THIRSTY

Feature Writer: Bradley McDevit 

Feature Title: Thirsty

Published: 01.06.2022

Story Codes: Piss Drinking. Self-Suck

Synopsis: My dream cum true

Thirsty

Jack drained another glass of orange juice, his tenth of the day, and set it aside. His bladder, after a day of refraining from bathroom breaks, felt like it was going to explode. Time, Jack agreed with his reflection in the mirror, to have some fun.

He grinned as he shoved his pants and underwear down to his knees freeing the full nine inches of his erection. Stepping out of them, he was completely naked.

He turned the water on to start filling the tub, then turned away from the mirror, spreading his cheeks to reveal the puckered and well-used rosebud of his asshole.

“Damn, I’d fuck me in a heartbeat. Maybe I should call Dave and see what he’s doing this Saturday …”

He stopped for a moment and frowned. To arrange that for Saturday night, he had a decision tomorrow. His plans for tonight however were some solo fun tonight though. Seeing he had several minutes before the bathtub would be ready, Jack strolled out of the room to do a tour of his apartment completely unclothed, casually ignoring that the blinds on his windows were not drawn as he walked by them with his erection bobbing with each step.

“Let ’em look, if they want. It’s not like they haven’t seen a parade of guys and never girls coming and going!”

He paused in front of his living room window, then bent over at the waist to moon anyone watching. Just in case that didn’t bother anyone, Jack wet two fingers and slid them inside, briefly finger-fucking himself before withdrawing them and sucking them clean.

A glance towards the bathroom told Jack the tub was full and almost ready. After a satirical bow to his audience across the way, he sauntered into the bathroom and pulled the plug. As the water spun its way down the drain, he did some stretching exercises, including bending to touch his toes.

This pose put his face deliciously close to his erection.

“Mmmm … I wonder …”

He had seen a few videos on the internet, and wondered if he might be able to do it, too. But he had something else kinky to do first. His latest boyfriend was turning out to be a bit of a prude, something Jack couldn’t understand.

“For God’s sake, he fucks me bareback a couple of times a week. According to the news, that makes us perverts with a death wish!”

Of course, it had taken Jack weeks of wheedling to get him to forgo protection. But Jack had to admit, as bed partners went, Todd was proving to be a bit of a dud, even if he was hung like a stallion. Jack shrugged. Todd was out of town visiting family, so he was free to indulge one of his favorite kinks, if only by himself.

The water was drained, so Jack stepped into the tub and laid down on the now warm ceramic. Next, he scooted down to the end, and slowly walked his legs up the wall until his legs were well above his head and he was resting on his upper back. The position made his bladder ache, and Jack was almost ready to let relief come.

Swinging his legs free and over his head until his heels made contact with the far wall of the tub put his groin directly over Jack’s face, with barely six inches between it and the head of his cock.

He held that position for a minute, making sure he could stay that way until he was done. Jack opened his mouth wide and extended his tongue in anticipation of what was to come next — then he relaxed and let go.

He felt the relief all the way to his toes as a virtual geyser of hot piss erupted from his urethra, spraying his hair, his forehead, into his eyes, nose, and straight into his waiting his mouth.

He had been drinking fruit juice all day in anticipation of this, so his piss was sweet to the taste as he swallowed it down. Todd had never agreed to do piss-play, so it had been several months since Jack had gotten to drink any other than the occasional snuck Dixie cup. Jack was determined to make up for it now, even s he was aware it was helping him make his decision.

Shaking away those thoughts, Jack concentrated on enjoying himself and gulping down the last few gouts before his bladder emptied itself back into his stomach.

“Dammit, I want more!”

He was still thirsty and he knew what kind he wanted to try next. Reaching up to grab himself by the hips, Jack pulled his groin downwards, lifting his head, mouth still agape, at the same time.

Five inches.

Four inches.

His back was starting to hurt, but not enough to offset the thrill of what he was attempting.

Three inches.

Now a mere two inches separated his mouth and the head of his rock-hard cock. He could smell the heady musk of his genitals at this range.

One inch.

Jack could feel himself drooling. With one more pull downwards, the head slipped inside his mouth, and he was able to clamp his lips shut around the gland.

“Oh my God, I’m doing it — I’m sucking my own cock.”

Jack realized his back was not hurting that bad, and decided to try to try to go deeper. Wrapping his arms around the backs of his legs to get a better grip, Jack found he could exert more pressure downwards. Now it was a matter of seeing how much of his own cock Jack could get down his throat.

One inch. Two inches. Three. Four.

Five. Jack exulted to realize his cock was more than half its length down his own throat.

Six. His back was hurting, but not enough to make him give up with is goal so close.

Seven. Eight.

His back was screaming in protest when Jack slid his nine inches all the way down his gullet, burying his nose in his own pubic bush. The flavor was intoxicating. Cock, in his opinion, tasted great no matter what, but —

“I can die happy right now if I manage to make myself cum like this!”

Invigorated past any restraint by his lust, Jack let his cock slip out of his mouth back to the glans before pulling the entire length back into his throat, then began repeating the process as fast as he could. He could feel his orgasm building.

“I can do this!” he thought, “I can shoot my load in my own mouth!”

Not swallowing his own load did not even cross his mind as he felt his orgasm starting. He again let his cock slide back out until just the head was still in his mouth. Sperm jetted out of the end, filling his mouth. He gulped the cum down as fast as it shot, loving the sensation and the flavor until he was spent.

It was the hardest, Jack admitted to himself, that he had cum in the past five months.
He reluctantly let go, and straightened out in the tub, to the relief of his now brutally sore back and neck.

“It was fucking worth it though!”

Running his tongue across his teeth, Jack could still taste his piss and cum. The flavor was enough to pump his shrinking erection back to its full length. Stroking himself the whole time, he retrieved his phone and called Todd with the bad news. To Jack’s relief, he took the news without rancor or surprise.

Dave picked up on the third ring.

Jack was ready to ask him what he was up to Saturday night when he looked down at his cock. As it turned out, Dave had the next day off, and Jack didn’t have to be at work until late in the afternoon. Dave, Jack knew, was always up for whatever raunchy fun he could get into.

“Can you do me a favor on your way over?”

“Sure.”

“Stop by the store and buy a gallon of orange juice. No, buy two. One for me … and one for you to drink. I had something to drink just a bit ago, but I’m still … thirsty.”