The guy's profile said, "One specific kink. I'm seriously into it, but I'll enjoy pretty much anything."
"One Specific Kink" I'm always curious about what it is. There's certain things I won't touch, but you won't know until you try, right?
My first few messages were the typical warmup back-and-forth, what's going on, where you at, how's it going...blah blah blah. He seemed like your regular old dude, a few years older than my thirty eight.
The message I'd been waiting for came up, "So...what's the one specific kink?"
There was a long pause. I figured I'd scared him off. It happens, right? I closed the app and went through the checkout at the grocery store I'd been shopping at. I loaded the car up, noting that I'd need to replace one of my reusable bags pretty soon.
I got into the drivers' seat, hit the button and grabbed my phone out, ostensibly to plug it in and listen to tunes. The phone opened up to the app, showing I had two messages. First was, "The Kink...Pee." Second was, "You interested?"
I'd been in a dry spell with guys for a while. My wife was working on her Master's and working full time. I saw her one day out of the week, and this wasn't it. Other than my right hand, I'd been chaste for almost five months. Yeah, the wife had thrown me a pity fuck about a month ago. It'd made me feel like hell.
There could have been one or two encounters. A regular buddy of mine had been in town for a weekend but things hadn't worked out.
So here it was. An offer for a hookup. I sent him a message, "Yeah, how about an hour? Give us enough time to take a shower and whatnot."
He sent me a few messages between the store and the house, things like he was into pee, but it wasn't necessary. He was married, so it would have to be on the DL. He wasn't much into doing anything oral, would I be OK with that? He was a pretty set top, not much into bottoming.
Things started getting more and more exclusive and I was kind of thinking he didn't want to hookup about the time I was out of the shower and cleaned up. I looked at my phone the second I was out of the shower to see an address, probably five minutes away.
The house was big. McMansion big. It was sitting back from the main road about 300 feet or so and on the other side of a small copse of pine trees. You could see through them, but you had to know what you were looking for.
There was a garage to the left. It was a large four-car setup, and the door furthest from the house was open. He'd asked me to go there.
I pulled my car up to the door but not in. I got out and walked in to see a small man-cave type setup built in. There was a few toolboxes, a weight bench, a large TV hanging on the wall. It was currently playing some gay fetish flick, a guy was strapped to a St. Andrew's cross with a machine attached to an uncomfortably large dildo fucking his ass. It wasn't my thing.
"I just put on something random. Don't let it intimidate you, I don't have a cross." He was a few inches shorter than my 5'11", quite a few pounds more than my hundred and eighty. I'd say he was somewhat...less than average in the looks department, with a chubby face and bulging eyes, a mustache/goatee combo that was thinner than it needed to be for 'attractive'. His weight sat down at his stomach, his legs and arms were thin. It gave him this sort of humpty-dumpty look. He was wearing a pair of khakis and a short-sleeve button down, but no socks or shoes.
I wasn't too concerned about his looks, I've had a TON of fun with people who weren't traditionally attractive or well built.
I reached out my hand and started to introduce myself when he said, "I don't need to know your name, your screen name is good enough." He walked past me and shut the garage door. As soon as it hit the floor he started unbuttoning his shirt.
'This must be one of those get-it-over-with hookups' I thought and started taking my own clothes off. I'd folded my shirt and pants and set them on top of one of the toolboxes. The summer day outside had been stiflingly hot and the garage, now with the door shut was only slightly less overbearing. He had an air conditioner somewhere that was doing it's best though.
When everything was off I turned back towards him. He'd just thrown his clothes onto the floor and was standing there, wearing a pair of women's underwear. They were a silk, light blue and green bikini item that did a fantastically poor job of covering up what looked like a massive cock. Bigger than normal by a lot.
I walked to the center of the room and took a seat on the weight bench. The gent walked over to the toolbox closest to where a CLS was parked, opened up the top drawer and pulled out a big pump bottle of lubricant. "So," He started, rubbing himself through the silk, "How do you feel about my...uh...fetish?"
I'd only occasionally thought about pee stuff. I'd had a boyfriend in college that got into it when he got drunk, but all it came down to was either me holding his dick when he pissed or vice versa. Once in the shower he'd had an urge and peed on my cock and balls. I'd been pretty ambivalent about the whole thing. It was awesome doing naked things, but the urine thing had been neither here nor there for me.
"I...uh...don't want to drink it?" I said/asked.
He chuckled, taking a swig of water out of his bottle, offering me one. "No drinking, got it. Anything else?"
I couldn't think of anything and told him as much. Over the moment or so that had passed, his cock head had broken the top of his waistband. It was thick. It was circumcised, the scar being wider than I was familiar with most of the time. The head itself was a tan-purple and big.
He walked towards me, taking a spot just in front of me. "Let me out of my panties, balls and cock. Suck me when I'm out."
I pulled the front of the panties down and let him out. His thickness was immediately apparent as it came out, but he wasn't uniformly thick. It started out girthy and went maybe six inches down and widened even more. I estimated him, mostly hard, at a touch over eight inches. His thickness was just under the size of one of those energy drink cans.
I must have taken too long looking, "I told you to suck it. What are you waiting for?"
