I travel a lot and present classes on BDSM around the country. It is a labor of love, since there seems to be very little money in doing it. My greatest reward is meeting so many people, and specifically so many men into kink and leather. At one event a few years ago, a friend’s boy was having a birthday celebration, and we had corresponded about doing something special to celebrate and commemorate the occasion.
The conference was being held in a private campground/resort near the shores of a lake. The celebration was to take place on the final night of the conference and would require the participation of a number of other men. To make arrangements I did a lot of texting, emailing and calling to explain the details of what was planned.
My friend who was celebrating his 30th birthday was in a Daddy/boy relationship, he being the boy. His Daddy, a handsome greying man of about 50, would not be present because of pressing work duties, but he had entrusted his boy to me for the event. The boy, a very fit man with pronounced abs and a butt that begged to be spanked and fucked, was pretty much in-tow with me for the event.
We had a running joke––yes leathermen do joke and have a lot of fun outside the activities you would expect. The joke was that the boy was so clueless he couldn’t pour piss out of a boot with the directions on the heel. In reality, he was a registered nurse and very smart.
To find out if the joke had any basis in reality, the plan was to have a boot filled with piss ready for him to prove his intelligence by emptying the contents. Of course the contents would be emptied all over him as he sat in a puddle of mud for the entertainment of the gathered guests.
I had donated one of my old Doc Martin boots to the event, and had even glued a small plaque with instructions to the heel. “Turn over and pour out.” It would make a great memento for the boy and his Daddy after it had been dried out and cleaned up a bit.
I had eight men, most of whom were older like myself and all eager to lend a helping hand. They were to meet us at the appointed time, bladders full and ready to donate their fluid to fill the boot. The boy only knew he was to meet me at sundown in accordance with his Daddy’s instructions. Knowing how kinky he was I was sure he would find the surprise very enjoyable. He, his Daddy and I had done a few scenes involving piss in the past and the boy was always delighted.
I was looking forward to seeing his taught body glistening with hot piss. I think my cock was in a state of near rigidness the whole event thinking about the surprise party. Did I mention that I am a kinky old fucker?
As the sun was setting, the boy found me chatting with a few friends near the event center refreshment tent. I was making sure I had a good supply of water in me for this surprise. He approached and in a very respectful voice said, “Good evening, Sir. May I speak with you?”
“Of course, boy”, I responded. “I’ve been expecting you.”
The boy’s eyes lit up as he stood at attention and continued, “Daddy informed me that you required this boy’s participation in something this evening.”
“Yes I do, boy,” I responded, taking in his cute body and blonde tousled hair, doing my best to hide my amusement at the situation. I was unsuccessful in hiding the growing bulge in my jeans and the boy took notice. His eyes fixed on my crotch.
I reached out my hand and lifted his chin until he was staring me in the face. “Boy, your Daddy requested I put you through a test to see if his suspicions are true.”
The other men I had recruited began gathering around. They knew what was coming and did their best to maintain straight faces.
“It will be a test of your intellect and ability to follow orders,” I said in my best serious voice.
“Sir, yes Sir!” The boy snapped to even stiffer attention. “Daddy told this boy to cooperate fully.”
“I also understand it is your birthday.”
“Sir, yes Sir,” the boy barked back. “This boy is 30 years old today.”
I smiled and replied, “Well happy birthday, boy, and I have something special planned to mark the occasion with a test.”
His eyes lit up in anticipation of some surprise, though I don’t think he had any idea of what we planned.
“Now, follow me,” I told him. He followed diligently along with my co-conspirators. We went to a far corner of the main campground to an area recently plowed, awaiting a new layer of sod. Once we arrived I stopped and positioned him standing in the freshly-tilled soil.
“Now since it’s your birthday, you need to be in your birthday suit. So strip boy!”
In a flash he removed his t-shirt and shorts, stripping down to his jock and boots, revealing his hairless chest and plump, round butt. His jock was bulging with a swelling cock.
“Everything, boy!”
He soon removed his boots, socks, and jock, carefully placing them on the nearby grass, then reassumed his stance atop the tilled soil.
“On your knees, boy!” I spat in my best drill sergeant voice.
He dutifully dropped to his knees. “Sir, yes Sir!”
That kind of response always gets my attention and my dick was standing at attention straining at the fabric of my jeans. I glanced around and saw that my co-conspirators were enjoying the scene so far. A few had even opened their pants and were stroking their sizable cocks.
