'm going to start over. I want to hear you, nice, loud
and clear, boy."

"Yes sir, daddy."

I didn't wait. Smack! "One! Owwwww??." He cried.

"One, what, boy?" I said with a note of anger in my voice. " I'm starting
over! Don't you disrespect your daddy."

I hit him again. Smack! "One, sir! Owe daddy, that hurts."

Smack! "Two, sir?..Owwwwwww."

Smack! "Three, sir?.." I could hear him sniffling already.

Smack, smack, smack?.. but time we hit 12, he was audibly crying, with snot
running down his nose, and I couldn't hear the numbers very clearly.

Smack! "Firt-teen?" as he sobbed through his words.

Smack! "For-tin?.oh gawd daddy, it hurts?.," he kept crying.

I was hard as a rock, and I could feel Joel's pre cum dripping between my
legs.

I kept it up to twenty five, and made the last one really hard.

I raised him off my lap, and took is snotty face and tear stained eyes
between my hands and began to sooth him with my kisses. "That's a good boy,
Joel. You did wrong, and you needed to be punished." I started to lick up
his snot and feed it to him off my tongue. Joel's sobbing slowed to a
whimper as he responded to my tongue and my offering of tears and snot.

"Thank you, daddy. I'm sorry I made you angry, sir."

"Well boy, that was only the start of it. When a boy disobeys his father,
it shows that he is not a man yet. A bad boy needs to be put in his place
by a real men. First, I'm going to shave down to look like a boy, because
no boy deserves to have a man's hair on his chest, cock, balls, ass and
legs. Then, you are going to take daddy's seed however I want to give it to
you, boy. Now go get my shaving kit, and make it snappy, or I'll spank you
again."

"Yes sir!" Joel was rummaging through my backpack in an instant. I made him
get a bowl of water from the lake as I got the shaving cream and new razor
ready. Joel was pretty well trimmed, but I wanted to turn him into a
twinkish looking 18 year old, not a man of 25. I think a de-nuding of hair
would do just the trick.

"On your back son. Hold those legs up like a baby getting his diaper
changed." He complied so well, but man, did his ass look red hot and
sore. I know it must still be stinging, because my hand still felt raw. I
used a hand towel to wet him down, then took my time, lathering up first
his asshole, making sure to finger and tease him a few times in the
process. Then I took the blade to skin and began the process of making my
son into a twink. I couldn't believe how dominant I was feeling since I
first spanked him. This was what the alpha male should do to his submissive
slut. Show him his place. Teach him how to be respectful of his superior. I
moved up to his balls and crotch. Then, I made him stand and bend over
while I shaved his legs, ass cheeks, and finally chest and underarms of any
hair. "Take a swim boy, so we can rinse you off and look for stragglers. We
both dove into the refreshing water. The sun was hot, and skinny dipping
with Joel felt like heaven. When we got out, I would not let him use a
towel. I found a few hairs here and there, and finished him off. The only
hair left on my son now was on his head, and I must say, he did look a lot
younger. "There boy, now you really are a boy again. I think it's time
daddy showed you what a real man needs a boy for." I pointed to my aching
hard purple dick head, and Joel lowered himself to his knees, never taking
his eyes off my eyes, and he began to suck my cock.

I don't know if I have ever been as hard as when I was spanking Joel. It
was like my macho power of spanking him made me the alpha stud, the fuck
master. My cock was so purple, it ached, as he started to deep throat
me. The cock ring added to the blood flow, preventing me from getting
soft. At this point, I knew that cock ring would never come off unless I
shot a load. And I was ripe.

"Get on the blanket, son, on your back. Daddy wants to look into his son's
eyes when he fucks you!" I said in a dominant voice.

I towered over Joel, as he laid back and grabbed his ankles, exposing his
hole to me. His hairless skin shimmered in the sun. The redness from his
spanking was shinning bright. His ass looked so sore, but it wasn't done
yet. I was going to give him another kind of pounding that he wouldn't soon
forget. I took the lube out of his bag, put some on his hole and some on my
cock. He was bone hard when I knelt between this legs and entered him deep
with one hard, long thrust.

"Oooowwwwwwwwwwwww?" he moaned. No more words from Joel. He was like an
animal in a trance when I fucked him. He was verbal, but they were not
words. They were moans, and cries, and sighs, and full of meaning, release,
desire, lust. I knew I had him under my power, and I felt so strong, so
dominant, yet so loving. I was fucking Joel, and he was feeling it all, but
there was a real freedom in the connection between us. I didn't kiss him
initially as I was mesmerized my his grunts and groans, but I had to
connect with his mouth as well as his ass. I started pulling out right to
his ass ring and driving back in hard and deep, arousing his prostate with
each pass of my cock head. We locked lips, tongues eager to find each
other's longing. I could feel that rising feeling in my nuts of knowing
there was no holding back, I was past the point of edging this powerful
orgasm. I shot into him on each in thrusts. I came 10 hard gushes deep into
Joel's boy cunt, and then I just stayed in deep, knowing he would not be
free of my cock until I said so.

"Oh, sir, that was so amazing daddy. My ass hurts so badly, inside and out,
but in a strangely nice way. I am so hard, Tim!" I raised my chest off of
him to inspect his erection. He oozed lots of clear pre-cum, but he clearly
needed some release soon.

