Date: Fri, 21 Feb 2003 22:12:35 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: DAD'S BOOTY CALL - ALAN

Disclaimer: This is just a story. Never happened or, if it did, I don't
know about it. If you don't like sex between males - piss off! If you live
somewhere where it is illegal to read this - fuckin' move!

From a suggestion by Chipster! Chipster - this one's for you!

DAD'S BOOTY CALL - ALAN
RimPig (c) 2003

Hey there, Dudes!

It's me, Boy-slut Brian! Last time, I told you the story of how, when I
turned 18, I got into hustling and how my Dad ended up calling me for my
"professional services". As you know already, Dad was really shocked to
find out the stud he called to service his needs, who he thought was named
Rick (my 'professional name') was, in reality, his own ever-lovin' baby
boy, Brian! You also know that Dad talked me out of continuing in that
business by giving me what I really wanted - access to his bed anytime I
wanted it. But I thought that some of you horndogs out there would like to
know some of the experiences that I had while still being a "working boy"
and so, from time to time, I'm gonna tell you about some of my "clients"
and the experiences that I had with them.

This first story is not about the first guy that I had as a client, but he
came along very early in my "career". He introduced me to a whole new kink
in sex that I will be forever grateful for. So, sit back, take your clothes
off, grab some lube and enjoy!

Brian/Rick


I'd been having sex with guys for money for about two weeks at the time. I
had figured out when I was 17 that with my build (High School
Wrestling/Football Jock) and my looks (6 foot tall, blond hair and blue
eyes, as one client put it - "A walking, talking wet-dream!") that I could
make some money off guys who would actually pay to get a taste of my eight
inch long and very thick man-meat or my muscular bubble butt. Actually, I'd
started having sex with older guys when I was about 16. Most of them were
in their 20's and 30's but a few, were in their 40's and some were actually
the father's of some of my team-mates. I really liked them because, unlike
so many of the guy's my age, they were really good at gettin' another guy
off and since I was horny 24/7, I loved havin' them get me off! It was
actually one of these guys who first put the idea in my head of becoming a
hustler. I didn't know guy's made money from sex, then. I just thought
women did.  I decided to wait until I was 18 though, so that I could open
my own bank account and get my own cell phone and beeper that my Dad
wouldn't know about.

On the morning of my 18th birthday, I drove to a bank near the house. It
was a different bank than the one that Dad or his construction company
banked at and opened an account in my name. Then I went to an electronics
store and bought a new cell phone and beeper which I put into the name I
had chosen to use with my clients - Rick Bond. (Ok, so I've had this thing
for James Bond since I was a little kid! I was, after all, 'under-cover'!)
I then went to the offices of this gay rag that I'd found out about. It was
this little throw-away magazine that was filled with ads from all the gay
bars in town (Fuck! There were a lot more of them than I ever figured there
would be) and had ads in the back for all kinds of stuff but also ads for
guys who were willing to do all kinds of stuff for money if you believed
their ads. I put a simple ad in and they told me it would run in the next
issue which was coming out in 3 days. I paid to run the ad weekly for two
months, figuring I'd see how it went after that. I never renewed the ad. I
never needed to. By the time it had run it's limit, I already had enough
repeat and referral business to keep me in coin and keep my balls nicely
drained.

I seem to remember that it was like the second week that the ad ran that I
got a call from a guy who called himself Alan. Now, of course, I have no
idea if that's the dude's real name or not.  After all, I wasn't usin' my
real name in all this and I figured that most of my 'clients' weren't
either. So anyway, I get this dude's beep on my 'client' beeper and call
him back.

"Hello" a nice deep voice answered.

"Hey, Dude! This is Rick, you beeped?" I said.

"Ah...yes. I saw your ad. Are you perhaps free tomorrow night?" he asked.

"Right now, I have nothin' booked for tomorrow night. How much time you
lookin' for?" I asked.

"Well, I figured a couple of hours." he said.

"The rate is $250 an hour. That ok with you." I asked.

I figured it was best to get this out of the way first. That way I wasn't
wastin' my time with somebody who couldn't afford my prices.

"Not a problem. If you're half of what I think you are, you're worth it!"
he agreed.

"Yeah, well, I can guarantee that! So whatcha lookin' to get into?" I
asked.

"Well...I'm somewhat versatile. I like to suck cock as well as get
sucked. I love to eat and fuck ass but I don't get fucked." he explained.

"That's cool. I love to fuck but I also love a dude's cock up my butt so,
no problem! Is that it?" I said, figuring this was just going to be a
regular 'vanilla' encounter until he spoke again.

"Well, actually, no. There are some other things that I'm into." he said,
kind of shy like.

"Like what?" I asked, curious now.

While I was into sex, I was not into anything that had to do with Leather,
Bondage or any S/M stuff. First of all, I am not into pain in any way,
shape or form. I don't want to inflict it on somebody and I sure as fuck
don't want anybody hurtin' me! I'd had some calls from some of those guys
and, while they offered big money, I'd turned them down flat.

"Well...first of all, do you think it would be a problem for you to
say...not take a shower for the day before we meet?" he asked tentatively.

I had to grin at this. I love the scent of a sweaty guy! I really get into
the funk in their pits, crotch and ass! So I knew just where this guy was
comin' from!

"Sure! No problem at all. And I don't wear cologne or deodorant -
ever. I've got this jock that I used to wrestle and play football in that
has never been washed. Want me to bring that along as well?" I asked.

"Fuck! Yes!!!" he practically shouted.

I grinned to myself. Yeah, I'd already found out by that time what would
get some of these guys off. Fuck, as far as that goes, it's just what
fuckin' get's me off!

"Anything else? I mean I want this to be right for you, dude." I said.

"Well, there is one other thing...have you ever gotten into watersports?"
he asked.

"You mean like surfin'?" I asked, completely mystified.

I started thinkin' that maybe he wanted me to dress up like a surfer to
fulfill some fantasy he had.  I started to mentally inventory my wardrobe
to see if I had the right kind of thing to do that.

"No, not that kind of watersports. Have you ever heard of a "Golden
Shower"?" he said softly.

"A golden sh...Oh! You mean piss!" I asked, finally getting a clue of what
he was hintin' at.

"Yes, exactly. Piss." he said.

"I ain't ever done that. I mean, I'm not opposed to it, I just have never
had anybody ask for it before. Like, what would I have to do?" I asked.

