The Unexpected Meeting Ch. 05
Adam sipped from his highball glass, the ice clinking lightly against the side, and let out a sigh of satisfaction. The whiskey and Coke combo hit the spot perfectly after a huge, cheese-heavy dinner. He patted his bulging belly and belched.
"Fuckin' ew, dude!" Miles yelled, scooting further down the couch. Adam cackled and blew air in Miles' direction, prompting Miles to deflect with a pillow—which was immediately hucked in Adam's direction. Adam yelped as he moved to protect his drink, and a splash of cold liquid slopped over the side and landed directly in his pubes, splattering his dick.
"Ah! Ah! Cold!" Adam yelped, setting his glass on the coffee table. He hopped to his feet and danced around, droplets of Coke flipping off of his penis as it flopped up and down.
"Oh hush, you big baby," Miles said, standing up. Adam narrowed his eyes jokingly. Miles walked around the table—with an offhand "Whew. I'm a little drunk"—and stood in front of Adam. Looking him directly in the eye, Miles dropped down to his knees and proceeded to lick the liquid off of Adam's body. Adam closed his eyes and let his head fall back as the soft warmth of Miles' dextrous tongue teased every sensitive nerve in his dick. Blood rushed into his abdomen, and his cock came to life, rising up off of his testicles and poking Miles' beard. Miles licked the end of it playfully, and then stood up.
"Rude!" Adam complained, waggling his erection back and forth.
Miles snorted. "It's gonna fuckin' fall off if you cum much more today," he said, giving it a light swat with his hand as he turned back to the couch.
"So?" Adam replied with mock petulance. He was rewarded with only a side eye from Miles, who turned away from returning to the couch and wandered over toward the glass door in the windowed side of the living room. He tested the handle, and the door swung open on smooth hinges. The sun had just begun to set, and the air would have been warm, had they not been forty stories in the air. Adam snickered as the brisk breeze smacked into Miles' naked body, sending him scurrying away from the door.
Miles glowered facetiously at Adam. "You could have warned me," he grumbled.
Adam shrugged and smiled slyly. He reached toward the couch and grabbed a thick, oversized wool-knit blanket that hung tastefully over the back of the sectional. Even on his over-six-foot frame, the blanket dragged across the floor as he wrapped it around his shoulders and strode over to Miles. Enveloping the smaller-framed man with strong arms, he turned them together toward the door and began penguin-walking them toward it. He could feel tingles running along his body as he moved and his penis jostled against the soft muscles of Miles' ass.
The breeze was still present, but the thick wool knit of the blanket almost entirely blocked it, and the concrete floor of the balcony was slightly warm from the sun. Miles seemed surprised at first by the blanket's resilience. "What is this sorcery?" he quipped, his voice sounding ever so slightly thicker from the alcohol.
"Alpaca. The darkest of the magical livestock," Adam replied in kind. He had a pleasant buzz going as well.
"It's glorious," Miles said, snuggling even closer to Adam.
Adam moved them toward the outdoor chairs he kept on the balcony, and grabbed one through the blanket, dragging it across to the glass rail. "I'd grab two, but there's only one blanket," he said, kissing the top of Miles' head.
"Mmmhm," came Miles' languid response.
He set the chair down, in front of the small stretch of balcony that faced the setting sun on their left. "Nice thing about a corner condo: I can actually see the sunset, unlike my poor neighbors." He indicated with a jerk of his head, and Miles craned around to see.
"Oof, yeah, that's too bad for them," he said, on seeing the privacy wall that blocked vision to the balcony next door.
"They can see it by leaning out, or when it's setting a little further North, but this is so much better," Adam said, as he started to sit down on the chair. He pulled Miles down with him, and onto his lap.
"Ooh. Oh my," Miles said suggestively, shifting his hips back and forth as Adam's half hard penis smushed against the smaller man's ass crack. Adam pinched his ass and shoved him slightly to the side, pushing up against the other side to give Miles room. Miles let out a quiet "Eep!" as the blanket shifted and revealed part of his legs to the breeze, but it was quickly remedied as he slid into the small gap between Adam's thick leg and the arm of the chair.
"My ass is too fat," Miles groused, as he lodged himself into the side and shifted his hips back and forth, trying to shove further down. Adam could feel Miles' long dick touching the top of his thigh.
"Mmm," was Adam's only reply, as his left hand abandoned Miles' shoulder to snake down and rub the side of the younger man's ass.
