Date: Tue, 24 Feb 2015 15:13:43 +0000
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tag Along Boy

Tag Along Boy

The following story is an erotic fantasy about consensual sex between boys,
in some cases rather rough. If this is not your thing or you're not of
legal age, don't read it, go somewhere else.  However, if you're legal and
like gay muscles and domination, read it and enjoy it.



Chapter One



"You want to get your clothes wet, pup?" he asked, his hand on his still
hard prick as he stood up next to my lounger.  Obviously he wasn't asking,
but just letting me know what was coming.

"Ahhh, no, ahhh, what?" I sputtered, as I looked up at him.  It took me a
couple seconds to realize what he meant, but when I saw that look in his
eyes and that smirk on his face, I knew

I knew what that look in his eyes meant but before I could even move,
before I had a chance to react, the first stream of his piss hit me in the
chest.  By then it was too late to do anything about my clothes, so I just
relaxed as the warm piss soak my shirt and then move up to my face.

Rick aimed his stream down my body to my crotch, soaking my shorts, letting
me feel the warm wetness seep in, and them back up to my face again as I
lay flat on my back accepting his gift.

His gift?  Yeah, his gift.  I mean it.  I love it.  I love anything from
Rick.

Come on now.  Don't think that way.  I'm not crazy.  You've just got to
know about Rick and me.  So, before we really get into this, I gotta tell
you about us.  Me and Rick.  Here's the story.

We met when my mom was cleaning house for his mom.  It didn't last very
long because his mom is a bitch, but for some reason Rick took me under his
wing and I've been tagging along after him ever since.  Rick was older than
me, better looking than me, bigger than me, much more muscular than me,
smarter than me, more popular than me, and, well, you get the idea.

The truth is, I love Rick.  Or maybe that should be: `I adore him.'  Is
that the word?  Maybe.  Perhaps `revere' or `venerate' might describe it.
Actually, I think `I idolize him' is better.  Yeah, I think that's the
word: Idolize.  He's my Idol.  Rick calls it `puppy love,' so does that
make me his puppy?  As a matter of fact, I suppose it does to some extent,
but that's okay; I'll be Rick's puppy anytime.  Besides, he calls me his
pup sometimes and I love it when he does.  I'd do anything for Rick.  Hell,
I'd jump off a bridge if he asked me to.

Why, you ask?  Why would I love him with such passion?  Simple answer:
Rick's a god.  In every way possible for a human being to be a god, Rick is
a god.

His face is pure magic.  Just walking down the street, he draws everybody's
eyes.  He is strikingly handsome.  And his body!  He works out like a fiend
to build his muscles although he was naturally husky to begin with, so his
build is somewhere between excellence and perfection; somewhere between
Adonis and Hercules; and he's only seventeen.  His muscular definition is
absolutely beyond belief.  Absolutely dazzling.

And I'm a wimp.  Yeah, I can say that about myself.  Well, maybe, kinda
wimpish anyway.  At least I am compared to Rick.  Oh yeah, I work out.  I
work out with Rick, and you better believe that I've got a better body than
most any other fourteen year old at my school.  And I've had people tell me
I'm kind of attractive; my mom does all the time.  I don't owe my good
looks to Rick, but I sure owe him my body.  He's the one that got me
working out and building my muscles and driving me like crazy to excel.  I
owe him.

So, maybe I'm not a wimp.  I'm built and good looking, but when I'm with
Rick how can I not compare myself with him?  Rick is perfection and I'm the
low-life admirer of that perfection. Rick draws attention from people like
honey drawing flies and they don't even notice that I'm even there.
Honestly, I don't have a self-esteem problem; I just have a hero worship
problem.  Of course that's not really a problem, that's an asset.  I'm just
thrilled that I'm attractive enough that Rick likes to have me around.

Rick is not only perfect on the outside, he's perfect on the inside as
well.  He has a sparkling personality so he's one of the most popular guys
at our school.  People are drawn to him and automatically like him.  And
that's what I find so amazing.  Even as prevailing as he is, he still likes
having me around.  Yes, I tag after him like a little puppy, but he likes
it; he wants me with him all the time.  Why he would have given me a second
look in the first place, is beyond me, but he likes me.  No question about
it, he really likes me.  And I can't really describe how wonderful it is
for me to be allowed to hang around with him.

