Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2023 06:39:55 -0400
From: AC <hryjknyk@gmail.com>
Subject: Pig in Palm Springs - Part 9 - Gay Encounters, Urination

Pig in Palm Springs - Part 9 - Gay Encounters, Urination


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This is part 9 of many of this story.

This series is based on true events (a culmination of multiple trips) and
fictional fantasies. It will depict many different fetish themes over the
subsequent chapters. If you are not interested in m/m kinky gay sex, this
is not for you. If you are, get ready!


My eyes flutter open to the bright sun-drenched room. It takes me a
moment to register where I am before a smile creeps onto my face.

I stretch out wide and yawn loudly as my body starts to wake up. I sit up
in the comfortable soft pile of smooth sheets and pillows. I take a
moment to sit in silence while looking out to the mountains standing tall
in the early morning sun.

Enjoying the quiet I feel gratitude and joy bursting from my soul for
this opportunity and how perfect it's been so far. My mind starts to
wander back to yesterday's fun and I feel my morning wood involuntarily
flex.

It's time to get a move on and make this into a fun piggy Friday!

I reach for my phone and see it's just 6:45. Normally I sleep in as much
as I can when I'm off from work, especially on vacation but I am too
excited and eager to take advantage of every moment I have while on my
slutcation.

I swipe open my phone and see I received a text about 10 minutes ago. It
was from Scott.

"I saved you as Christian The Tight."

"Saved you as Scott the guy who blew me last night"

"I remember it fondly."

"Me too."

I feel giddy as we text back and forth, hoping it leads to another hot
encounter. It was passionate, raunchy, and unexpected but there was also
this intense, chemistry between us all night. I'm looking at my phone,
waiting for him to say something while trying to think of something to
send, and then abruptly put it down.

I definitely want to see Scott again but I'm not going to let that stand
in the way of all the other fun I am planning to have with men I have yet
to meet.

I fling the covers off me and get a whiff of the arousing smells that
have collected on my skin before standing up and giving my body another
big stretch. I head for the bathroom and then pivot on my way toward the
sliding glass doors.

I step outside into the warm, dry morning, take a few steps and let my
morning wood unleash a river of pungent, morning piss, onto the patio,
swinging my hips as my cock spurts like a fountain. Once it subsides, I
walk across the pavers, already radiating the desert heat, and dive into
the pool, swimming underwater across its length, to the other side.

Appreciating the brisk wake-up, I climb the steps and head toward the
kitchen grabbing a towel on the way to dry my naked body off with my cock
still semi engorged from being totally nude outside.

I enter the set of doors into the kitchen to make my way to the fridge. I
grab a bottle of cold brew and then make my way to the "playpen" or "sex
suite". 'I have to come up with a better name for it,' I think to myself
while walking past the sunken living room.

Just like the house, I went a bit overboard on gear and toys for the
trip.

I laugh at myself while I open the suitcase and duffle bag to unpack
their contents. There are harnesses, leather shorts, singlets, masks,
gags, dildos, lubes, masturbates, restraints, vibrating plugs, more cock
rings, crusty used jock straps, and a rim seat. Peter assured me he had
everything I could need or imagine wanting but I was too excited and
wanted to start my own collection anyway. Plus some things I wasn't sure
about sharing.

Once everything is laid out in the walk-in closet and my coffee almost
empty, I head to the bedroom to grab my phone and make my way back to the
kitchen. The loud rumble in my stomach made my next decision.

After grabbing another coffee and a bottle of water I pull out some items
to make a hearty breakfast to ensure I'll have energy for the day of fun
I hope to have.

While my meal is cooking, I crank up some lively oldies and run to
Peter's "dress up" closet, pulling out one of his vintage silk
kimonos. I slide the cool, slinky fabric over my naked frame, leaving it
open as I go to finish cooking.

I pile my sausage, toast, eggs, avocado, and fresh fruit on a plate and
head outside to casually lounge and munch while I scroll through all my
messages, head bopping to the sounds of Petula Clark.

My plan for today was pretty straightforward, to have as many encounters
with hot sweaty men as I wanted and ensure that they were all in line
with my kinky desires. By the time I finished breakfast, I had made some
good headway through all the messages I had received on various apps even
though more kept coming in.

It is only about 7:30 now but the heat is getting intense. Not wanting to
sweat up my host's delicate robe, I collect my things and bring them
into the kitchen. I pile the dishes in the sink before returning the
garment back to its home. I had about twenty minutes before my first
guest of the day was due over.

After brushing my teeth I head back outside to a shady spot and do a bit
of yoga, stretching out my stiff body and working up some fresh sweat.

I was waiting on a very sexy, dark-skinned guy from Grindr with a
beautiful, thick dick that looked perfect for sucking. His profile was
blank but he sent a message stating he was going for a run and offered to
swing by mine to get some head before he set out followed by a torso pic
and a mouth-watering dick pic.

He admitted he had already showered and wasn't up for anything more than
giving me a facial to my disappointment, but I still agreed, thinking it
would be a great way to ease into my kinky urges this early in the
morning.