"Well, mostly it would mean drinking a lot of water tomorrow so that your
bladder is really full and then I would want you to piss on me and perhaps
feed me your piss. I'd also want to piss on you." he said.

"Well...I don't know..? Ahh...what the fuck! Ok, I can do that. If I don't
like it though, we stop.  Okay?" I said.

"Of course! I'm not into forcing you into doing something you don't want to
do but you might find it very exciting. You never know." he said.

"Yeah." I said, chuckling to myself. "I might at that! By the way, dude,
what should I call ya?"

"You can call me Alan." he said.

We set things up so that I would be at his house the following night at
eight. He gave me the address of a very wealthy section of town so I knew
he was good for the $500 he was gonna give me. It was certainly no problem
for me to go without a shower since I often went without one, lovin' the
scent of my own body the way I do. I went to the store about bought 20
bottles of water and started drinkin' them before my morning workout. I
just did a light workout at the gym that my Dad and I belonged to because I
planned to come back later and work out heavier right before I went to see
Alan. That way, my muscles would be nice and pumped and I would be nicely
ripe and sweaty for him. If this dude got off on man-scent than I was gonna
be a fuckin' 'wet-dream' for him.

I guess the hardest part about havin' sex as your profession is that you
can't always have sex when you want it. Like, right after I work out, I get
fuckin' hornier than hell but because I knew I wanted to unload 'big'
tonight with Alan, I couldn't do anything about my hard fuckin' dick but
ignore it. Now, I gotta tell ya, my dick is not used to being ignored and
doesn't like it one damned bit! It kept gettin' hard all day in revenge for
me not either having pounded off a load in ths steam room or, what was more
likely, shoving it up some dude's hungry ass or down some dude's willing
throat in the hot, misty darkness. There was almost always some willing
receptacle for my cum in there. Oh, not that this was a 'gay' gym or
nothin'! Fuck, no! But there were an awful lot of guys who think that
they're straight until they get a load of my muscular, jock body and my
thick, uncut eight inches and then, all of a sudden, they decide that they
really need to try suckin' on another dude's cock or seein' what it feels
like to have somethin' as big as mine shoved up their shitter. And the
funny thing about that is, for dudes that have "never done this before!",
their warm, wet throats and their hot fuckin' shit-chutes sure take my cock
real easy!

I went back to the gym for my full workout about 5:30 p.m. The gym was
crowded with lots of guys who had gotten off work. Normally, since I don't
work a '9-5' gig, I avoid this time of day like the plague. But I figured,
even with the crowd, I'd have enough time to work out and get to Alan's by
8:00 p.m. I had been guzzling water all day, just like Alan told me and
pissin' like a fuckin' race horse. I only hoped that I would have enough
left to satisfy him so I started holdin' back each time until I had a real
bladder full before lettin' go of it. While workin' out, I guzzled two
bottles to replace what I was sweatin' out and I really felt the urge to go
half-way through my workout. I headed to the locker room where the urinals
and toilets were and stood at the middle of the three urinal's hanging from
the wall there. I liked these kind of 'bowl' urinals because you could see
a dude's dick real clear. There was no place to hide it and there were no
'privacy partitions' between the urinals. I liked to take the middle one
because then, if I got lucky, I could see two hot dicks or have two hot
guys lookin' at mine.

This was one of my lucky days. I no more stood in front of the urinal and
pulled down my work- out shorts and jock, than two really hot dudes took a
place on either side of me. If I didn't know better, it was almost like
they had been waitin' for me to come piss. They both whipped out
respectable pieces of man-meat and I had great 'eye-candy' as I let loose
of my hot piss-load.

The first guy I had seen around the gym a lot and had even seen his dick a
number of times. He was in his late 20's, and taller than me - probably
around 6'4". He had dark hair which was cut short, broad shoulders, huge
pec development, really ripped abs and thick, muscular thighs. He had no
facial hair and his skin was tanned very dark, telling me he either worked
outdoors or spent a lot of time layin' in the sun. His cock was a good 6"
soft and cut. It looked thick and I was sure it would grow to some
substantial length. I gotta admit, looking at it made my butt-hole twitch
with the thought of him sliding that honker up my ass. I also noticed that
his piss stream was thick and forceful, something that until Alan had
brought up this whole 'watersports' thing, I have never really noticed
about another guy before.

The guy on the other side was somebody who I would love to shove my cock up
his ass! I knew Scotty. He was 18 like me and had gone to my high
school. Scotty was into gymnastics and had the perfect gymnasts body. He
wasn't tall - only about 5'10" but he had incredible muscle development,
especially in his shoulders, chest and arms. He was blond and green-eyed
with just a dusting of freckles across his nose. His face was truly
'boyish', having no beard to speak of and his body was equally hairless
except for a small patch of hair under his arms and a puff of blond curls
above his cock. His cock soft was about 4" and slender. But what was making
my mouth water was the incredibly muscular bubble-butt that he had. What I
wouldn't give to slide my tongue between those muscular mounds followed by
my cock!

Just the thought of it, and these two incredible jocks standing on either
side of me started my cock into 'launch mode' in almost nothing flat! I had
to really control myself or I would never finish pissing and these guys
would be treated to the sight of my mighty weapon at full deployment! I
looked straight ahead and finished pissing and quickly returned my not
completely soft cock to my jock. I did notice that when I was lookin'
straight ahead, I could, out of the corner of my eye, see both guys lookin'
at my dick as I pissed. Cool! I would have to check both these dudes out
later.  Right now, I had 'business' to attend to!

Finishing my work-out, I headed to the locker-room and changed back into
the old, worn cut-off 501 jeans which fit so tight they certainly showed my
basked and my bubble butt to their full advantage. I pulled on an old, soft
t-shirt which had holes in it, but still stretched so nice and tight across
my chest that my nipples could be clearly seen as two hard little points. I
ditched my trainers and sweaty socks for a pair of sandals and then headed
out to my car. I noticed when I got in the car that my scent was strong and
robust. Well, that's what the client had asked for! I hoped he was
appreciative.

I made it to Alan's house with about 5 minutes to spare. I really like to
be on-time, even early. I think it shows my clients that this is serious
business for me and that I value their time as well as my own. It also puts
them at ease, not having to wait for me. Some of these guys are nervous
enough about hirin' some guy to haul their ashes for them, it isn't good to
add additional stress to them by bein' late.

