Date: Wed, 20 May 2020 01:24:07 +0000 (UTC) From: Kevin Sting Subject: Erik's home health screening - 2 Please consider donating to Nifty to keep the hot stories coming! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * * * * * As Clint continued pissing into the potted palm at the edge of my patio, I could feel a tingling fullness in my bladder once again. "I guess I didn't get everything out before," I said as I stood and walked over to the opposite side of the pot facing him. With two, I grabbed my dick just below the corona and aimed it into the pot as my own stream started to flow. I shifted slightly so that our streams intersected, which had the effect of occasionally sending a couple droplets back onto our legs. "Damn, I haven't done this since I was at Boy Scout camp," Clint said smiling and laughing. As he giggled, his stream veered briefly away from the pot sending a stream of warm piss onto my right foot. Clint looked at me with horror, pulling his dick back into alignment with the pot. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry, Erik." "Don't worry," I laughed. "Seriously, I am so sorry," he said. His face was beet red as the last few droplets of pee dribbled from his cock head. He shook his cock vigorously to let loose the last remaining drops. "I am so, so sorry." "Clint, relax. It's not a big deal," I said trying to reassure him. Seeing that he still looked mortified, I stepped back from the pot, raised my cock upwards and directing the piss onto my stomach and chest. "It's REALLY not a big deal." Clint's eyes practically doubled in size as he watched me giving myself a golden shower on the edge of my patio. He still had his hand on his cock and was absentmindedly squeezing and tugging it lightly. As my urine stream subsided, I let my cock loose but it only fell to slightly below horizontal, as I'd started to chub up a bit. "I'm sorry," I said smiling. "Hope that didn't freak you out. But as you can see, it's really not a big deal to me." "No, it's fine," Client said as his color returned to normal. "I've just never seen that before." He was still lightly massaging his cock head. "So you like that?" "Yeah, it feels nice," I said. "I'll bet it's warm," he said breaking a slight smile. I nodded and smiled back, my cock slowly raising to a full erection. "Do you mind if I touch it?" Clint asked sheepishly staring at the wet hair on my chest and stomach. "Not at all," I laughed. "Go for it." He stepped towards me and reached out one hand towards the dampness on my chest. His fingertips gently met my left pec and then he pressed the palm more firmly into the wet hair. He let go of his cock and reached up with his other hand to touch my right pec, and then he drew both hands down my stomach and back up onto my chest again. "How does it feel?" I asked. "Nice, very nice," he said softly, the corners of his mouth turning up into a sly smile. "In your line of work, I imagine it's not your first time touching another guy," I said. "No, that's true," Clint replied. "But never like this. And never one covered in pee. And never while I was naked." "I guess today's your day for a lot of first times, isn't it?" I said grasping his hands against my damp chest. Clint lowered his gaze to my hard cock, now fully engorged at around 6.5". Then he looked down at himself. His 5.5" hard-on was just a dick-length away from my own. "Yes," he said softly staring at our dicks. I slid my hands up his arms to his shoulders and pulled him into me, wrapping my arms around him as our chests and stomachs met. As I hugged him, my wet skin slid against his, and our erections pressed against each other. I could feel his cock pulsing with each deep breath. I let my hands wander down his back until they each cupped one of his smooth, round ass cheeks. "Are you okay with this?" I asked. "Yes," he said wrapping his arms around me and exploring my back and ass cheeks with his finger tips. "It feels really nice." Then he rested his head against my shoulder, his face towards my chest. Clint rested his cheek against my shoulder. "Hey Erik," he said. I could feel the breath of his words on my neck. "I think I need to pee some more." "Go for it," I said smiling, squeezing his ass and holding his naked body against me. Clint took a few deep breaths, exhaling each one onto my bare chest. My nipples hardened in response. "Just relax and let it go," I said softly. I ran my finger tips down his spine, around each ass cheek and into the warm crevice between them. Clint shifted his head slightly and placed his lips against my chest. He planted a few tender kisses and then parted his lips to let his tongue dart out to play with the fine hairs on my pale skin. And then I felt the warmth rising between us. "Oh yeah," I said smiling as his piss trickled between our stomachs and then ran back down into our pubes. "That's hot." The warm wetness continued between us. "Damn, how much you got in there?" I asked laughing. "A lot," he replied. "I had a LOT to drink today." The flow from his cock continued between us. I pulled away from him and crouched down on my knees. "In that case, why don't you hose me off." I grabbed his semi-rigid cock and aimed the stream at my chest, feeling the warmth spill over my pecs and nipples. Letting his cock free, it rebounded slightly sending the stream into my face. Instinctively I opened my mouth to catch the golden liquid. "Oh my god," Clint said, his eyes widening and his cock stiffening as his piss continued to fall on my face, into my mouth, down my chin and onto my chest. He grabbed his cock and aimed the flow at one of my nipples and then down my stomach to my own erection. "That's it! Piss on my hard cock," I moaned. If I'd been engulfed in flames, I'm pretty sure Clint could have doused the fire with his camel bladder. He spent the next 30 seconds