Heath is pissing in Josh’s plugged up mouth at full force. It’s a spectacular filthy mess that has me open mouthed.
Piss sprays onto the floor like a blocked hosepipe as Josh tries his hardest to swallow, but it’s a task nobody could manage. Heath soaks my boyfriend’s face as he pisses at full force, his balls pressing against Josh’s nose to choke him even harder.
It’s savage. Absolutely fucking savage.
It’s not so much a stream as a river. Josh’s freshly dyed hair is soaked through in seconds. He’s a gurgling, retching mess as he gulps over and over, trying to contain it, until he breaks. He finally lets go of control. He lets go of his white knuckled grip on the covers, and gives himself over. He opens his eyes to stare up a Heath with a loving stare, even though it must sting like fuck. He tips his head back as far as he can to accept the torrent.
Oh my God, my boyfriend is such a state when Heath stops pissing and pulls out. Josh raises himself straight onto all fours and heaves, his eyes red from the spray he’s been soaked with. Piss drips onto the bed under his chin, his hair a soaked mess, flat to his forehead.
Heath leans back against the wall, catching his own breath as he watches Josh attempt to recover.
“If you bring any of it back up, I’ll glug back the whole bottle of Prosecco and do it again.”
“Don’t worry,” Josh manages to splutter. “Glug all the Prosecco you want. I’ll take it.”
“You’d best stop with the challenges, pretty boy.”
“Never, you wouldn’t want me to,pretty boy.”
Heath goes back to the dresser for a fresh glass and pours himself another Prosecco.
“Good job you’re a certified hardcorer, you cheeky cunt,” Heath says. “Otherwise you’d be safe wording the fuck out of here.”
Josh’s eyes are fierce on Heath. He’s still on all fours, doing our client’s bidding, but the thrum of the tension is like a livewire.
“I’m never going to be safe wording the fuck out of anywhere, Heathybaby. We’re back. Both of us.”
“Sure. Until another drama comes along. Then I’ll have to hang around in fucking limbo before you grace me with the accept button. I heard you loud and clear, bitch.”
“Clearly not.” Josh wipes his mouth. “Stop punishing me for giving a shit about you. You know I made the right move, even though it hurts.”
Heath’s got a Satan like twinkle in his eye as he sips on his drink, glaring at my boyfriend.
“Stop punishing you? I’ve only just started,Joshy baby. I’ve been building up to this for fucking months.”
“Fine, whatever. Do your worst,” Josh says, and fair play, he’s got some balls and he wants to use them. He’s challenging Heath for a reason. Goading him into an onslaught.
All I know is it’s going to get seriously fucking brutal.
I’m nervous as well as excited at what lies ahead. A spectator at a gladiator arena as two titans smash it out.
“Stay on all fours like a good little puppy dog.” Heath tips his head. “And spread that ass for me. I want to see the target. Come on, quick fucking sharp.”
Josh shuffles around, dropping himself onto his chest so he can spread his butt cheeks, like agood puppy dog.
“Wink for me,” Heath says, and Josh clenches. “Wink then push.”
I know Josh douched himself clean earlier, but it still looks dirty as he heeds our client’s commands. He’s so exposed he looks vulnerable, and he doesn’t hold back, winking and straining his asshole in a rhythm as Heath watches.
“How many dicks have you taken since you’ve been ignoring me?” Heath asks, and Josh looks back at him over his shoulder. He gives him a cheeky smile.
“A lot. I have been working after all.”
“A lot? Really?”
“Oh, yeah, Heathy baby. I’ve been keeping busy.”
Heath stands tall, shoulders rigid. His teeth are gritted, eyebrows pitted. Wow, It’s the first sign of jealousy I’ve ever seen from him. If looks could kill, Josh would be a dead man as Heath downs the rest of his drink. Once again I’m a ghost. But this time it’s welcome. The show I’m watching is a masterpiece.
