Piss Boy

Some might call Marco’s first day of classes dramatic, others, likely man whores, would call it just another day of life. Getting tag teamed in the shower by his roommate and his boyfriend, getting fucked by two professors, anonymous sex in the library, fucked by the Dean, and then ending the day by sucking off his roommate. That’s a lot of action for anybody, and not to mention the masturbation video that had gone viral.  

When Marco finally had the time to decompress, alone in his bed that night. He recalled all the urine he’d drank that day. The various flavors, the warmth of the fluid, the smells, suddenly his cock began to grow stiff under his briefs. He began to stir, rubbing his hands through his chest hair, his fingers twisting his nubs. Marco licked his lips recalling each cock as it emptied down his throat. 

Marco pushed his white CK’s down from his waist and his six inch cock literally sprung. He looked down and his eyes stared at the tip, his slit winking at him, begging him to touch it.  Marco spit into his right hand, closed his eyes and placed his fist around his erection and began a slow tug. Images of Professor Kinsdale, Professor Sweeney, and the Dean filled his mind. It was the memory of being  bent over the Dean’s desk, Max’s father, that got him off. Marco fired several shots of jizz all over his chest. After cumming, Marco rubbed the warm cum all over his chest hair until it was nicely coated and sticky and fell into a deep slumber. 

The next several days were nowhere as sexually eventful as his first. Sure, Max used Marco as his personal urinal every morning. Upon waking up he’d march over to Marco’s bed with his obnoxious morning wood, shake Marco awake and empty down his throat. Marco loved his morning piss drink. A couple of mornings Max even jerked off in Marco’s mouth. There were also a couple of nights he’d taken Marco’s ass. 

But, other than that, things calmed down for the young stud. His professors didn’t make any moves, he stayed out of the library toilets. Marco was focused on attending his classes. It surprised him that  the noise around his masturbation video had vanished. 

It was now Friday afternoon and Marco was packing an overnight bag. He was so excited to see Timothy, but he also knew he was on thin ice. Timothy was naturally upset to see his boyfriend whacking off on video for the whole world to see. 

Marco was just about to take off when Max opened the door. 

“Hey, bro. Where you going?”

”I told you, I’m going to see Timothy this weekend, remember?”

”Yeah, that’s right. What am I supposed to do about this (hand over his crotch) while you’re gone? The deal was I keep you in school and you take care of my needs.”

”I have, Max. I just sucked you dry this morning. Come on, it’s only for a couple of days, I’ll be back Sunday afternoon. I promise. Just use your hand tonight, like you did before we met.”

”That’s the point. We did meet, and now I don’t have to use my hand to get off. I’ll tell you what, you suck me off right now and when you get back, your ass is mine. Two days worth of my splooge pumped up that pussy!”

”I really do need to get going if I’m gonna get there by dinner time.”

Max stood by the front door, blocking Marco’s exit.

”Not so fast. You know you can’t resist my cock. Why fight it. Get down on your knees right now and pull my dick out! Then, I promise, you can go. Okay?”

Marco put his bag down. He knew Max was right. Max was born with a gift, a 12 inch dick that deserved to be worshipped, he was cockwhipped. Marco kneeled at Max’s feet and his hands pushed Max’s sweatpants down to his ankles. Max was freeballing today. He did most days as he couldn’t find a decent pair of boxers or briefs that could comfortably support his snake.  

Every time Marco laid his eyes on that slab of white meat it was like seeing it for the very first time. Marco became mesmerized by its existence. Fascinated. He slowly gripped it and placed the head into his mouth. After a day of classes, Marco tasted and smelled the musky sweat, a hint of piss. “Mmmmmm” he groaned, the vibration causing Max’s cock to harden even more.

Marco now had a two fisted grip, twisting his hands in opposite directions while coating that rigid mushroom head with the roof of his mouth. Max’s balls swung freely, bouncing against Marco’s face. Then Marco began to slide his two fists up and down, which mad Max crazy. Max didn’t mind a hand and mouth combo, but that’s what any chick could do for him.

What Max really liked more than anything was Marco’s lack of gag reflex. Marco had become a talented cocksucker, an expert in deepthroating. Max pushed Marco’s hands off his dick and grabbed each side of Marco’s head. He began to thrust his hips sending more of his inches inside Marco’s skull. Max wouldn’t be satisfied until his entire foot long was embedded, he was determined for Marco to eat his meat, and he continued a relentless thrusting until Marco’s throat relented, a “pop” which opened the pathway. With Marco’s jaw almost unhinged, Max really took it to him now. Marco was slobbering all over his dick now, out of his mind.

Max positioned Marco so the back of his head was flush against the wall. He pressed that same wall with his palms and his ass pumped Marco’s face full of dick. Max closed his eyes as he used his cocksucker for his pleasure.  Marco felt the fullness, its overwhelming length as it reamed his helpless throat. Max’s balls were tightening and rising. Soon, Max began to grunt, “I’m gonna cum down your throat, faggot! Eat my nut! Oh fuck!! Oohhhhh fuck yeah, here it comes! Aaaaaarrreerhhhhhh! Fuck!!! Eat my jizz cocksucker!”

Max  fed his cocksucker one last meal before Marco hit the road.

”You might be going to see your boyfriend, but you’ll be tasting me for the next several hours. Have a safe trip.”, Max said smugly as he reached down to pull up his sweatpants and moved away from the door. 

Marco, looking down at his shirt saw it was completely soaked from his throat juices. He couldn’t drive like that, so he pulled it off, threw it in his laundry basket and pulled on another shirt. Then he grabbed his overnight bag and headed to his car.

He texted Timothy to let him know he was on his way. Max was right again, he was still tasting Max’s cum in his mouth. 

“I thought you left already. What happened?” The reply text read.

What was Marco to say? He knew telling the truth would upset Timothy but he hated lying. 

“I had to help Max with something, but I’m leaving now. See you soon!