I rang the bell and after a few moments the door opened and there stood a
guy I supposed was Alan. Now, I've got to tell you, in this 'business' you
better like all types of guys because you never know what you're gonna run
into. Some of them, surprisingly, are young and in pretty good shape. I
wondered why some of them were paying for sex when they could obviously go
out and find somebody for nothin'. I learned later that a lot of them don't
want to take the time and effort to go to a bar and face the possible
rejection. Others like specific things and don't want to hassle with
'compromising' with a trick they pick up some where.

This time, was a complete shock for me! They guy and I stood there staring
at each other like we were deer caught in a car's headlights. The guy
standing before me, still in his clothes from working out was the
dark-haired hunk that had stood next to me at the urinal in the gym not an
hour ago!

"Rick!" he exclaimed finally.

"Alan???" I asked.

"Well ain't this a fuckin' small world!" he said.

"Yeah, it sure as fuck is!" I answered.

He finally moved aside and let me in. I noticed that when I passed him in
the doorway our bodies brushed each other and I could hear him takin'
whiff's of my righteous scent and heard a slight groan escape. I smiled to
myself. Yeah! I had him hooked, all right.

"I can't believe this." Alan said, looking at me and shaking his head.

"Hey, if this is gonna be a problem, I can just go. No hard feelin's." I
said understandin' that this might be really awkward for him, havin' to see
me at the gym all the time.

"No! It isn't a problem at all. Just a little stunned, I guess. I've been
watching you at the gym for a while. I gotta tell you, you've starred in a
number of my jack-off fantasies in the showers there!"  he laughed.

"Well, now you get to live out those fantasies for real." I grinned at him.

"I sure as fuck do!" he said, walking over and running his hands over my
chest, feeling the hard muscles and gently tweaking my nips through my
t-shirt.

I looked up at him and put my hand to the back of his neck and pulled his
face down to where our lips met in a deep, tongue-filled kiss which had us
both moaning into each other's mouths.  Standing there, I also noticed that
he hadn't showered after his workout because I could smell the strong,
musky scent of him rising between us. My cock instantly reacted to this
scent. I love the smell of a man. There is nothin' that can get me boned
faster than the hot, musky smell of a sweaty male. I knew right then and
there we were goin' to be sniffin' and slobberin' all over each other's
bodies like a pair of pigs before this night was over.

"Fuck!" Alan breathed softly as he pulled back from my mouth. "You sure
know how to kiss. So many of the guys I hire won't even kiss at all!"

"You been hirin' the wrong guys!" I grinned.

"Yeah," he smiled sheepishly, "I won't be makin' that mistake again."

"So, stud, wanna show me the bedroom or should we just get to it right here
on the floor?" I grinned.

"Would you like a drink first?" he asked.

"Sure. I'll take a beer if ya got one. Might as well keep my bladder filled
up for ya!" I said.

Alan started walking towards the kitchen of the very large house and I
followed.

"Yeah, I watched you piss and it was all I could do not to lean over and
taste it!" he admitted.

"Well, I wouldn't have minded but Scotty might have had a heart attack or
somethin'!" I laughed.

"Who's Scotty?" Alan asked reaching into the fridge in this massive kitchen
and pulling out a Samuel Adams for me.

"The kid who was pissin' on the other side of me." I said.

"Oh, the little blond with the great body." he remarked.

"Yeah, Scotty and I went to high school together." I said.

"You ever get it on with him?" Alan asked.

"Nah! We played different sports. He was into gymnastics." I said.

"Yeah, I kind figured that from his build." Alan said.

"Yeah and I was into wrestling and football." I told him.

"Yeah, I can see that." he said, his voice low and husky, as he stroked his
hand down the front of me from my chest to my lower abs. "It really shows."

"Hey, aren't you gonna have somethin'? I don't want you goin' dry on me -
in case I like this watersports stuff!" I gave him a cocky grin.

"Yeah, I am." he said reaching back in the fridge and pulling out another
Samuel Adams for himself.

"So what gives with this piss thing? What do you get out of it?" I asked.

"Well...it's kind of hard to explain." he said, sitting on a stool while he
drank his beer. "I guess I got into it as a little kid. The only way you
ever got to see another guy's dick was when you were pissing and I really
liked seeing other guy's dicks." he grinned.

"Yeah. That's why I ended up a jock. I loved the locker room more than I
did the sport." I grinned back.

"I guess I came to associate pissing with guy's cocks so, as I got older, I
found that pissing was a turn on for me. After all, it feels really good to
take a nice, long piss." he said.

"Yeah, I hear 'ya on that one!" I agreed.

"I used to love to piss in the shower. I think all guys do. It's the
freedom of just 'letting fly' and not having to worry about hitting a
'target'." he said.

"Yeah, I like that, too." I said, beginning to understand some of what got
him turned on.

"Well, when I was about 14 or so, I got one of those morning hardon's that
just wouldn't go down, you know?" he asked.

"Fuck, yeah! I still have trouble with those!" I told him.

"Yeah, I'll bet you do!" giving me a leering grin and gently groping my
hard cock through my jeans.

I groaned at his touch. I'd been hard since we'd kissed by the front
door. My cock knew that it was finally gonna get taken care of soon and was
eager for us to get to it.

"Well, I got in the shower and tried to piss through it. I only found out
later that most guys can't piss through a hardon while I found it very
easy." he said.

"Yeah, I can piss through one but I know what 'ya mean. Lot's of guys
can't." I agreed.

"Well, I start to piss but because my cock is so hard, it's like hugging my
abs and I end up pissing all over myself. At first, I thought it was a
little gross, but as the piss continued to spray all over me, I got into
the feel of it - the heat, the wetness - and I got really fucking turned on
by it. I grabbed my cock and started directing the flow all over the front
of me then, as soon as I stopped pissing, I jacked that fucker until I shot
a load like I'd never shot before - I was so turned on!" he told me.

"Yeah, I've done that." I said.

"You've pissed on yourself?" he asked.

"Well, not intentionally. But yeah, and it did kind of turn me on." I said.

