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  • I go fucking nuts with joe schmitt

    • The men at Schmitts dorm hall put away their peckers so they could dress for a nite out at a biker club. The cadets wore their military uniforms, Jim & his Daddy wore knee high cop boots, biker caps, body harness, n jockstraps. They were almost fuckin nude. Us men wore the same plus biker jackets & leather chaps with a cop stripe down the leg. Our butts were totally exposed. Mr. S honored me by allowin' me to ride behind him on his Harley hog. "Now Son, I don't want ya fallin' off, so ya better secure yerself to me tight. What ya do is bury that big fuckin rammer of yours all the way up my butthole. Don't get any fuckin ideas that I'm lettin' ya screw me Buddy, this is for safety only. You shove that pole up me so that yer nutz press up to my hole entry, n keep it planted firm."

    My meat was still hard in my jock pouch, so all I had to do was ram it up Mr. S's shithole. My steady leakin' of precum was all the lube juice I needed. Mr. S grunted as it went in. I held on to him by grabbin' his crotch real tight. His hardon was makin' his jock tent out. "Gotta piss real bad Sir, gotta let it out right away."

    "Well I ain't stoppin', yer jes gonna have to do it in my asshole. Nuthin' wrong with a buddy givin' his pal a piss enema, so unload good buddy."

    I let loose a gusher, pissin for four minutes. While I pissed into Mr. S's bod, I moaned in pleasure. Even so, I whispered to him how I felt, "Schmitt ole Pal, yer a goddam scumbag."

    I kept my fuckpole steady in Mr. S piss filled hole, it was fuckin Schmitt who began squirmin', makin' my crack do fuck moves up his butt. He was moanin' with sex heat, so I said "fuck it man," n' began butt plowin' the bastard. I was fuckin' slammin' it up him as hard as I could. His hole was takin' heavy punishment.

    He pulled the hog over into an alley. "My manhole is yours sport, use me Pal, I'm ya cunt," Mr. S shouted n' started dumpin' my own piss on me from his fuckhole. It drove me fuckin wild.

    "Whatsa matter scumbag, yer fuck box to small to hold a mate's unloadin'? Whatcha gonna do when studs're linin' up to plow you fer fuckin sloppy seconds. They's not yer bonded budz like me. They ain't gonna understand ya loosin' what theys just honored you with, by spewin' it outta theys peckers. Ya gotta show em ya appreciate their piss n' scum by holdin' it up in yer pussy hole. They's don't give a flyin' fuck how many fuck jobs ya got fillin' ya guts. All's they know is that you show em the proper respect owed to a plug fuckin stud." Thinkin' bout how Mr. S just butt pissed out my deeply personal gift to him, was now steamin' me. I grabbed him by his ears, pulled his face up to mine, so close our lips were touchin', "You fuckin' want me to let you drain my ballz n' yet you treat my man piss like it was worthless garbage. You cheap cunt, you earned this." I two fisted punched him on both sides of his head at the same time. He fell to the ground. I booted him in the nuts. "Jesus Christ Pal, yer makin' me treat you like you was a slave trainee. Why you makin' me hurt you like this?" I smacked him real hard cross is face with my pulsin' rammer. My drippin' pole hittin' his face made a wad of me scum juice squirt onto his cheek n nose. His gaspin' for air made him snort in some of me scum that was runnin' down his nose, n drippin on his beard. He musta breathed it in real deep, cause he started chokin' like he was fuckin drownin'. Seein' Mr. Schnitt humiliated like this, I felt another blast of scum juice workin' its way outta me ballz. This time I grabbed my meat n jammed it into his mouth, forcin' it into his throat. My cockhead was lodged so deep in Mr. Schnitt's gullet, that he took the 2 or 3 wads of jizz I unloaded straight into his belly. With out havin' to swollow, he let me spurt direct into his belly. I was howlin' with man lust.

    "Only fer you good Buddy, only fer you," Mr. S shouted out after I yanked my crank outta his gob, "I got me throat to relax fer you mate, so my good fuckin Bud Paul could get direct access to me belly."

    "Good job fuckface, now if ya wanna do me a real fuckin service, I'm needin' a fuckin urinal right bout now. Think ya can keep that fuck chute to yer belly relaxed n open long enuff so's I can have me a fuckin piss."

    "You got it Pal.," Mr. S grunted, his eyes glistened with animal urges, "Stand at ease Buddy, let me do it all." He grasped my hardon cock at the base n put the knob just inside his lips. My knob rested on his tongue, still leakin' a steady flow of lube juice. Mr. S reached round claspin' my butt, his fingers pushed into my sweatin' crack. The middle finger of each hand dug thru my thick crack hair, so he could toach my butthole. With one rough movement of his muscled arms, he yanked me forward, embeddin' my fuck pole in his throat. My nutz rested against his bearded chin. He tried to talk but just made a pathetic gurglin' sound.

    I felt the piss start gushin' thru my piss canal. I moaned in pleasure. I felt it enter my cock channel, Mr S could feel it flowin in there too. He joined in moanin' just like I was. My boner was still rock solid, so when the piss reached my pisshole it gushed out like I was a race horse. "Yahoo muthafucka, I'm releavin' meself in me best mate. Take it Pal, take every fuckin drop. Show me ya know how to be yer Bud's pissboy." Mr S was takin' it like a pro. I looked down at Mr Schmitt, n saw that he was blastin wad after wad of his manspunk on my boots. I let loose a howl like a fuckin woolf in rut. Not only was my piss drainin' into Schmitt's belly, but now for the first fuckin time in my fuckin life, I was shootin' sperm at the same time I was pissin'. I was mixin' piss n scum, n Schmitt was eatin' it. Mr. Schmitt was teachin' me how far a buddy will go to pleasure his 100% full grown male bud without givin' up any of his manhood. Schmitt was showin' how a real man can service a mate he respects, how a real man can let himself be abused & degraded in the roughest, raunchiest way, n still be a mean fuckin he-man. We were 2 topmen, iron bound bondin' the way only men totally secure in their masculinity can commit to each other.

    Schmitt stood, put his arm round my shoulder, looked at me eye to eye, "That'sa way Pal, what me n you just did is only the beginnin'. Now git yer butt back on the fuckin' hog, yer pecker up me butt, we's goin' to the Pluggers biker bash. Oh yeah fuck buddy, from here in you have the honor of callin' me Joe."


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