The Life on Mars Anonymous Pornfest
Please Note: I've declared the Pornfest over (as I can't be bothered to keep the prompt list up-to-date!) So any new prompts posted will be deleted. However, I do encourage you to post any anon fic in response to the existing prompts and comment on the lovely responses that we've already got
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“I want to be yours Gene. That’s all I’ve ever wanted - all I ever want - to be yours. But you need to mark your territory Gene. Otherwise who knows who else will be sniffing around me? In the office, on the street, in the pub. All those men. Do you want them all thinking they can have me? If you don’t mark me, how will they know they can’t?”
That got the expected reaction and more. All thoughts of embarrassment and shame left Gene replaced by some faceless, thus-far non-existent bastard who turned up to whisk Sam back out of his life and into his bed. His reaction was swift and violet. He grabbed Sam’s shoulder and pushed him back further so his head and neck rested on the tiled wall, making his hips and spread thighs push further up to him. Propping one foot up on the side of the bath, he grasped his cock firmly.
Sam’s breathing immediately became laboured and hitched at the sight - of the knowledge of what was about to happen, and his cock bobbed in excitement and anticipation.
“You’re a dirty whore Tyler, you know that?” Gene growled through gritted teeth.
“Yeah I do,” he threw back, so worked up he could barely talk. “Now are you going to make me your dirty whore or not?”
Playing on Genes possessiveness, jealously, and obvious desire for him may have been slightly underhanded, but Sam consoled himself with the fact that it was all for a good cause. The sooner Gene let go of his inhibitions, the sooner they could have the kind of wild, kinky, endlessly fulfilling sex only two people who knew everything about each other sexually can have.
Gene’s cock had softened somewhat, making the stream from the tip flow easier that it would have otherwise. It started as a soft trickle, but gathered speed and thickness as Gene became more confident, angling it to hit Sam’s spread thighs. As soon as the stream of urine hit his skin, Sam moaned wantonly, arching up into the wet heat, feeling it cover his legs and drip down into the bath in rivulets. He couldn’t help but stare at the golden liquid as it fell from Gene’s cock and moved erotically over his body, the sight of Gene claiming him almost too much.
Gene became emboldened by Sam’s reaction and from that point on started to really take control. He moved his penis up until the liquid was hitting Sam in the chest, getting creative and directing it over his stiff nipples, which caused Sam to let out a series of sexy mewls he didn’t think a human could produce. The urine was pooling in the bottom of the tub now, and Gene knew he didn’t have much left in him, despite all he drank. Before he finished he knew he had to do one more thing or it would drive him crazy, especially after Sam's provocative words about claiming him. Jerking his cock down, he let the stream of hot piss hit Sam’s hard cock, groaning and crying out along with Sam as it drenched his pubic hair, dick and balls. Reasonably he knew it wasn’t true, but he certainly felt better thinking he’d now definitively claimed Sam’s cock as his own.
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My second-ever boyfriend liked me to pee on his face, on the front passenger seat of his car. Which I found weird at the time being only 17 and relatively innocent.
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