Piss Boy

After the four way with all the men in his life, things seemed fairly back to normal. Timothy was fully healed, and both boys were ready to return to their final years of college in their respective schools. Marco’s mother would be returning from her leadership development retreat, and Timothy’s mother had already returned home from her trip as well.

Marco was excited to see his mother after all those weeks away, and wanted to tell her of his homosexuality before heading off to his dorm room upstate. However, he remembered his Papa said he was going to “take care of it” for him. Gianni could be so controlling. 

Soon enough, Mama’s car service pulled up into the driveway. Gianni greeted his wife at the door and helped her inside with her luggage. He asked Marco to remain in his bedroom while he spoke to his wife, wanting to break this news to her himself.

They sat at the kitchen table sipping cappuccinos when Gianni said, “Maria, so much has happened since you left. I don’t know where to begin.”

”Marito, what do you mean? I can’t leave this house for a few weeks without everything falling to merda!”

”No, everything is fine. But there is something I need to tell you.”

”Are you cheating on me? What’s going on, dammit?”

”You remember your Uncle Yannick?”

”Si, what about him?”

”Well, marita, it seems our Marco is just like him in many ways.”

Maria spit her cappuccino out of her mouth.

”What, our son is a fag? I don’t believe it!”

”Maria, he is. I suspected for a long time. I accidentally caught him with Timothy one day, and he just couldn’t hide it any longer.”

”Timothy’s a faggot, too? That’s not possible. He’s had so many girlfriends since middle school!”

”No, Timothy is not a homo like our son. He was injured and couldn’t go out and get laid, so he did what any 20-year old hormonal man would do, he took advantage of our son, who was offering himself willingly. Our son turns out to be quite useful you know.”

”I need to lay down. I’m exhausted from a long flight and now you’re giving me this news right when I’m coming through the door. This is too much!”

Marco listened with his ear to the door. He was very upset by his mother’s reaction  and burst out his bedroom in his shorts and running shoes and jogged to the park. He wasn’t intending to go to the public toilets again, his initial intention was to blow off some steam. To take a run to clear his head. As he was running on the jogging path, his thoughts went back to how much he loved being a piss pig in that public bathroom, and before he realized it, there he was once again on his knees, between the urinals, sweaty and ready. 

A couple of joggers noticed shirtless Marco heading toward the men’s room and entered seconds after him. They were a couple that Marco had seen before in the neighborhood. Mid 30’s, dark short beards, both over 6 feet tall. The hairier one has black hair and the smooth one brown almost red. They were also shirtless as it was towards the end of summer.

“Hey Marco”, the hairier one said. “Always suspected you were a member of our tribe. Ha! Do your parents know you’re here?”

”Ummmm no, I don’t care. I’m old enough to do what I want.”

”True. I just don’t want them to find out what we’re about to do.”

”You don’t have to worry about that. I’m not saying anything.”

Assured, the smoother man pulled his dick from his shorts. Flaccid and hanging over 5 inches, he placed it into his fingertips and aimed its eye slit right at Marco’s face. Marco opened wide to receive the heavy flow that smelled like the man had just eaten asparagus and tasted more rancid than anything Marco had swallowed before. The heavy stream covered Marco’s face, and then the hairier man began to urinate all over Marco’s hair, pointing down to his chest. The two streaks crossed, causing piss to splatter everywhere. Each man shook their sticks into Marco’s open mouth and then the smoother one asked, “you want my load? Hubby here didn’t finish me off this morning.”

Marco’s mouth attacked the growing cock which had quickly jumped to a hardened 8 inches of solid dick. Marco’s hand could just about fit over it as he used a fist and mouth combo to work the load out of his neighbor’s balls. The hairier man jerked himself off all over Marco’s beard using the head of his dick to swipe it all over his cheeks and chin. Then they had a laugh, pulled up their shorts and disappeared.

Moments later, Matt was there!

”Marco, again? What are you doing here? I thought you left for school?”

”Nah, I don’t leave for 2 more days. Just killing some time. You know how it is.”

”You are insatiable. Well, even though the Mrs. is back from her trip, I gotta admit she don’t suck my dick like you do. Go on then, let me have a piss and it’s all yours.”

Marco attacked that familiar cock, this time fully engulfing it down his throat in anticipation of a long shot of piss down his gullet. Marco got what he wanted, the tangy bitter taste hitting his tongue, Marco moaning his approval as he swallowed in intervals not letting any seep out the sides or down his chin. He’d become a top notch piss boy after so much practice.  Marco then showed Matt why gay boys suck cock better than any woman, a desire and hunger only a gay boy can bring to the act, and once again, using no hands, Matt’s cock erupted down the boy’s throat, spewing off several hot shots of warm cum.

