Piss Boy

When Marco returns from the shower, Max is still in the common room, shirtless, smirking, smug, and relentlessly peppering Marco with questions about how he ended up soaked and smelling like a urinal cake.

Marco was ashamed to admit the truth. He didn’t want to out his professor, but he was never good at coming up with white lies in moments like this.

”Come on, Marco. If you don’t tell me how this happened you won’t be feasting on this dick (grabbing his crotch) for the next month. I know you can’t resist so you might as well just tell me!”

”It was my professor! Damn it to hell! Ok, are you happy now?”

”Are you serious, bro? You let your professor piss all over you?”

”First I blew him and then he fucked me, and then after that, he pissed all over me.”

”Well, that makes it better then, doesn’t it? At least he had the decency to fuck you first.”, Max said sarcastically.  “Your boyfriend and I just fucked you a few hours ago. Are you that much of a slut that you needed more after that?”

”Max, I tried to focus in class, I really did. But the minute that sexy man began to speak I was no longer listening to what he was saying. I was sitting there the entire time fantasizing about him naked. Picturing him pounding my ass like a bitch. Wondering what his piss would taste like and what it would be like to wear it all over me. I tuned out completely. So, after class I thought maybe if I washed my face with cold water I’d snap out of it and just go to my next class. Only I went to the closest bathroom, which was only for faculty, and thats when I ran into Professor Kinsdale. He called me out for not paying attention in class and the next thing I know I’m down on my knees sucking his dick. I didn’t plan it, it just happened.”

”Marco, I ain’t gonna judge you, but dude, you gotta pay attention in class or you ain’t graduating.”

”Thanks for the lecture, I’m gonna go to my next couple of classes now and see you later.”

Marco left and walked swiftly to his next class for which he was already late. Accounting was never his favorite subject, and luckily for him, an unattractive female  professor was his instructor, and although she was quite boring, she was not distracting in a lustful way, at least not for Marco. He even went out of his way not to look around the classroom for hot guys. 

Marco had a small break between Accounting class and his last class of the afternoon, English 101. 

It was still quite hot outside being in the final days of summer and Marco wanted to get out of the heat. He was a big sweater, his body covered in dense dark Italian fur. He’d already showered twice today so he walked towards the library. He thought maybe he could read his Psychology text book to catch up on what he missed in class that morning, and kill some time productively. 

With all the students enthusiastically pursuing their studies in the early days of the semester, the library was packed. He found an open chair in the basement and set himself in it, pulling out his book from his backpack. He grabbed a highlighter and began to read. However, he couldn’t help but notice a high degree of traffic walking towards the men’s’ toilets. What peaked his curiosity is that he’d see guys walk into the bathroom and not exit for several minutes. It doesn’t take a man that long to piss, he thought to himself.

Still, minding his business, trying very hard to continue reading, he then began to notice that some of these guys walking in individually were walking out in pairs.  Now Marco just couldn’t ignore what he was seeing, and his dick began to perk up as he thought about what could be happening in there. 

Throwing caution to the wind, Marco put his text book back in the sack, swung it around his shoulder and walked inside. Just one student draining his snake at the urinal, but he did also see 2 of the 3 stalls occupied. The one in the back corner and the one next to it, in the middle. 

Marco remembered the couple of times he was in his neighborhood park over the summer, and also remembered how much dick he got there. He decided to take the open stall, the one right next to the urinals. There was a gap in the stall wall that allowed him to see the urinal closest to him, and a hole in the stall wall in the other side to see who might be in that middle stall. He had no view at all of the end stall. 

When the student pissing in the urinal left, Marco pulled his shorts down to his ankles and began to slowly stroke his thickening sausage. Then he heard noises. He peaked through the glory hole to see the back of his neighbor’s head bobbing up and down on a cock that was sticking through the opposite stall wall. Only seeing the back side, the boy was wearing blue shorts, a white t-shirt, wavy sandy brown hair.  Marco heard this slut sucking the dick vigorously, the man receiving the blow job was grunting and Marco wishes he were the one enjoying this feast!

