Date: Mon, 12 Jul 2004 17:23:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: DGH <idlewild678@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beerpiss Happy Hour: Part 2

                         "Call, Strip, Follow, Piss"

I hopped in my SUV, he in his compact car; my phone rang almost
immediately. "That beerpiss was the fucking best, whoredog," he
exhorted me.

"Strip," I ordered him. "I want you to pull your car beside mine, so I
can watch you get totally naked. Now!" I looked in my mirrors to make
sure that he was doing as I had said. The small dark blue car was moving
to my left side, he was out of his shirt, and was having a great struggle
to get his pants off, while still driving. I was already out of my pants,
having learned long before that you do that before you drive off, and
began unknotting my tie and unbuttoning my shirt, so he'd know I was
matching him move for move. What he was not expecting was when I suddenly
shoved my crotch up out of the seat, so he would have a full view of my
now completely hard, and dripping, cock.

"Suck this dry, pissbreath!"

"Fuck! How much longer, fuckface," was his surprised, and hungry,
reply.

"Just a mile or so," I consoled him, "but first, I have to stop off
for some more beer. You can drink more than I ever thought," I sneered
at him, "so we need another couple of six packs. Keep following. Are you
buckassed, yet?"

He pulled in beside me as I parked outside a neighborhood
grocery/convenience/beer store that stays open late into the night.
"Fuck, I'm naked, dude. Can't get any beer," I acted as if I was
whining. "What we gonna do?"

"Shit, man," he moaned. "I need to get my hands on you!"

Laughing, I climbed out of my SUV and pulled a sweatshirt over my head; I
had slipped on a pair of running shorts. I mooned him, though, as I
walked towards the door to the store.

Back outside, with a 12-pack under my arm, I walked over to the driver's
side window of his car and motioned for him to roll it down.

"Suck!" I ordered, hauling my cock out from under the tented shorts.
"I was hard the whole time I was in there. Thought you might come
walking in, too. I'd have made sure we would have given the security
cameras quite a show." He dropped his mouth open I jammed my cock
between his lush lips, and began grinding. Just when he seemed to be
getting into some sort of suck/groove I pulled out, slapped him across
his face, opened my door, crawled in, and revved the engine for the last
few blocks home.

When I pulled up to my garage door -- a door that had last worked
automatically several years before, making it necessary to get out of
your vehicle to raise it by hand -- I hopped out again, but this time was
completely naked. I squatted in front of the door so in the headlights of
his car my rounded ass would be on display, before I lifted the door.
Then I turned back towards him, my cock pointing directly towards him,
and motioned for him to park along the sidewalk. I backed out, leaving
the double garage wide open, and parked behind him, some 20 feet from the
house.

He just sat in his car for a minute, not sure what I was doing. Once
again I bolted out of the SUV naked and hard, walked into the garage, and
motioned for him to come in. With only a seconds' pause, he was out of
his car, naked and hard as well, and walked directly up to me. Then, with
a smirking grin on his face, let loose a torrent of piss on crotch, on my
legs, on my chest.

"Fuck you!" I bellowed, then I laughed as an equally pungent and water
hose volume of piss gushed from my cock. Only, instead of wetting him, I
pushed him to his knees and aimed the stream directly at his face. Just
the first splash hit his face, before his mouth cavern-ed and he groaned
for the tepid liquid to go directly into his mouth and down his ready
throat.

"Gulp, gulp," he exaggerated the sound for the full effect of sucking
down my piss outside, in full view of anyone who might wander by. At
about that time, I reached up and slowly let the garage door down. "Such
pigs," I shook my head, smiling from ear to ear.

My gut temporarily not bloated in piss-pressure pleasure, I reached down
and grabbed my buddy from under his armpits and yanked him off the ground
and lifted him face-to-face with me. "Spet!" I spit him square in the
face, set his feet on the ground, then smeared my spittle all over his
face and mouth with the back of my hand. Then I rammed my hand in his
mouth; he sucked on it hard. Just as I took my hand out of his mouth, his
once-innocent eyes glared up into mine: "Spet!" was his reply, right
back in my kisser. Unfazed, I grabbed him around his waist, picked him
back up, and bellowed, "Lick it off!"

He was a bitch to puppies licking every drop off my face, then he stared
into my eyes, his mouth wide open and filled with his slimy ooze. He knew
I couldn't resist that temptation: I tongue-dived into his mouth and
lapped up his spit, our lips like suction cups on each other. There was
an audible "pop" when the vacuum between our mouths was broken.

"I'm still tired of smelling that hair-care product," I laughed,
pushing him down to his knees, before letting go with the next blast of
piss, this one completely on his hair. It streamed down from the crown
onto his face and waiting tongue; I rubbed my hands all over his head,
trying to get what seemed such a queer smell out of the pissy air. "I
need a beer."

"You do," he smiled as he got up again and reached for a bottle. He
grabbed and unscrewed the top of one; I thought he was going to hand it
to me. "Down, dog!" he barked at me.

"Fuck ..." was all I got out before he pushed me back onto the garage
cement floor on my ass. "What the ..."

"Muzzle it, asslick," he interrupted. And with that, the entire bottle
was poured all over me. "Needed an empty," was all he said as he stuck
his pisshole in the bottle opening and broke loose his own steaming
stream, overflowing the bottle, then aiming it my face. I shook my face
like a mutt, sending piss every direction. He shook his cock once more,
so the last few drops would hit me. "Oh, here's that beer you asked
for," he sounded dismissive as he handed me exactly what I said I
wanted: a bottle full of beer.