”Thanks Marco. Timmy is leaving for school tomorrow if you wanna come say good-bye. I’m sure he’d like that.”

Marco moved into the bathroom stall now because he wanted to free his hardening cock. He left the stall door slightly ajar and was still on his knees on the cement floor. His eyes were a bit red and stinging from the piss and his beard was covered in drying cum which he wore like a badge of honor.

Marco’s eyes were now closed as he used his left hand to wank his hard cock in his hand and his other hand, fingers twisting at his nipples, one and then the other. He didn’t even hear the man enter but when he opened his eyes, a hulk of a man stood there watching with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Marco’s eyes focused and soon realized this man was a park ranger. “Oh fuck!”, he screamed.

”I should call the cops on you. This is a family park young man!” The moustached man began to slide his hand over his crotch. “Or, I could look the other way. It’s your choice, boy.”

”Wait, what? What do you want from me?”

In his deep gravelly voice the married 40-year old park ranger said, “Since you’re already down there, you could do me a favor and I’ll do you a favor but letting you go. Nobody has to know anything.”

The park ranger undid his belt buckle, unzipped his fly, and through his white Jockey briefs pulled out a seven inch coke can thick piece of meat, cut, throbbing hard, already a bead of clear pre formed right on the tip.

”Go on boy. Be a good cocksucker and take care of my fat dick. I don’t have all day!”

Marco used the very tip of his tongue to capture that small tear of liquid and then the park ranger placed both his huge hands behind Marco’s head and used his mouth like a pussy, the cloth of his briefs hitting up against Marco’s chin, and Marco could tell there were some golf ball sized nuts beneath it.  Marco’s gag reflex was tested and was failing miserably.

”Come on, cocksucker! You can do better than that!”

He dragged Marco by the nape of his neck and pushed him back so the back of his head was against the wall. He couldn’t pull off that cock now, nowhere to go. The rough park ranger pulled on Marco’s piss soaked hair with one hand and pinched his nose with the other. This forced Marco’s throat open and the bully attacked his throat, thrusting his hips, calling Marco every degrading name he could think of in the process, “Take if, queer!”, “That's  right, princess, gag on if!”, “Fucking faggot cocksucking homo, choke on my fucking fat cock!” The more Marco struggled, the more he seemed to like it. “You fucking pervert, fucking slut, taking loads in the toilet like a fucking whore! You want my load down your pathetic fucking throat! I know you do! Here it comes you piece of shit cocksucker! Uhhhhh, Grrrrrr, oh fuck!!!” 

Squirt after squirt shot down Marco’s gullet, his eyes were bloodshot and he couldn’t breathe. Cum poured out the sides of his lips it was like gallons flying into his warm mouth, the taste so pungent! The smell like bleach. 

“You better get the fuck out of here in the next five minutes or I’m gonna get you locked up, boy.” Then the park ranger spit on Marco’s face in disgust, zipped up and left.

Marco couldn’t take his hand off his dick. That was so hot! He felt a coating of cum on his teeth, the piss and cum tastes and smells working him up and a minute after that park ranger left him there, he grunted loud enough to wake the dead and a massive load began to spray out of his cock, landing on the stall wall and the cement floor and some dribbling on his fingers. He licked them clean, washed his face in the sink, pulled up his shorts and noticed the park ranger standing 10 yards away, arms crossed, staring at him.

He jogged home and realized he needed to confront his mother. He couldn’t avoid it.

Luckily, she was still resting when he returned. Gianni could smell the stench of his son from the living room. 

“Damn, son. You smell like a urinal. You better get cleaned up before your mother wakes up! But first, I gotta piss. Your mother makes me so mad I drank 4 Peroni’s already!”

Gianni followed his son to his bedroom and they entered Marco’s bathroom together. Marco stripped into the shower stall on his knees and his father let it rip, spraying his piss all over his son, covering his body from head to cock, so much beer processed through his bladder and onto and into his son. He left his son alone to enjoy the fresh coat of pee that marinated him and returned to the sofa in the living room.

Being only 20 years old, Marco could shoot at least four times in an hour, he had some so many times in his young life. Marco shot a second load of his seed in the shower and then soaped off and went to lay down, thinking about how to speak to his mama when she wakes up.