Date: Fri, 11 Apr 2025 10:18:05 -0400 From: AC Subject: Massive Dose - Part 5 Massive Dose - Gay Encounters, Urination Donate to the Nifty Archive and support this invaluable resource: https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html To view other stories, subscribe for updates on this series, visit my Patreon: www.patreon.com/adencamp Always appreciate comments and feedback! Email me: hryjknyk@gmail.com Usual disclaimers apply. If you are not old enough to be on Nifty, you are not old enough to read this story. This is part 5 of this ongoing story. This series is fiction. It will depict many different fetish themes over the subsequent chapters. If you are not interested in m/m kinky gay sex, this is not for you. If you are, get ready! To his surprise, Daniel was as excited as he was mortified being found out by the sexy, relative stranger standing in the doorway to his bathroom "So, Danny, are you thirsty?" Tyler asked again, starting to regret his bold assumption as he stared at the flushed, trembling man a mere ten feet away. An electric thrill ran through Daniel, one he had never felt before. One he never expected by unwilling exposure as his mind flooded with thoughts of how to react. He could act mad, pretend he was livid at the invasion of his privacy. He was bigger than Tyler and could puff up his chest and intimidate the shorter, slimmer, younger man. He could demand Tyler leave immediately and forget anything he thought he saw - there's no way he could know the truth especially if it was only the jockstrap he saw. But something strange and exhilarating tickled Danny's spine and sent blood to his crotch as he stared at the sexy, scruffy man who had stumbled upon his darkest secret. Parched, he thought but couldn't bring himself to say it out loud, In a trance-like state, he dropped to his knees right there on the plush living room carpet with his eyes locked on Tyler's. It wasn't shame Daniel felt admitting his truth, it was relief, freedom. He didn't verbalize his desire but his action was more than clear. The cat was out of the bag. Even though he was humiliated, feeling exposed in a way that terrified him, it was liberating, he never knew this would be a turn-on in itself. Now that his secret was out there any pretense of propriety had disappeared. His inner pig was free and all logic was gone. A rush of excitement and lust coursed through his veins as he disregarded the repercussions of his admission, not to mention the amount of cleaning it would take to return his living room staged with expensive designer decor to its usual pristine state. Maybe it was the beers - one before Tyler arrived, one with him, and another half while he waited on the sofa - on his practically empty stomach post an intense workout. Maybe it was his lack of orgasm that kept his week-long load churning in his balls. Maybe it was the double dose of mushrooms he took two days in a row. Maybe he felt safe around the sexy, scruffy man who was offering or maybe it was the spell his ripeness cast on Daniel's inner desires. Maybe it was the risk that came with being found out. Maybe it was the freedom from not having to hide. It didn't matter at that moment because Daniel wanted, needed, something depraved to happen and Tyler could see it in his eyes. Watersports were nothing new to Tyler - it was one of his favorite forms of kink - but he would have never guessed someone like Daniel would be into it as well. He assumed Daniel to be quite vanilla and most likely a timid top. He was surprised and turned on by the nonverbal consent and how uninhibitedly submissive suddenly seemed. Knowing he was going to soak not only the classically handsome, tightly-wound man but also mark the pristine apartment with the river of piss that he was desperate to release made it that much more exciting. It's always the quiet ones, Tyler thought to himself and smiled watching Daniel's green eyes follow his crotch and the partially exposed jock peaking from his open fly. Daniel subconsciously licked his lips as Tyler teased his fly lower until the stained, fragrant bulging pouch pushed free, and his loose jeans fell to the floor down his strong thick thighs and swollen calves that were surprisingly covered in dense, thick fur - a contrast from the younger man's relatively smooth upper body - and even more tattoos Daniel hoped to take a better look at later. Seeing the vision in front of him and knowing what was about to happen without the safety of anonymity made Daniel hornier than ever before. His eyes went wide in surprise as they trailed across an impressively full pouch, strained and barely containing what was underneath. He had never thought much about what Tyler might be packing and his pants were always too loose to make out a bulge (although he did try to check) but it was certainly larger than what he could've imagined. His eyes glazed over with lust as he licked his lips again when he registered how well-worn, dingy, and stained the threadbare fabric was as the musky ripe odor that Daniel craved teased his nostrils even with from a foot away. As the scruffy man reached for the tattered waistband of his jockstrap he was stopped. "Wait" Daniel blurted out urgently before Tyler could push down the thick tattered waistband to expose the leaking, semi-hard monster. To Tyler's mild surprise, Daniel dove forward, shoving his face into the strained, unwashed crotch. He eagerly sniffed and sucked the pouch, moaning with delight on every exhale as he savored the ripe, rank tastes and smells of man. "Umm Danny," Tyler said gently, his bladder was painfully full and if Daniel kept up his feral worship, his meat would be too hard to allow the much-needed release. Tyler knew he could've just let it go through his jock, forcefully yanked Daniel's head back, or