Miles seemed to have given up on trying to adjust, having resolved himself to sitting mostly on Adam's lap. Adam liked that better anyway. His boner was shoved slightly to the right, pressed against the right side of Adam's butt. Miles reached behind him and gave it a couple of fond strokes, before grabbing the front of the blanket and pulling it tighter around them.
They sat like that for twenty minutes or so, watching the sun set over the water that butted up against the city's western edge, golden light shimmering across the ripples and glinting on the faces of the other skyscrapers.
Adam noticed Miles fidgeting slightly early on, but didn't take much note of it. As the sun neared the horizon, however, the shifting back and forth of Miles' hips became more noticeable. "You ok?" Adam asked.
Miles' groaned lightly and grabbed himself with one hand. "I'm just buzzed and I need to pee bad. I'm gonna have to miss the last bit of the sunset," he said thickly, starting to slide toward the edge of Adam's lap.
A flutter of excitement settled in Adam's stomach. "I didn't say you could leave," he said nonchalantly, his hairy forearm snaking around to grab Miles around the stomach, pulling him back onto Adam's lap.
Miles made a cursory attempt to escape. "No, I really have to, lemme go." He shoved lightly at Adam's arm. "I'm not gonna pee myself three times in one day."
Adam grunted and smiled mischievously. "Well then, you're gonna have to hold it. You can't miss the best part of the sunset."
They sat for another minute or so, the sun's colors turning from bright gold to deep orange, tinged with pink. "Wow," Adam breathed. Suddenly he felt a jet of warm liquid hit his thigh and run down into the blanket under them. It stopped as quickly as it started.
Miles said nothing. Adam poked his side and said in mock surprise, "Miles!"
"Whaaat?" Miles said, shying away from Adam's finger, his voice still thick from the cocktails. "I hafta go. Had to let off a little pressure." As Miles spoke, Adam felt another jet of pee hit his leg and soak into the blanket.
"A little?" Adam murmured sarcastically. The next stream of piss started only a second later, and lasted significantly longer, drenching the hair on his leg and causing a large wet patch on the blanket under them. Adam's dick had long since risen to attention, and throbbed against the side of Miles' butt, foreskin dragging against the man on his lap.
"Please?" Miles begged. "I'm gonna ruin your nice chair!"
Adam was implacable. "It's waterproof. But you really should be able to hold it. We can go inside in just a few minutes." Miles groaned, but didn't say anything more. Adam felt another flutter of excitement as he felt Miles' cock puff up and lift away from his leg.
Thirty seconds or so later, Miles moaned quietly and let his head sag forward slightly. Suddenly hot liquid began flowing down onto Adam's lap from Miles' own. Adam moved his hand into Miles' lap, touching Miles' long erection as it sprayed piss all over Miles' chest and stomach. "Aw, Miles. You can't hold it?" Adam said, lust and alcohol clouding his voice. The blanket under them was already soaked, and he could hear liquid dripping onto the concrete beneath the chair.
"I said I couldn't!" Miles said, in a slightly inebriated whine.
"It's ok," Adam said softly. His hand curled around the shaft of Miles' cock as it continued to spray piss everywhere. "We can wash the blanket." He used the wetness dripping down Miles' dick as lubricant, lightly stroking Miles' thick member. "Here, see? I have to go too," Adam said. He grunted lightly as he pushed his muscles to release. He felt his foreskin fill with a warm trickle of pee, which grew into a torrent as his over-full bladder finally released. He moaned in relief and let go of Miles' penis, reaching down to his own and pushing the head toward Miles until he was pissing somewhere onto him—Adam couldn't tell where, exactly.
"Pfft... Thanks," Miles said sarcastically. He shifted slightly, facing a bit more towards Adam, and suddenly Adam felt Miles' stream redirected onto his chest. Adam snorted lightly, but didn't move to stop him. The hot piss cascading down his chest felt good, and the warm haloed glow of the sun shining through Miles' hair caused his mind to blank slightly. He looks like some Greek hero, came Adam's mildly drunken thought. He couldn't keep from snorting lightly at his own sappiness.
"What?"
Adam smiled and stared at Miles' face for another few seconds before answering. "Nothing. You're just... beautiful," he said with a light shrug.
"Ugh," Miles said, with an eye roll that couldn't disguise the blushing smile that passed across his face. Adam felt Miles' stream of piss slow and trickle to a halt, and Miles shifted back around to face the last of the sunset.
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