Piss Boy

Marco had a very difficult time concentrating during his first Psych 101 lecture. Swimming in his belly were the remnants of Max and Timothy’s loads he’d taken in the shower only an hour ago.

Now that Timothy had given Marco the permission to feed his natural desires to please other men sexually, he was able to lean into this need without guilt. Knowing Timothy loved him enough to do what he needed to do, Marco was happy and able to live an authentic life in all aspects. Even his parents knew he was a homo, no secrets.

With all this in mind, Marco was distracted. He should be listening to the content of the lecture and taking notes as there was sure to be an exam on the material in weeks to come. Instead, Marco was making mental notes to himself. Professor Kinsdale’s voice commanded that auditorium, and Marco couldn’t help but wonder what it would sound like if the Professor were to use that same commanding tone with him…in a sexual context. The fantasy went on to picture this man who filled out his clothes so well, naked. Marco was so enraptured in his fantasy that drool began to pour down his bearded chin. 

When the other students began to rise and exit the auditorium, Marco was startled back to reality, and decided he’d better go wash his face as maybe the cold water would also force him to focus in his next class.

There was a “Faculty Only” restroom right down the hall and Marco decided he didn’t want to wait to look for a student facility. He boldly entered the faculty restroom and breathed a sigh of relief upon discovery he was alone.

He turned the cold water tap on and placed his hands under the flow of water. Once fully wet, he brought them to his face. He blinked his eyes a few times, looking in the mirror at himself he slapped his own face a few times chastising himself to stay awake and to focus.

That’s when Professor Kinsdale walked in.

”Hey, you’re not supposed to be in here!”, the Professor warned.

”I’m sorry, Professor. I just needed to wash my face. I’m leaving now.”

”Wait a minute. You were sitting in the back row during my lecture. If I didn’t know any better it looked like you were daydreaming up there. What could be so important other than paying attention to my lesson?”

”I’m sorry, Sir. Yeah, I guess you can say I was preoccupied.”

”I won’t have it. Next time I’ll ask you to leave if you can’t engage with me.”

”Yes Sir.”

”I’m glad you agree, but you didn’t answer my question, son. What was so dreamy that your mind drifted off?”

Marco’s face turned beet red. He absolutely could not tell the professor anything about what he’d been thinking!

”A young man of your age probably has lots to daydream about. Perhaps it was of a boyfriend?”

”Professor, I never said I was gay!”, Marco blurted.

”You don’t have to say it. I’ve been meeting and interacting with students for years. I can always spot the gay ones even when they sit in the back of my classroom.” With that, the professor gave Marco a one-eyed wink.

”Well, I better get to my next class, Sir.”

”You should, but before you go, I think you ought to make it up to me somehow, don’t you think?” 

The professor locked the door behind them.

”Sir, but I’m a student. I’m not sure what you’re asking of me?”

”Don’t play coy with me, boy. You don’t think I know the filthy thoughts that went through your head during my class. Thoughts so lewd you’re too humiliated to say them out loud! I won’t make you say them, but I will ask you to show me.”

Marco couldn’t believe this was happening. It was like a porn scene playing out in real life.

Marco sunk down to his knees on the dirty floor and reached for the belt buckle fastening Professor Kinsdale’s khakis to undo it. Then, he unzipped his fly pushing his pants down to his ankles. The professor looked stunning in his white Jockey briefs. A classic look that worked well with his classic looks. Hiding behind the Y-front was the prize that Marco desired. Marco reached for the waistband of the Jockey’s and pushed them down, revealing a gorgeous 7 inch hard dick. It was already rigid, Marco could see the blue veins pop. 

“I love feeding horny students my big dick. Come on boy, show me what you’ve got!”

Marco had so much practice swallowing dick over the past three months, Timothy’s, Matt’s, his own father’s, his new roommate, Max, the red-headed boy in the shower the other day, and now the professor. Skillfully, Marco wrapped his pink lips around that hairy, meaty, piece, and as if no gag reflex existed, swallowed it down its root. Marco repeatedly showcased his deepthroating ability time and time again. The professor was even impressed.