barked an order to the pig on his knees, but he was still learning just how kinky his customer was. As much as he loved taking control, especially with discreet men like Daniel, he saw the fear and shame hidden beneath the glaze of hunger in his eyes. There had been no discussion of boundaries or consent and he was too hopeful this was only the first activity the two men would get into that sunny afternoon - he didn't want to overstep. "I really gotta go..." "Sorry," Daniel blushed with a sheepish smile as he reluctantly dislodged his face from under the huge, warm, damp bulge, savoring the sharp musk of sweat combined with cum and piss that embedded his nostrils as he looked past the throbbing mound. "Don't be," Tyler smiled sweetly. Seeing just how beautiful the man was as bright green lust-filled eyes twinkled up at him, "It's fucking hot, I love that you're a pig like me," Tyler's smile widened as Daniel's face turned a deeper shade of pink. He snaked his fingers underneath the seam that pulled out from the sweaty, hairy crease of his thigh feeling somewhat shy suddenly, "So, um, where do you... uhhh.." Hearing pig like me made something in Daniel's subconscious mind unluck and the fear (most of it at least) melted away, giving room for his hunger to take over. He wanted to drink it, be showered in it, drenched completely right there in the middle of his living room but he had the chance to experience something he never had before, something his hood of anonymity never allowed. Daniel wanted to tell him to ensure his fantasy would be fulfilled but couldn't quite get the words out to ask. He leaned back on his heels and smiled his sheepish smile with his heart racing hoping Tyler would understand. The massive meat and large hairy low hanger swung free and heavy making Daniel gasp at the size. He didn't have time to admire it because as soon as it came into view a forceful jet of hot piss blasted out of the wide slit from the hooded, pink head in his flush, eager face. "Oh fuck yeah," Daniel moaned without hesitation, surprising himself. The sensation was thrilling and exciting and way better than he could have ever imagined. As much as he wanted to taste it, the feel of fresh warm piss on his skin felt too good on his cheeks, chin, nose, and jaw and when it splattered his forehead he instinctively bowed his head to feel the strong river drench his thick hair. Tyler groaned in relief and pleasure while watching as his uncontrollable piss drenched his blissful customer, running down his wide neck, broad shoulders, down the lines of his sculpted biceps, and between his prominent pecs. "This is so hot," Tyler moaned, watching as the expensive designer green tank top and matching shorts grew darker and clung to the chiseled body beneath. Daniel looked up again with a goofy, happy grin and opened his mouth, letting the hot amber liquid pool on his tongue, allowing him to taste the sweet, salty, hydrated flavor that smelled faintly of butter and had the consistency of a thick chardonnay. His big hands rubbed the warm piss all over his body as he repeatedly gulped down mouthfuls. He was in total ecstasy and could feel his full balls churning. Daniel's unblemished skin was alive and felt every sprinkle that landed on him. His eyes had been clenched since the initial blast for fear of the burning he had heard about but never experienced. One hand was wandering over his hairy chest while the other had found its way inside his soaked shorts where it squeezed his rigid leaking prick beneath. He couldn't bear to stop either's motion to wipe his eyes. Or maybe Daniel didn't want to look. Maybe he was too scared to see his fantasy come to life. Too scared reality would set in and his fear of exposure would be back the moment he saw Tyler and his big cock hosing him down in broad daylight on the very expensive carpet that was getting saturated underneath his shins. "That's it. You're a good boy, Danny," Tyler smiled down at the stud beneath him, grateful for the liters of water and beer keeping his stream strong. It was such a turn-on for him for so many reasons but mostly because of how much the man was enjoying himself in the unexpected afternoon delight. Dirty talk was another one of Daniel's kinks, and being called a good boy always made his cock throb and asshole pulse. When Tyler did it, it was even better. Tyler was younger. He knew Tyler, Tyler knew him. He didn't need to stay silent, his voice, just like all of him was already recognized. "Thank you, sir," Daniel panted as piss spilled over his plump pink lips and his eyes flew open to face the mild sting, revealing the bliss and a more vivid shade of green, amplified by the subtle bloodshot redness surrounding them. The taller man's response had a similar effect on the owner of the seemingly never-ending firehose. Tyler smiled wickedly, locking his eyes on Daniel's and holding his gaze as he directed his continuous flow down Daniel's thick forearm that was connected to the hand hidden by wet green fabric until it was splashing off his crotch. With mild difficulty, he contracted his pelvis to stave off his stream and couldn't help but smirk at the look of disappointment on Daniel's crestfallen face. "Don't worry, there's plenty more Danny boy," he reassured the stunning man on his knees. "Take your shirt off." The commanding yet gentle way Tyler directed him reassured Daniel, put him at ease, and made him feel safe while giving into his deep hidden desires. He had no idea what he was getting himself into when he dropped to his knees, but it has only gotten better. "Yes, sir," he smiled as he peeled the clinging, soaked fabric off his broad hairy frame and tossed it to the side, not caring that the piss-soaked shirt landed on his sofa. "Fuck you're hot, Danny, especially dripping