Of course, in some ways, he keeps me around as his own personal admiration
society, and you can believe that I feed his ego with superlatives about
his magnificence all the time, but I only tell the truth as I see it.  Does
that sound corny?  Of course it does, but I did say he was a god, didn't I?
Of course I feed his vanity.  Why would I not?  I'd do anything for him to
be allowed to be with him.  But he gives me a lot of attention.  He says
I'm his best friend, and he includes me in everything he does.  I'm always
with him.  Always.  Yeah, like almost every minute of the day.

What more could a guy like me ask for?  Rick is my god and I'd do anything
for him.

So Rick pisses on me?  Yes.  And that's so cool.  He only did it once
before, but there was no question he liked doing it and that alone made it
okay with me.  If he likes it, I like it.  If he likes it, I love it.  But,
besides that, it lets me know that he's still happy with me, he appreciates
me because he's giving me attention.  I'm thrilled that it turns him on to
piss on me, and I let him know it, because it shows my deference and my
devotion to him.

"Thank you, Rick, you son-of-a-bitch" I giggled as he grinned down at me
and aimed his stream up and down my body.

Yeah, so he was pissing on me after his blowjob.  Yeah, I'd just given him
a blowjob.  But let me back up just a little and tell you about this
particular Saturday.  I told you he only pissed on me once before, but that
Saturday started out just like any other Saturday.  Here's how it went.

We worked out at the city gym, `Men's Fitness' that morning.  We work out
in the school weight room during the week, but at `Fitness' over the
weekend.  This morning there was some guy there, late teens or early
twenty's that caught Rick's interest while we were blasting arms and
shoulders.  Actually, I guess it was the other way around since the guy
couldn't keep his eyes off of Rick.  So when we finished and were ready to
head to the showers Rick gave the guy a nod, and he came over.  When Rick
is pumped after a workout and dressed only in snug shorts and shoes, his
muscles glistening with sweat and with that glorious smile of his,
everybody is pretty much overwhelmed and easy prey for anything Rick may
have in mind, and this guy was no different.  He actually stuttered as Rick
took his hand.

"i-I-I'm ...  I'm S-S-Steve.  I'm ahh.  I'm Steve" he said as Rick smiled
and shook his hand.

"Glad to meet you, Steve" Rick said.  "I'm Rick."  When he quit shaking
they guy's hand, he still held on to it, and slowly pulled it into his
crotch.

"Ahhh ... hi, ahhh ... hi, Rick" the guy said as Rick looked into his eyes.
Letting go of the guy's hand, Rick put a finger into the waistband of the
guy's shorts and pulled, forcing him to step closer.  Then he casually
reached behind the guy and grabbed his ass.  Yeah, this is true.  I was
watching.

Can anybody be any more brazen than that?  Probably not, but Rick is a god.
Rick can do anything, and it's hard to believe that he can get away with
some of the most blatant actions or comments just because he is so bold and
challenging, and so incredibly good looking.

"We're heading for the showers, Steve" Rick chuckled.  "Want to come
along?"  He still had his hand on the guy's ass as he said this.

Without waiting for an answer, Rick put his arm around the guy's shoulders
and led him towards the locker room.  Luckily, there was nobody there, but
I doubt that it would have made much difference to Rick anyway.  He
immediately pulled off his shoes and half socks, and then his shorts and
jock strap.  His dick was about half hard and hanging down and I saw the
guy gulp.  Who wouldn't, with a dick like that?

"Well, strip" Rick said.  "You can't take a shower with your clothes on."

"Help him, Pup" Rick said to me as Steve just stood there like a deer in
the headlights.  He was standing next to the bench, so I gave him a push
forcing him to set down, then got on my knees and started to remove his
shoes.  Rick came over, straddling me, with his dick a couple inches from
Steve's chin, and grabbing Steve's hair with one hand and his dick with the
other, he started rubbing his growing monster all over his face.

"You want some of this, Steve?" Rick asked rhetorically.  Yeah,
rhetorically.  I knew and Rick knew, and I'm sure Steve knew too, that he
was going to get some of that dick, no matter what.

"P-p-please, Rick" he stuttered.  "I don't ... I don't think ... I ah ..."

"Good" Rick laughed.  "Don't think."  By now I had removed Steve's shoes
and socks, so Rick grabbed him by the front of his t-shirt and literally
dragged him into the shower room.  "Pup" he said as he pulled Steve into a
stall and turned on the water.  Then he snapped his fingers by Steve's butt
letting me know that I was to get him ready.

