“Meet me by Mannequin Pis”, he said.
Well, that seemed appropriate given our mutual interest in water sports. I was visiting Brussels for several days on a European holiday and happened to log into the Recon app. I never expected to actually meet anyone, I was casually browsing just to kill some time while taking a morning coffee nearby the city square.
I clicked on a profile that piqued my interest. The dark bearded face in his main page, Florent, I’d learn soon enough. 6’3”, 32 years old, US equivalent of 215 pounds. He was a big boy, hairy chest with large feet and hands. I assumed he’d be well hung, too, if the proportions were foretelling. He looked Persian, and that was quite likely given the city’s diverse population.
About two minutes after I’d moved on to another profile, I was “cruised” by him. Well, that was interesting. I cruised him back, and in almost perfect English, we began a polite chat that devolved quickly to the purpose of our sexual desires and interests, assessing if we were truly interested in more than casual banter.
Once that hurdle was crossed, Florent was very direct and informed me that he was looking for a piss and cum bucket. His husband was sleeping, but they were open as long as he didn’t bring anyone home, he was down to meet. He liked American men especially the ones that were able to host in nearby hotel rooms.
I should point out, my guess is Florent was using a translating app as many of his word choices were odd, but I gave him credit for trying.
I was obviously interested, but Florent came across quite aggressive and I surmised a “bad boy” vibe, again, maybe Google Translate was not helping here. I was not willing to invite him so quickly to my hotel room. I needed to meet him first, just to be sure Florent was for real.
He said he understood my apprehension, and agreed to meet in a public space. This made me slightly more comfortable.
That’s when he suggested the intersection where the famous statue resides, approximately 500 meters from my hotel. I guess meeting nearby an internationally famous urinating boy statue was as good a place as any to set the tone for piss play. It made perfect sense.
As it were, it was early enough in the morning on a Saturday where it wasn’t crowded yet. In fact it was eerily quiet. I arrived a few minutes before our agreed time, and sure enough, a couple of minutes later, there he was, even better looking in person. Wearing a fitted black v-neck that hugged his torso perfectly, the short sleeves struggled and stretched around his pumped biceps. Jeans and white tennis shoes completed the look. His dark hair looked wet as if he just showered.
As he approached me, a shit-eating grin formed on his face. He lit a cigarette and blew the smoke almost in my direction and didn’t even say a word, sort of waiting for me to engage him.
“Bon jour”, I said softly, definitely a bit nervous, catching a whiff of his cologne.
“Good morning”, he said back with French flair. Taking another puff and then exhaling.
“Are you good?”, I asked, not getting a good read on his stoic face.
“Yes, and you?”
“Oui”, I said, causing Florent to laugh, barely cracking his rough exterior.
“We go?”, again, getting straight to the point, and without the assistance of any app to communicate.
“Ok”, I said.
Florent walked next to me, just slightly behind to my right, I felt like he was sizing me up, checking me out. I kind of liked it, it was as if he was protecting me from other potential suitors, making sure I was going to follow through with him.
We walked into the lobby, past the front desk to the elevators. The young man that checked me in saw Florent behind me and gave me a knowing wink. He probably saw this sort of thing all the time so he didn’t give it a second thought.
Once the elevator door closed on our short journey up to the seventh, top executive suite floor, Florent pushed me against the back of elevator and kissed me. His thick beard felt so rough against my smooth skin and his large tongue entered my mouth. It lasted all of five seconds at most, it was unexpected and very hot, and enough for me to know there wouldn’t be much small talk, if any.
My room was in the back corner of the floor, a suite, sitting area downstairs along with a minibar and up the spiral staircase was where the bed and toilet were located. I closed and locked the room door behind me and Florent was quick to take his shirt off.
A large lion head tattoo on his pec was barely visible through the dark curls on his chest, trailing down to his stomach and fanning out over his stomach, surrounding his belly button. More thick dark patches covered his pits. Nice, big, grapefruit sized biceps, more tattoos covered them. This guy was oozing “man”, and it seemed unlikely I’d ever meet someone like him, let alone take him back to my hotel room, yet here we were.
Florent took several steps closer to me and stopped a foot from my face.
“We go up?”, more like a demand than a question.
“Ok”, my mouth was getting dry now. I hadn’t done anything like this in a long while.
Florent followed me up the staircase to the landing. I took off my shoes and put them to the side of the bed.
Florent nodded his head toward the toilet.
“Now”, he was ready.
He then pushed off his shoes and pulled off his jeans. Black boxer briefs that struggled to contain his semi-hard nine inches was evident.
“Clothes off now, pédé”, he commanded. His English was not fluent, but good enough to understand where things were going, and I’d been called a faggot in other languages, too, and was not at all offended.
