After my early morning sex with Jacob, I couldn't sleep, but he certainly could. I lay in bed for an hour holding him, reflecting on demands I had put into place but no one seemed to honor. I was the only one who called Angel by the name I had given him, Bitch. Jacob continued to call me Ole Man. Even I didn't say Ty or J.
I knew in my heart I had very little control, but I convinced myself to calm down and chill out because, in the blink of an eye, I could lose everything I had worked so hard to build over the last forty years.
With the sun rising, I roll Jacob off of me and onto his side, and I crawl out of bed, draping the sheet across his naked, beautiful body. I walk out the screen door onto the porch nude, standing at the edge of the porch, and breathe in the fresh morning air. It is still slightly dark, the sun low on the horizon, and the air is cool. From behind me, Angel says, "Good morning."
Startled, I turn and see him sitting in a rocker with a bottle of cold coffee in his hand. In true Angel style, he is wearing a black wrap-around towel robe embroidered with a "D" and scandals.
"Hey, morning, Bitch." I reply. "I've gotta piss." I say as I turn back to the edge of the porch.
"WAIT!"
Angel jumps up, removes the towel, runs down the steps, gets on his knees directly in front of me, and says, "Let it rain on me!"
I start pissing directly on his head, piss hitting him in his hair, face, chin, chest, and lips. I continue to pee for a while. Once, the thought went through my mind that I couldn't believe how much piss I had to pee out! The yellow stream of pee continued to flow for a good two minutes!
Finally, the stream of hot piss starts to ease up, and Angel takes my cock in his hand and guides it into his mouth, where the last stream of piss pours down his throat, and he starts sucking my cock, twirling his tongue over the head, the piss hole and down the shaft. I could feel my cock growing hard in his mouth as he massaged my prominent dick head and thick shaft.
I see Angels' right hand jacking his dick as his well-manicured, soft long fingers of his left hand, with a gold and diamond band on his ring finger, massage my ball sack. His smooth hand felt so nice!
I'm standing there, eyes closed, and enjoying my blow job when I feel a cold hand on my ass, then a finger moving toward my butthole. The finger is circling the hole, almost tickling the exit, then suddenly enters the hole! I groaned and found myself loving the feeling!
The finger went deeper inside me just as my rock-hard cock went deeper down Angels' throat. And then I felt it! My prostate was being tickled! The sensation. I had made me arch my back, and my body shake! I realized I had done this exact same move on Jacob last night when I laughed about him having an internal organism! I suddenly understood the sensation his body felt as mine was now feeling the same pleasure.
