Date: Thu, 27 Oct 2016 17:09:43 -0700
From: Kris Altend <kris.altend@gmail.com>
Subject: Piss Buds 11

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覧 Derek 覧

I kept flicking my tongue repeatedly over the tip of Brody's dick. I knew
he liked it. It always made him groan. I could tell he was close, too,
because he'd pushed my head back a bit and started jerking his shaft while
I continued to work the head. His sweaty, hairy balls were bouncing back
and forth in rhythm with his hand as his strokes quickened, and his breath
became a labored pant.

I was sitting on the edge of the tub, my piss drenched clothes in a pile
beside the sink, and Brody was standing in front of my, stroking his dick
into my mouth. We'd stopped off in a park on the way home from the movie,
and though I didn't think my stomach could handle swallowing another load,
I'd asked him to drench my with it, and he'd happily obliged. We'd walked
back the rest of the way, talking about the plotholes, the acting, what we
thought of the whole thing. It was really nice. Brody mentioned how
refreshing it was to have a romantic partner who shared his love of action
movies. All of his previous girlfriends had never went to go see them with
him.

"Oh shit dude, I'm gonna shoot, I'm gonna fucking shoot," he moaned, and I
saw his balls tighten up against his body. I brushed my hand against them,
gently, and felt a shudder go through his body, and a warm gooey shot of
cum land against my tongue. I ran my fingers through the hair on his
testicles and felt them pulsate as the orgasmic shudders sent a second and
a third wad into my mouth, where I kept it, enjoying his seed filling my
face.

After he was done, we showered, and headed to bed.

"Look at this," Brody said, showing me his phone. It was a series of
messages from Adam. Apparently, he was at a party with a whole bunch of
pissheads. And we were invited.

"I think we're probably too tired for that tonight, hey?" Brody said.

"Yeah, I guess so," I answered, though I wasn't sure.



覧 Adam 覧

"Any questions?" Martinez asked, mostly to me, as it was apparent I was the
only noob at this party. I shook my head. I knew my place. I was here to
service Martinez and his friends.

Martinez instructed Dave, Neil and I to stand up, and follow him down the
stairs. All three of us were now wearing nothing but the Jersey's he'd
given us. I could see Dave's defined swimmer's arms, and long

Neil was

I was the shortest one, and the Jersey was a bit long on me. It came down
past my waist, and my still half-hard dick was poking out from underneath
it.

Dave hurried off with Martinez, keeping pace, while Neil and I followed up
behind them.

"I like your scruff," Niel said to me, grinning. He was really cute, I
noticed, now that he was smiling at me. "And don't be nervous. Everyone is
always really nice, even when they're not, if you know what I mean."

I smiled at him with a bit of a scoff. I didn't like that he felt like he
needed to comfort me. I'd chosen to come here. I knew what I was doing.

He winked at me, and we followed Martinez and Dave through a door that led
to the basement. It was a large, open space with three interconnected
rooms.

The first was much like the living room we'd just been in upstairs, only
there were more couches, some extra folding chairs set up on the carpet,
and a giant, 100 inch television with an impressive looking sound
system. Adjacent to that, the next room had vinyl flooring and a complete
bar set up, with bottles of alcohol, and a couple kegs. In front of the bar
there were a few stools, and a small pool table, and across from that, a
dart board. The third room was smaller, and seemed to serve mostly as an
entrance way that led out into the backyard. There was a closet, a space
for shoes, and strangely, a kiddie sized swimming pool, empty, shoved in
the corner. Through the sliding glass doors that led out to the backyard, I
could see a paving stoned patio, more folding chairs, a picnic table, and a
barbecue.

"Alright fags," Martinez said flatly. "Unless you are responding to a
specific request, these are your stations. Dave, you're in the kiddie
pool. Neil, you are working the bar, and Adam, as the guest of honor,
you'll be wherever we want you to be, but for now, you can sit on the floor
in the living room and wait until the guys start arriving."

There was a ring at the doorbell.