"More," was all I could manage, as I downed half the bottle in one
swig.

More was exactly what I wanted, too, so instead of standing back up from
the garage floor, I got up on all fours, mongrel-like, and slapped both
hands on my asscheeks to spread `em. "Eat!" I ordered my roustabout
and randy co-conspirator.

I heard the familiar "squish" of a new bottle of poppers being opened,
so I looked behind me to see him taking a long, easy snort. I reached up
to hand him his beer-pissed bottle for a swig. "Share the nectar,
shitface," I said. As he handed me the poppers, he took a quick swallow
of beerpiss, dropped to his knees behind me, blew his mouthful of piss
onto my asshole and then buried has face up the crevice of my ass and
into my puckered hole, licking and tongue fucking as hard as he could. A
quicker sniff of the poppers got me where he was mentally, heightening
the texture, the temperature, and the pressure of his animal action on my
backside. I wriggled my ass into his face in appreciation and further
coaxing.

"Eat my butt, fuck," I yammered, hardly knowing what I was saying.
"Aawwggghhh," was just about all he could manage, his face and tongue
were buried so far up my shithole. In those moments of exquisite sexual
no-where's-ville, beer and popper-induced as they were, "crawl up into
my ass," "put your head up there," "disappear in it," all went
through my mind. My ass was sopping wet and dripping, from the piss, from
his spit, and from his drool.

"Gasp," he came up for air. "Never get enough of this ass," his voice
sizzled with filthy desire. "Turn around," I said -- requested really,
my voice was surprisingly tame. "Plop your ass on my face." He
couldn't reposition quickly enough, and sure enough my face was
smothered by his great man's butt, centered with that scrumptious hole
that only malebutt can provide. I sucked in the stifled air then dove
into his hole, mouth and tongue first.

We licked, sucked, chewed, spit, and otherwise orally abused and used
each other's holes, humping each other's faces the whole while for a
timeframe, the duration of which, is lost for all sexual eternity. Then...

... the dam broke, our water hoses (cocks) exploded almost simultaneously
-- his then mine in rapid response -- turning the scene into two naked
guys humping each other's asses with our faces while our cocks spewed
piss out all over the place, leaving us a urine puddle on the concrete
floor. I grabbed his cock first, aimed its slit at my mouth, swallowed
some beerpiss, and then blew it out all over his asshole before I resumed
lapping on his puss. "This is fucking blowing my mind," he practically
yelled, not missing one second of the action at hand.

Finally ... I started gasping for air, then started laughing: "Where in
the fuck did you learn to be such a dog," I inquired, trying to somewhat
compose myself, while his ass and hole were in my face, I was laying in a
puddle of piss, and I could taste man butt on my lips.

"Right here," you mongrel dog, he laughed back. "I learned it right
here, but it's always been in my mind, just waiting to be played out."

"You make me tremble with sexual energy," I answered, getting up off my
ass, piss dripping off me everywhere. Before he could do another thing I
reached for the garage door and hauled it straight up, almost turning it
into a curtain to show off the action inside. It was dark outside, and
the closest streetlight is about a half block from the house, so the only
light was from the sky: the moon and the stars. I joined the darkness; I
walked outside, out to where our vehicles were parked, and leaned up
against his small, dark, compact car. My cock jutted out from my crotch,
so I reached down and slowly massaged it until it protruded straight
towards my dog-sex dude.

He had stood up in the garage and looked a bit stunned at the
development, being on display in a stranger's house, dripping with piss;
tasting of mancock, butt, and piss; and now watching this guy jacking off
50 feet away in clear view of anyone or any vehicle that might come by.
Gathering his senses, he planted his legs apart, grabbed his thick tool,
and mirrored the action coming from outside against his car.

A tug on one cock prompted a yank on the other one. Eyes squinted across
the dark space, each guy hoping to find the wretched lust in the other's
face, as the end of this night became inevitable. I stood up and walked
towards the garage and my sex fiend friend, jacking on my cock; he began
walking towards me, as well, until ...

Just inches from each other, and both outside, our eyes locked stares
while our hands remained on our cocks, whipping them ever closer to their
liquid conclusion. I spit on his face, he responded in kind.
"Pissface." "Assmunch." The epitaphs, and our jacking hands, flew,
then I noticed my bud straighten, and arch, his back; the time was here.
I pounded my long, mushroom-headed cock even harder, so climax would
mingle with climax.

"F ... U ... C ... K," my bud drew the word out as long as the ropes of
cum began to course out of his piss slit and paint my chest and crotch
chalky white. "Take it, cumpig," I responded, my load shooting out in
wad after wad, but aimed higher, hitting his chin, his mouth gaped open,
trying to catch some of my breeding juice.

Two heaving bodies, striped and dripping with spit, piss, and cum were
all that was left in the aftermath. When I shoved him towards his car and
walked towards the garage to close the door in his face, he smiled!

"Fuck you, dog!" was what he said on his cell phone; I could hear that
his engine was running, so he was driving away. "BitchHeat!" I laughed
at him. "Next time: dog names, and dog sex, you and me." I clicked the
phone off and ran a hand across my chest, lapping everything it gathered
with my tongue. "Grrrr ..."