I stripped quickly, completely naked while Florent stared, his eyes seemed not to blink, like he saw right through me, or maybe it was that he did see me for exactly who I was in the moment…a submissive piss drinker and cum guzzling faggot.
Florent’s hands grabbed my shoulders and he shuffled me towards the shower stall. I climbed into the tub and knelt.
This was the moment of truth. Florent had me quite vulnerable, if he was going to rob me or harm me, I would have been defenseless.
But that’s not what happened. Florent stepped out of his boxers briefs and dangling between his legs was some of the largest dick meat I’d ever laid eyes on. Plump, long, uncut, it looked heavy, big, massive balls, no shaven or trimmed pubes on this man. He was proud of what god blessed him with, no need to anger a thing.
Florent’s right hand met his cock and he aimed it right at my face. His eyes closed, his head lifted towards the ceiling, and then a sigh…seconds later a heavy, strong stream of golden delight brushed against my cheek, Florent’s complete attention on me now, I quickly adjusted so it was now landing on my tongue. That tangy taste woke my own cock up, and I was about to touch it, but Florent had other ideas. His flow was now washing over me from head to toe, pooling at my feet.
“Ouvre ta bouche, pédé”, he ordered.
I knew a little French myself so I opened and Florent placed his pissing cock right in my mouth and his never ending river of yellow excrement continued. I gulped in intervals, collecting mouthfuls and swallowing, my mouth’s taste buds appreciating the intensity of his sour juice. My eyes rolled in the back of my head and my cock was now throbbing.
Florent pulled out and once again showered me from head to toe. My fingers rubbed his piss all over my body, it felt so warm and velvety. Florent finished just like our Mannequin Pis, aiming in my open mouth. When the continuous flow ceased, Florent sprayed little streams on my chest, and again I was rubbing it into my smooth skin. With his bladder just about empty, he wiped his cock all over my face.
“Ouvre”
I tasted a faint amount of urine. Florent gripped the back of my head with one of his large hands and pushed me downward. I could feel his cock getting stiffer, and elongating. I had to tap out, my hand slapped his thigh.
Florent let go so I could breathe. I was impressed with what my eyes were seeing. I’d never seen a foot long cock before, and this had to be close. It looked angry, his foreskin pulled tightly back exposing a flared, purple head. A couple of strong, pronounced veins, that fed blood into this raging boner. I was salivating.
Both my hands gripped his cock and my mouth covered the head. I swirled my tongue over it, between the skin, moaning over this phenomenal specimen. I was in cock lust heaven!
After a few minutes, Florent knocked my hands away and I was successfully swallowing eight or nine of his inches, my jaw was aching. Florent became aggressive, skull fucking my throat as deep as it would go. This went on for many minutes. The sounds coming from my throat were gross, phlegm, throat goo, dripping everywhere. It was so messy and sloppy, and I loved it.
Florent pulled his cock from my face and he started jerking it over my outstretched tongue, growling and grunting.
The moment before his climax his free hand pushed my lips over his cock and he beat his load right into my suctioning mouth. Powerful gushes of thick, strong tasting cum filled me, six or seven before he let go. My hand took over, continuing to pump and squeeze, attempting to drain his balls completely.
Once I’d done my job, Florent’s cock became too sensitive, so he pulled his anaconda away from me.
“Merci”, he said. “Wow”.
Florent bent down to retrieve his underwear. He wiped his cock off with them and draped them over my head.
“Tomorrow encore?”
“Oui”, I said, surprised he wanted another round with me.
“Maybe I fuck you, au revoir”
Then I heard him leave the toilet, walk downstairs, and not a minute later the door closed.
I was still on my knees, in the tub, my toes still entrenched in cooling piss, with Florent’s souvenir dangling in my head. My hand pushed the fabric into my nose. My cock throbbed even harder. My body wreaked of urine which was now drying.
Then, I collected the remaining piss in the tub with his briefs and squeezed it over my open mouth. Once I’d gotten every last drop, I shoved it inside and started jerking my cock. Within minutes I experienced one of the most intense orgasms of my adult life. My cum was shooting out of me like a fire hose, spraying the tub everywhere.
I was out of breath in disbelief that I was still capable of cumming so hard.
After coming down I realized I needed to wipe the tub down before the housekeeper came. So I worked quickly to rid of any evidence in the tub and I stuffed Florent’s wet underwear into a plastic bag and hid it out of sight.
Reluctantly, I showered and sprayed the room with lots of cologne to disguise the still present urine stench. It actually smelled like a rest stop toilet in there.
I dressed and went down into the square for a coffee and croissant.
I was so glad I decided to log into Recon that morning. One never knows what could happen if one doesn’t take a chance.
Then I remembered, Florent wanted to fuck me the very next day…could I actually take that massive meat? I couldn’t wait to find out!
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