"Well, I kept doing it every morning and it wasn't a week later that I
started getting in the shower every time I had to piss. Then, one
afternoon, I was home alone and I had to piss really bad! I ran into the
shower, stripped off my clothes and grabbed my cock. Now, I had been
jacking-off in my room so I still had a hardon. I grabbed it and started to
shot my piss all over me, same as usual.  But this time, the flow was so
strong, it ended up hitting me in the face. I got some in my mouth and
without even thinking about it, I swallowed it. I found the taste to be
kind of salty and sweet and not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. In
fact, I kind of liked it. From then on, I would always try to drink some of
my piss every time I pissed in the shower." he told me.

"Fuck! You were a kinky kid!" I laughed.

"Yeah, I guess I was. I was about your age when I finally got to feel
somebody else's piss on my body and to taste it. I found out that another
guy pissing on you or drinking another guy's piss was 10 times the turn on
of doing your own." he said.

"How'd that come about?" I asked.

"You really want to hear this?" he asked, looking at me askance.

"Yeah! I do. Hey, don't worry about the time. Your two hours don't start
'til we do, okay?" I smiled.

"I wasn't thinking about that. I just didn't want to bore you, is all. But
thanks." he grinned shyly.

I thrust my crotch forward so that my still hard cock was prominent.

"Does this look like I'm fuckin' bored? This is startin' to really fuckin'
turn me on!" I said.

Alan reached over and again groped my hard cock. I could see the fire of
lust kindling in his eyes.

"Okay!" he grinned. "I had this buddy in high school. We'd known each other
since junior high and we did all that 'buddy stuff' together. You know, we
learned to jack-off together and would jack each other off. Finally we got
into oral sex with each other. It was obvious that I liked blowing him more
than he liked blowing me but we kept it pretty well even."

"Yeah, had a buddy like that. But we both liked eatin' each other's cock -
and butt." I told him.

"Yeah, eating butt came much later for me. Anyway, one night my parents
were out of town on a business trip and my buddy, Chris, stayed over for
the weekend with me. We got really fuckin' drunk Saturday night and started
horsing around. Because of all the beer we drank, we each had to piss
really bad. I don't know how I got the courage to do it, but I took Chris
into the shower with me, told him all about how I'd been pissing on myself
and drinking my own piss and asked him to piss on me." he said.

"So did he freak?" I asked.

"Yeah, he did. At least at first." Alan grinned. "But after a few minutes,
I think the idea started to turn him on and he did it. I knelt down and for
the first time, I got the feel of another guy's piss on me. It was so hot!
I let him piss all over me for a while and then I leaned forward, took his
cock in my mouth and drank down the rest of his piss. He must have liked it
because he got really hard and I sucked him off as well, right there in the
shower."

"Fuck! That does sound hot!" I said.

"From then on, whenever we got together and would have sex, it always ended
in the shower with Chris pissing on me and me drinking his piss." he said.

"Did you ever piss on him?" I asked.

"Yeah, I did. A couple of time because Chris wanted to see what it felt
like. It wasn't his thing, though and he wouldn't drink my piss. But he
still loved pissing on me and having me drink his piss. Sometimes at
school, he'd wink at me and I knew that we would get passes to go to the
bathroom and we'd go into a stall and I'd drink his piss from start to
finish. It was so hot because there was always the threat of getting
caught, but we never did." he said.

"So what happened to him? Where is he now?" I asked.

"He ended up going to college at Berkley and he lives in San Francisco
now. We get together a couple of times a year." he said.

"You know, you've got me really fuckin' hot, dontcha?" I asked him, a horny
grin on my face.

"I was hopin' I would." he grinned back.

"So let's get to it! I need to cum bad! And more than once!" I said.

"I can handle that!" he winked at me and led the way to the bedroom.

The bedroom was massive! I'd never been in a bedroom that big in my life. A
huge king-sized bed covered in what looked like black leather was against
the wall covered by wooden canopy. I looked up inside and the canopy was a
huge mirror which showed all the action on the bed.  Surrounding the canopy
was track lighting which lit every inch of the bed's surface so that every
bit of activity was highlighted and easily seen in the mirror above.

"I want to undress you." Alan murmured as he took me in his arms.

"Cool. I want to undress you. You wanna go first?" I asked.

"Yeah!" he breathed into my ear and then stuck his tongue in it and began
licking it out.

I moaned at this. My ears are really fuckin' sensitive and the nerves there
seem to be tied directly to my fuckin' dick because as he continued to lick
out my ear, I could feel my cock throbbing and pumping out cock-snot,
soaking into my already wet jock. Alan then moved down to where he was
licking as sucking at my neck. I could hear him breathing in my scent as he
did so.

"Fuck, you smell wonderful!" Alan murmured.

"Yeah, you smell pretty righteous yourself, stud!" I said, and I meant it!
I love the raunchy, ripe smell of a man as much as he seemed to.

I could feel Alan reach under my t-shirt and begin to lift it up my body to
take it off. I raised my arms to assist in this process but he no more got
the shirt past my ripe pits and his nose was buried in one, snorting and
rooting like a fuckin' pig in a trough! I knew my pits were really pungent,
having worked out twice already that day and not havin' showered since
yesterday morning. But that stink only seemed to turn Alan on more. I could
hear him taking deeper and deeper breaths of my aroma and moaning deep in
his throat.

"Fuck! You smell like a fuckin' man!" he murmured, more to himself, I
think, than to me.

"Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Get your fuckin' nose in there and suck up all that
stink, pig! Smell my fuckin' ripe pits, man! Go freakin' nuts over my
stink!" I growled.

He took me at my word and began really gettin' into my pit. Soon his tongue
came out and he was tastin' and moanin' until my pit was washed clean of
any possible scent and was sopping wet with his saliva. He then switched to
the other one until it was in the same condition.

He moved down and started lickin' my chest, tasting all the salty dried
sweat of my skin and finally licking, sucking and nibbling on my nips until
I moaned at the attention he was giving them.  I finally grabbed his head
and held it while he sucked hard on my nipple and I ground my chest into
his face.

"Yeah, fucker, suck that tit! Suck it hard, motherfucker!" I groaned and he
did what I told him to do.

When I couldn't stand it anymore, I pulled his head over to my other tit
for a repeat performance.  He bit and sucked at my nipple until I was
moaning almost constantly with the sharp pleasure/pain that was going
through my body and straight to my hard, dripping dick. Alan finally pulled
off and went to his knees, pressing his face into my hard, sculptured abs,
licking the sweat from my body and slowly opening my jeans and pushing them
down to my ankles.

