Piss and Spit...Part 2
"Lay down" he said, and pushed me face down on the bed. The towel underneath me was soft, and he had put a pillow in the middle of it, so my ass was raised slightly. He pushed my legs apart, and spit once again into the crack of my already wet ass. As he climbed on top of me, his knees forced my legs open even wider. He pulled off his t-shirt and dropped it beside me. I reached over and pulled it to my face, sucking in the smell of his sweat from the pits of the shirt. He laid down full on me. I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck, and his chest hair, wet with sweat, was soft on my back. His still rock-hard cock found its mark, and he plunged back into me, forcing me to suck in a deep breath, filled with the scent of his sweaty t-shirt.
He inched up my back with each plunge into my ass, until his breath was on the back of my head, and the head of his thick cock was pounding my prostate. My own hard dick was dripping from the pressure, but he continued to pound away.
He drew his legs up to my sides and sat on top of me, burying his cock deeper than ever in my ass, stretching me wide. His furry balls were once again hitting mine each time he forced his way deeper into me. I laid there, face down with my ass at his mercy, and began to force myself back onto him. He raised up on his knees slightly, giving me a bit of space. I forced my ass up, and rested back down. He put his hands on my shoulders, keeping my head down, but allowed me to thrust up and down, riding his pole. Finally, he started thrusting again. As I came up, he would drop down slamming my ass onto his cock. The pressure in my balls was building so much, I was afraid I was going to blow my load on the pillow underneath me. He was getting close, too.
He pulled back, and let his cock slide out of my stretched, wet hole. He climbed off of me, and I rolled over on my back. He lifted my legs up, resting my feet on his shoulders. He leaned in so that we were face to face, and slammed his raging hard-on back into me. His lips met mine on the down thrust, and his bearded face dragged across mine like soft sandpaper. His head slid to the side of mine, as he lifted my legs up higher, and plowed deeper into my dripping ass. He whispered in my ear, asking me if I wanted his cum. All I could do was moan in agreement.
He reached down and began stroking my cock, which was practically at my chin now. He pounded my ass with his cock and my cock with his hand, smashing my balls with each violent tug. I started to shake, and after one more thrust I shot a stream of cum up into my face, catching his hairy chest on the way. The second shot hit the underside of his chin and dripped down onto my chest. The third and final shot of cum overshot us both and landed partially on my shoulder and partly on the sheets above my head.
He was dripping with sweat now. The hair on his chest was stuck to the skin in swirls of cum and sweat. He dropped my legs down, and pulled his pulsating cock out of me. He quickly climbed over me, straddling my chest and pinning my arms with his legs, his furry ass resting just above my chest. All I could see now was a distorted view of his body looking up at his face, but still seeing his raging cock and sweat soaked, hairy chest. I could feel the fur of his balls as they smacked the underside of my chin. He stroked his cock in my face as sweat from his groin dripped down on me. His head fell back and he let out a thick stream of cum across my face. My mouth was open, and what I didn't catch sprayed over my face. The next stream shot directly into my waiting mouth. He aimed his cock down as he squeezed out the last of his cum onto my face.
When I opened my eyes, he was looking down at me. We were both panting like dogs. He fell over, resting his crotch at my eye level. I turned into him, breathing in his scent as my face rested into his stomach and crotch. He held my head as we both tried to catch our breath.
Finally, we got up and headed into the bathroom. By now, I had to piss like crazy. As Geoff reached behind me and started the shower, I stood over the toilet. He reached around me and grabbed my dick, saying "Hold it". We then climbed into the shower, his hand still holding my dick. As the water ran over us, he let go of me. My warm piss hit his hairy legs. As the stream got stronger, it rose up and I was pissing on his still half-hard cock and balls. When my stream started to end, he let loose and began hosing me down for the second time that night. As his piss ran down my crotch and legs, he pulled me in and we kissed.
Once we finished showering, we headed off to bed and passed out from our nights activities.