"Oh yea, this pig was ready for tonight!"
I finished the chicken, which I must say tasted great with a splash of cum. The warm piss washed everything down, and now I was ready to prepare for tonight.
My Ass-Lock was still deep inside my asshole. I very rarely wore it at work, but being a Friday night, and heading out to the Fort, I needed to get my ass open and ready to power-bottom my way through the dark rooms and hallways of wherever the party was happening tonight. I brought my discarded clothes with me, and through my suite in the dry-cleaning bag, and my cum and piss-soaked boxers into the laundry bag in the corner of the bathroom.
But now it was time to clean myself out, as douching and cleaning out my man cunt would be quite necessary for all the men who would be filling it with their hard, fat cocks tonight. So I hiked on leg up onto the bathroom cabinet and as soon as I heard as well as feel the void in my ass as I pulled the large metal ball from my asshole and it popped from his tight ass lips and then hung by the cock ring still wrapped around the base of his cock. I pulled the cock ring off his balls and set the heavy ass lock on the counter, making a mental note to order a bigger ball, as my ass was getting well used, and he could definitely handle something bigger.
When I moved into my apartment one of the first things I installed was a permanent douching devise in my shower, so with the water at the perfect temperature, I inserted the metal tube deep inside my ass and let it flow. It was warm, and as the water began to flow inside my ass, I quivered feeling the heat throughout his bowels, actually causing his hanging cock to jerk and leak a large droplet of pre-cum onto the shower floor. After several good clear water douches, I was confident that whatever might happen tonight, I could handle it with confidence. Next, I shaved my self smooth, not a hair on me after my razor takes the last of it out of my left underarm.
Standing naked in my bedroom, I looked through my drawer that was filled with jocks. Some leather, rubber, cloth, mesh, and some with strips and, some solid. It was always the biggest dilemma about going to the Fort. What type of pig did I want to be tonight?
But after thinking about what happened today on the train, I reached for a black rubber jock with a wide yellow strip down the center. I really wanted to get soaked; awash and fucked with hot piss from cocks of all sizes. Drinking guys recycled beer and let them piss up my ass filling me up. And when I couldn’t drink no more piss, I’d lay in a sling and have them fill his ass so full of piss, that my stomach would bulge.
Before getting dressed I grabbed hold balls with my 2-inch metal ball stretcher, tugging on them to make sure they could handle the abuse and torture they would hopefully be getting tonight. However, since locking this heavy metal on my balls months ago it’s become awkward to stuff my now metal clad low hanging balls along with my hard cock into a jock. And still having a full bladder doesn’t help with calming the stiffness of my cock. My bladder is so full it almost hurts, with my only relief being when I pissed on the train, and the glass of piss I drank with dinner. But that’s just recycling. And the two bottles of beer have just filled me up again. But one must be ready for tonight’s party.
Along with my jock, I donned a black rubber tank top that said URINAL on the front in bold yellow letters. Black socks, with two yellow stripes on top, and black army boots with yellow laces. So, with my ass free to get fucked, and everyone aware that I would gladly relief them of their piss, I was ready for some action.
Dale was on the curb as I pulled up. He was so fucking hot, standing there in jeans, with a black and red leather harness crossed his naked chest, and his black boots were strung with red laces. He was as much into getting fisted, as I was into drinking everyone’s piss tonight.
“Hey” Dale said as he climbed into the truck.
“You look fucking hot, maybe we can have a session later tonight if still up to it.” I said, wanting to get my fist in his ass again.
He laughed and greeted me in his usual way as he closed the door to my truck. Grabbing my crotch, and with a hand full of my cock and balls, he squeezes hard pressing the metal ring around my balls into them. I winch with painful pleasure.
“You ready for tonight pig boy”? Dale said noticing my yellow leather dog collar tight around my neck. With a master’s lock obviously missing.
“Fuck, I have been ready since I woke up this morning. My cock was so hard and wet it actually hurt so much it woke me up this morning.” I told him as we drove towards the new location of the club.
