Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2008 15:18:10 -0800 From: "titboiSanDiego @msn.com" Subject: Not Supposed to be Doing That Here (Part 1) (piss) NOT SUPPOSED TO BE DOING THAT HERE Part 1 By: titboiSanDiego@msn.com This story features general raunch, including nascent piggishness, piss, man stink and other nasty things that hot guys enjoy doing to each other. This is the part where I warn you about not going any further. So if you are underage, go read one of The Hardy Boys mysteries. If you're over 18 and offended by men behaving like pigs, you'll probably want to dig out your Emily Post. Everyone else: just dig in. (Author's Note. Okay, guys, this is a different kind of porn story: a combination of raunch and comedy. Maybe it works and maybe it doesn't. But I'm sure you'll let me know either way.) ___________________________________________ They told us scat was not allowed at this piss party, and now Matt had to take a dump. There was only one place to do the deed: in my mouth. Otherwise, people would see and we'd get thrown out. Because we're not supposed to be doing that here. Boy, oh boy. how the fuck did I ever get into this? (The screen goes out of focus and becomes wavy. Eerie music fades in. A title card: "Six months earlier.") We met at the baths. (I know. How romantic can you get?) I was sitting in the video room, watching some guys rim each other out, pulling on my pud. you know: just minding my own damn business. And Matt walked in. He sat on the other side of the room, but it wasn't long before we were checking each other out. We clearly had things in common: age (early 30s), build (5' 10" or so, 170 lbs). Also, things not in common. I was dark, hairy and Hispanic, with a tendency not to shave every day. He was blue-eyed, blond-hair corn-fed Midwest farmboy, and clean shaven. I was uncut. He was cut, but his cock was bigger. He had pecs and I had abs. When the guy next to me got up and left, Matt moseyed over ever-so-casually and sat down. Without looking over, I said, "Took long enough." That seemed to catch him off guard. "Uhm. There was someone sitting here." I rolled my eyes. "You could have threatened him." Hs looked appalled for a moment and then burst out laughing. "You're bad." "Shhhh!" came from one dark corner. Apparently, someone was actually following the video. We got up to leave. Matt leaned over and whispered to the "Shhh!" guy. "The butler did it." We meandered through darkened hallways, peering into rooms with open doors and red bulbs, where guys lay face down, with their legs parted and a can of Criscor at the ready. We sniffed the residual aroma of poppers, pot and guy's bodies, commenting on what we saw that we liked. It was all in the abstract. Nothing was mentioned about actually doing these things with each other. Just, you know, things we'd like to do. you know, if we could. After a lull in this sparkling conversation, I cleared my throat. "Wanna sit in the Jacuzzi for a while?" "How about the steam room?" I shrugged. "Sure," I thought. "One's as good as the other." In the steam room, four or five guys were sitting alone, pretending to ignore each other. I digress to comment on an aspect of bathhouse attitude that always amuses me. Guys may be naked, sniffing poppers, jerking themselves off, ready to fuck or get fucked. But from they way they treat each other, you'd swear you were sitting in the main dining room of a country club where nothing piggish ever happens. Because in this steam room filled with sweaty men, no one was looking at anyone and everyone was pretending he was not there for what he was obviously there for. Whenever I see this, I want to laugh and say, "Don't give me that. We're all each other's merchandise in this come-one, come-all kind of everyman's whore house." Matt seemed to be offended by the same hypocrisy. After looking around, he leaned over and whispered. "Shall we show them how it's done?" He sank to his knees and started to go down on me. I tapped him. "We haven't been introduced." "I'm Matt. You want a blow job or not?" Instead of waiting for an answer, he took my cock back into his mouth. I leaned down and whispered, "I'm Enrique." He mumbled something that was probably along the lines of, "Nice to meetcha." I couldn't be sure, but it didn't matter. Matt was born to do things to men's bodies they didn't know were even possible. Later, when we got into rimming and eating each other's shit, I was totally his student. Up to now, however, I thought at least I knew the basics of a good blow job. But it turned out that Matt knew them better. I was amazed at the velvety smooth way his mouth worked over my cock. He knew how to dig under the foreskin for crud that was buried deep. Where some guys would open their mouths, pick white stuff off their tongues and flick it on the floor, Matt not only ate every morsel, but he went back for seconds. After a while, I thought it was time to trade off. I tried to pull his head off and get ready to go down on him. He looked up at me. "Something wrong?" "Just thought we should trade off." He pushed me back. "If I get bored, I'll let you know." When a guy tells you to sit back, relax and take the ride, who are you to argue? Matt sucked me rough and gentle. Bit at my nipples and rimmed my ass. But always he kept going back to my cock. I could not believe what a simple mouth and tongue could do to make something so ordinary as a blow job feel so amazing. As I started to come, I tapped him again. He shook his head, but I wasn't about to come in someone's mouth on the first date. (After all, we had just been introduced.) I pulled his head off just as the eruption started. Cum splattered everywhere. (I'm