A message popped up from a good looking 38-year-old. He said he fancied me, but was I up for a bit of kinkiness? He liked to piss on guys before fucking them. I'll try anything once, so agreed to meet him. He told me not to urinate for at least two hours before the meeting, and to drink lots of water. I arrived at quite a smart place on the outskirts of town, already desperate. He greeted me in boxers, with a kiss, and I followed him through to the front room, where a plastic sheet had been place on the floor. Another man was already there, in a jockstrap. "I hope you don't mind my mate joining in", not that I had an option. We kissed again, but my need to pee prevented me from getting hard. He asked me to take my shorts and trainers off, and lie on the sheet. "OK, you can relieve yourself now, piss over your T-shirt". The stream started, clearing my head, then splattering on my face, and soaking my T. They stood either side of me and pissed like horses, mainly on my body, but also on my face. I felt both humiliated and turned on. As their flows eased, they aimed at my mouth, telling me to open it. Salty pee filled my mouth and ran down my neck, yet I was getting an erection. They knelt, one putting his dripping tool in my mouth, the other sucking my hard tool and wanking himself. With his dick still in my mouth, my legs were lifted into the air. The other guy spat on his cock and stuffed it in, immediately pumping hard. After a few minutes, they swapped, then back and forth for over half an hour, before taking it in turns to breed me. I was then allowed to toss myself, adding cum to my soaked shirt. They kissed me, thanking me for being a good sport. I left, stinking of urine, wondering what the fuck just happened.
When I got home, Ginge was in my man cave. "Bloody hell, what happened?" I told him, and could see him becoming aroused. "I suppose you want to fuck me now?" I dropped my shorts, and bent over the desk. Ginge held my hips and slid in easily, "Go for it". He pounded hard and gave me a third load. Cum dribbled out of my sore arse. I peeled my shirt off, and asked him to pop to my room and get a clean one, knowing that I'd still stink, bay at least I'd be dry. I started to wonder what other kinks I may have.
The three of us needed a break, so we booked a week at a holiday park, with static caravans, only two miles from the beach. Stopping for food and beer on the way, we arrived Saturday afternoon, at the end of June, avoiding the school holidays. For once, the weather was kind to us. We unpacked, and decided who was sleeping where, but no doubt this would be flexible. The complex had a restaurant and bar, swimming pool, amusement arcade, chip shop and entertainment centre. Cracking open some tinnies, we sat on the veranda, people-watching. As usual, Glen was randy. Checking that no one was watching, he dropped his shorts and said, "Who wants this baby first?" Giving it a few strokes. He didn't bother pulling his shorts up as went back inside. He really did have the perfect butt. We had a three-way kiss, losing what little clothing we had on. Down on the floor, we each had a dick in our mouth, but Glen was also pushing a finger into my hole, so I did the same to Ginge. Moving around, I slapped some lube on Ginge, and pushed in. Handing the lube to Glen, he did the same to me, forming a chain. I was pushing into Ginge, and sliding back on Glen. It didn't take me long to cum. I slipped out, Glen pulled out of me and took my place behind Ginge. Getting underneath, I had the perfect view of Glen's tool thrusting in and out. I couldn't resist taking Glen's cock, sucking it, and guiding it back in. I then wanked Ginge until he splattered me in the face. With a final few thrusts, Ginge was bed again. I cleaned Glen's last few drops. Back on the veranda, we had fish and chips, and got steadily pissed. That first night, Glen slept with Ginge. They had a morning fuck, while I rustled up a cooked breakfast, before heading to the beach. The sun made us horny, so after a couple of hours, we headed back to the car. The carpark had a toilet block, so I popped in. The stalls were covered with sex messages, so I made a mental note, realising that it was a cottage.
When we got back to the complex, a group of four Liverpool FC fans had moved in next to us. Their loud conversation was littered with expletives, though the chavs looked sexy in their shiny red replica kits. They obviously had no underwear. We went inside and were soon at it again, Ginge bouncing on Glen's weapon and sucking me off. After dinner, we sat on the veranda again, before checking out the entertainment. It was OK, the Cockney MC/comedian could get away with crude jokes without any kids around, and there were singers and dancers doing 80s classics. Around 10.00, we headed back to the van. Two of the Scousers were pissing against their van. I wolf-whistled, but rather than putting their dicks away, they turned around and pissed towards us. One of them shouted "Wanna suck it?" Glen went inside, but Ginge and I duly obliged. "It'll have to be quick, the others will be back soon". In their van, Ginge and I knelt and did the business, making sure we didn't spill any cum on the floor. "You all gay?", "Well, we are, but our mate's bi", I answered honestly. "we're straight, but a mouth is a mouth". "Well, a hole's a hole", I retorted, before scampering back. Glen was playing with himself, so we joined in and had a circle jerk. A few days drifted by. Sunbathe, eat, drink, have sex. Perfect.
One evening, we were watching the show, with the Liverpudlians on the next table. One of them leaned over and said, "Wanna be fucked by us?", Glen tops (though I fucked him once), so he declined, but Ginge and I went with them. "As you said, a hole is a hole, no kissing, we ain't poofs". Ginge went into one bedroom, while I took on the other two. We stripped. They were as fit as fuck. I sucked and kissed their nipples, then worked my way down to their straining dicks. I could hear Ginge moaning loudly. They bent me over the bed, spat on their cocks, and took it in turns to mount me. "Wow! This is amazing", they conceded. By now, Ginge was screaming, obviously getting a good seeing to. They swapped about for ages. I think they actually kissed each other. Ginge and the others finished and came to watch. They told me to turn around, and fired cum over my face. Then they told Ginge and me to beat off, which didn't take very long. "If we don't have any luck with the girls, we may need your services again". We nipped back to our caravan, not bothering to dress. Glen demanded a BJ, which Ginge happily did.
We needed more supplies one day, so after breakfast, I left them shagging and went to town. Parking near the beach, I couldn't resist checking out the cottage. Sure enough, an older guy was at the middle urinal, masturbating. I casually helped myself. "Can I fuck you?", he asked, so we went into a cubicle. He pulled my pants down, ate my ass, and shoved it in. He came very quickly, leaving me to sit on the bog and jerk off.
The week flew by, I'd never had so much cum in me, and it would certainly be worth repeating.
A few months later, Ginge and I married. Glen was our best man, and came on honeymoon with us.
The end. I hope you had a good wank over my story. If you enjoyed it, please comment.