I'd done this before, getting Rick's tricks ready to get fucked.  I mean,
what was I here for if it wasn't to help him out?  Rick was simply too big
to fuck a guy without some preparation, and why should he have to prepare a
guy when he had me there and I was eager to be able to participate.

Rick pulled Steve's face into one of his bulging pecs.  "Kiss it, baby" he
said softly.  Steve put his arms around him and started kissing that
bulging muscle.

I got on my knees and pulled Steve's shorts and jockey's down.  Spitting
into my fingers I rubbed them against his crack.  I knew Rick was getting
hot and wouldn't want to wait so I had to get Steve ready in a hurry.
Spitting again, I jammed a finger into his butt and wiggled it.  That got a
grunt from him.  Spitting a couple more times, I wiggled the finger again
and then inserted a second finger.  This really got a grunt from him.

"Sniff it" I heard Rick say, and as I glanced up I saw that he had Steve's
face in his armpit.  His very sweaty armpit.  `Yeah, that's it, now lick"
he said as he pushed Steve's face into his pit.  Steve started moaning.

I knew Rick wouldn't wait, so I spat once more, jammed my two fingers into
the tight hole, trying to open it up a little, and then backed off.  Rick
immediately grabbed Steve's shoulders, jerked him around, and pushed him
against the stall wall.  Putting one hand on his neck holding him mashed
against the wall, he grabbed his middle with the other hand and jerked his
ass back.

His ten inch prick was fully hard now as he took aim at the tiny pucker of
Steve's ass.  He pushed, and Steve squealed.

"Shut up, damn it" Rick growled.  "You want the whole world in here?"  I
was still on my knees, only a few feet away, but I wasn't going anywhere.
I loved this.  I loved watching Rick overpower a guy and fuck him.  The
closer I was the better, watching Rick's enormous prick slide in and out of
a tight butt.

Steve was trying to control the noise, probably biting his lip, but could
not complete stop the moaning and whimpering as Rick pushed four or five
inches of his donkey dick into his butt.  Putting his hand around Steve's
middle again, Rick jerked him back against him as he banged his crotch
forward, forcing Steve's ass to swallow several more inches of huge man
meat.

Keeping his hand there, around Steve's middle, Rick now started to pump.
He was still mashing Steve's face against the wall with his hand on his
neck, but now he grabbed his hair, jerked his head back hard, and slammed
his prick into him at the same time.

This got a squeal out of Steve, but all ten inches of Rick's prick were now
jammed up his ass.  I was only inches away and totally mesmerized, so much
so that I leaned in and gave Rick a kiss on his hip.  I just couldn't help
it, he was such a stud.  He didn't say anything so I guess it was okay, so
I did it again, this time on his muscled thigh.  God, I loved him.

"Shithead" he said as he looked down at me, grinned and gave me a light
slap along the side of the head.  I laughed because I knew he appreciated
my worship, and he knew how much I loved watching him fuck someone.  I
kissed him again, on his ass cheek this time.  "Okay, pup, go ahead.  You
can do it" he said to me, which was the sign that I could jerk off while I
watched.  This was sheer bliss, his allowing me to jerk off while I watched
him.  I stepped out of the stall and ripped my wet clothes off as quickly
as I could.

Did I need his permission to jerk off?  Of course I did and he didn't give
it all that much.  Not for one second would I consider jerking off without
his specific permission.  As far as I was concerned, he owned me.  I
belonged to him.  I was his most obedient servant.

I got back into the stall and started jerking my very hard six inch prick
while Rick slammed in and out of Steve's ass.  He still had his hand around
Steve's middle to hold him steady while he banged it to him, and his other
hand occasionally gave Steve's hair a jerk.  The water was spraying down on
all of us, and Steve still had his t-shirt on, and his shorts and underwear
were down around his ankles.

I knew I'd come first because watching Rick fuck someone was just the
hottest thing imaginable and made me almost crazy with lust.  This god,
this superman who had the whole world at his feet, was mine.  I belonged to
him and he belonged to me.  How could I not be hot and ready to spurt?

I started shooting.  I never once looked at my own prick, because my eyes
were glued to Rick's enormous pole driving in and out of Steve's butt.  Ten
full inches of man meat sliding almost all the way out, and then slamming
back in.  I'd seen this many times before and it always enthralled me;
there was nothing hotter than watching Rick's prick pounding in and out of
some hunk's ass.