The roar of scent which arose from my warm, sweaty groin and my very
pungent jock filled the air around us. This jock I had worn throughout high
school for PE along with both Wrestling and Football. I worked out in it
every day and it had never, ever seen the inside of a washing machine.  It
was full of years of sweat, piss, musk, pre-cum and even a few cum loads
from my dick, balls and asshole. It was a raunch-lover's bonanza, full of
every kind of man-stink that could be manufactured by an athletic, teen
body. Alan obviously loved it because he dove nose first into it as soon as
it was revealed from beneath my jeans.

I could hear the deep whiffs he was taking of my raunchy jock. I put my
hand on the back of his head and pushed his face harder against it and
ground my hips to rub more of my jock against his face.

"Yeah, fucker! Like that stink? Yeah, you love that, dontcha? You love
suckin' down all that fuckin' stink in that jock! Yeah, lick it,
motherfucker! Taste my fuckin' raunch!" I growled as I pressed his face
harder into my groin.

I could feel his tongue come out and start licking the mesh pouch of my
jock. He opened his mouth and began to suck the fabric into it, trying to
suck out all the tasty boy-raunch he could get. He sucked at my cock
through the ripe mesh and even nibbled on it with his teeth. The whole time
my cock was pumpin' out cock-snot and adding to the wetness that Alan's
hot, sucking mouth was causing. I knew if I let him go much longer, I was
gonna spoonge my jock which, while it might be a treat for Alan, I didn't
want to get off that way - or right now. I pushed Alan's head back away
from my groin and looked down at his face. He was red and flushed and his
tongue was hanging out like a dog. I had to grin at the hungry/horny sight
he made.

"Ya don't want me to get off now, do ya? Let's get the rest of these
clothes off, huh?" I said.

He nodded, I guess he was just too far gone to speak. He reached up and
slipped my jock down and then took my pants and jock from around my
ankles. He was not starin' at me rampant eight inches, still covered by my
hood but drippin' cock-honey down the length of it and soakin' my pubes
with my crystal-clear, sticky essence. Alan took his tongue and started
licking up as much of my goo as he could get to. I grabbed the head of my
dick to keep him from grabbin' that into his hot, suckin' maw. I wasn't
ready to fuck his tonsils quite yet. There was somewhere else that he
needed to experience and I was about to lead him there.

I moved back and sat down on the bed. The black leather cover felt cold
against my skin for a second and then warmed quickly from the heat of my
body. I spread my legs and laid back on the bed. Alan came to me, walking
on his knees and shoved his nose into my hairless balls. I knew they were
all sweaty and greasy for him with a rich aroma of ball-sweat. I was sure
he'd love it and his groans as he sniffed and then licked them assured me
that he did. I thought to myself, 'this guy is a real raunch pig!'.

Of course, to me, this was a compliment since I considered myself one as
well. The smells of a man's body have turned me on for most of my life. In
fact, the fondest memory I have is, as a little boy, laying in my Dad's
arms while he slept and smelling the sweaty-essence of his construction
worker's body. That man-scent rapidly came to represent
'love/protection/safety' to me. And, as I grew, it also became the greatest
aphrodisiac for my budding sex drive.

Alan continued to lap all over my balls and the creases between my crotch
and thighs. Slowly, he moved down my ball bag and I lifted my legs to give
him access to the back of my ball-sack, that patch of skin between my balls
and ass and, finally, my ass-trench and hole as well. The scent of my butt
rose and I could hear Alan moaning at it. My ass was raunchy with sweat,
musk and perhaps some ass-juice. It was just the way I liked it when I
would occasionally jack off. I never failed to run my finger though my
butt-crack and gather up my scents on my finger and then snort my finger
while I pounded out a load from my cock. That ass scent was better than
poppers to me.

I could hear Alan snortin' my butt, taking deep breaths and moaning. But
sniffin' wasn't enough for him. I soon felt the wet roughness of his tongue
as it dug through my ass trench, tasting all the raunch that was hidden
there. I tongue found my hole and began licking in circles around it,
nudging it to open. I pushed down with my inner muscles and relaxed it for
him and his tongue slid deep inside me. I love the feeling of his tongue up
my butt! I especially loved how he used it as a small, wet cock - fucking
me until my ass was loose enough for his entire licker to get inside.  I
raised my head and looked down at him as he ate out my butt and could see
the look of complete bliss on his face as his tongue scrubbed the wall up
inside my ass, tasting that moist, secret place of my body.

"Ahh! Fuck, yeah, dude! Eat my fuckin' butt out! Shove that tongue all the
way inside me! Ah, Fuck! Suck on my hole! Eat my hole, fucker! Get it open
and shove that big cock of yours up it and fuck me!" I moaned as Alan
continued to suck and lick out my ass.

Finally, he pulled out and stood up, looking down at me. He started
stripping and I grinned at him while I was treated to the view of his hard,
tanned body. When his hard cock came into view, I was not
disappointed. From what I'd scene at the urinals in the gym earlier, I'd
figured him for about nine to ten inches. I was pleasantly surprised to see
that it was more like ten or eleven inches and very thick. Now, I wanna
tell 'ya, if ya have to choose between thickness or length - take thickness
every time! A thick cock, even a short one, can really get you off because
it's gonna hit your prostate. But if you can get thick AND long - well,
baby, you're in fuckin' cock heaven! And that's just where I was!

Alan walked over to one of the bedside tables, grabbed a bottle of
ASTROGLIDE. As he came back around and began to apply it to my eager ass, I
looked up at him.

"In my pants - right pocket." I moaned as he drove two and then three
fingers up my shitter.

He reached my pants and went into the right pocket. There he found several
condoms. He ripped open the package to one with his teeth and proceeded to
roll it down his hard pecker. When he had unrolled it, he looked down and
noticed the white ridges spaced about 1/4 inch apart down the length of the
rubber.

"What the fuck is this?" he asked, looking at me quizzically.

"It's ribbed! Really fuckin' rocks, dude!! Makes my hole sing!" I grinned.

"Ok, it's your butt!" he laughed.

"Yeah, and it needs that rammer of yours in it really bad!" I groaned as
his three large fingers went back into my hole.

"How you want it, stud?" he asked.

"Lemme turn over, I said. I like to get it from behind." I told him.

