Date: Tue, 29 Jun 2004 09:58:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Geoff Waterman
Subject: A Wet Vacation Story

I was totally spent. For several months, I had worked night and day and
I had nothing left to give. I'm a stage actor. No, I'm not famous,
but I'm working to change that. In the meantime, I'm doing a lot of
stage work and my last gig was now over. My manager told me I needed a
break, so he booked me for a three-week stay at an out of the way duplex
on the beach (more of a rocky beach, actually) on the coast of Maine.

I took the scenic route in my drive to Maine. Upon arrival, I stocked up
on my favorite wines at the liquor store, got the key from the manager
(an old queen if there ever was one) and then drove to the duplex. The
manager told me the other half of the duplex was not rented, so I'd have
the entire place to myself. This was perfect. Just me. My books. CDs.
Wine. Sun. Nothing else.

I was delighted with the place. It was old, but clean and it featured a
huge wooden balcony (connecting the duplexes) that overlooked a small
sandy beach, rocky cliffs and then the rocky shoreline below. It was
perfect and very quiet except for the lapping of the waves. It was now
about 4:00 pm, so after unpacking, I relaxed on the balcony, totally
naked. I soon fell asleep and then stumbled into bed--leaving the window
open so I could enjoy the cool sea breeze.

The next morning I woke up early. I walked out on the balcony and pissed
over the railing as if to mark this place as my own. I loved being naked
and outdoors, so I was glad the duplex was mine and mine alone. After
fixing breakfast, I laid in the hammock, still naked and drifted off to
sleep again instead of reading the Advocate by my side. About an hour
later, however, my peace was interrupted. I woke up to see this guy
staring at me with a huge smile on his face. I could hardly see him for
the sun. Not being the shy type, I got up--sporting a roaring hardon.
He apologized for interrupting my sleep and introduced himself. His name
was Stephen. He was about 24 years old, 5'6" tall, bleach blond hair
with a dark trail leading into his low-slung cut offs, hard abs, hairy
legs, a dark tan and a smile that spread from ear to ear.

"What are you doing here," I asked?

"I just rented this place. The landlord said you'd be here. I just
moved in and saw you laying in the hammock and looking sexy as fuck," he
said.

I could only smile. While I was not pleased to have a neighbor after
only one day of being alone, he was indeed a wet dream come true. Maybe,
after describing Stephen, I should tell you about myself. My name is
Geoff. I'm 33, 6'1, 31" waist, dark brown hair, hairy chest, a narrow
trail, full balls, 7.5" cut cock, and I have long legs covered in dark
fur. My ass is also kind of hairy, mostly in the crack. Stephen
obviously couldn't take his eyes off of me. Nor could I take my eyes
off of him.

"Stephen," I said, "welcome. I just moved in and I plan to have a
quiet time here. So if my being naked bothers you, you can fuck
yourself," I said with a laugh. His response was direct and to the
point. He simply dropped his cut-offs and threw them at me. We both
laughed as I took in view of his small, but very plump soft cock.

"I know it's early, but do you want some wine." I asked? We went into
my kitchen, I poured the wine, but I couldn't take my eyes off his ass.
It was a total bubble butt--rock hard, white and I could see just a bit
of blond peach fuzz inside the crack. We sat down on the sofa, both
still naked, and began to get to know each other. The conversation
flowed easily as I kept refilling our wine glasses. He was cute and he
knew it, but he had no attitude. He was relaxed, easy to talk with and
was totally bull shit-free. We were both here for the same reason--to
get away from everything and everybody. I was from New York; he was from
Boston. We were both newly single (again) and both relaxed enough to
stretch out on the sofa, softly touch each other in a warm but non-sexual
way and simply talk.

The hours past quickly. From time to time, one or both of our cocks
would rear up and we'd joke about being horny all the time. But that
was it. No sex, no playing around. It was a perfect, no pressure kind
of day.

Stephen and I finally got up and walked down to the beach. I casually
put my arm over his shoulder as we walked. It all seemed so natural, so
innocent and so fucking sexy. As we walked, I told Stephen to stop for a
sec. I had to piss. I broke contact with him, reach for my cock and as
I did, Stephen stopped me.