"Well, I guess you won't have to wait long! Remember: since there's only
three of you, it might be hard to keep up once the guys get going. Try to
swallow as much as you can, but if you can't, it goes in the kiddie
pool. And remember, none of you spill on the carpet. Got it?"

"Yes sir!" I said, with an edge of sarcasm to my voice. Holding a bit of an
ironic stance to all of this was the only way I could maintain a bit of
power in this situation, though that was alright with me.

Neil and Dave scurried off to where Martinez had told them to go, and
Martinez walked right up to me. He was taller than me, and much, much
bigger. He smiled at me derisively.

"Well," he said. "I think we got a brat on our hands."

"Maybe you do." I said.

"Get down on your fucking knees brat," he spat, literally, as he spoke, and
it hit me in the face. I paused for a second, meeting his gaze, challenging
him. And then I sank to my knees, keeping the eye contact.

The doorbell rang again, and this time I heard the door open.

"Come in!" Martinez yelled up the stairs, still keeping eye contact with
me, he said, "zip down my fly and smell inside my pants. I haven't showered
since yesterday morning."

I reached up to his brown trousers, and slowly pulled the zipper
down. Finally breaking eye contact, I moved my face towards the open
fly. The smell of his crotch was thick and wafting out through the hole. As
I got close, he put his hands on the back of my head and smashed my face
into his crotch hard, turning my neck from side to side, rubbing my nose
against his underwear, his dick swelling a little bit against my face.

There was the sound of footsteps running down the stairs, but I couldn't
see who was there, as my face was being held tight against Martinez crotch.

"That the new bucket?" I heard a deep, urgent voice ask. "Sam and Miguel
and I were drinking at my place before coming here and I didn't wanna piss
before I left but holy fuck do I gotta go. Are you pissin' right now?"

"Nope," Martinez said. "Just showing it it's place. It's all yours."

I felt Martinez' hands turn my head, and suddenly my vision was filled with
a pair of basketball shorts. I tried to look up, but Martinez held my head
firm in place as the owner of the shorts pulled them down, and pushed the
elastic waistband underneath his ample, extremely hairy balls. The dick was
circumcised, and about three and a half inches soft, but very thick. It's
owner shuffled even closer to me, and soon the dick was all I could see.

"Open up dude." The same deep voice said. "This ain't time to play."

I opened my mouth, and I saw his big, hairy hand aim his cock right at my
mouth, and start pissing before it was even inside of it. It was so good. I
was amazed, every time I tasted it how much I liked it, and how there were
slight differences in all the guys I drank from. Martinez kept pushing my
head closer, and soon the pissing cock was inside my mouth, just in time
for me to clamp my lips down around it and swallow. Martinez let my head
go, and I felt the big hairy hands of the guy who I was kneeling for take
their place, but he held my head gently.

I heard him sigh, loudly, with relief. My dick jumped, and I'm pretty sure
a glob of precum shot out of the end of it. I swallowed the gushing warm
fluid as fast as he was giving it to me, and he was making no attempt to
slow it or make sure I could keep pace.

"So, you came with Sam and Miguel?" I heard Martinez ask, as my mouth was
filling up with piss for the fifth or sixth time.

"Yeah, they took Sam's car though, should be here any minute." The deep
voice answered. I still didn't know his name. They spoke to each other
casually, as two guys standing next to each other at a urinal might, which,
I guess, is what they were.

"Cool man, you want anything to drink?" Martinez asked him. I coughed a
little, and some of this dudes piss fell down the front of my shirt.

"Whoa there boy, be careful," the owner of the dick said. "You almost got
some on me."

"Not to mention my carpet," Martinez added, tousling my hair.

"Yeah man, I'll have a beer," the deep voice said to Martinez, followed by
Martinez calling out to Neil to bring a cup of beer over.

Finally, the stream petered out. His big hairy hands pulled me off of his
dick, and he shook the last few drops onto my face as I gasped for air,
coughing again. There was a pool of precum on the carpet under my dick.

"Lick that shit up," Martinez told me, and I obeyed, sucking what I could
out of the carpet.

