I let go shot after shot, filling him up, turning him on. Maybe a minute of this action was enough to reach the brim before dribbles of yellow gold stared dribbling down Peter’s legs.
“Seems that you’re full,” I stated the obvious, although I had not drained my bladder completely, “I’m going to withdraw my fingers, and I want you to clench your arsehole tight shut.”
Peter did as instructed, but it was apparent that he was uncomfortable, both from sensation of being full and the hot liquid sloshing about inside. I told him to mount the bench, holding on to the back rest and squatting down on the seat. He struggled to do that, and he was having difficulty keeping his bung shut.
“Hold it for as long as you can!”
“I’m trying, but I feel like I’m going to shit myself.”
After Peter got into position, I stood next to him, facing away and spread his cheeks far apart. A jet of recycled piss shot out of his arse.
'Hold it in!" I hissed at him in frustration https://wickedsick.tv .
“It’s even harder to do that now that you spread me open.”
“That’s the whole point,” I patiently explained, “The harder you try, the better the feeling of relief will be.”
I’ve seen this filthy act performed on a Max Hardcore scud vid a few years ago, and this piss enema was undoubtedly a weird thing to be doing on a Friday night.
When it became evident that Peter simply couldn’t hold my piss inside his arsehole any longer, I gave him permission to let it go and I gently grabbed his rock-hard shaft and began pumping it. Jet after jet of filthy butt piss shot out of Peter’s long-suffering shitter on the grass in front of the bench. He alternated with grunting as he evacuated his bowels and groans from being massaged. My eyes were firmly fixed on that O-ring opening and closing like a camera aperture, followed by the hiss of fluid being expelled. It was a marvellous site!