”Fuck, you throat my cock so good! Oh fuck man, is this what you were thinking about during my class, boy? Show me! Show me what you fantasized about!

Marco not only fantasized about sucking the Professor’s cock during class, he thought about taking it up his ass and drinking his piss, too.

Since the Professor seemed more than willing for Marco to “show him”, he picked himself up from his knees, pulled his pants down, bent over and showed Professor Kinsdale his hairy asshole.

”Oh, I see. You were also dreaming about my dick up your ass. Well, we can make that happen right now, boy!”

The Professor spit right into Marco’s hole and then spit on his hand and rubbed his hard cock to coat it with saliva. He lined his dick up to Marco’s still gaping hole and pressed inside. Marco held onto the wall to brace himself, turning his head to the side to watch Professor Kinsdale dicking his hole.

”Boy, you’ve been fucked already! My cock is covered in cum! What the fuck! How many loads you got in there?”

”Only two, Sir!”

”Only two. What a fucking whore! What do mean only two! It’s not even 10am and you’ve been fucked twice. I’m gonna give you my nut, too you fucking slut!”

Marco’s asshole was juicy and sloppy from all that churning jism. It sounded so hot, and for the Professor, the natural lube was intensifying the experience for his dick. Knowing they didn’t have all day, the professor ramped up his fucking now, leaning over and using the muscles in his legs and hips to invade Marco’s sphincter until he grunted loudly and filled Marco with his seed. Marco’s taint was covered in splooge!

When the Professor pulled his dick out, it was covered in even more cum. Marco spun around and took it in his mouth, knowing he was swallowing the combination of three different loads. 

“Was that all you were thinking about during my class? Sucking my dick and bending over for it? Is that all, boy?”

”No, Sir!”

”No! What else is there, boy? You want me to spank you or something?”

”No Sir!”

”Well, tell me already. We can’t stay in here much longer!”

”Piss in me, Sir! Piss down my throat, please!”

”Are you serious, boy? You want me to piss down your throat? That’s vile!”

”Yes, Sir!”

”Open your filthy mouth, boy!”

Marco opened wide and the professor began to piss right on his tongue. Marco loved the nasty taste. Perhaps the Professor had too may lattes as his piss smelled and tasted like coffee.  The Professor decided to have a little fun and pointed his arch right onto Marco’s chest, coating the front of his t-shirt all over before pointing it back up to Marco’s face, then finishing off in his hair. Marco was wearing it and grinned from ear to ear.

”Oh thank you, Sir. Thank you!”

”Boy, I expect you’ll be paying more attention in our next class. What did you say your name was again?”

”Yes, Sir. I’m Marco, Sir. Marco Vinci.”

”Ok, Marco, I’ll be keeping my eyes on you this semester!”

The professor pulled his pants back on, zipped up and left Marco there still dripping in piss.

Marco knew he couldn’t very well go his next class looking and smelling like a piss drain, he had to go back to his dorm to shower and change his clothes. 

Marco jogged back thinking if he hurried maybe he wouldn’t be too late for his next class. But lo and behold, who was there already, Max, once again shirtless playing video games.

”What the hell happened to you? You smell like a urinal man!”

Instead of answering the question, Marco replied with one.

”What are you doing here? I thought you had class?”

”I did, but class ended early. The professor said something about a personal emergency, so we ended it early. Dude, who did this to you?”

”It doesn’t matter. I gotta take a shower and get to my next class. Maybe we can talk about it later, okay man?”

”Yeah, ok bud.”

Marco stripped off his wet sticky clothes and placed them in a plastic bag and tied it closed in the hopes it wouldn’t smell up the entire dorm room. Then he grabbed a towel and ran off to shower.

In the meantime, Max was trying to fill in the blanks. He’d just fucked Marco a little more than an hour ago, what could have happened, he wondered?

Max wondered who could have pissed on his roommate like that? He was ready to kick some booty!