"Geoff, um... uh... well... I hope you don't mind, but... I was thinking...
that maybe... well, anyway... here's the deal. Piss on me, I want to
drink it. Okay?"

Without a word, he dropped to his knees in front of me and put his hands
on my ass. I could feel his fingers creep into my hairy crack as his
mouth covered my cock. He wasn't asking permission, he was just taking
what he wanted. I had never fed piss to a guy before, but this was the
sexiest thing I'd ever seen. The two of us naked, hard, on the beach
and Stephen ready to drink my piss. I leaned back, pushed my cock into
his mouth, and started to shoot--a long, hard, wet, nasty, yellow stream
of piss into his mouth. He sucked like a baby, drinking all he could.

I saw some of my piss run out of his mouth and down over his chin, neck,
pecs, down his abs and into his crotch. Fuck! This was hot. He kept
drinking and I kept pissing. He looked up at me and smiled with his
eyes. I couldn't fucking believe it. He loved it and I loved feeding
him. To look at him, you would think we was a choir boy. Obviously, if
he was a choir boy, he sung in a very raunchy choir.

I finally finished my hard piss and he lapped the spare droplets off my
balls and thighs. Then I leaned down, pulled him up to me and kissed
him. My tongue dug deep into his hot, wet, piss-covered mouth. I could
taste the piss as our bodies meshed together--our sweat and piss and his
precum getting all over us. My piss tasted great in his mouth. But he
tasted, and felt, even better.

Stephen broke the kiss finally and smiled at me. Playfully swatted my
ass and simply said "thanks, bro. I've been wanting that since I saw
you this morning." He was so natural in what he wanted and how he got
it. No drama. No scene. No attitude. He just naturally connected with
me like it was meant to be. Then we continued our walk--our hard cocks
sticking straight out as we walked the beach with our bodies reeking of
piss and sweat.

We slowly made our way back to the house. In spite of the piss scene, we
still acted and felt like two guys who just enjoyed being together. It
seemed so right, so natural, so innocent and yet I knew we'd be having
sex soon. But for now I was just enjoying what we the moment.

As I walked up the steps, with Stephen behind me, I suddenly felt his
hands grab my hips and his tongue shove its way into my ass crack. I
stopped, leaned forward and thrust my ass back at him. I hadn't
showered since leaving New York, so I was pretty wipe. The sweat and the
piss made me even riper. I couldn't believe how this beautiful,
innocent-looking guy was tearing into my ass. He pushed me down on the
steps, spread my ass, spat on my hole and then started tongue fucking
me. Damn, this was amazing. He was so hot, so spontaneous, so beautiful
and so fucking nasty.

I pushed my ass into his face and farted. He loved it and started tongue
fucking my ass even deeper as he gave my hairy cheeks a few playful wacks
with his hand. At the same time, he pulled my cock and balls back toward
him. His tongue moved from my ass to my piss slit as he drank my precum
and ate my ass. Then suddenly, the little fucker gave me another
surprise. I felt a hot stream of piss hit my asshole. I looked back to
see him smiling like a kid at Christmas as he shot his hot piss at my
ass. I felt it hit my hole, splatter all over my ass, legs and back, and
run down over my balls and cock. "Oh fuck yeah, Stephen..." I screamed
out. "Drench me man, then clean my ass out."

He did as instructed. Pissing all over my ass and then burying his face
in it. I felt his day-old blond beard stubble scratch my cheeks, crack
and hole as he tortured me. This kid new how to heat up a guy--being
playful, raunchy, cute and rough all at the same time.

He kept scratching my ass, tonguing it and licking the piss off of me as
his hands roamed my body. My cock was rock hard, drenched in his piss
and leaking a shit load of precum as he kept working my body. The sun was
beating down on us. The sweat. The piss. The precum. It all made for
a hot, smelly scene. But now it was my turn to surprise him.