When I was finally done, I sat down on the floor, and finally looked up to
see the face of the guy who's piss I'd just swallowed at least a quart
of. He had a wide, square jaw, a goofy grin, and thick brown hair that
curled slightly as it landed down around his eyes. He was wearing a tight
white tank top above his basketball shorts, into which he'd stowed away his
sizable package. He was big, really big, and probably 6'4" tall. I
recognized him immediately. He was the owner of the gym where I worked out,
and had even been employed at for a few summers.

"Holy shit," Bill Joslin said, looking down at me. "I know this faggot, he
used to work for me. Adam, right?"

"Yeah," I answered, face burning with embarrassment. I hadn't thought about
how all the people at this party were obviously going to be people from
town, from the university, and how Bill probably wasn't the only one who
was going to recognize me.

"Man, I wish I'd known you were a faggot sooner, you could've helped me out
those late nights closing at the gym."

"Well, you know now," was all I could think so say.

Bill laughed and made his way over to the couch, sitting back into it with
his arms up on the cushions beside him and his legs spread wide, taking up
as much space as his big body allowed for.

"Come over here faggot," he said to me, not unkindly. I made my way over
and started to sit down beside Bill on the couch.

Bill laughed. "No, bitch, on the ground. Between my legs." He looked over
at Martinez. "He really is new at this isn't he?"

I got down on my knees again, between Bill's leg, looking up at his perfect
body, beautiful bulge, furry chest and pits.

"What have you done before faggot?" He asked me. "Sucked dicks. Drink
piss. What else?"

"That's pretty much it," I told him.

He looked even more surprised still. "You're telling me you ain't ever even
been fucked?"

I shook my head.

"Well, if you're hear to service the men gonna be here tonight, you're
gonna have to learn quick. First, I want you to give me a tongue bath. I
haven't showered since the gym today." He pulled off his tank top. "Star
with my pits, then my chest and stomach, then all around my cock, and taint
and asshole."

My stomach fluttered. I was nervous, but decided that if I was in for a
penny, I was in for a pound. I pulled myself up onto the couch, not beside
him, but kind of straddling his leg. He lifted his right arm behind his
head and a wave of his gym stink his my nostrils. I'd always liked changing
with the guys after practice. The smells of the locker room were comforting
and familiar to me. And though I'd never thought about actually pushing my
face into a guys pit until the past couple weeks, right now it seemed like
the most natural thing in the world.

I moved my face close, nose just brushing against his hairs, and I inhaled
deeply. It was a heady rush, being that close. It was more intense than
when I lifted my own arm to have a sniff, and much more exciting, as it
wasn't my own smell, but the smell of someone bigger and stronger than
me. I felt his left hand cup the back of my head, and he pushed my face
right into the moist, heavy tuft of hair.

"Now clean it up," he said. "Make sure you use a lot of spit, but don't let
it drip down my arm. Just get it nice and wet and then suck it all back
up. All my stank is getting cleaned out by your tongue, got it?"

I nodded, noses brushing through his pit, m face now wet with his sweat,
and I opened my mouth. I wasn't sure what I expected. But the taste was
slightly different from how it smelled. It was tangy, almost spicy, but
just very slightly. His skin and sweat were salty too. I let myself drool
all over his pit hairs, and used my tongue to swirl it around, and then
opened my mouth as wide as I could and sucked on all the hairs at once, my
mouth now filling with his taste. It was intoxicating beyond belief. I
wanted more of it. I licked all around his armpit, up onto his bicep and
down below the hollow, and then returned to the hairy tuft to give it a
second rinsing. I was lost in this mans stink.

"Good boy," he said, and I felt a swell of pride rise up in me. He pushed
my head back and sniffed at his pit. He grabbed the shoulder of my Jersey
to dry it off and said "Good enough, now do the other one."

I'd almost forgotten, getting lost in the experience, that he had two
armpits. I moved over to his left knee, and leaned in to his second pit. It
was radiating the best smell I could possibly imagine. I almost didn't want
to lick it up because I wanted to keep my face there next to it
forever. But then I remembered that there were a lot more guys coming to
the party tonight, and a lot more stuff I was going to get to do, and I
dove in, cleaning off his sweat and his stink with a vigor I wouldn't have
thought possible.