Steve was grunting each time Rick slammed into him, and yelped each time he
had his hair pulled.  As my ejaculation ended I could tell that Rick was
now getting close.  Grabbing Steve in a bear-hug, Rick bent his knees
slightly and rammed his cudgel up into him, almost lifting Steve right up
off his feet.  Then slamming up into him one final time, he started to
shoot his load.  Steve let out a yell that must have been heard throughout
the gym, and probably the whole neighborhood, as he started to shoot as
well.

Rick was not a screamer but he let out a grunt with each ejaculation: "Ugh,
ugh, ugh, ugh" as he fired over and over into Steve's ass.

-----------------------------------------------

Now, don't get the idea that Rick fucks somebody every time we're at the
gym, it hardly ever happens.  But when a cute guy's available Rick is not
about to pass up the opportunity.

You've also got to understand that one ejaculation was barely a warm up for
Rick.  He had to cum three times a day, or more likely, four or five times.
And I was always there ready and willing to take him anyway I could get
him.  This Saturday was no different from any other.

So after we showered and went back to his house, we skinny dipped in his
backyard pool.  Rick's parents were divorced but his father was loaded and
gave his mom some huge alimony payment, and an enormous child support check
came in every month, so he lived very well.  Even better, his mother was a
socialite and was involved in more events and charities than you could
count, so she was hardly ever there.  A housekeeper came by every afternoon
to clean and cook Rick's dinner, and usually mine too.

My parents didn't mind my being with him all the time.  In fact, they liked
it.  They liked me associating with one of the richest and most prominent
families in town.  Even though my mom didn't work there anymore, she still
respected them; at least she respected their money.

Rick was really smart too; nearly an all `A' student and very popular at
school, so my parents were thrilled that he had remained my friend.  I was
pretty smart too, but not up there in the stratosphere where Rick was.

I guess they hoped that some of his `smarts' or `coolness' would rub off on
me.

After swimming for a while we lay down on the lounge chairs, getting some
sun.  Rick was lying back with his eyes closed, but I was keeping my eye on
him.  I always kept my eye on him in case he needed something, and after
only one fuck so far, I was pretty sure he'd be wanting something from me.
I was always ready, and knowing what was coming now, I was hot to trot.

You may think I was his flunkey, and of course I was.  But Rick was a year
and a half older than me, fifty pounds heavier, all of it muscle, and he
was very popular.  My popularity only came from my relationship with Rick.
I mean, I damn near glowed with pleasure every time Rick looked at me.
Just the fact that he liked me and allowed me to be with him was
overwhelming for me.  Me, a young kid and a nobody, being allowed to hand
around with the most popular guy in school.

When he opened his eyes, he glanced at me and nodded down toward his prick
without saying a word.  This was my invitation and my command.  I hopped
off the lounger and got on my knees next to him.  He spread his legs wide,
actually putting his feet on the ground, leaving access for me to get
between his legs, so I crawled in between them and looked up at him.  He
had closed his eyes but he had a smile on his face, encouraging me and
making it clear that it was okay to go.

Rick was not only wonderful and beautiful, but he had a prick that was a
cocksucker's dream.  And I was one hell of a cocksucker.  I'd been sucking
him almost daily for most of a year now, and I was damn good at it.  I knew
exactly what turns him on, and how to make him hot.  I knew how to build
him up fast or to build him up slow, and I recognized his moods and knew
what he wanted, sometimes even before he did.  Rick was my lord and master
except when he just lay back and I had his dick in my mouth.  Then I was in
charge.

Actually, there's no doubt that a good part of the reason he kept me around
was because of my great blowjobs.  He'd always said that nobody sucked him
like I did.  Let me tell you, I put my heart and soul into doing him,
determined each and every time to give him the greatest, most spectacular
ejaculation he'd ever had.  I knew how to bring him off like nobody else.

Like now for instance, he's already had a fuck at the gym, so I knew he'd
want a slow drawn out blowjob.  Since we were just relaxing in the back
yard anyway, I knew he'd want an easy going, intensely pleasurable suck,
getting him right up to the edge and just holding him there, like, forever.
Rick loved it when I not only sucked his cock, but actually made love to
it, rubbing it against my face; licking it and kissing it, deep throating
and holding it, blowing him like only I knew how to blow him.  This was my
favorite activity and I would spend all day worshiping his cock if he'd let
me.

