Piss Boy

A couple of days after Timothy’s visit, Gianni sees Marco becoming a little more despondent and with the lack of sunlight, becoming too pale. It was a gloriously warm sunny day and he thinks Marco could benefit from getting some fresh air. 

Gianni bursts into Marco’s bedroom and says, “Good Morning, Sunshine. Today’s your lucky day, we’re going to the park for a walk. But first, I gotta piss bad, “vieni ad aiutarmi, frocio” (come help me, faggot).

Marco never gets tired of tasting his father’s morning piss. This one is always the strongest in terms of flow and taste. What started off as a curious taste has turned into a full-fledged kinky addiction. Young Marco obediently squatted down on his knees, released his papa’s cock from the blue CK briefs, opened his mouth just enough to take in the entire uncut shaft and formed that familiar tight seal. Gianni had become accustomed to using his son’s mouth as his personal urinal each morning, so it didn’t take more than a couple seconds for his urine to begin draining out of his bladder. Marco’s throat making audible swallowing noises keeping up with it and careful not to spill a drop. He’d mastered the art of piss swallowing with lots of practice. Also, no longer reacting to the vile taste as it had become second nature to adjust his taste buds for whatever flavors might come his way.

After shaking off his flaccid cock on Marco’s tongue, Gianni prompted Marco to shower and pulled out a pair of light blue shorts that just barely covered his bubble butt. The front of his shorts obscenely bulging due to the metal cock cage. Instructed to go shirtless since it was so hot outside, Marco looked truly a spectacle.

Marco walked a few paces ahead of his father who had worn a form fitting tank top and looser fitting khaki shorts. Gianni wanted to keep his eyes on his son but at the same time, far enough away to not interfere with the onlookers.  Unbelievably, Marco’s cock hurt so much in that cage. The looks of disdain from others was a rush he’d not experienced before. 

Gianni called out to Marco to stop as they approached the park’s entrance. The walking path was more than a mile circumference around a pond. At the back end of the pond, just off the main path there was a small hut with public toilets. The men’s room was notorious for public cruising at all hours of the day and night. The local police hadn’t bothered to patrol it as their focus was on other criminal activity. 

Father and son walked together on the path seeing plenty of shirtless men jogging by them. A few turning their heads to take a longer gaze at Marco who was grinning from ear to ear from being outdoors, being the object of, perhaps admiration or contempt. He was proud of his body. His typically olive skin glistened nicely in the sun, his trimmed chest hair displayed for those to see, dark fur covered thighs and calves, his closely cropped beard…he was a beautiful man indeed. Nobody would suspect he was a boy being controlled by his father, in chastity and under his command.

”Frocio, I see you looking at these men. If I weren’t here I bet you’d be whoring it up with some of them right now.”

Marco didn’t say anything because he knew his father was right. 

“I have a better idea. How about I take you to the toilets and leave you in there for a few hours while I run some errands. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

”Papa, please. I know what goes on in there. I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

”You silly boy, I know what you need. Maybe if I leave you in there for a few hours you’ll get this out of your system for once and for all. Let’s go.”

Marco became more nervous as they approached the entrance to the toilets. There were two urinals next to each other and only one stall. 

Gianni pushed Marco towards the urinals and then had him squat down to his knees in the space between the two urinals. Gianni pulled out his cock and Marco opened his mouth for a repeat of what had already happened this morning. Only this time there was less piss and it tasted almost like lemon water. As Gianni was pulling up his shorts, another man walked in.

This man was maybe 50, salt & pepper beard, bald, slim, in plaid shorts and white t-shirt. He gave a nod to Gianni and asked, “May I? Are you done?”

”Please, yes he’s all yours.” 

Gianni exited the toilets and wouldn’t return for almost 3 hours. 

The older man saddled up to Marco’s face and whipped out his weiner. Marco opened his mouth and the man began to piss all over Marco’s face, finally aiming his stream into Marco’s open mouth. “Aaaaahhhh” he sighed as his bladder emptied. Marco closed his eyes and let more piss wash over him. 

“You suck?”, the man asked.

”uh huh”, Marco nodded.

The man pushed his soft cock into Marco’s mouth and Marco began to apply some good suction moving his head up and back, as it quickly grew to a good seven. Marco especially liked the bulbous head, using his tongue to pleasure it. The man appeared to be in a rush because he began to fuck Marco’s throat jutting his hips like a jackrabbit. When he was about to blow, he pulled his dick out and jerked his load all over Marco’s face and tongue. Jet after jet of hot cum landing everywhere, Marco’s eye stung and his beard had white streaks all over it.

”Thanks, boy”, the man said and swiftly left. 

Marco, still down on his knees used his fingers to swipe off the cum from his face and began to lick his fingers hungrily. That might have been THE hottest experience he’d ever had. His father thought this experience would turn him straight, but it was only feeding his inner most piggy desires. Marco couldn’t wait for the next guy to talk in.

It didn’t take long. Maybe 15 minutes before a shirtless Black man wearing skimpy running shorts walked in. He was very tall and lean, and likely from an African country because his accent gave him away.

”What do we have here? You like I piss on you?”

Marco opened his mouth, no words needed.

Marco had never seen a cock dangling so long between any man’s legs before. It was at least 8 inches flaccid! The man gripped it and aimed the uncut head right towards Marco’s head. His arch landing on Marco’s forehead at first before aiming lower and hitting Marco’s outstretched tongue. Marco was excited by the bitterness of this piss, it was unlike any he’d had before. He lunged forward as he wanted more, swallowing the first 4 inches into his mouth and allowing for the golden rush to continue gushing down his gullet. 

When the stream subsided, Marco’s hands gripped the entire length of the hardening shaft double fisted! He began to jerk that cock violently, feeling it grow to a full 10 inches in his clutch, his eyes bulging, gagging and gurgling over this anaconda of a penis, relentless working to earn that creamy load. The lithe man couldn’t hold back nutting because Marco’s oral skills were just too good and soon, his balls tightened and he growled as he unleashed all of his baby batter so forcefully, Marco began to gag as it spilled out his mouth and dribbled all over his hairy chin and stubbled cheeks. 

“Thank you, kid”, the man said and left the scene.

Marco was breathless after that wild experience. Never in his life did he think he’d see a cock that big and he feasted out on it like swine!

in an hour, Marco had serviced two men, and was just getting started! 

Next chapter will complete Marco’s experience in the park toilets…