Getting Piss Splatter All Over

Jake looked down at his dick. He liked the look of his pee coming out, he liked the feel of it exiting his body, the feel of his bladder loosening and his muscles relaxing. The water made a dark spot on the tree in front of him and flowed down the trunk pooling up by the roots. He encircled his dick with his hands; it was overkill in the dick-holding department, but he liked the feel of his hand wrapping his cock. He wet a couple of fingers on his hand, letting some of the juice wet his palm and splaying the strong stream. He started pumping his meat slowly. The last few drops of piss dribbled down the front of his jeans as he started stroking a bit faster, rubbing his piss-wet palms into his shaft. This piss session felt particularly good since he'd been riding his Harley for a good four hours, letting his kidneys filter several cups of coffee in the process. Working himself for a only a couple of minutes, Jake's rock-hard dick pumped a load of jism onto the wet tree.

Walking into the men's room at a gas station right off the freeway, Raney sighed and whizzed into a too-clean urinal. What a waste, he thought. He'd rather have some bear-cub type in a black T-shirt soaking it up for him. He remembered the last time that'd happened, in a bar outside of Reno. Some young cowboy in a leather vest gave him the ride of his life. Just knelt in front of him and said, "please Sir?" Raney barely had time to nod yes before this dude had him unbuttoned and proceeded to suck his thick beer can of a dick. Raney relaxed his bladder, very slowly, and the dude swallowed easily, letting some of it soak his chest. Raney fucked his mouth hard afterwards, his cock like a fuse that exploded his body. He sighed at the recollection, shook the piss of his dick and hoped that he'd see that dude again someday, just to buy him a beer and thank him.

Vanna White flipped over an "F." _PRIL SH_W_RS BRI__ M_Y FL_W_RS. Hank turned off the TV, sourly noting that perhaps he needed a real life. He put down his first legal Bud since his birthday. Rubbing the beginnings of a beard, he noticed the water pressure in his groin. He decided to smoke a joint first. Toking in silence, he stroked the thin briefs that covered the family jewels. He giggled at the thought of "family jewels"-- did Vanna White have a cock-shaped diamond somewhere, perhaps? Damn good pot, he thought as he started giggling again. He stroked the material some more, noticing how good it felt with his body all tingly. His bladder called again, and he let himself leak into his briefs. The release felt great. He could see his dickhead through the wetness, all nice and warm. Rubbing the wet cloth on his glans, he pissed out a bit more. His cock responded mighty happily. He moved his hand down the shaft of his hardening cock, and pissed a bit more. The stream leaped above the material and on the floor between his legs. Rubbing the warm, soaked briefs with both hands into his balls and shaft, he let loose. Piss shot from the top of his dick through the material, thoroughly sopping his briefs and pooling around his butt, between his legs and around his feet. He fisted his dick in a frenzy, coming so hard he almost blacked out. His body was so spent it took him a good long while before he could stand up. Jake seated himself at a nice corner stool at the Bear's Back Inn. He bought himself a Bud and assessed the crowd. Two older men shot pool. A skinny guy with a handlebar moustache played a video game called MARTINA: QUEEN OF AMAZONS, and two guys with matching vests assessed the whips some guy was selling near the back of the building. A rainbow flag and a leather flag adorned the back wall. The crowd around the bar chatted amongst themselves, except for a guy in the back eyeing him. He was a muscular, heavyset guy, full beard, a really nice-looking bear. Near the corner there was a young guy with a baby-faced beard assessing the bear guy. He smiled at both the cub and the bear, and the bear nodded them both toward the back room. Jake made sure to down his beer before he left.

The back of the Bear's Back was warm and dark. There was a dim red light, a few hooks, a chair and a bathtub, and not much else. The bear had his shirt off, and the cub was running his fingers through the salt-and-pepper hair as they kissed. Jake took his own shirt off and put his hand on the cub's globe-shaped ass. Without missing a beat, the bear reached over and grabbed his tit ring. The mild shock of pain and pleasure rang his body, and he took a deep breath. The cub already had his zipper down and a free hand on his own cock.

Kneeling on the floor in front of the pair, Hank undid both flies, fumbling mightily but setting a couple of nice sized cocks free nonetheless. The bear guy had a fat, uncut dick while the biker guy's had a promising curve in his semi-hardness. He sucked on the curved one first, wanting to see its ultimate shape. Alternating between cocks, Hank made sure to get a couple of strokes on his own dick. Sure as hell beat an evening with Vanna. After a few minutes' of dual sucking, the biker guy stood him up and yanked down Hank's pants. Hank obliged by doffing them altogether and kneeling over, one hand securely fastened to his own dick. He felt the biker's fingers probing his ass, chilly with lube. The biker guy's dick went in next, and sure enough, it hit the buttons all right. The bear knelt down, giving Hank's mouth clear access to his cock. Hank licked and sucked the thick, meaty dick while feeling the Biker's curved dick plunge his butthole. His own cock throbbed from all the stimulation.

Raney looked up from his semi-dream state and noticed several of the Inn's tenants were watching silently. Some stroked their own cocks in response to the show. He watched the biker man plunging the bear cub, his rhythms moving down the cub's body and onto his cock. He felt like he was fucking and being fucked at the same time. The cub'smouth and tongue moved all over his dick; he could feel it slip between his foreskin and his shaft, down his balls, and then barely kissing his sensitive head. The biker's eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body shuddered at the end of the final plunge. The cub moaned, his mouth still firmly in place on Raney's cock. Raney started coming from the beauty of it all.

Jake's own orgasm sent him into the astral plane. Plunging that beautiful round butt was an amazing feeling. He came back to earth just in time to see the bear come all over the cub's hair and fuzzy beard. The cub stood up slowly, smiling, with one hell of a hard-on. The cub and the bear spoke some soft words between them, and the cub smiled bigger. The cub went into the tub and laid down. The biker stripped off his condom; great, this didn't have to end now. The bear positioned himself at the head of the bathtub; Jake positioned himself to his left. The watching men behind him encircled the tub; the edge of the tub was like a flesh tube convention. There were dicks of all colors, sizes and shapes descending into the top edge of the bathtub.

Hank took his hands off his cock, thinking about the night before, watching the men gathering above him. Don't shoot yet, he chanted to himself. He wanted to savor this. He looked around, there were cocks surrounding him on all sides. He looked up and saw the cock head of his bear poised only inches from his face. He looked; he could see the bear's cock tense up slightly; he saw the head move and a bubble of liquid open up the pisshole and arc across the inches onto his face. He could feel the biker guy's piss wet his hair, pool around his shoulders, mingle with the bear's. One guy hit his stomach, another couple of guys hit his cock and his balls with a smooth, strong stream. There were a myriad of glistening piss streams drenching his body; one worked its way from the end of his balls, up his the back of his hard cock, to his glans; he felt his cock throbbing from the heat and wet of it. The piss pooled around his body, he could feel it enter the crack of his butt, tickle the end of his balls. He could grab handfuls of it. All of it raining down on him. His throbbing cock couldn't hold it any longer; another hot stream hit his head and he shot; incredible amounts of sperm leaping above the edge of the tub and entering the golden lake that covered him.

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