Piss Boy

Marco’s face is a complete mess. Wet from all that piss, white streaks of cum all over his hair and beard, his one eye red and stinging, he smells rancid, and he’s never been so ecstatic in all of his twenty years of life. If his cock wasn’t constrained, he’d of beaten off several times. While his father thought giving Marco too much cock might cure him of his gayness, it was only feeding it. Just a few weeks ago, Marco seemed like your average guy, becoming comfortable with his sexuality. Today, a full-blown PIG was being groomed into existence.

After the Black man left Marco in the restroom, two twenty something punks came in. They were in jeans that had holes ripped, black boots, white muscle shirts, short cropped hair, clean shaven and pretty thin. They were surprised to see Marco on his knees between the urinals.

One punk said to the other, “what the fuck is this?”, and then laughed, looking down towards Marco with a little disgust on his face.

“It’s obvious isn’t it? He’s a piss boy! Let’s give him what he wants.”

They each pulled out their respective dicks standing side to side and within seconds, Marco had two crossing streams of piss landing all over his face. He began to audibly moan as the sensations of hot warm piss landing in his tongue, his beard, his hair, his chest, was overwhelming his senses. The smell, the taste, the touch, so intense! The boys high-fives each other as they drained their uncut snakes all over the hog on the revolting tile floor of the public bathroom. 

They allowed Marco to take one in his mouth at a time to complete the urination process in his Hoover of a mouth. Then, they stuffed their cocks back into their jeans, lit a cigarette, laughed hysterically at what they had just done and left. Marco was thoroughly drenched now. Together, they completely washed off all of the remnants of cum that had been soaking in the crevices of Marco’s whiskers. 

Marco was in another dimension. His hands gliding all over the hairs on his chest, rubbing the wet urine all over himself, then taking his fingers into his mouth, and then up to his nose for a good sniff.  He didn’t even notice that Matt had come inside, watching him through the doorway.

That’s right, Timothy’s dad was a workout nut of epic proportions. It was typical of him to do several laps around the pond several days a week as well as the gym. There he was in a skimpy pair of white running shorts, perspiration dripping down his face and chest. 

“Marco, what the hell as you doing here? What’s going on? Does your father know you are here?”

”Ummmm, yeah…he brought me here a few hours ago.”

”He WHAT? He brought you here? You have to be joking? That’s insane! Why would he do that?”

”He said something about curing me…I don’t know?”

”By the looks of you, I don’t think you’re cured of anything at all. You look simply repulsive. Look at you! I always told my son you were a sick homo. I never in my life seen anything like this!”

The crazy thing was as he was saying these things to Marco, he kept groping his growing cock that was struggling behind the restrictive fabric of the jockstrap he was wearing under his running shorts. 

“Well, since you are here I might as well use your nauseating mouth as I gotta pee like a motherfucker. You know the drill, open that mouth, slut!”

Marco could hardly believe his luck that his lifelong crush’s father was in the public men’s room on the very same day his own father turned him into an honest piss guzzler! We kneeled up straight, leaning forward and put his whole self into receiving the fountain of yellow nectar. Loud gurgling noises could be heard in an echo as Marco swallowed every few seconds as Matt used that piss dump. 

Matt was well aware of Marco’s oral skills, and with Beth returning from her trip tomorrow, he was definitely interested to get his rocks off. Still repulsed by Matt’s urine-soaked body, he refused to touch the boy, but was not against letting Marco wrap his entire mouth around his engorged cock. Marco mastered the art of deep-thrusting and pushed his head forward, letting that fat head pass down his throat. His tongue extended was able to flick Matt’s balls. “Ooohhh fuck!” Matt howled as Marco at his dick up like lunch.

Marco continued to go to town on Matt’s cock as Matt began to really throat fuck him senselessly, Marco’s throat slime spilled down his chin and onto his chest, now mixing in with the cooling piss drying on it. Matt’s eyes closed as he forced his meat into Marco’s gullet. 

Another man walked in just as Matt was about to blow, and the sensation subsided. This man was older, greying hair and beard, blue eyes, in a white t-shirt and blue “old man” shorts that were pulled way too high on his waist. 

In a deep voice he said, “Didn’t mean to interrupt. Don’t let me stop you?”

”You want to use its mouth? I’ll fuck it’s ass, it’s all the same to me?”, Matt offered.

”Yeah, sure. That works!”

”Get up and show me that ass, Marco!”

”Wait, you know him?, the older man asked.

”Yeah, he’s my son’s best friend. Can you believe it. Don’t worry, I’ve fucked this bitch a few times already. He loves it, don’t you, slut?”

Marco didn’t answer verbally, he licked his lips, rose up from his knees, pulled down his shorts and used his hands to present his hairy hole to Matt. The older man stepped in front of Marco’s face and Marco dove towards the dangling, wrinkled cock. As Matt’s hard cock entered past his assring, Marco moaned and that wrinkled dick unfolded and grew further, the old man began driving his big hard cock down Marco’s throat. Matt gave Marco’s ass a good hard smack and Marco bounced his bubble butt back into it, working his throat and his ass like a paid sex worker!

As Matt was just on the edge of cumming before the older man walked in on them, it didn’t take much time for him to bet back to the point of no return. He gripped Marco’s hips hard and drive his cock like a  jackhammer, ultimately creaming the starving asshole full. The old man watched Matt dump his load and he was ready to do the same. He grabbed a handful of Marco’s soaked hair and pummeled away, then, pulled out just enough to use his hand to pump his dick a few times and spew that load all inside Marco’s muzzle. 