I looked down at the naked and strikingly handsome young man kneeling in the dirt. “I’ve been informed by your Daddy that he wants to know if the rumors are true.”
He looked at me with a genuinely puzzled expression.
“That you are so clueless that you couldn’t pour piss out of a boot with the instructions on the heel.”
The gathered men all began laughing and now all of them had either opened their flys or had removed their pants. There were eight cocks ready and poised for what would come.
“So we have devised a little test.” I said, taking the aforementioned boot form one of my friends. “But first we have to fill the boot.”
I handed the boy the boot and positioned it just below his chin.
“Now hold it still so we don’t spill any before the test.”
The boy’s confusion turned to a realization of what was going to happen, and broke into a broad smile.
“Wipe that smile off your face, boy,” I barked. “This is serious.”
He struggled to stifle his grin.
I turned to the guys who had agreed to help out. “OK fellas, let’s fill that boot!”
I led off and opened my fly. I pulled out my already hard cock, concentrating to unleash a stream of piss, splashing off the boy’s face and finally streaming into the boot. He opened his mouth eagerly and got a good bit of my piss but he left it open so the liquid would drain from his lips into the boot below his chin. He shivered with excitement as the last of my bladder was emptied into the boot.
Next up was a tall man with a long grey beard. He had stripped naked and was stroking his cock as he approached the boy. The boy smiled and looked up in eager anticipation again as my friend directed his stream at the boy’s mouth and the boot.
Even before he had finished, another friend who apparently could not contain himself any longer stepped forward and stood beside the tall guy who was just finishing. This “donor” was younger and heavyset. He was covered in a nice coat of dark hair and would qualify as a “bear” by any criteria. His dick erupted with his pent-up piss and shot with surprising force.
The boy flinched at the heavy stream and then resettled himself in position to receive the liquid. Watching him get soaked was having a pronounced effect on me, as my dick had not softened a bit and I was shamelessly stroking it.
Two more men stepped up and began soaking the birthday boy with their “gifts”. The smile never left his face as he was pelted with piss. He would doubtlessly remember this birthday for a long time.
As the last few guys contributed to the scene, there was soon a good amount of hot steaming piss sloshing around in the boot. The boy was drenched, his cock stiff from the erotic thrill he was experiencing.
Some of the guys came around for a second round. As the tall bearded guy finished a second stream, he was rewarded by the boy licking his dick clean. Seeing that, I stepped up and offered the boy my cock, which even though my bladder was empty, he eagerly took it in his mouth, lovingly cleaning every inch with his tongue.
Soon the soil at his knees was turning to mud––a thick, piss filled mud! As I stepped back, I addressed the soaked and grinning boy. “Now, boy, that boot is full of piss. Let’s see if you can follow the instructions on the heel.”
The boy’s grin got bigger as he held the boot over his head, trying not to spill the contents and read the plaque on the heel. He began laughing as he poured the collected piss over his head. It streamed down his tight muscular body and left him in a fine puddle.
“Well, boy,” I said. “Looks like you passed the test.”
The gathered men burst into laughter and applause as the boy beamed and sat down squarely in the mud we had created.
“Now, boy, you need to thank each and every one of these men for helping prove your intelligence.” And with that I stepped up and offered the boy my hardening cock. He proceeded to suck mine until I unloaded the contents of my balls into his wet mouth.
One by one each man stepped up again and the eager muddy boy used his talents to get a second reward from each of them. Before long he was not only soaked in piss and smeared with mud, but grinning with cum dripping from his beaming face.
Once we were all done I looked down at him and saw that his cock was still erect.
“Boy,” I said, “that dick looks loaded and ready to fuck.”
“Sir, yes Sir!”
“You got a nice warm puddle of mud you’re kneeling in and I’ll bet that dick would enjoy fucking it.”
At those words he flopped on his stomach in the warm mud and began humping away with all his might. Watching his firm bubble butt thrusting into the fresh mud was a sight I won’t forget. Within minutes, it quivered and clenched as he shot a long pent-up load of cum into the mud.
He later cleaned up and told me he had reported the “results” of the test to his Daddy, much to his Daddy’s delight. That night, with Daddy’s permission, he slept in my cabin, curled against me. That firm bubble butt pressed against my crotch all night.
The following morning I made good use of it, giving him another birthday gift.
Author: Hardy Haberman
Artwork – Kyle Anderson