After I cleaned out his second pit, I slowly moved across his chest. The
smell of his sweat wasn't as strong here, but there was a definite musk,
and I slowly sucked on each square inch of it, cleaning the skin with my
tongue. Swallowing the dried on sweat and any hairs that happened to come
off in my mouth.

As I worked my way down his torso, I got back onto the floor, on all
fours. I noticed, for the first time, that Martinez was still standing
there, just watching us, arms folded across his chest. Derisive smile on
his face. I recognized that smile. It was one I used to use. Now it was
being directed at me.

"Hey Neil!" He called. "I think Adam's virgin ass is gonna need some
warming up. Bring some toys over here and work on that while he finishes
giving Bill and bath."

"Yes sir!" Neil called, sounding happy to finally have something to do.

Bill lifted his hips off the couch just high enough to allow me to pull his
shorts off, and I tossed them over on top of his tank top. I kept on
cleaning him off, starting at his bellybutton, and moving down the treasure
trail as the hair rapidly became very thick and musty. The smell of cock up
close I was a bit more used to now, but it was no less exciting. It was
sharper and stronger even than his pits, and as I slobbered into his public
hair and licked it back up again, I became lost in a world of cock.

Then I felt something cool on my asshole. I turned to see that Neil had
positioned himself behind me. IN the heat of the moment, I'd almost
forgotten I was naked from the waist down, and Neil had pushed a finger up
against my pucker. It sipped in easily. Must have been covered in lube of
some kind.

Bill slapped me in the face a couple times with his dick to bring my
attention back where it belonged. "Open up again," he said, and I did,
without hesitation. He pushed the tip of his big floppy soft cock into my
mouth and sighed, letting out another short stream of piss. I
swallowed. "Okay," he said. "Back to work."

Next, I licked all around his shaft, then moved down to the area beside his
balls. The smell of his balls was different still from all the others. More
funky. Sour. I devoured it. I loved having my face pressed right up against
his thick beefy cock. A cock, which, by the way, was starting to become
hard.

Neil continued to work his fingers into my butt. First one, and now a
second. I think he must have been pressing on my prostate, because I
suddenly became aware that I needed to pee, too.

I pulled my face back from Bill's crotch and said "I gotta piss, hold on,"
but Bill just grabbed my head and pushed it back into his crotch, onto the
left side of his balls now.

"Bucket number two will take care of that for you," he said. "You jut
concentrate on me, okay?"

I nodded into his balls, feeling his stank wipe all over my face, and said
nothing.

I felt something different at my asshole now. Something with a little more
give than Neils fingers. Was it a cock? I didn't think so. It felt
like.. Of course.. A toy. By the way that it felt when it was entering, I
figure it must have been a butt plug. I'd seen pictures of them before, and
they sort of flared out in the middle, which is what it felt like this
thing did, until it popped into place, as it were, and my asshole clenched
around the skinny part before the base.

I moved on to the area underneath Bill's balls. He put his legs up on the
coffee table to give me better access.

After he'd got the plug firmly in place in my ass, Neil shuffled himself
underneath me and started sucking on my cock, which, was raging hard. I
slapped him in the face, just lightly, because I felt like he was gonna
make me cum.

"Sorry," he said. "You just have a really nice dick. Feel free to piss now
though." I felt his lips clamp down just on the tip of my dick this time.

It took some concentration, but I was able, after a minute, to relax my
boner enough to start letting the piss out, all while still slurping,
licking and sucking on Bill's furry taint. I heard Neil swallowing, gulp
after gulp of third hand beer while I moved closer and closer to Bill's
asshole, and the funky smell of his balls gave way to the earthy smell of
his hole.

As my stream died out, I was just beginning to swirl my tongue in and
around the hairs that surrounded his butthole. This as the most intense
flavor of them all. Powerful, sweaty, and masculine. I felt Neil move back
behind me and start pushing the buttplug in and out of my ass, loosening
the sphincter with every stroke in and out.