I turned over and spread my legs open. I lifted my hips some and pushed my
butt back so that my ass-cheeks were nice and spread and he could see my
fuckin' hole open to him. He got behind me and put the head of his dick at
my hole and then started shoving slowly in me. I groaned and pushed back
until his cock was buried in my shit-chute and his pubes were grinding
against my ass-lips. God! The thickness of him felt so fuckin' good up my
hole! I moaned at the feeling of fullness.

"Yeah! Fuck! Big fuckin' cock up my hole! Shit! Come on! Fuck me with that
thing! Shove that cock up my shithole and fuck me HARD!!!" I groaned.

Alan took me at my word and began rammin' his fuckin' cock hard up my ass
from the very start.  He long-dicked my butt as I moaned and thrashed on
the bed. I shoved my ass back hard against him as he slammed his cock in me
and love the feeling of my ass being torn up by his huge cock and the
ridges on the ribbed condom. My butt was open wide and lovin' every minute
of this assault. I needed to be reamed and reamed good by a huge fuckin'
dick and that's exactly what was happening. I was wigglin' my slut ass and
moaning like a cheap whore while Alan pounded my butt with all this
strength. The sound of his hips slapping against my butt-cheeks was almost
as noisy as my moanin' and beggin' for more.

"Yeah! Fuck me! Rape my fuckin' hole! Shove that cock all the way up my
butt! Give it to me!  Gimme all that dick! Fuckin' hurt my ass!" I begged
in delirium as Alan continued to ride my ass hard.

"Yeah, you fuckin' slut! Take my cock, whore-boy! Take my fuckin' cock up
you're money- makin' ass!" Alan's voice roared as he answered my groans.

He was pounding harder now, really slammin' into my butt and I was loving
every hole jammin' minute of it! I loved the feeling of my shit-chute being
stretched and abused and my joy-button being pushed to the point that I
knew in moments that my hot white cum was going to be shooting out all over
the black leather bedcover. I guessed that cum must wipe off from leather,
but at that point I didn't give a fuck! I was gonna cum and cum BIG TIME!
And I didn't give a fuck where the shit landed!

"Yeah, fuck my whore-ass! Slam your fuckin' cock up that ass you paid for!
Really slam my fuckin' ass with that big cock! I'm gonna cum! I'm
...GONNA....CUUUUUMMMMMM!!!" I screamed out as jet after jet of my teen
spoonge shot outa my dick and sprayed the leather beneath me.

Evidently, the tremors in my shit-chute as I shot my load was all it took
for Alan as well because he was soon screaming out unintelligible sounds as
I felt his cock twitch in my butt, blowing his load of dick-scum into the
rubber he wore. I felt at least 5 slams of his hips against my butt as he
delivered his load and then he collapsed, sweaty and exhausted on my
back. I slid down until I was flat on the bed with him on top of me. It was
a feeling I always loved. A man, exhausted from fucking my butt and using
my body to rest on. It was something I dearly loved when I was fucking as
well as this was both my favorite position to fuck as well as to get fucked
in.

We lay there for quite a while. I think both of us slept for a short time,
exhausted by the hard fucking we'd done. It was Alan who stirred on my back
and his now softened cock slowly slid from my well-used ass. We both
groaned as Alan began to lick and nibble at my neck and shoulders. I
squirmed underneath him at the rush of feelings and he chuckled deep in his
throat.

"Do you need to piss yet?" he murmured the question into my ear before
inserting his tongue and licking inside it.

"Mmm. Yeah! Like a fucking race horse." I murmured back.

"Then follow me to my other playroom." he chuckled and got up from on top
of me.

I followed him to the bathroom, admiring the view of his tall, well-muscled
body - his broad shoulders, narrow waist and beautiful butt. I knew he
didn't get fucked - too bad! But I knew I wanted to shove my face into that
deep crack and eat him out for a while before this encounter was over.

When we got into the bathroom, I knew why he called it his 'other play
room'. It was fucking huge, just like the bedroom. It contained a dressing
room, an area for exercise, a huge Jacuzzi and a walk in shower that could
easily hold 5 or 6 guys the size of the two of us.

Alan walked into the huge shower room and I followed him. I noticed that
there were no less than eight shower heads on the four walls - two on each
wall, one high and one low on each wall. I didn't however seen any controls
or knobs for them. When we got into the shower room, Alan knelt on the
tiled floor and looked up at me.

"Give me your piss. Give me all your hot, fucking jock piss! Come-on
whore-boy, give me that piss I paid for!" he begged.

"Where do you want it, pig?" I hissed through my teeth, getting into the
role he evidently wanted me to play.

"All over me!" he moaned.

I thought I might have some trouble getting my piss started having never
pissed on another guy before and especially since Alan was keeping eye
contact with me the whole time but I was wrong. He no more answered and my
piss started to spray full power out of my cock. It hit him square in the
chest and he started moaning at the feel of it. I began to move the stream
around, hitting his tits first and then trailing the yellow flow down his
abs until I was pissing on his cock and balls.

"Oh, yeah! Give me your piss! Piss on me! Let me feel the heat of your piss
all over me!" he moaned.

Though I'd never done this before, it was sure as fuck turnin' me on! I
loved the feeling of being 'over' him. I loved the smell of my piss as it
spattered from his body and I loved the moaning pig he'd become.

"Yeah, faggot! Fuckin' piss pig! You love my fuckin' jock piss, don'tcha?!
You love havin' a man piss on you! That's all you're good for, isn't it
faggot! Bein' a man's urinal!" I growled.

I don't know where the 'script' came from but I was evidently playing my
'role' well because he moaned more and I could see his cock rising and
pawing the air with lust.

"Oh, God! Yes! Piss on me! Make me drink your fucking man-piss!" he moaned.

Well, I didn't need a second invitation. I moved forward and stuck my
pissing cock into his open mouth. Some of my piss flowed down his chin to
drip onto his chest but he quickly closed his lips and then began to
literally suck my piss down his throat like he was drinking from a straw. I
threw back my head and luxuriated in the feeling of taking a piss in his
warm, wet mouth. It was an experience like no other I'd ever had. He was
right. Pissing on someone else, having another guy drink your piss was
really fuckin' hot! I loved it right from the first!