kind of a messy shooter.) Two guys edged away, apparently afraid of getting some of it on them. When Vesuvius stopped flowing, Matt put his head back down into my crotch and rubbed his face into it. He looked up at me with a look of sheer bliss. As if an explanation were even necessary, he smiled. "I can't help it. I like everything that comes out of a guy's body." After waiting for the sensitivity to die down, he put my cock back in his mouth and began sucking again, as though he were nursing off of a teat. I leaned down. "I just came." "Duh. But I like everything that comes out of a guy's body. And I do mean everything." That was a clue if there ever was one about how much of a pig Matt could be. But at the time, I didn't think anything of it. I did decide, however, that it was time to trade places. I pulled him off my cock and up to my mouth to kiss him. Without missing a beat, I flipped him around, sat him down and sank to my knees. All of this was done as though it were a ballet step that had to be performed gracefully. I did it as though I had done it a thousand times before (when in fact it had only been a couple of hundred). As I started to go down on Matt's cock, I realized that I didn't have anywhere near the confidence I had had just ten minutes before. But Matt didn't stand on ceremony. Within a few minutes, he was close to the moment of truth. I kept pulling his cock out and jerking it, trying to see how close he was to coming to make sure he didn't come in my mouth. Finally, he erupted - even messier than I had been, with cum splattering everywhere. The two guys who edged away before had moved closer again so they could watch us in action. Now they pulled back again, one of them brushing at his leg as though cigarette ashes had gotten on his clothes. ("Hey, guys. This may be as much cum as you see tonight.") Matt sat back, sighing the death of a thousand sighs. I thought he would never stop gasping and smiling. I even wondered if it wasn't an act. He looked at me and laughed. "Sorry. I really get into that." "No problem. I like to please a guy." "Do you? Could you do something else then? Could you just suck on my cock some more?" I must have looked suspicious because he immediately reassured me. "Oh, don't worry. No one can come again that fast. I just like to have the warmth of a guy's mouth on my cock." That seem reasonable (and after all, he had done the same to me) so I went back down on him. During the 20 minutes we had been fooling around, the audience had changed. Some guys left, and new ones arrived. By now, there were probably about 8 or 10 guys in there, all of them sweaty. Body odor hung heavy in the air. As I continued nursing on Matt's cock, I noticed I was tasting more and more sweat. It surprised me that a guy's cock could perspire. But there it was: that salty taste. I even licked at my arm to taste my own sweat and sure enough it was the same salty taste. "A cock can perspire?" I thought and went back to sucking. "Huh. Live and learn." Suddenly, Matt jerked a bit. All at once, I tasted a rush of sweat and realized what was happening. This wasn't sweat at all. The nasty boy was using me as his urinal. I pulled off of his cock and urine started flowing everywhere. He pushed my head back down. Matt whispered. "We're not supposed to piss in the steam room.". "You're not supposed to be doing that here!" shouted one of the guys watching us. "They'll throw you out on your ass if you piss in the Jacuzzi or the steam room or the showers. Right out on your ass." It was disheartening to realize the management could be so callous towards its clientele. I pinched the top of Matt's cock and pulled my head off. "Then stop pissing!" I said. "Once you start, it's hard to stop." He looked at me with a smile, somewhat apologetic. The loudmouth wasn't finished. "He's right, you know," he said. "Once you start pissing, studies show it's impossible to stop. Like when you're taking a dump." He looked between Matt's legs. "You're not taking a dump too, are you?" I pinched the top of Matt's cock and pulled my head off. "No, he's not taking a dump!" I released my fingers and a little bit of piss trapped in Matt cock fountained out in a lovely arc. Mr. Loudmouth jumped up. "I'm gonna tell! They're gonna throw you out - right out on your ass." He stormed out. I sat back on my haunches, looking up at Matt with an expression that said, "Are you satisfied?" I waited to see what he could possibly say by way of explanation. "Ooops?" Matt said this as though he was trying it out to see if I would buy it. "Ooops?" I repeated sarcastically. In that moment, I realized how easy it would be to fall for this guy. Matt was ready to break the rules at every turn. Even without thinking of myself as having pig potential, I decided that maybe I had some limits I didn't need any longer. And Matt appeared to be into expanding a guy's limits. I looked around at the others. They all knew I had swallowed Matt's piss. They were either appalled or envious. But I noticed that even the guys who were appalled were also envious. Any anger I had about his using me as his urinal without advance notice quickly faded. Matt smiled at me again. "Wanna come up to my room and take a whiz down MY throat?" We stood up and walked to the door. I felt such a sense of pride being used by him in this manly way. I was equal to him because he was asking me to use him in the same way. It was as though we had shared something very intimate, very nasty, and now we were going to go even further. And these guys wouldn't get to watch that part. As we got to the door, Matt turned to reassure them. "Don't worry, guys. I won't spill one drop. Promise." End of Chapter 1.