I circled in closer to Bills hole, and my tongue brushed across the
pucker. The little folds of skin each bursting with his sweat and his
musk. I pushed my tongue inside of it, just a little, and slurped at it
desperately. Wanting all of it. Wanting to merge with it.

Then I felt Bill's hand on my head pulling me back.

"Good boy," he said. "I can tell you're made for this."

I was dizzy, head spinning with the experience of him. Of every part of his
body.

"You haven't done my feet yet, but e can get to that after," Bill
said. "Hey how is his ass doing?" He called to Neil.

"It's still pretty tight," Neil answered. "But I think if you're gentle,
you can have a go at it now."

For whatever reason, when I'd come to this party, I hadn't imagined I'd be
getting fucked. But now, I couldn't imagine saying no to anything Bill
wanted me to do.

"Turn around faggot," he instructed me, and I obeyed, presenting my bare
virgin ass to him. "And scoot forward," he added, as he came down off the
couch to kneel behind me.

"Lube up my dick," he told Neil, who I saw move quickly and obediently
over. I looked over my shoulder and saw Bill's now fully rock hard cock,
which Neil was generously rubbing with lubricant. It as huge. At least 9
1/2 inches. Uncut. And thick.

Bill shuffled forward and rested the head of his cock against my asshole. I
felt it sink into a bit of a groove as the slender end of the tip
penetrated me just the slightest bit. Internally, I went wild. I wanted it
in me. I didn't care how much it hurt. I didn't care if I was stretched out
forever. I just wanted to please Bill. I wanted him to fuck me and cum in
me whenever he wanted.

I pushed back, and it slid in a little more. I felt my sphincter burn, and
I gasped at the pain. Bill chuckled. "Easy there faggot. You let me handle
this, okay?"

I nodded. Yes, yes to anything he had to say or ask.

I felt him start to rock back and forth. Removing the tip from my ass, and
then pushing it in again, just a little further. The increase in depth with
each stroke was almost unnoticeable.

"How far in is it?" I asked, after a minute or so of this.

Bill chuckled again. "Not even the whole head yet, kid. You ready for a
bigger push?"

I nodded, and I felt him press harder this time, and the burning in my
sphincter again, but only for a brief moment, as what I guess was the head
popped inside, past the narrowing of my butt muscle.

"There we go," he said. "That's always the hardest part."

He pulled his dick out again, and then pushed it past my sphincter again,
and it hurt less this time. And it felt really, really good. Knowing that a
big strong man was fucking me, was actually putting his dick inside my
asshole was literally the sexiest thing in the entire world. I was
completely his bitch. I'd experienced being a toilet already, but this was
a different kind of submission. It was more primal, less vulgar and more
fraternal. He was the bigger man, both physically and in terms of his
masculinity. And I was here to service him.

He pulled out again and demanded more lube, which, I guess, Neil
immediately complied with, because when he pushed in again, it went even
further. Bill started to rock back and forth again, like he'd done with the
tip, but this time with more fervor. Slowly, as he sunk deeper and deeper,
I realized that he was fucking me. He was fucking my asshole. I pushed back
on him again, and again he laughed.

"Just about all the way in," he said, rubbing his hands across my back and
along my asscheeks. "You're doing so good faggot. Especially for your first
time."

The sensation is difficult to describe. It was kind of like needing to take
a shit, but different, better, and it was a feeling I wasn't in control of,
because there was another human body behind me attached to the dick that
was pushing itself up into my intestine.

Finally, I felt his thighs rest against my hips, and the bush of his still
damp pubes pressing against my cheeks. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Now, the real fun begins," he said.

Then the doorbell rang again.

"Ah, that's probably Sam and Miguel now," I heard Martinez' voice. "Neil,
go let them in, and leave the front door open so that new arrivals know to
just walk inside."

Bill started fucking me now in earnest. Full strokes out followed by deep,
hard plunges in. He wasn't going fast, but he was going hard. My cock was
aching for attention, but when I tried to touch it, he slapped at my hand.

"No touching," he said. "I wanna see if I can make you cum just using my
cock, like the little bitch you are."