Marco continued to watch the scene play out next to him, and in a few minutes, the man grunted that he was cumming and the boy’s mouth never left that cock, swallowing all it was fed. Then, the man pulled his spent cock away. Marco heard him zip up, the stall door opened, and the man left. He never did see his face. But, Marco did see the face of the boy in the stall next to him. He looked familiar, like maybe he saw him in his dorm or something. The boy looked at Marco looking at him through the glory hole, and he must have realized Marco was a familiar face, too, which freaked him out, so he quickly left the toilet.

Now Marco was alone. He moved over to the end stall. Once again sitting on the pot and stroking. He had still 30 minutes until his next class.  It wasn’t long before footsteps were heard and Marco hoped they were heading towards him. They were and the middle stall door was pushed open and then locked shut. 

Marco sat still waiting to see what would happen next. The man in the stall stood with his jean covered crotch right in the middle of the glory hole. The zipper was pulled down. Fingers fished into the boxers to pull out a spongy, soft, brown, uncut penis.  Marco thought it reminded him of his own father’s, and hoped it would grow to the same length!  

Marco squatted down to take that cock into his mouth. His fourth cock of the day and it was just 1:30pm! Marco used his tongue on the tip, to roll his tongue in the groove of the foreskin before rolling it back and placing the now almost seven inches of hard wood into his mouth down to the base. Marco’s nose was caught up in the thicket of a wild bush and his forehead was right up on the stall wall. The top began to thrust his dick now using Marco’s mouth hole like a pocket pussy. The man was speeding up the intensity of his thrusting, hanging onto the wall, it shook as he let out a series of guttural noises when his cock erupted angrily and bullets of his juice emptied down Marco’s thirsty mouth!

“Thanks, mate!”, the man said with an Island accent and left. 

Marco, now emboldened by his first cock in the library, wanted more. But now, he wanted another taste, not cum, no, he wanted piss and lots of it. Ever since he had his first taste of it over the summer, he couldn’t have enough. He’d order piss at the bar if it was available on the menu, on tap on in a bottle, he wouldn’t have cared.   

Taking a serious risk now, he left the stall and situated himself on his knees between 2 of the 4 urinals and opened his mouth. He wanted it obvious that anyone looking to take a leak had a choice of five urinals. 

Two students walked in together. 

“This is new.”, one said to the other.  

“Yeah, I usually get blown in the stall when my girl doesn’t put out.”

”Yeah, everyone knows to come here if you have blue balls!”, they chuckled.

”So, should we use its mouth”, one asked the other? 

“Yeah, I’m game.”

They looked like they could be be brothers. Both guys wearing board shorts and t-shirts, cool kicks, baseball caps, both not too tall, clean shaven, they were probably sophomore’s since they talked about being there before. 

The one pulled down his shorts and pointed his soft dick right at Marco’s open mouth. It did sound like the piss was hitting the bottom of the porcelain, but it was actually draining right into Marco’s belly. The taste was slightly tangy, a hint of yellow, a milder taste, almost water. Lots of it. The boy leaned in closer and Marco closed his mouth around it to avoid any spillage. The piss continued to pour as Marco swallowed in 3 second intervals. He moaned on pleasure, his cock so hard now. 

The boy finished and tapped his cock on Marco’s tongue. 

“Your turn, bro.”

The other boy stepped up, unzipped and repeated exactly what his buddy had done. Only, his piss was putrid, rancid, almost sour. It was absolutely gross! And the more it spilled into his gullet the more firm his cock became. He was tenting painfully. The taste and texture of a man’s liquid waste did that to him every time.  He was getting greedy now and pushed his entire face down on that pissing cock and drank out the hose. Marco was humming. 

“Look at this dude swallowing your piss man. He loves it! His dick is so hard. What a fucking perv!”