I know it is a decidedly nasty thing to do to most people. Maybe that's
what makes it so hot? I don't know. I do know that it was the 'nastiness'
of it that got me to agree to do it to Alan the first time. Most guys, if
they admit it or not, are pretty nasty. We like stuff that make women
scream and run for the hills so we learn early on to hide that part of
ourselves and only let it out when we're around another male - especially a
male who's willing to show that side of themselves to us.

My piss flow finally came to an end, but I was left with a boner from
Alan's warm wet mouth and from just the thought of me pissin' down another
guy's throat. He pulled off my cock and grinned up at me.

"So, stud, what did you think of that?" he asked.

"Fuckin' awesome, dude!" I exclaimed.

"So, how do you feel about trying it?" Alan said, a gleam in his eye.

"Why the fuck not?! I sure looked like you enjoyed it!" I said, eyeing his
now hard cock.

He grinned as he stood up.

"Thank God that I can piss through this thing!" he laughed. "But I need to
let it soften a little if I'm going to have any chance of 'aiming' it."

I knelt down and I could see him relaxing and letting his cock start to
soften in his hand. It got to about half hard when he looked me in the
eyes.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Fuck, yeah, dude! Come on! Gimme that hot piss of yours!" I said.

And just that fast his hot, yellow stream flashed out and started spraying
my chest. I was surprised at first at the heat! After all, it's 'body
temperature'. I also was surprised at the strength of the stream. It
thudded against my chest much stronger than I would've imagined. But the
slightly pissy smell was glorious and I love the feeling of it. Alan moved
the stream around, hitting my nipples as I'd done to him. My fuckin'
nipples got rock hard! He trailed it down and pissed on my cock and
especially my balls which had drawn up tight to the base of my cock. The
feeling was incredible!

"Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Gimme all your fuckin' piss, dude! Yeah! Fuckin' piss on
them balls! That feels awesome!" I moaned.

"Yeah, going to cover you with my piss, whore-boy! I'm going to turn you
into a little piss-pig!"  Alan said.

He started to move the stream back up my body. I knew where he was headin'
and I didn't know if I wanted that or not. But I figured, "What the fuck?!"
and as his stream raised, I bent down slightly and opened my mouth. The
piss streamed in and I let it flow out again, tasting just a little of
it. Salty with a little sweetness but hardly any flavor at all. I guess it
was really diluted from all that Alan had to drink that day and the beer we
consumed. I decided that I wanted this experience and closed my head around
his pissing cockhead and nearly choked! My mouth filled so fast and I
couldn't drink it all. I coughed and all the hot piss spewed out of my
mouth all over Alan's cock and groin. His stream instantly stopped and he
squatted down to my level, putting his hands on my shoulder.

"Are you okay, Rick?" he said with real concern in his face.

I swallowed a couple of times and coughed once again.

"Yeah...I'm okay...I guess I just couldn't handle it!" I said weakly.

"Hey, it's okay! I didn't know you were going to do that. I would have fed
it to you slower." he said.

"Okay, then let's do that." I said.

"You really want to?" he asked.

"Yeah, dude! That was fuckin' awesome! Come on, I want to drink your piss!"
I said and I realized that I really fuckin' did want to!

He stood up again. Now his cock was completely soft. I gently took just the
head in my mouth and licked at the tip, tasting a drop of his golden
man-juice.

"Now I'm going to let it out slowly. If it gets to be too much, just push
your tongue against the piss-slit of my cock to stop the flow while you
either swallow or let the piss out of your mouth.  Understand?" he asked.

I nodded my head.

This time the stream started very slowly. I easily began swallowing load
after load of his hot piss.  It was like drinking from a hose when you were
a kid but not nearly so strong. The taste was very faint, and the piss
itself was very warm. I drank for a short while and then Alan was empty. I
continued to nurse on his cock though until it was hard again. Then I got
up and we embraced.  Our mouths came together and I could taste the piss in
his mouth and it hit me - I was tastin' my own piss in his mouth. This made
my cock throb at the idea of it.

"So now what do you want to do?" I asked, breaking the kiss.

"Mmm. I don't know. What would you like to do?" he asked.

I slid my hands down and gripped the cheeks of his bubble butt.

"I wanna eat that!" I said.

"Oh, fuck!" he moaned and dropped his head to my shoulder as I continued to
massage his buns and trail my fingers into his crack. "Yeah! I want you to
eat my ass!"

"Then come on!" I took his hand and stepped out of the shower. "Should we
dry off first?"

He looked at me grinning.

"It won't be the first time there was piss on the bedcover. Are you sure
you don't want to shower it off?" he asked, his eyebrow raised.

"Fuck, no! I love the smell of your piss on me and mine on you! Besides, I
hope this won't be the only time we do this tonight! You've definitely made
a 'convert' here!" I grinned.

"I seem to have!" He laughed. "Well, you are on your way to being a little
piss-pig, aren't you?"

"Yepper! I like gettin' nasty with another dude!" I said grinning.

I then pulled on his hand and led him back to the bed.

"How do you like to do this, Rick. What's your favorite way to eat ass?"
Alan asked.

"Well...my favorite way is for a guy to squat over me and sit on my face. I
can just lay there and suck on his butt!" I said.

"Fine with me!" Alan said. "Just lay down and let me get over you."

I got up far enough on the huge bed that I was completely on it. Alan
crawled up above my head and then stood up, placing his feet on each side
of my head. He slowly squatted down so that his ass came slowly at my face,
opening the trench as his knees spread and I could see the dusty-pink
rosebud of his hole through the dark ring of hair around it. He stopped
about six inches from my face and I immediately stuck my nose into his
trench and started to inhale the man musk there.  Evidently, Alan hadn't
showered that day either and I was lost in the heady raunch of his butt!
The hot smell of a man's butt is just about the greatest aroma in the world
to me. I could probably be half dead and the smell of a hot, musky male ass
would give me a bone anyway! And this dude's butt was one of the most
fragrant I'd ever smelled! I almost hyperventilated taking such deep
breaths of his raunchy, dark scent.

But smellin' is just the appetizer! It's the taste that really drives me
nuts! My tongue started out lickin' his nuts which were hanging within easy
reach. I could taste not just the ball-sweat and raunch of them, but my
piss as well! This was a wonderful taste treat because, not only was I
lickin' his raunchy, piss-coated balls, my nose was jammed right up against
his stinky asshole! I was in pig heaven!