He pushed my jersey up around my chest and leaned forward, laying his big
hairy torso along my back as he continued to fuck me and started kissing my
neck. He as going faster now but not pulling out so far. At this new angle,
I could tell he was hitting my prostate with every stroke. He was so
strong, so powerful, and plowing all of his energy into my asshole. My dick
ached for some touch, and leaked more precum than I even knew was possible.

Coming down the stairs, I saw two more guys I recognized from the gym. Sam
and Miguel. Sam was a blond, muscular, pretty boy with deep blue eyes and a
shaved face. Miguel was dark skinned, with a goatee, shorter than Bill but
probably still about six feet tall. Sam was slightly taller. They both
surveyed the scene with looks of approval.

"Drink up bitch," Sam commanded, and Neil obeyed, opening the tall blond's
jeans, and pulling his tighty whitey's down, just a little to reveal a half
hard, beautiful, cut cock emitting from a nice blond bush.

Miguel looked straight at me. He looked shakey in my vision because Bill
was still pounding away at me. He had a round face, not fat, but full, and
thick, bushy eyebrows. He was wearing a light hoodie with the hood pulled
up around his hair, and cargo pants. Without a word, he walked up to me,
undid his fly, and pulled his cock out through the zipper. His foreskin was
still bunched up around the end, but I could see that he'd been leaking
precum. There were a few hairs sticking out of his jeans too, but mostly I
could only see the dick.

He pushed it against my lips, and I opened them. Bill was fucking me even
harder now, I could feel his hairy chest growing sweaty with the workout as
it rubbed against my back. I swirled my tongue around Miguel's cock, having
just enough time to taste the precum before his piss started to fill my
mouth. Every stroke of Bill's cock felt like an orgasm at this point. I
swallowed the first mouthful and Miguel rubbed my head and said "Good boy."

"I. Am. Going. To. Fucking. Breed. Your. Bitch. Virgin. Ass." Bill growled
in my ear, in time with the rapid stroked of his dick inside me. I
swallowed another mouthful of Miguel's piss. Bill started groaning louder
and louder, like an animal. Growling. I used my tongue to play with
Miguel's' foreskin and swirl around the head of his still pissing cock in
my mouth, tasting the sweat and funk of him. I swallowed again.

I felt a familiar yet unfamiliar sensation rising up inside of me. I could
tell that I was about to go over the falls, but it had never happened like
this before. The structure of it was so different, because nothing was
touching my cock. Bill gave a final scream, and slammed his whole body
against mine. I could feel the convulsions rise up from his balls and
through the base of his shaft as he emptied his load into me. I lost it, my
dick started sputtering cum all over the floor. I coughed and spit a little
bit of Miguel's piss out onto his jeans and he slapped me lightly on the
face, grabbing my head and pushing his dick in deeper, so the piss wouldn't
splash out.

Wave after wave of orgasm shook through me until finally I felt the last
spurt, and Bill had got back up on his knees and begun to pull out of me.

"Shit, that was awesome," I heard Bill say, though the sound was muffled by
Miguel's hands, that were over my ears, holding my head in place as he
pissed straight down my throat with a dick that was slowly getting harder
and harder.

I felt a pop as Bill's dick finally left my ass. Miguel, after another ten
seconds or so, finished pissing, and pushed me off of him roughly as I
struggled to catch my breath, still roiling from the orgasm.

Then the doorbell rang again.

"Dammit Neil, I thought I told you to leave the front door open!" Came
Martinez' voice.

"Sorry sir," Neil answered and I saw him rush up the stairs.


覧 Derek 覧

Brody fell asleep almost immediately, but I couldn't stop thinking about
the party. Maybe it was because he'd came and I hadn't, but it seemed like
a silly thing to pass up, especially given that we had no classes the next
day.

I tried to shake Brody awake, but he was sleeping like a log.

It couldn't hurt for me to head over there, just for an hour, to check it
out, right? I thought. After all, Brody and I weren't exclusive, and he
obviously wasn't feeling up to it.

Without thinking about it too much more, I slipped out of bed, threw on
some clothes, and quietly left the apartment.


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