"Tell you what, son, Daddy will count how many pulls it takes to jack you
off. That will be how many minutes you will have to hold on to my piss
enema before I let you release it. Do you understand, son?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good." I grabbed his cock. I played with his foreskin. It was the softest,
silkiest skin I have ever felt. I delighted in watching it play peek-a-boo
with his fat cock head with each tug. I counted out load as I long stroked
him, making sure his foreskin made a full retraction with each pull. By
twelve, Joel was panting pretty hard. It wouldn't take long. I slowed down
a little, enjoying this teasing torture of pleasuring him. At twenty, I
felt his balls twitch. "AAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh?.." he cried out, as the first
shot hit me under my chin. I kept counting as each spurt found its
escape. Twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven, twenty eight?.. there were
just pearls of white oozing out at the end, but I decided it needed to be
an even thirty. "Thirty minutes, son. I'm going to keep my cock in your ass
until I need to piss again. Then, you need to stay plugged for 30 minutes,
without spilling a drop. Then we'll talk about what to do with your ass
full of juices. How does that sound, son?"

"Do I have a choice, sir?" he asked sheepishly, resigned to my authority.

"Not really, Joel. But you are learning to be a more obedient boy. Daddy
might just reward you if you keep that up."

"Thank you sir!" Joel was all smiles.

I drew pictures on his chest and face with his cum as I waited for my cock
to relax enough inside of his ass to piss. We played a fun little game of
me filling my finger with cum, then putting it before his mouth. As he'd
try to suck it up, I'd pull it back, just out of reach. It took a good
twenty minutes to feed him his load this way, as he was pinned down on his
back with my weight holding him down. He could barely move his head forward
a few inches to get the cum. He was really eager for it, and when he looked
genuinely desperate, I would let him lick my hand clean. We both smiled and
laughed as we made a silly game of it.

I did not announce my piss. I just let it strike. Joel's eyes shot wide
open when he felt the first flow of warmth fill deep in his bowels. I
enjoyed seeing how his tight belly gradually distended. How Joel had to
really work his ass muscles to hold in both my cock and all this cum and
piss. But he was a talented little ass bitch. He could control his inner
and outer ass muscles so well, it drove my cock crazy with lust. I finished
the long drain, then said, "Now Joel, I'm going to pull out and set my
watch. Do you need a plug to help keep you shut, or can you manage?"

"I have a butt plug in with the lube sir. Can you insert it for me please,
daddy?"

"Well, you asked nicely, so yes, daddy will pacify your ass with a plug,
boy."

"Thank you, sir." No sooner was it in when he dropped his legs to the
ground for the first time, stretched out his body, and rubbed his full
belly with both hands. "This isn't going to be easy sir. I feel like I have
to take a shit right now."

"Then you should have cum sooner, son. You knew the rules. Thirty minutes
are on the clock. Try to take your mind off of it."

Joel stood up, sat down, walked around, and said, "I think if I just kneel
on all fours, it feels the least uncomfortable. Can I rim you sir, while I
kneel here? It might help me to not think about how much I want to let this
go?"

I got down on all fours in front of Joel's face and he went to town eating
my man hole. Holy shit, what have I been missing? He stirred up more
feelings in me that I never knew I had. By the time we hit the 15 minute
mark, Joel was deep tongue fucking me, and I was the one moaning and
groaning incoherent sounds. "I might just let you fuck me yet, Joel!"

"Any time, sir. You know, I can still taste the piss on your skin from this
morning? It tastes great!"

He tongue fucked me until the alarm rang. "Okay, Joel, let's see what you
have in there for us today." I emptied the cooler like last night, pulled
his plug out gentle, and watched him scoot fast over that cooler and
release his bowels. He made those incredible sighs of relief when you let
go on an urgent bowel movement. There was no shit, just yellow piss and
some filmy cum floating in it. "Well, it looks clean enough to drink,
boy. This is the end of your punishment. You pissed in our tent. Now you
have to drink it."

I gave him a mug, and he turned his nose up at it in a look of disgust, but
that is where I knew the role play was fake. He wasn't kidding me. Joel is
a piss and cum junky, and he savored the taste of his 30 minute brew and
held out his cup for more.

"Not too much more, now boy. Daddy doesn't want you getting sick. He needs
you in tip top shape to fuck you silly later!"

"Yes, sir!" he said, enthusiastically. "I'm so tired!"

We laid down in the shade and fell asleep for a few hours. We made out,
kissing and feeling each other's bodies. I spent a lot more time exploring
Joel's silky foreskin with my tongue. He even let me suck him off before
lunch. It was fun eating his cum right from the tap. I was sure to leave a
bit of his cum behind, so it could mellow under his dick skin.

We never did any real fishing. We just left our poles bobbing in the water
as we made love in the slow and easy ways that lover do. I recall that the
last time I jerked off 5 times in one day was when I was 23 years old. Here
I am 12 years later, and I've cum already 6 times in 24 hours. My cum is
less thick, less white now after six loads, but shit, Joel has brought out
a new sexual animal in me.

We swam as the sun got lower in the sky. We made our way back to camp,
mostly naked. I loved when he was in the lead, because his ass is so
beautiful, and it was amazing to see how red it was hours after the
spanking I gave him. We put on our shorts when we could hear the voices of
others nearby. Then, we cleaned up again in the shower room, ate dinner,
and fell asleep in my tent again, without making love, exhausted in each
other's arms.

Four days to go. I never knew I could be so surprised by meeting a
stranger. What will tomorrow bring?

The end of part 2.

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