I finally couldn't stand it any longer and I took my tongue and ran it from
his balls and right up into his ass-trench, tasting his musk and sweat as I
dragged my tongue slowly through his crack. I heard him moan above me as I
did so. I only dragged my tongue across his puckered hole this first
time. I was gonna leave it alone for a little while, kinda holdin' back my
real pleasure. So I then licked back down his crack all the way to the back
of his balls. Then I started the trip with my tongue back into his trench
until I came to his hole. Then, instead of goin' on, I started licking in
circles around his ass-pucker. Alan's moans became louder above me as I did
this. I licked slowly, knowing that it was drivin' him fuckin' nuts!

After circling his hole a few times, I locked my lips to the lips of his
ass and began to suck on them, gently at first and then harder. I sucked
until I was sucking them into my mouth and gently nibbling on him. Again,
the groans got louder above me and I kind of chuckled to myself. I really
get off on makin' a guy feel good! I guess that's why I seem to be doin' so
good in my 'business'.  I stopped chewing on his ass-lips and instead, put
the tip of my cock against his hole and slowly suck his ass-lips and pushed
up with my tongue into his hole at the same time. At first there was a
little resistance but finally I could feel his hole opening up and allowing
my tongue to slip into it.  Just the tip at first but gradually it began to
relax and open more and more of my tongue was going up inside him.

"Oh! Fuck! What the fuck are you doing to me!" he moaned. "God! Your tongue
feels so good in my ass! Fuck me! Fuck me with that tongue!"

And I proceeded to do just that! I began to move my tongue slowly in and
out of his butt, tasting all the musk from the inside of him. My tongue was
fucking his hole going faster and faster until I was fucking his ass with
my tongue and he was moaning and crying because it felt so good.

"Stop! Stop, Rick! I can't take anymore! Fuck! You gotta fuck me! I gotta
feel your fuckin's cock up my ass! Please!" he moaned.

So the guy who doesn't get fucked is fuckin' beggin' me to fuck his ass for
him. Yes! I knew if I could work my tongue in his hole, he would be beggin'
me to fuck him. It worked almost every time. Get your tongue fucking in and
out of a dude's ass and soon he's beggin' you to fuck him. I think the
curiosity to feel another guy's cock poundin' in and out of their hole. I
know that's how I ended up getting fucked the first time - but that's
another story.

Alan got off my face and lay down on the bed, face down. I got behind him
between his legs and grabbed the bottle of ASTROGLIDE which was still
layin' on the bed from before. I took some and began lubing his butt. I
then slid one finger up his tight hole. It went in without any real
resistance and Alan moaned as I ran it in and out. I added some more lube
and slid a second finger up his butt. There was a little resistance this
time, but I took it slow and soon I was workin' two fingers in and out of
his butt with no resistance whatever. Finally, I added more lube and slowly
slid three fingers up his shitter. This time it took much longer, but I was
patient. After all, I knew what my prize was gonna be! His tight hot hole
wrapped around my thick eight inches while I pounded in and out of his hot
shit-chute.

I pulled my fingers from his butt and slipped a condom from my pants on the
floor and slid it down my hard cock. I lubed myself up and added more lube
to his butthole. I got between his legs and put my cock to the entrance to
his body and began to push gently against his hole until I could feel his
sphincter begin to loosen and then I felt my cockhead pop into his hole. I
stopped pushing immediately and allow him to get used to it. I felt his
hole loosen again and then I felt him pushing back and his hole crawling up
my cock. I pushed forward to help him and finally my cock could go no
further. My pubes were crushed against his hole and my cock was completely
buried in his chute. Again I stopped and let him get used to it, feeling
the muscles of his ass trembling around my cock. Slowly he relaxed and then
I withdrew slightly and pushed right back in.

He moaned deeply with each longer withdrawal and more forceful entry. Soon
I was up to ramming speed and my cock was long-dicking his hole and he was
babbling away.

"Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Fuck my ass! Ream my butt! Come on, whore-boy! Faster!
Harder!" he babbled as my cock pounded in and our of his hole.

Taking him at his word, I began stroking faster and pounding his butt
harder. I could feel my cock riding his prostate the whole time, in and
out. I could feel it getting harder and becoming more pronounced and I knew
that he would be shooting his load all over the bed beneath him. I didn't
care because I knew from the familiar tingle in my balls that I was gonna
go over the top with him!

"Yeah! Fuckin' your ass! Reamin' your butt, man! Take my cock up your
fuckin' hole! Yeah!  Take my cock!" I punctuated each word with a shove
deep into his butt.

That was it, he started literally screamin' and I could feel his shit-chute
clutching around my cock as he shot his load. That's all it took for me and
I was shootin' right along with him. And yelling out my orgasm as well. I
shot four of five good loads into the condom and then collapsed on his
back. He collapsed back down on the bed and there we lay. It felt so good
laying on his muscular body with my cock buried to the hilt in his tight
butt. Again, like before, we lay there for a long while and I think I must
have drifted off again because he began stirring and woke me up. I opened
my mouth and bit down on his skin where the neck joins the shoulder and he
moaned.

"So you don't get fucked, huh?" I murmured to him.

"Well...hardly ever." he chuckled. "But, FUCK! That fuckin' tongue of yours
is a lethal weapon!  It out to be registered or something!"

"Glad you liked it so much!" I grinned to myself - another satisfied
customer.

We finally got up and went back into the shower and pissed on each other
again. I liked it just as much the 2nd time as the first. I knew I was
hooked on piss and told him so. He beamed at having added something to my
sexual repertoire. He asked if I wanted to shower and I told him, no. I
wanted to stay smelling of fucking and pissing and sweat for a while.

He walked me to the door after I got dressed and handed me an envelop. I
checked inside and there was the $500 that he owed me for the two hours and
a $200 tip as well! I grinned at him.

"We'll have to do this again, soon!" he said.

"Anytime you want!" I grinned. "You've got the number."

Then we kissed one last time and I drove home. Dad still wasn't home by the
time I got there so I went on up to my room and took off my clothes and lay
down on my bed. The smells of my body quickly brought back memories of all
that Alan and I did and, before I knew it, I had a hardon and was pounding
out one last load. I turned out the light, completely exhausted and just
totally blacked out until morning. My last thought before I slept, as I
could still smell Alan's piss on my skin was, 'Well, I guess you're a
piss-pig now!".

The End of DAD'S BOOTY CALL - ALAN

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