in my piss," Tyler said, taking in the adonis on his knees. "Thanks," Daniel, never comfortable with a compliment, blushed "Put this on for Daddy," Tyler said playfully, tossing the yellow jockstrap still clenched in the hand not directing his hose. "Yes, sir," he blushed more and slowly rose from his knees as Tyler kicked off his ratty sneakers and stepped out of his distressed jeans that pooled by his feet and had gotten damp from the piss that ricocheted off Daniel's firm body. Daniel loved how it felt to be addressed by his nickname, the playfulness that underlined Tyler's dominance, and the fact that he stepped out of his pants reassuring Daniel that Tyler was in no rush to leave. When he stood, their height discrepancy was brought to light again highlighting the dichotomy of the two men - One taller, broader, muscular, groomed, older, the other shorter, slim, scruffy, unkempt, younger. The reveal of the assumed power dynamic from visual assumption turned both of them on even more. Daniel's thick, long fingers reached for his drenched waistband, never taking his eyes off Tyler's. Both of them had mischievous grins across their lips. He hesitated briefly, suddenly embarrassed about exposing himself further in front of the practical stranger across from him. The stranger who was the only one in the world that knew his secret. The one with the monstrous appendage between strong furry thighs. Although size was in Daniel's favor everywhere, even when it came to apartment, bank account, notoriety, and space in the world, Tyler had Daniel significantly beat where it counted most and it brought back a feeling of shame for Daniel. "I'm not as..." the timid man started to say, acknowledging his shortcoming, wishing it was hidden under the literal lock and key of his cage - at least there wouldn't be proof. A memory from last night flashed in his mind. An older burly man said something along the lines of "Look at this pathetic, worthless faggot's tiny little nub dancing while a real man uses him for all he's good for," as he held Daniel's head in place to use him as a urinal. Something about the comment cut deep and suddenly his dysmorphia made him feel as though his manhood was truly pathetic. He loved being a submissive pig but he hated feeling pathetic. He was not at all small, he had a nice thick almost seven inches of circumcised meat but it was an indisputable fact that he paled in comparison - not to mention it wasn't quite to scale on his large sculpted frame. Tyler's cock was truly massive. There were just as many inches of thick uncircumcised cock that hung between his legs as Daniel's fully engorged length with another inch and a half hidden by his untrimmed, dense bush of wild pubic hair. And, Tyler wasn't even at full mast due to his still full bladder. "Dude," Tyler said with a cocked eyebrow and a look that told Daniel he couldn't give even a partial fuck about the size of what was hidden in his soaked gym shorts. With a crimson face and his eyes turned away, Daniel shoved the waistband down, allowing his glistening rigid cock to bounce freely in the air as it jutted out from his neatly trimmed dark bush. "Danny Boy!" Tyler exclaimed excitedly and took a half step forward as he let go of his and grabbed Daniel's, "You got a great cock!" His words were genuine and the feel of his hand wrapped around Daniel's throbbing member reassured him, but his face remained red, flushed for a different reason. On the brink since the golden shower started a minute and a half ago, Tyler's hand was making Daniel shudder with pleasure, bringing him dangerously close. "Thanks," he said as he stepped backward, freeing himself from Tyler's grasp. There was no way in hell he would risk a post-orgasm shame spiral yet, not when there was potentially more delicious piss to taste both with his mouth and every poor on his skin. Daniel looked briefly up at a very smiley Tyler as he kicked off his wet shorts. He was bending forward to step into the found item that started this new relationship between the men - hoping to get another whiff of the hairy crotch where his eyes were focused on his way down - eager to get back to the wet fun when he felt a hand on his shoulder stopping his motion. His eyes shot up in confusion and heartbreak and shame. He was too forward! He was about to apologize for giving the wrong impression that he might be going down to suck the object of his desire into his mouth and even worse for not asking for consent, Tyler gave a sheepish smile. "Mind turning around when you put it on?" he asked as a deeper confusion crossed Daniel's face, "I'm kind of an ass man," he said with a suggestive smile and bounce of his brows making Daniel blush adorably again. "Yes, sir," he smiled, flattered and allowing himself to get back into the raunchiness as he turned around. Something came over Daniel that had never happened in any situation when he was fully naked - he felt confident. He did not even notice that as he bent over to expose his massive round muscular glutes to the man behind him, he did so slowly and seductively. He was teasing Tyler, tempting him. "Wow," Tyler whispered involuntarily as he licked his lips. There in front of him was the most perfectly sculpted ass he had ever seen up close. Daniel's treetrunk-sized thighs looked like columns holding up a sculpture Michaelangelo would be jealous. Without thinking, Tyler released his swelling prick and extended to lightly trace the curve of one thick cheek causing its owner to shudder. As Daniel stepped one foot and then the other into the yellow straps, Tyler caught a glimpse of a tight pink hole between two incredible mounds of muscle beyond the neatly trimmed dark hairs that lined Daniel's deep crack. Like what you read? 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