That was it, as the boy was shaking his cock on Marco’s face, Marco pulled his dick out. He stroked while they stayed and watched. As they degraded him, he edged closer to shooting his nut all over the bathroom tile floor.

”Do your parents know you’re a filthy animal swallowing piss in the school library?”, one asked.

”I’m sure. They would be proud! We should take a video right now and send it to everyone we know. This faggot stroking his little dick getting off on guzzling our piss! Seriously man, that’s fucking smutty!”

“Yeah, I’ll do it!”, the other one said. He took his phone out and began to record. Marco was too far gone now to turn back. He looked right into the camera, licking his lips, capturing any remnants of piss there might be to suck on and began a violent eruption. All that cock he took earlier that morning and just now had his balls churning in over drive. Cum shot out of his dick like a cannon. He came so hard and furiously, and it was all captured on that boy’s phone. 

After the boys left and Marco had come down from his wild orgasm, reality set in. What had he done. His lust for piss, cock, and cum had put him in a very bad spot. Maybe their threat of sharing that video was just talk? 

Marco washed up and went to his next class. About 20 minutes into it, Professor Sweeney explaining his class syllabus and class expectations, students began to take out their phones. Then they noticed Marco sitting towards the back of the room and turned towards him. Students were pointing and laughing. 

“Class! What is going on here? I demand an explanation!”

A male student shouted, “Ask him!”

Marco was humiliated! He couldn’t speak.

”For the love of god, give me your phone!”, the professor grabbed the phone of a student sitting right in front of him. He then saw this video of Marco clear as day, masturbating himself right in the camera. 

“Class dismissed! Everyone get out of of my classroom now! Be prepared for next class and no phones will be allowed in here! Is that clear! And you (pointing to Marco) stay right here!”

After everyone filed out Marco had tears in his eyes. 

“Get down here this instant!”

Marco slowly walked down the stairs towards the desk. 

“Move it, hustle!”

Marco walked faster.

”What the hell was that? Are you insane, boy?”

”I, I, I don’t know…”

”Stop babbling! You don’t think I know about the library toilets? You trying to ruin a good thing for all of us?” 

“I’m sorry, I’m…”

”Just say it, boy! I’m a fag! Isn’t that what you were trying to say?”

”I, I am, I’m a fag, Sir!”

”Yes, you are! Now follow me to my office so we can discuss this further!”

Marco noticed the salt-n-pepper hair of on his head, the moustache, the years of experience in this older professor’s face. He seemed to be in good shape for an older man. He followed the man into his office and the door locked shut behind them.”

”As I was saying, we need to discuss this further. I’ll do the talking. You need to listen and listen good!”

The professor whipped his dick out of his dress pants and pushed Marco to his knees. 

“I’m going to have a talk with our IT guy to take that video down from the server. Don’t you worry about that. Oh, you’re a a fabulous cocksucker, but you already know that. Your mouth is full now but I need to know how you ended up in that situation? Letting yourself be exposed like that? You have no sense of dignity. Most fags don’t. Mmmmm yeah, don’t stop just like that. We’re gonna have to do something about this. We can’t have you exposing the library to the public like this. They will shut it down so fast and then where do we go to get off? A rogue cocksucker, or should I call you a piss pig, like you needs to be tamed. Yeah, Kinsdale already told me about you. He said he marked you good this morning, like a dog to the grass! You’re gonna come see me in this office twice a week and we’ll get you on a schedule. Now I’m gonna shoot in that nasty mouth of yours and I don’t want to see you again until next class. That’s it, uhhhhh, eat my fucking load, slut!”

After the professor came, he put his dick back in his trousers and opened his door. 

Marco did the walk of shame back to his dorm room. Students were pointing and laughing, calling him names. The damage was done, his reputation set. When he opened the door to his dorm, there was Max watching the video on the big screen TV. Just when Marco was about to shoot, the video cut off. The professor must have had it taken down from the school server. But it was too late now.

“Marco, what the fuck! My phone has been blowing up! Everyone is asking how I can a share a dorm with the school fag! What did you do?”