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Having been a pious, virtuous, nice guy all my life, almost with a halo of a saint above my head, it was natural that the time had come for psychological compensation. My body itself was crying out to restore the balance between spirit and matter, between holiness and filth. To do something very very dirty, impure, to get dirtier than the shit that had passed through my intestines. And see the difference after that, how I would feel.

Now I am an adult responsible for my own decisions, I do not tremble and faint for every risky or unusual action, but I consider it my duty to try out new things. Especially if fantasies “raise the roof”. By deliberately “taking away” that “roof”, I will not have to suffer later when the “roof” itself “falls” at the most inopportune time, with the worst consequences.
Thus I decided to realize my “water sports” fantasy. Not in the pool, not in the sea, not on the Turkish or Maui beach. Not swimming, not diving, not water yoga.

I contacted three guys with similar goals on Grindr. So one Saturday evening, four naughty guys who didn't have enough childish games in their childhood got together to play adults doing what they were supposed to. One of them invited us to his homestead in the western part of city. The homestead had a fun, cozy, tiled hammam-style sauna. At first, we warmed up. After taking off our clothes, we got to know each other, looked at one another to see if we felt comfortable, and with cans of beer in our hands, we began to relax more and more. We joked a little, teased, and tempted each other.

We gave each other a sign that we wanted to communicate more intimately. We sat down closely, our thighs and sides touching. Everyone's dick gradually started pointing to the sky. I saw that one of them was circumcised. And the other's pride was of such dimensions that anal sex with him would be almost equivalent to fisting (according to a prior agreement, this evening is not intended for that). Very interesting...

We started kissing in pairs, then licking, biting earlobes, messing with hair with our fingers or stroking shaved pubes. Later, we changed partners in this introductory game. It didn't hurt at all that I was quite bony, and the other, to put it mildly, was plump. The remaining two, in my eyes, are real hotties.
We started to run our lips over bare or hairy chests. Now everyone's erections were definitely pointing upwards. To make things even more exciting, we sat down in a "wheel of fortune", also known as a "men's wheel" and started stroking and caressing each other's crotches. Later, we covered them with our lips and played with the tips of our tongues. There were moans, but the finish was not yet possible. We had to stop, although our bodies wanted to go on.

Immediately, we all went to the toilet in turn and cleansed ourselves twice with the enemas we had brought ourselves, so that Mr. Rudolf wouldn't appear at the hottest moment. After that, we washed ourselves thoroughly with soap. We also had our own lubricants. Now our butts were ready for "water sports".
The owner of the farmstead brought jars of water, as well as grape and tomato juice and whipped President cream.

First, we played "Rain". But not like my grandmother used to teach me and how children play. I wanted to be the first “rain cloud.” So the other participants in the game smeared my asshole with lubricant, sucked water into a rubber enema, and inserted its tip into my ass. Then slowly injected the water. I was flooded like a real cyclone; I felt like I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The pleasantly warm water washed my insides.

Then the guys knelt down under me, and I sprayed their faces with warm “monsoon rain” from my ass. The sound was funny; we were making noises like crazy, like kids intending to show off our dicks to a passerby. It was fun. And clean, by the way. They poured water into me again and again. The “fellow-assers” obviously liked it. I sprayed and sprayed them with rain. They must have become cleaner than ever before.

Eventually, the other guys also filled their asses with water and playfully sprayed each other, as well as me, although I liked being in the “leading role” more.

Later, the water was replaced by juice. This fruit rain was different in that the guys sat with their mouths open, trying to get as much grape rain into their mouths from my ass as possible, and they were upset if a lot of it spilled out. “Open your mouth wider, catch it more carefully!” I commanded, aiming my sexy ass at each mouth in turn, so that the hole of my man-pussy was directly above their tongue, and like some kind of drinks machine or fountain, I generously poured out my fruity contents on them to taste.

It was similar with the tomato juice rain, only it didn't look so hygienic, and the players looked like participants in a Spanish tomato-throwing festival. Sometimes even brutal: as if smeared with blood from a hemorrhoidal wound. The taste was better than grapes, the look was not.
"It's a pity we didn't bring hot chocolate!" laughed one of the rather lecherous guys - even more so than I. And I don't regret it - I don't like playing "Kingdom of Scat".

It was time for the most delicious thing – whipped cream. First, they sprayed my ass with it until it was white, and then all three of them, kneeling like pooches, licked it up to the last drop. I was ecstatic with pleasure. My dick was erect like a stake. How glad was I that there exist men who like such things! I'm not the only kinky one!

Later, the chubby guy stuck the head of the cream container into my black hole and sprayed some of the contents. This time, I squirted white, sweet snow-like bites from my depths on him, and then on others. The faces of the good guys became covered as if with cotton candy or melted vanilla ice cream. I myself became a container of cream for them. I would like to be like that more often.
The guys really enjoyed this part of the game: they laughed, opened their mouths, stuck their faces and tongues under my ass. We used up maybe three containers of cream. Later, they licked each other's heads, faces, shoulders.

My anus was the first in line. They adored it. One of the guys thought of using the cream as a natural lubricant, which I had in abundance, so he inserted his erect penis into my ass and made a few frictions, in popular terms, fucked me. His two friends approved this idea with thunderous applause; after he pulled it out, they licked and sucked his shaft until it was clean.
We couldn't take it anymore. We held our glorified cocks in our hands and, howling and growling, we splashed the entire sauna room with boiling semen. Fortunately, it would wash off easily.

We could feel the temperature of the "hamam", the fatigue as if after a good game of basketball. We joked a little more, no longer teasing each other, washed up, and went home.

I was riding in a regular city bus. It carried quite a few people toward the center of the city. But they didn't know my secret. They didn't know how much a person can hold. Next time you order some apple pie with cream at a restaurant, don't be so sure where the cream came from.

I also realized how much I love cum. It seems that if I found it on the sidewalk in the street, I would fall on my knees in front of people and lick it up, regardless of the germs.

Dear people, you have no idea in what unexpected ways you can diversify your sex life and adult games!