or so covering me nearly from head to toe with his warm piss. When the flow finally began to subside, I leaned forward and took his penis into my mouth, allowing the last few dribbles to flow down my throat. Clint looked down at me and exclaimed, "That was SO hot, Erik!" His cock still in my mouth, I looked up at him, grinned and gave him a wink. I pulled away from his cock, letting my tongue run along the veiny length of his shaft to the spot where the ends of his corona met at his piss slit. I opened my mouth and let the head of his cock rest on my tongue. I grabbed his cock at the base, pulled it off my tongue and then kissed the head. I let my tongue gently prod the opening of his urethra. "Oh god!" Clint moaned. "No one's ever done that to me before." (I assumed "no one" referred to the girl friends he'd told me about earlier.) I let my teeth graze the head of his cock and it flared in response. My own erection was pulsing between my thighs and dribbling copious amounts of precum onto the pool deck. "That feels so FUCKING amazing, Erik," Clint said closing his eyes. "Please don't stop! Suck my cock, please." I wrapped my thumb and index finger around his balls, which were pulled up tight against his body. Tightening my grip, I tugged his balls gently down away from his body as I took the length of his cock into my mouth. I shoved myself forward until my nose was buried in the damp, black pubic hair above his shaft. I pulled and squeezed his balls gently as I sucked on his engorged dick. With my other hand, I reached back and grabbed Clint's ass cheek. I dug my fingers into the meaty flesh and pulled him deeper into my mouth. Clint responded by grabbing the back of my head with both hands and bowing his legs into a slight squat. Doing so parted his cheeks slightly. I slipped my fingers into his damp crack and rooted around until my middle finger found the puckered opening. "Oh god!" Clint said inhaling and clenching my head to his crotch. I felt the lips of his anus clench tighter, and then they pushed out slightly. I pushed my finger against the opening. Another clench and release, and the lips pushed out further, opening wider. I took advantage of the opening and shoved my finger in to the first knuckle. "FUCK!" Clint exhaled. I was bobbing up and down on his erection, tugging his balls with one hand, and fingering his ass with the other. He grabbed the hair on the back of my head and forcefully pushed and pulled my head up and down his shaft. His asshole clenched tightly on my finger. And then just as quickly, it relaxed again. I shoved my finger deeper into the warm depths of his rectum. I could taste the saltiness of his precum starting to leak onto my tongue as he face fucked me. One more contraction and release of his anal muscle, and I shoved my finger all the way in. "Oh god!" he said breathing heavily. I rooted around with my finger until I found the swelling of his prostate. Jackpot. I pressed against the gland and it was like I'd hit some magic button on him. He released my head and threw his hands back behind his own head, as if to hold its weight up. I pulled my mouth back off his cock and savored the salty fluid at its tip. Looking up at him, his bare torso was covered in sweat that shone in the sun. And his upraised arms revealed surprisingly dense patches of dark fur in his armpits. Sucking and licking the head of his cock, I pressed rhythmically on Clint's prostate four more times. He rubbed his hands down over his his sweat-slick chest, pinching his dark nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. On the fifth push, he let out a gasp and his sphincter clamped down like a bear trap on my finger. "Oh FUCK!" he screamed. "I'm gonna cum, Erik! I'm gonna cum!" As I pressed harder on his prostate, the first dribble of cum spilled onto my tongue. It was followed by a shot that hit the roof of my mouth. And then three more that filled mouth with his white fluid. I allowed his dick to slip out of my mouth and the next two pulses spilled onto my lips and cheek and chin. As his last few dribbles of cum spilled down onto my chest, I could feel Clint's entire body relax. His sphincter opened and my finger slipped out. He reached out, grabbing my shoulders and then folded himself down to kneeling position in front of me. Now eye to eye, Clint took in the sight of my cum covered face. I smiled and opened my mouth to show him the rest of his load still safely contained inside. He surprised me by leaning forward and hungrily shoving his tongue into my mouth. As our lips connected, he pushed his own load all around my mouth. Our tongues danced with each other amidst his milky white jizz. Clint pulled away with a good portion of his load on his tongue and smeared across his face. He ran his tongue around his lips feverishly trying to collect it. Then he lay down on his back on the pool deck with his hands behind his head, exhausted by his orgasm. I straddled Clint, my ass checks nestled on his warm bush and softening cock, and my own cock dribbling precum onto his stomach. I rubbed my hands all over his sweat-dampened stomach, chest, pits and arms. Clint closed his eyes, sighed and smiled, enjoying the attention. My cock, softening slightly from lack of attention, started to tingle. The rest of my iced tea had worked it's way through my system. I relaxed my pelvic muscles and let the warm stream flow from my semi-hard dick. At first it dribbled onto Clint's stomach, pooling in his belly button. And then the stream grew stronger and landed on his chest and his chin as his eyes popped open. I continued to knead his pecs, rubbing my warm, fresh piss into them. Clint smiled again and said, "Oh wow!" As he did that, the stream landed in his open mouth. I could feel his cock beginning to harden again against the warm crevice of my ass cheeks.