Lying down flat between his legs and looking up at him, I started lapping
and slurping at his balls.  I did this for a bit getting them good and wet,
and then started rubbing my nose and face against them as I blew air into
his ass crack, showing my deference to him.  He didn't move or react, so he
was leaving the decisions of how to suck him up to me this time.  He and
his cock were all mine.

Bracing myself with my hands on his muscular thighs, I raised my head,
still looking up at him to see his reaction, I licked up and down his
almost fully hard prick a few times.  Then I got my lips around that
enormous dick, and swallowed it.  Yeah, the whole thing.  I told you I was
good.  I'd trained myself to take all ten inches of him deep into my throat
so my lips were pressed tight against his crotch, and I could hold him
there; for maybe a full minute or so.

Then I backed off with just the head in my mouth and started playing with
it, fluttering my tongue against the tip.  Rick tended to be sensitive on
the tip of his prick, so sometimes this was torture for him; delectable,
exquisite, torture.  Keeping the head in my mouth I stuck my tongue into
the slit over and over as I stared up at his glorious abs and chest to his
beautiful face.

There was no reaction from him except for maybe the faintest of smiles, but
I had no doubt he was enjoying it.  Pulling off his prick, I started
licking and kissing up and down its ten inch length again.  I knew what I
was doing; Rick loved hearing loud smacking kisses and slurping sounds
while I licked and sucked him; it showed my true devotion to him and to his
prick.

Keeping my eyes on him, I scooted back down and started sucking on his
balls again, waiting for a sign from him.  Yeah, waiting for a sign.  I
hoped he'd let me lick his ass.  I loved showing him the true fervor of my
devotion by licking his ass.

And I got it.  I got the sign.  He raised his legs from each side of the
lounger and draped them over my shoulders.  This was my sign, my green
light.  Putting my hands under his muscled thighs I raised them slightly,
lifting his ass, and then stuck my nose in. One of Rick's favorite
diversions was getting his ass licked, so it was my favorite diversion as
well.

Rick braced his feet, holding his ass up, as I crammed my nose in even
tighter and started licking.  Rick moaned and I went crazy with desire and
pleasure; desire to please him, desire to show him my dedication to him.
Pushing harder on his thighs, giving me better access, I crammed my nose
and mouth into his hot muscled ass.  Using a very wet tongue, I lovingly
licked up and down his crack.  Jamming my face in tight, hardly able to
breath, I licked up and down and up and down.

Knowing how much Rick loved this, I could go on worshiping his ass for
hours.  Anything to give my lover the pleasure he deserved.  As I licked
and sucked his ass crack, I occasionally backed off and kissed the hard
muscled globes, before going back into the crack.

This was all a lead in to fucking him of course.  I always gave him a big
build up, like now, over fifteen minutes of ass worship.  Rick was now
holding his ass up for me, so I let go of his thighs, grabbed his ass
cheeks and pulled them apart to give me total access.

Pressing my face in tight, I pushed my tongue into his hole; and I fucked
him.  Keeping my tongue rigid and sticking out as far as it would go, I
started banging my face back and forth into his crack.  I knew this was
Rick's favorite activity so I knew I'd be at it for a while.  Licking
someone's ass is something, but tongue fucking is a different matter
altogether.  Rick said that having my tongue up his ass was like getting
fucked but still remaining on top, and as you have to know, Rick is always
on top.  Rick says there is nothing he likes better for me to show my love
and devotion for him than fucking him with my tongue.

So I kept at it until he finally stopped me which was almost five minutes.
He let has ass sink back down on the lounger, pushing my head back.

"Way to go, pup" he said, grinning down at me, and I felt a warm glow of
pleasure.  Jesus, I loved having him smile at me.  I so much loved giving
him pleasure.  You have no idea what a charge I get from his smile of
appreciation.  Even after almost a year of blowing him and worshiping him,
I still get chills up and down my spine when he groans in pleasure or
smiles at me in approval.  "Now get it done.  We've got things to do."  So
much for a drawn out hour long blow job.  He wanted a quickie

So I grabbed hold of his very hard pole and bent it down to my lips.  Then,
very slowly, just to show Rick I was willing to do it, I forced it back
into my throat all the way and just held it there for maybe twenty seconds.
Then, pulling back with only five or six inches in my mouth I started
sucking.  Sucking him like only I know how to suck him.

Rick, however, had other ideas and after only a few seconds of sucking him
he stood up with his legs on either side of the lounger and I was forced to
get up on my knees in order to keep his prick in my mouth.  Then I felt him
grab two handfuls of my hair, so I knew he was going to take charge.  He
was obviously very hot and was not willing to wait for one of my super
blowjobs, but was going to fuck my face.

