Bob and Me

Bob and me had been friends since we both started working at the same warehouse on the loading dock at the beginning of the year. We were both forklift drivers and we hit it off almost right away- we were considered the "company clowns." We loved pulling practical jokes on our coworkers and one another, but we both were hard workers and everyone just put up with us. We both loved to fish and shortly after we started working together we would go on weekend fishing trips up north on a little private late that Bob owned some undeveloped property on. He had an 18' bass boat and that is what we mainly went after.

Bob was married with a couple kids, but on the path to a divorce. Shortly after we met, I made it known to Bob that I was Gay. He didn't care one bit and frequently teased me about it. I didn't mind- I just shot right back at him, flirting with him, gabbing his firm, muscled ass and such. He was a very hot guy, if I say so myself. I also found out on about our third fishing trip that when Bob got very drunk, a Gay streak would come out in him. We jacked off together in the tent and I had sucked him off a couple times- he had a beautiful 6.5" thick piece of hard meat between his legs and a huge set of low-hanging balls.

Blond hair, penetrating blue eyes, six-pack abs and thick, muscled arms and legs... Compared to my skinny-ass frame, he was an Adonis. The most I got out of him was a couple quick blow jobs- he sucked my cock for a hew seconds then finished me off with his hand. What Bob didn't know, however, was that I had a real kinky side to me. Cock and ball torture and piss play really turned me on, and I had an extensive porn collection made up of just such videos. It was mostly fantasy though, jack-off material that I had only acted on once with a guy I had met online. The guy wasn't really my type so after that one hookup I ignored his frequent requests to get together again.

October rolled around and cold weather was moving in. Bob and I hadn't been up north to the lake in about a month and both of us had the itch to go fishing, so we planned a long weekend over the Columbus Day holiday. We got a late start on Friday afternoon and didn't get up to the lake until well after dark. When we arrived it was raining pretty hard, so we just set up the tent as fast as possible and cracked open a bottle of Jack and passed it back and forth talking for a while. Probably around 11:00 or so, we were both pretty drunk and I was ready to hit the sack when Bob looked over at me with a grin and said "How about a blow job, mi amigo?", laughing as he spoke. I really wasn't in the mood, but fuck it. He pulled down his boxers, kicked back and I went to work on his cock for a while until he shot his load down my throat then I just pulled one off, climbed in my sleeping bag and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning we woke u, both feeling the effect of the night before. I pulled out the camp stove and fixed some coffee then fried up a rasher of bacon and four eggs over-easy while Bob put the boat in the water and got the fishing gear ready. It looked like it was turning into a beautiful Fall day- sunny and a crisp 50 degrees. We finished breakfast, loaded the cooler full of beer into the boat along with the remnants of that bottle of Jack from the previous night and headed out to the other side of the small lake, where bass fishing was best. Bob and I were sitting on the middle seat of the boat, him casting from one side and me the other. I was surprised that no one else was out on the lake since it was the holiday weekend- the rain forecasted for the weekend probably scared everyone away. Within ten minutes I had hooked and reeled in a 19" small-mouth. Bob wasn't getting anything, other than blue gill grabbing at his lure as he reeled his line in. We popped open a couple beers and Bob pulled out a joint from his coat pocket and lit it up. We silently passed it back and forth as we fished.

By late afternoon we had both caught a couple more good-sized small mouths along with downing about half that case of beer. Bob was definitely feeling the effects of that joint we smoked and the beer we drank. I was too. Suddenly Bob stood up in the boat, whipped out his cock and aimed it over the side of the boat and started to piss. I looked over at him, laughing and said "Sweet, Dude!" He laughed back and said "Like that, mi amigo?" then suddenly turned and let out a shot of piss all over my leg, cracking up laughing as he did. "You pig!" I shouted as Bob shook off the last few drops and shoved his cock back in his pants. "Damn it! That's the only pair of pants I brought" I said. still laughing. Bob sat back down, grabbed his fishing pole and casted out again, replying "You liked it, you little faggot! Admit it!" I smiled and looked at him. "Actually I did. I have a kinky side you don't know about."

Bob looked at me incredulously and answered, "You're kidding, right?" I replied "Nope. Not kidding one bit. That shit turns me on." Bob just laughed and looked at me. "What else you into?" I replied, "Well, besides piss, I love getting my cock and balls tortured. Fucking turns me into a maniac- I love it." We left that conversation at that and sat silently fishing for a while, downing more beer, finishing off the bottle of Jack, passing another joint and both reeling in a couple more good sized fish before deciding to call it a day and head back to the campsite.

Bob cleaned the fish while I lit a fire and got dinner ready, just pouring a can of beans into a pot and frying a couple of the fish. We ate silently, talking periodically then sat down on a log next to each other by the fire. A little earlier Bob had cracked open another bottle of Jack and we both took a couple swigs then capped it back up. I was feeling pretty wasted and pretty damn horny and I could definitely tell Bob was wasted too. I looked over at Bob after a bit, smiled and said "You gotta piss again?" He laughed "Yeah. Why, dude?" I got this nasty look on my face and quickly replied, "Give it to me. All over my face." Bob looked at me. "You're kidding dude..." I replied "Nope. Not one bit." Bob laughed and stood, wavering a bit and almost falling over he was so drunk. I smiled and said, "Let me strip down first- I don't want my clothes getting drenched" and quickly disrobed as Bob pulled out his cock. He had a partial hard-on that quickly went fully hard. "Dude, I don't know if I can piss with a stiff one..." I got on my knees in front of him and just said "Try."

