Piss Boy

Timothy is determined to get back on his own two feet as quickly as possible. As much as he’s been enjoying his best friend’s company and using his holes whenever the mood strikes, he’s growing more tired of being stuck in his home every day and wanting to get back out there and find some pussy. At the end of the day, he’s still a straight guy making the best of a bad situation.

With this motivation in mind, Timothy works himself very hard physically, doing multiple laps around his house without the boot on his foot and is sweating heavily. Marco had been giving him lots of Gatorade, and encouraging him along the way. 

Suddenly, Timothy stops his workout and declared he’s had enough and…

”Bro, I’ve got to take a fucking leak and I don’t think I can make it to the bathroom. Fuck man, I can’t hold it any longer.”

Marco is somewhat caught off guard when he sees Timothy yank down his shorts and grab onto his cock.  Instinct kicked in, and Marco drops to his knees on the carpet, fully clothed in a white Nike t-shirt and blue Nike basketball shorts. 

“Aaahhhhhhh”, Timothy sighs as his golden liquid excrement lands right on Marco’s white shirt, soaking its front entirely before aiming his steam right in Marco’s open mouth, then up to douse his hair, back down to his face, ultimately ending in him shaking his cock off right in Marco’s open mouth.  Marco is overcome by the stinging in his eyes, his nostrils flaring from the acrid stretch filling his nose, and his cock, though smaller in stature than all 3 men in his sexual life, was as hard as stone, displaying an obvious tent that appeared to constrained in its trappings.

”Shit you fucker, you’re covered in my piss. I wish you could have seen your face as I drained my cock all over you. Next time I’m gonna record it. I can’t believe you get off on this. Look at your boner, bro. Come on, get up and help me get to the shower. I think we both need one.”

With that butt plug still inserted in his ass, Marco gingerly rises from his knees and attempts to grab onto Timothy to walk him down the hallway to the bathroom. 

“Hey, don’t touch me! You better take off your clothes first. I ain’t into piss like you, perv.”

”Ummmm, ok. Can I wash my things here? If I come home like this my dad will kill me!”

”I should make you go home like that so you’re dad can see just what kind of sick fuck he has for a son, but I like you too much and you’ve been good to me. So yes, you can but hurry up because I can’t stand up too much longer!”

Marco peeled off his urine-soaked clothes and began a short wash cycle and now completely naked, except for the butt plug, he grabs onto Timothy’s shoulders as he limps toward the shower.

After setting the water at a decent temperature, the two enter the shower stall and Timothy pushes his friend under the water and hands him the soap. 

“I think you need to go first. I can’t stand the smell of you!”

Marco washed his hairy body from head to toe ensuring all the urine has been removed from his body. He wishes he could stay drenched in it all day, but that fantasy will need to play out another time. This time, back in reality, he does get the privilege to see his lifelong crush nude and gets to take the bar of soap and pass it it through Timothy’s entire body. Timothy, the high-school jock, does have a flawless body, and when Marco’s hands began to wash down Timothy’s chest, and then move his way down to Timothy’s cock, his own began to rise up once again. 

“Mmmmmmmmm”, the two of them simultaneously moaned. Marco getting off on the feel of Timothy’s blood-filled erection in his hands and Timothy’s cock's reaction to Marco’s sensual touch.

”I ought to pull that fucking butt plug out your asshole and fuck you right here, but I know your father will send his Italian mobsters after me. Get on your knees and I’ll let you suck me off, bro. I haven’t cum since yesterday and I gotta get off!”

With the water flowing down Timothy’s back, Marco once again took his position on his knees, before his friend and willingly opened his mouth and took that beautiful dick into his mouth. He began to use his tongue purposefully, using its length to stimulate all of the nerve endings of the cock in front of him. Marco used one hand to pump the shaft while really working over the spongy helmet. Timothy couldn’t hold back any longer, he pushed Marco’s hand and mouth away and after just a few long strokes with his own hand, cum began to splatter all over Marco’s short beard and into his mouth. As the hot cum painted his face, Marco tugged on his cock and his load landed right onto the shower floor.

”Fuck, you look like such a slut with my load all over your face. You better clean it off before you go home. Your dad will kill both of us!”

”My dad said you can’t fuck me, he never said anything about you giving me a facial.  I think we’ll be okay.”

Marco was careless and didn’t do a good job of completely cleaning off his beard. The downside of a bearded face is it does leave evidence behind if one isn’t careful. This would come to bite him on the ass later that afternoon.

Marco helped his friend pull on a pair of shorts and helped him wrap his wound, put on the boot and get him back on the sofa. Marco placed his clothes in the dryer  long enough for his shorts to dry, but his shirt needed just a little longer.

Gianni was becoming more agitated by the minute. He sent his son across the street to feed Timothy lunch and help him with his exercises. He wondered what the heck was taking his son so long. His cock was raging at the idea of fucking that ass and wanted it now. Gianni was texting his son and never received a response.

Gianni decided to see for himself. He knew that two 20-year old horny boys couldn’t be trusted left to their own devices. He’d also worked out that his homo son had an endless sexual appetite and was quite the whore, giving up his holes to his best friend and his best friend's father.  He’s need to fix that! Gianni made his way across the street and rang the doorbell, startling the two young men.

When Marco answered the door wearing just his shorts, Gianni was already suspicious. He assertively let himself inside the vestibule.

”Where’s your shirt, son?”

”Ummm, it’s in the dryer, dad?”

”Why is it in the dryer, frocio (faggot)?”

”Because it got wet when I helped Timothy in the shower, dad.”

”Is that where you got that dried cum all over your beard, troia (slut)?”

“Dad, don’t be mad. Please!”

Gianni grabbed Marco by his neck and pushed him further inside the house towards where Timothy was on the sofa.

”Did you do this? Did you cum all over my faggot son’s face?”

”Aaahhh, yeah, I guess so.”

”You taking advantage of my son. Not anymore. I’m gonna show you what you’re going to be missing from now on. Get over here, boy, let me see your ass! Bend over!”

Timothy’s eyes bulged out of his head, he couldn’t believe what was happening!

Gianni placed his finger around the base of the butt plug and yanked it out in one pull. 

“Ooowwwwww fuck!”

”Stai zitto, son (shut up)!”

Gianni pulled out his cock and spit onto his hand and rubbed it over its length. Then he got behind his son, who was leaning over the back of the sofa, staring into Timothy’s eyes as his father plugged up that hole once more only this time with his fat stick! 

“That’s right. This culo is mine now, troia!”

Gianni placed his thick hands on each side of Marco’s waist and repeatedly battered his son’s innards, Marco howling from the force. Timothy having just nutted all over his friend’s face was too appalled to get himself hard again. He couldn’t believe a man would treat his son so harshly. At the same time, he notices Marco’s pained expression had morphed into one of ecstasy, and Marco’s hand reached for his own cock. Timothy was dumbfounded that his friend could be turned on by this. 

Gianni was having none of it. He grabbed onto Marco’s wrists and pulled them back so Marco could no longer access his cock. Gianni began to gyrate his hips and then he really went to town his uncut cock flying in and out of his son’s gaping hole. When Gianni paused and grunted like an animal, his seed marking his territory, Marco could feel his father’s ejaculation, his dick dancing inside his hole, filling it up with seed.

Just when he was pulling his dick out of his son’s ass, the front door opened and Matt appeared.

”What the fuck is going on here!”