Holding my hair tight, he jammed his prick in almost all the way and
moaned.  "Oh shit, pup.  You got a throat just made for my prick."  Then he
pulled back, and just standing still, he started pulling my head back and
forth in a nice even rhythm, forcing about six inches in and out of my
mouth.

I ended up with a sore throat sometimes from sucking him, but when he
fucked my face I could almost bet on being sore, because when he got hot
and really got into the fuck, he wasn't very patient.  I tried to look up
at him as he fucked my face, as he pulled me back and forth, and I could
see that his eyes were closed and his lips were pursed.  I think he was
close already.

Then he started to speed up.  This is where I said he wasn't very patient.
Once the heat began to build up in his balls, Rick had little awareness of
anything except his coming ejaculation.  Still standing completely still,
Rick continued yanking my head back and forth on his throbbing monster,
getting faster and faster.

Then he actually got into a frenzy of fucking, jerking my whole upper body
back and forth like a rag doll, and I loved it.  Yeah, I loved it.  My
ultimate in acceptance from Rick was when he was out of control and in his
crazed domination mode, and although I may have occasionally ended up with
a bruise or two, wow, it was a bruise to be cherished as a gift from my own
personal god.

Really jerking my hair he dragged my head back off of his dick, and as I
watched, his enormous dick pulsed once, and then twice, and then three
times, finally firing an enormous wad of cum which hit me right in the
forehead.  Then another pulse and his second shot went clear over my head.
I had to close my eyes just in case as the throbbing dick fired over and
over into my face.  Rick sometimes let me swallow his cum and other times
let me have it in my face, but I loved it either way.  Being allowed to
bring him off was such an honor and a privilege that I was always thrilled
no matter how he released his load.

"Oh, shit.  You are so good, pup" he said as I opened my eyes and looked up
at him.  "Your mouth is like heaven for my prick."  Bending down he gave me
a grin and a kiss on the forehead.  Then, scooping up some of his cum from
my face, he started feeding it to me.  I lovingly licked it off of his
fingers.

We were both panting from exertion as he rubbed his hand over my face
smearing the last remnants of his cum all over me.  "Go ahead, pup.  Bring
on the gusher" he chuckled as he lay back down on his lounger.  My own
prick had been throbbing and right on the edge ever since Rick was in the
final throes of his ejaculation, so it was only fifteen or twenty seconds
before I was shooting out onto the lawn.

And did I ever shoot.  When Rick gets me hot, really hot, I really do shoot
a gusher.  And I'm a screamer too.  "Yeeeaaaoooh" I howled as I fired a
good foot or two into the air, followed up by major shots out onto the
grass.  "Ohhh, Rick, Rick, Rick" I yelled as I fired shot after shot after
shot.  "Oh, shit, Rick.  That was fabulous" I said finally as I tried to
get my breath back.

Rick smiled at me, blew me a kiss and then closed his eyes, beginning to
soak up the sun again.  As I began to recover I finally crawled over to the
other lounger.  I didn't want to take the chance of getting a sun burn, so
I put my T and my shorts back on, and lay back.

It ain't over yet.  If you remember, this is where I told you Rick got up
and came over to me.

I had my eyes closed so I didn't know he had even gotten up when he spoke.
"You want to get your clothes wet, pup?" he asked.

"Ahhh, no, ahhh what?" I sputtered, but without giving me any time to react
he started pissing on me.

His gift to me. Taking pleasure from using me.  Indulging me with a show of
affection and perhaps marking me with his ownership of my body.

 I loved him so much.  And nothing gave me more pleasure than giving him
pleasure, or in this case, allowing him to take his pleasure from me.  It's
true, it's true, it's true.  I loved him so much it almost hurt sometimes.

Rick continues to piss, on and on and on, emptying his bladder and soaking
me from head to toe.  That smirk does not leave his face and I cannot help
but to smile up at him.  I revel in the pleasure of receiving Rick's
attention and his piss.  Being allowed to serve Rick is a pleasure beyond
description.

"Okay, pup, into the pool" he said as he laughed at my bedraggled
condition.  I laughed along with him as I followed him and jumped in.  I
didn't bother to strip because my clothes were wet from his piss anyway.

We swam and Rick wrestled with me, pulling my clothes off, and allowing me
kiss and worship his muscles.  God, I loved him.

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