Still lying on the steps, I flipped myself over and pulled him down on
top of me. I could feel his cock between my legs, leaking on my ass
crack as we kissed. My hands roamed his body and then--without evening
thinking about it--I started to spank his ass. Hard! The harder I
spanked his ass, the deeper he kissed and the harder he thrusted his cock
into my crack. My hairy ass felt slimy with piss and precum and he could
have fucked me on the spot. But instead, he moved his body up on top of
mine and slowly sat down on my cock. He cock was dripping precum on my
abs and trail as he sat down--taking my cock up his ass like a fucking
pro. I watched my cock disappear into him as he spat on his cock and
jacked it--shooting gobs of precum all over my hairy chest. Taking
control, he moved up and down on my cock, going deeper each time. As he
pushed down, my balls were squeezed and tortured. He knew how to crush
them just right as he got fucked.

Then he leaned over me, my mouth open, and he dripped spit into my mouth
before we began to kiss once again. My cock kept fucking his ass. He
was unbelievable tight. He kept squeezing his ass, milking my cock and
taking every inch he could get. As he put pressure on me, the pressure
in my bladder was also building. I had to piss--bad! So I did. I
didn't warn him, I just pushed my cock deep into his bowels and let
loose a long stream of raunchy piss up his ass. He felt it and he
fucking loved it. He moaned with pleasure as I filled his ass. How
could this sweet, angelic looking guy be such a toilet boy? I didn't
know, or care. All I knew is that he was giving me an experience I'd
never had--sex and piss together. And I was fucking turned on. I fucked
his ass harder and deeper and I kept pissing like a dog in heat.
Pounding that ass, pissing in it, spanking it, I abused him like a
slave. I gave him every inch of cock, every ounce of piss I had. He
took it and more. He kept riding my cock and acting like my bitch in
heat. In reality, though, I was his bitch. He was the nasty boy, but he
was the one that was controlling me--making me go places I'd never gone
before.

As my piss stream ended, he suddenly pulled his ass off my cock, leaned
back, showed me his asshole and then began to spray me with my own piss.
All I saw was a stream of piss shooting out of his tight ass
hole--hitting my face, chest, everywhere. The fucker was bathing me in
my own piss, giving me what I gave him. I felt and smelled like a
fucking public toilet. I loved it and he knew it.

When he stopped shooting, his hands lifted my ass up and he plunged his
6" cock deep into my ass in one stroke. No warning. No mercy. No, he
pushed his cock deep into me like he was raping a whore. Fuck yeah, I
was his whore if that's what he wanted. My hairy chest and abs and legs
were covered in sweat and piss as he started fucking me as hard as I had
fucked him.

As he pumped my ass on the steps, he grabbed my cock and balls. Pulled.
Twisted. And milked my cock like he owned it. Maybe he did. He was
quickly owning me. I saw his luscious tan body drip sweat on me, his
blond hair fall into his face as he fucked me--that sweet smile seducing
me as if for the first time.

How could he be so rank and so sweet at the same time. Gawd, it was like
a wet dream come true. Then without warning, he started to cum. His face
scrunched up, the smile disappeared and he let out a howl that I'm sure
could be heard for miles. He pushed deep into me, shooting load after
load of hot cum into my ass. I could feel each hot load fill my ass as I
squeezed his cock hard. He was amazing. He kept cuming, shot after
shot, like he'd been saving up for months. As he gave me his final
shot, he reached a finger into my ass, scooped out some cum and ate it.
Then he gave me his finger to clean in my mouth before kissing me. Our
hot bodies were melded together like one and as we kissed, I shot my load
between our wet bodies. That huge load coated our abs and crotch. Shit,
I had never, ever cum like that. It seemed to never end. He kept
fucking me and kissing me as I came.

If this was heaven, or hell, I didn't care and I didn't want it to end.

I noticed the sun was beginning to sink as we kept kissing. Then we both
started to laugh, laughing hysterically, as if for no reason. His smile
had returned as his cock slowly slipped out of my ass.

"I'm hungry," he said. "Let's get some food."

I slapped his ass again and told him that he'd had his dinner, but that
desert would soon be available. We kissed again, kissing as if we'd
known each other a lifetime. For the next two weeks, we made love
constantly. Sometimes it was sweet and tender. Sometimes it was rough
and nasty. I learned to love piss play and he learned something
too--that we could swap from sub to dom and back again and love every
minute of it. He owned me and I owned him. When the vacation ended, so
did his life in Boston. On the way home, I helped him pack-up for his
new life in New York with me.