Bob strained and a little bit of his golden flow leaked out of his cock onto the ground in front of me. My heart was pounding and my breathing was heavy. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but damn, I was horny and I wanted it. "I don't know if I can do this" Bob repeated. I just replied "Come on, buddy. Give it too me!" Bob strained a bit more then suddenly an arch of piss shot from his cock, hitting me square in the face. "Fucking HOT! Come on, man, keep it coming!" I opened my mouth and he aimed straight for it. A thick constant stream was now flowing from his piss slit, drenching my hair and face. "In my mouth, dude! Come on, give it to me!" Bob approached closer and I leaned in and took his cock into my mouth, filling it with his warm, salty urine.

I swallowed as much as I could, letting the rest run down my chest. Bob muttered "Fuck, dude!" as his stream filled my gut. It seemed like he would never stop, but finally the last few drops came out in my mouth and I quickly stood up. "Come on, lets go into the tent. Take off your clothes." I went into the tent and Bob followed then quickly got undressed. I laid in my back and looked up at him, my heart still pounding out of my chest and my breath heavy. "Get down here and grab my balls. Squeeze them as hard as you can and bite my nipple as you do it." Bob got down on his knees, leaned in and grabbed my sack, squeezing hard. The pain was exquisite. "Come on, dude, bite my nipple." Bob leaned in and bit down hard on my still, protruding nipple, squeezing my balls hard. "GOD, THAT FEELS SO GOOD! Keep it up, porn dude!"

Bob was breathing as hard as I was and I could see his heart pounding in his chest. He bit down harder and I let out a yell. I was in heaven. After a while I couldn't take it anymore- my nipple was screaming in pain. He had even drew a little blood. He pulled back and looked down at me. "Now grab my cock and pull on it as hard as you can and slap my face." Bob complied. I could see pre-cum just oozing like crazy from his cock. "FUCK!" he repeated over and over as i riled in pain, practically shouting at the top of my lungs. He slapped my face again, hard. I looked up at him. "Now sit on my face. Spread your ass cheeks and give me your hole. Press down hard and keep pulling my cock!" Bob immediately spun around and straddled my chest, then sliding back and putting his full weight on me, pressing his firm, tight ass in my face I could taste the taint of his slightly dirty hole in my mouth and I dove my tongue into his hole. "DAMN!" he muttered and continued to pull hard on my throbbing cock, occasionally slapping my balls around hard. I was almost suffocating from his full weight on my face and my cock and balls were throbbing in glorious pain as I dove my tongue into his ass. My little 3.5" pin dick was just pulsating.

After a while, I just couldn't take it any more- but I wanted something else I had never had. In all my years, I had never taken cock up my ass. I wanted it and I wanted it now. I pushed Bob away from my face and muttered, "Dude, fuck my virgin ass." Bob replied, "Shit dude, you are a fucking pig! What the hell, get on your hands and knees." I did just that, as Bob got on his knees behind me. "Give it to me raw and hard. Just shove it in deep" "Here it comes, dude!" Bob muttered and I felt his cock push hard against my tight hole. Oh the pain! God, he pushed in hard and his cock busted through the tightness of my sphincter. I let out a yell, "GOD, FUCK ME HARD!" as Bob's thick 6.5" penetrated my ass. "PUMP ME HARD! When you're ready to cum, shoot it down my throat!" Bob started to slam his hips against my ass over and over and over. I was screaming in ecstasy, gyrating my hips as he fucked me hard. "Reach around and tug hard on my balls!" I cried out and Bob complied. Within seconds I blasted a huge load of cum all over my sleeping bag.

Bob continued to fuck me furiously, moaning in pleasure until he blurted out "Dude, I'm gonna cum!" I pulled away from him and quickly spun around. His cock was coated with my ass slime and twitching like crazy, his balls drawn in tight to his body. I shoved his cock deep down in my throat, tasting the bitter funk of my own ass on his extremely thick member. He threw his head back and let out a loud yell, "OH SHIT! HERE IT CUMS!" God, no one had ever dumped so big a load into my mouth. The bitter, salty taste of his thick creamy load filled me up and I withdrew his cock from my mouth, then collapsed on my sleeping bag and swallowed his load greedily. Bob just sat there next to me, breathing hard in exhaustion until he finally climbed into his sleeping bag. "Dude, that was fucking awesome!" he exclaimed. "Yeah, it was" I answered as exhaustion took me over too. My balls were just throbbing and my tiny cock was raw from all that abuse.

About a half hour later, after both of us lying there and talking a bit, Bob turned to me and said, "Dude, I have to piss again. You want it?" I smiled and answered, "Sure- what the hell. Give it to me." Bob got up and I got on my knees. He guided his flaccid member in my mouth and let out a stream of salty piss down my throat. I swallowed every last drop, not spilling a bit. "Give me all your piss for the rest of the weekend- now do me a favor and jack me off." Bob laughed. "Sure dude, whatever!" He stroked me hard and rough, then within minutes I was ready to shoot. "OH GOD! Here it comes! I shouted.

Much to my surprise, Bob leaned over and took my load right in his mouth, then quickly moved to my face and kissed me hard, spitting my cum into my mouth as he did. "Shit, that tasted horrible" he laughed, then he laid back down and we fell asleep, not waking up until noon the next day.