“Ahhh, I’ve seen that before, so did you do the usual?” Dale asked, knowing how horny l am after waking up. “A Cum cocktail right?”
Dale knows me so well, and as usual he’s right. Day, night, morning or if when I’ve just wake up horny in the middle of the night, l loved cum cocktails, especially my own. And this morning was no different.
Dale knows from experience that when I wake up, my cock is always rock hard with my balls full of cum. After a long night of fucking each other or me fisting him, he loved to watch me as I laid in bed, softly stroking my hard cock, which was always slick with pre-cum that had oozed out of my cock during the night. I always made sure my bladder would be full for my morning ritual by drinking 2 or 3 glasses of water right before bed.
Dale always watches as I leisurely released small spurts of piss, letting it slowly flow out of his hard cock up my naked torso, forming puddles in the divots and clefs on my stomach and chest. And when I’d stop the stream, if Dale didn’t lean over and slurp up my morning yellow piss puddling on me, I’d rub the hot liquid into my skin, licking my fingers tasting my pungent, yellow nectar, giving me a hint of what I craved.
So, as Dale stroked his own hard cock while watched me, I’d sit up on the side of the bed, grab the glass, bend my hard cock down so the head of was pressing against the inside of the glass. Once again letting my piss flow, this time with more power, filling the glass with his dark yellow morning piss until it was full.
My cock hardened as he pulled it from the glass, with piss dripping of the large wet mushroom head. I stood up, with my cock over the mouth of the glass and began to fist my hard hot cock. It didn’t take long for my balls to react, and soon cum was rising up out of my balls, that were still tight against the base of my cock, working hard to manufacture a huge load of sperm my fist was so eagerly trying to produce
Finally, shot after shot of the most delicious looking white, stringy cum jettisoned into the glass, floating as I continued stroking my hard cock, squeezing as much cum out of my balls as possible. As my cum began spew into the glass you could see stings of spunk floating down like white streamers throughout the yellow liquid that filled my glass.
When my orgasm subsided, and the last of my cum is squeezed from my cock pulling it up from the base draining every last drop of my creamy, salty jizz out of the full length of my dick. Then scraped the last white dollop off on the edge of the glass, letting it ooze down into the liquid.
I watch as the streams of my hot cum floated in his glass of piss, licking the rim of the glass where cum had spurted and missed the target, and oozed down the outside. My tongue was soon filled with his hot thick morning cum, and as always I ate it hungrily.
The piss was warm as the cum filled liquid slid down my throat, as Dale jerked and moaned. I never drank it quickly, I savored the special taste as piss and spunk filled his mouth and stomach, just as Dale’s cock spewed hot thick cum all over his own chest and stomach.
“Yea! You fucker, you were the one who turned me onto those, now I can’t get enough.” l said, which was true, Dale made me my fist cum cocktail. Now I’m hooked on mine, Dales, and especially the guys at the Fort.
As Dale sat there, I could see his jeans were bulging from what I assumed was his large black and red cod piece jock underneath. His naked chest revealed two large erect nipples each adorned with black savage tit clamps with a black metal chain that hung down between them. The leather harness that crossed his smooth, tight chest made me realize he was going to get his ass destroyed tonight, making me hard to just looking at him, while envisioning him laying out on a sling with a line up of hot guys, just waiting for the chance to shove their fist up his ass.
The old warehouse is dark, other than the single light hanging over a side door. Windows are blacked out, but the parking lot is full. And As we searched for a parking space in the packed parking lot, we looked at each other know that we both have hard fucking cocks just waiting to get serviced.
“It’s going to be a fuck fest in there.” I said
“Let’s hope so. I just want to make sure I can get a sling.” Dale said as he cupped his bulging cock.
“I’m going to start out at the bar. See who’s priming themselves to water me down.”
“You are a piss pig!” Dale said.
“And you’re a fist whore, but I love you anyway.” I said, as we both walked towards the dimly lit run-down door.