Energized and slick with sweat, I pop back into the bedroom and grab a
skimpy black Speedo and slip it on. I love being naked but I also love
wearing extremely revealing items. Also, the small bits of fabric shield
my cock, helping to prevent me from jerking off when sucking a tasty
dick. I pull it up over my semi-engorged package and realize it's too
small, barely covering my ass or bulge. I bought it a few months ago in
the middle of my fitness journey after the initial weight loss and prior
to the new muscle growth that's given me this thick ass.

'It's perfect' I think to myself while looking in the mirror right when
the doorbell rings.

I press the buzzer to the front gate and watch him walk up the front path
shirtless in a pair of bright green running shorts and sneakers. My eyes
trailed down his smooth, ripped body, his dark skin glistens with a light
sheen of perspiration in the bright sun. I can see the outline of his
big, swinging black dick through the thin fabric barely concealing it,
and lick my lips. I open the door while stepping to the side and he
smiles at me with a nod and enters.

"Hey," I say to him.

I want to bring him to the backyard and work him over outside but as soon
as he steps past the doorway, his shorts are down below his growing,
heavy cock and smooth, hanging balls. It's a beautiful piece of meat
that I gladly squat down in front of to meet it face to face. He is here
for a reason, so I get to work, taking the inflating velvety tip into my
mouth.

He lets out a soft sigh, feeling my lips wrap around the ridge of his
head. My tongue swirls around and I suck more into my mouth, feeling it
expand to its full girth in my throat. I bob up and down, working to get
the whole thing down while it gets coated in my saliva. It's not
enormous but definitely long and girthy. I finally am able to swallow him
down until my nose is pressed against his shaved pelvis and his smooth
balls are against my chin. The smell of his clean skin, hints of soap
mixed with newly formed sweat, fills my nostrils.

"Oh fuck yeah, swallow that penis," he moans.

His hands are resting on my head and he starts gently rocking as I
continue to bob up and down.

"That's a good mouth."

His humping gets more urgent and his hands hold my head firmly in place.
He picks up his pace and starts fucking my throat with force. It's not
my favorite when someone does this, but I am so turned on by the sexy man
doing it I do my best to control my breathing and allow him to use me,
wishing I had poppers close by.

"Oh fuck yeah! Take my big dick!"

After about a minute of the aggressive assault on my throat and him
mumbling curses, I have to pull off. I sneak my hand up to the base of
his cock, wrapping my fingers around it, and press firmly against his
shorn pubes to signal I need a break.

Drooling and coughing but maintaining a steady rhythm on his spit-soaked
dick with my hand, I catch my breath with a few inhales and then look up
at him. He lets out a sigh of disappointment and his face shows
desperation as he watches me jerk his thick meat, preparing myself to
take the head back in my mouth.

"I was getting close," he says, obviously frustrated.

I didn't love his approach but I couldn't deny that I was kind of turned
on by my throat being used so forcefully. I want his load so I know what
I need to do.

I breathe through my nose, lean forward, suck him down again in one
swallow, and grab his muscular ass through his shorts, pulling him
towards me, giving him the go-ahead to start fucking my throat again.

He's moaning louder now as his nuts swing and slap my chin. My face is
wet and dripping with spit as it smacks against his firm body. I'm
working the muscles in my throat and breathing as best as I can, hoping
for a big reward and not losing my breakfast.

His ass clenches in my hands and I feel him pull my hair back. With one
hand holding my face in place and the other stroking his fat, spit-lubed
cock.

"You ready? This big black dick is going to paint your...Fucccckkkk!"

I feel his hot thick cream start spitting across my face, I feel it land
in my hair and across my forehead. He's groaning deeply through all 6
volleys of cum painting my face, open mouth, and outstretched tongue.

His firm grip on my hair loosens after he smacks his cock on the puddle
of jizz on my tongue. I lick my lips and swallow the sweet, thick spunk
that landed in my mouth. I lean forward and lick his head clean of the
last drop, causing him to shudder. He lets out a deep breath and folds
his cock back into his shorts. Up close, they do little to conceal his
softening dick, the bright thin fabric almost see-through against his
dark meat in front of me.

"Thanks," he smiles down at me and turns to the door leaving me on my
knees and with a dripping smile.

Still panting and on the floor, I watch him open the gate and take off in
a light jog. I admire his neon-covered butt bouncing further away before
the gate swings closed.

I smile as I stand up from the cold tile floor, ignoring my hard,
dripping dick that escaped its lycra prison and is now sticking straight
up past the waistband, and look at myself in the mirror in the entryway.

My face is a mess, dripping with his slimy dick cream and my own saliva
and sweat. I wipe some cum from my face and lick it from my hand. His cum
was very light, mild, and sweet tasting. I wipe up more, and this time
have a different idea, reaching my hand lower and I grab my pulsing cock,
lubing it up with his sperm as I stare at my reflection.

"You slut!" I say out loud with a wicked smile.

I pull at my speedo and adjust it with a slap, concealing my cummy dick
again as I head to the backyard.


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