The older man left and as Matt was pushing his spent dick back into the pouch of the white jockstrap, he said, “Can’t wait to tell Timothy about this! He’d never believe it!” Then he pulled out his phone from his back pocket and took a couple of pictures of Marco who had returned to his knees, in position, between the urinals. 

Matt’s load had seeped out of Marco’s ass, staining the fabric of the light blue shorts. He waited and waited for another opportunity to be of service. A good two hours had gone by. Marco was getting a little frustrated at the lapse in action, having only done this for the first time today, he wouldn’t possibly know that cruising in public toilets takes time and patience.

He thought about leaving the bathroom altogether and walking around the park, but then looked in the mirror and saw how he looked. He then went back down to his place and also thought about his father. He didn’t want to piss him off by leaving his station.

Well, his patience was rewarded. A group of three guys came in together. They looked like typical young “dads”. Maybe they were there strolling the park with wives and kids. Each had gold bands around their fingers. They looked as straight as an arrow, golf shorts and shirts, caps, and sunglasses. 

“What the fuck, bro? What are you doing here man? This is a family park, man? Have you no respect?”

Marco suddenly felt a little scared. It was three on one. 

“Hey, calm down Bill. We had a piss boy in my college dorm. Used to use that rascal’s mouth all the time. You wouldn’t think so, but it’s actually better than pissing in the urinal. You never have to worry about any piss staining your briefs. Watch, I’ll show you.”

The blonde man walked right up to Marco and unzipped his fly..

”Look boys, you won’t even need to touch your junk. Go ahead, piggy, fish out my dick.”

Marco reached into the man’s fly, weeding through a thick patch of hair to pull out the soft shaft and wrapped his hand around it. The man began to piss all over Marco’s face. Marco aimed the stream downward so the the arc would hit his chest and then back upward towards his face, then he placed his head under like a shower head. When the man’s piss ceased, Marco opened his mouth, shook the cock clean, then he moved his mouth away, and put it back into the man’s briefs and zipped his fly.

”See guys, full service! Who’s next?”

Bill went for it. The taller of the three men, brown hair, chest hair picking through that gold shirt and hairy legs to match. Bill saddled up to Marco and Marco repeated the same process once again. Adding to the stretch, completely saturated in this man’s yellow liquid. The man stared down and watched Marco bathing in his piss with an upturned lip, almost enjoying how Marco degraded himself in front of him. (Perhaps he’d be back another time to do something more to him…a closeted gay posing as a hetero married man, most likely!). Marco thought he felt the man’s dick grow a little hard as he finished cleaning it off. Bill, not wanting to be caught enjoying this too much quickly pulled away as the third man stepped up. He was balding, shorter, a little stumpier than his mates, but a much bigger dick!

Bill said, “Fuck Marty, Margo must be a happy woman. Look at the size of that cock!”

”Don’t be jealous, Bill, ha!”

It was just locker room talk, but Marco wasn’t interested. He just wanted that last man to cover him in wet, warm, pungent man piss! His hand barely able to wrap fully around its girth. Marco opened his mouth wide and let it all pour inside, and then he had a final taste when it was finally time to wash it clean. 

“What do we tell the girls? They’re going to wonder why we took so long?”, Bill asked. 

Marty said, “Just say the stall was occupied so we had to piss one at a time. It’ll be fine.”

Bill stared at Marco just a little too long on his way out and winked at Marco. Marco knew exactly the message Bill was sending.

Marco never smelled worse. Between the piss and sweat, he was truly gruesome. When Gianni came to get him, he could hardly believe what he was seeing.

”Marco, you look so dirty! Do you see yourself? You don’t want everyone out there to see you this way, do you? You see, being a homo is simply disgusting. Now let’s go home, and I think you’ve learned your lesson!”

Marco obviously learned a lesson, but it wasn’t exactly the one Gianni had hoped it would be. Gianni, truly nauseated by his son’s stench and appearance had to hold his nose closed. His eyes were stung. 

“Go son, walk ahead of me. I’ll be behind you. I just can’t be near you now or I’ll throw up!”

Marco peaked outside the bathroom doorway. As he rose from his knees and walked in front of his father, the cum staining his shorts did not go unnoticed.

”Puta! Did you let a stranger fuck your ass today?”

”No, Papa!”

“Marco, don’t lie. I see your shorts!”

“Papa, Matt was here today. He did it.”

”Huh, I’ll have to talk to Matt man to man about using things that do not belong to him. Now get going. Run if you have to. Just get away from me, frocia!”

On the way down to the toilets, Marco was already looking skeptical at best! Just imagine the staring that ensued as he jogged past the crowd of people trying to have a leisurely day. Many screamed, “ewww gross” as the smell enveloped them.  One even threatened to call the police!

Marco finally made it home and several minutes later, Gianni was behind him. He opened the lock of the front door and demanded that Marco strip his shorts immediately and throw them inside the outside trash bin! Marco, now stripped naked stood still wet from the piss and additional sweat, on the lawn. Gianni walked to turn on the water and grabbed the nozzle of the hose and sprayed his son from head to toe. Once wet, Gianni ran inside to grab a bar of soap. “Scrub yourself good, all over!”

Then Gianni rinsed him off and gave him a towel. 

Once back inside the house Gianni said, “Your mother is going to be home in a few days. She know nothing about you turning into a homo. She doesn’t need to find out, right? I think you took enough cock today to get this out of your system completely. Right son?”

”Papa, no. Timothy and Matt didn’t turn me gay. I was born this way. I’ll always be gay. Please let me be who I am. Accept me for who I am, Papa!”