So it's been way too hot not to get wet, right? Met a guy this week at his place for what I hoped would be "fun." He's "hinted" several times about hoping to get hit with a bucket of water so I wasn't sure how it would happen. I brought over some fixin's for making a mess and a few beers. We decided to talk for a while on the patio with a beer. His neighbors were on their roof deck and other windows had lights on. I acted like I didn't notice the hose laying in the middle of the patio or the large bucket of water his dog took a quick drink from. The neigherborhood quieted down and I asked if he wanted a second beer. I left the door slightly open when I returned and headed behind him to close it after putting the beers down on the table. It was "easy" for me to pickup the bucket and hold it over his chest. He's now grinning in a grey t and black mesh shorts. I poured half the bucket on him. Even though it was dark, you could see his shirt change color and his shorts became clinging and shiny. He started rubbing his hardon thru his shorts. I had hoped by holding the bucket for a few extra seconds would help get him "started." I mean, he's been hoping to have a bucket water thrown on him, and I just obliged. I mean, please, he preset the bucket anyway. I finished emptying the bucket on him. He just sat there grinning with a hardon. I helped myself to touch some wet shorts while I grabbed the hose. I pushed it up his pant leg and pressed the trigger. He winced not because the water was cold, but because he so aroused. He was wearing briefs and I would roll his shorts up to expose his hardon outlined in his briefs. I chewed on it thru his briefs, sucking the water from the fabric. I also gave him a few minutes of a bj right there in his urban backyard. His knee was twitching. Then he said I should get get wet too.
By now, I should have been a little wet from touching him, but not really. He grabbed the hose an aimed at my chest. I was in kakhi shorts, white t, an open blue button shirt with rolled up sleeves and dark boxers. Man did that feel good. It was hot and humid, I had his wet underwear in my hand, and I winced because it made me aroused. I sat back on the chair and he thoroughly soaked me, then shoved the hose up my pant leg. When he stopped, I just sat there, listening to the quiet after the water stopped, feeling relaxed, every inch of me wet, and rock hard. He started touching me, and we spent another 20 minutes swapping ownership of the hose. You could see my boxers thru my shorts.
He asked me to go inside and we dropped our shorts. Then he wanted to go upstairs. He had already had a pie made on the table when I first arrived, and I brought canned whipped cream and strawberry sauce. He was grabbing paper towels and I don't know what else when I took the whipped cream and sprayed his crotch standing right there in the kitchen. He let me rub his butt too. He took me right upstairs which created a little mess as he moved thru the rooms. I offered to get towels and took advantage of the moment to open the strawberry sauce (he didn't want to use the chocolate sauce since it might stain our clothes. Hmmm, but it's chocolate...). When I got into the bathroom, he held a pie up near my face, holding for a few seconds like I had waited with the bucket. Now, I admit it freely here in pubic for the first time that I had never experienced a pie in the face before. He had used real pie crust too. I took it like a man, smelling the cream and feeling the grit of the crust. He had a great laugh and I said he was next. This time, without skipping a beat, I lifted a pie and went straight in for the kill. While he was digging out his face, I reached for the bright red strawberry sauce. He took a good dose of that to his head, and then so did I. Then he grabbed our dicks together and poured sauce on them too. Now that was a hot mental image. It was also great lube. Red sauce was on our shirts, our hair, on his briefs and my boxers. He got close to cumming and backed off, but this made me close. As we started the next stroking session, I finished off with a huge orgasm shooting onto his "red" briefs. He backed off again. He showed me how to operate his shower and I started cleaning up. He asked me to shampoo and stay under the water while he jerked off. I was totally relaxed by now and all I wanted to do was get the goop out of my hair, so it was easy to oblige. In a few minutes, he popped his cork, too.
Clean up took a little while. He stayed upstairs and I was in the kitchen. I changed into new clothes I had brought along "just in case," and drove home smelling whipped cream. I guess the stuff got up in my nose, and I smelled it all night long. So, lesson learned: when using whipped cream, buy the good stuff. Oh, and strawberry sauce makes a pretty good lube. Just sayin'.