Piss Boy

Timothy looks over and sees his dad's angry expression while his best friend's mouth is covering his crotch.  

"Dad, I can explain."

"There's nothing to explain here, son. It's clear that Marco has turned you gay.  I was always afraid this would happen.  Too much time alone with this fruit and look what happens."

Marco can't believe what he's hearing. He lifts his head up from Timothy's crotch and wipes his face with his forearm, swiping away the few droplets of white cum from his lips. 

"Dad, it doesn't work like that. I'm not gay.  Marco was just helping me out.  I haven't had pussy in a couple of weeks.  I needed to get off.  Come on, Dad, you have to believe me."

Not exactly the response Marco is hoping for.

"Maybe I should go now?", as walks by Timothy's father and heads home. Marco is stewing in his bedroom, angry with himself for letting his libido ruin his friendship.  Surely, Timothy would not want to see him again any time soon.

Marco was despondent at dinner and decides to go to bed early.  He strips down to his white Calvin briefs and lays on his bed.  In the quiet, thoughts of the afternoon creep to the forefront of his mind.  He begins to replay the feeling of Timothy's thick flaccid cock in his mouth, the feeling of his liquid gold filling his mouth, the taste, the smell...the experience.  Then feeling the cock grown in his mouth to full mast, tasting Timothy's white-hot cum. This was everything he'd fantasized about for years.  Marco pulls his own hard cock out of his underwear and begins to stroke it.  Closing his eyes, sucking on a few fingers imagining it is Timothy's hard dick...its all so overwhelming and too much.  Marco tugs on his cock just a little more, and jets of hot jism are covering his chest and his abs, sticking to his trimmed body hair.  With nothing nearby to wipe off his mess, he uses the palms of his hands to rub it into his skin before falling fast asleep. 

In the morning, he scrubs his chest well to get that dried cum off.  After shaving and breakfast, he thought he's thinking of going to his mother's office to start his summer internship at the hospital. But then, he is surprised.  He hears his phone buzz and there's a message from Timothy.  

"You coming over, man? I gotta pee and I need some help."

"Seriously, your dad hasn't banned me from the house for turning you gay?"

"Nah bro.  After you left, I told him we were buzzed and just two horny guys fooling around.  It's cool. Come on over."

"Be there in a few minutes."

Marco let's himself inside Timothy's house as he has a spare key.  Timothy is on the sofa, shirtless, his foot still in that boot elevated by an ottoman.  

"So, you gonna help me out or what, bro? I"m gonna piss myself."

Timothy uses one of his crutches to prop himself upright then reaches down to pull down his shorts.  He's not wearing any underwear.  Marco is staring at Timothy's cock wondering what he should do?  Is Timothy waiting for the plastic urinal or his mouth?  He didn't really say."

"Come on, what are you waiting for, a formal invitation. Get that mouth on my dick right now or it's going all over the carpet."

Marco doesn't hesitate. He situates himself on his knees, opens his mouth wide and makes a very tight seal around that monster.  Timothy holds onto the back of his head, once again raises his head up to the ceiling and relaxes his bladder enough to start a wicked strong flow of piss.  Marco is making loud swallowing sounds every couple of seconds trying to keep up with it.   He savors the acrid taste on his tongue, not hiding his pleasure, moaning over that cock, wanting the moment to last forever.  When Timothy's stream ends, he pulls his cock out of his friend's mouth and shakes he last drops all over Marco's face.

Marco looks up to his buddy, "Thanks, man. That was hot."

"I bet you jerked off last night thinking about my cock, didn't you?"

Marco didn't admit to anything, he just stays silent.  

"I told you already, I know you better than you know yourself.", Timothy snickers. 

Timothy turns on ESPN and they watch together for awhile. Marco can't help to stare at his shirtless friend.  He also made sure to keep Timothy hydrated for another round of piss.

After a few hours, Timothy says, "Hey, I gotta piss again.  Help me to the toilet."

Marco was not expecting to hear that. He thought for sure Timothy was going to piss down his throat again.  He didn't push it. 

"Sure, come on. I'll help you."

The two of them make their way down the hallway to the bathroom.  

Timothy surprises Marco.  "If you really want me to, I'll piss all over you.  I can read your mind.  I know this is what you want.  Strip and get into the shower."

"What?  You want to piss on me? I don't know about that."

"We're way past that by now. Quit acting like you don't want it.  It's now or never.  Your decision, I don't care."

Marco just cannot resist his sexual urges.  He strips naked in front of his friend.  Certainly, its not the first time Timothy has seen Marco naked. It is the first time for him to see him in this way.

Marco is in the shower stall on his knees, his eyes closed.  Timothy pulls down his shorts, places his cock in his hand and aims right for Marco's face.  Marco feels that first burst of hot piss on his skin and the smell fills his nostrils.  He opens his mouth; Timothy is happy to aim his stream right there letting his buddy get off on his piss.  Marco's own cock begins to harden as Timothy continues pissing in Marco's hair, all over his chest, and back in his mouth.

Marco is using his hands all over his body, rubbing the piss all over him.  He's in all his glory.  Timothy is pleased he can provide this for his friend.   He also liked cumming down Marco's throat yesterday, and needs to shoot.

"Get that mouth on my dick, bro.  Come on, I need to cum again."

Marco is so lost in the stench around him and on him, lost in the feeling of hot urine all over his body, he doesn't even think.  He just moves his head forward and dives for his buddy's cock.  Marco licks the droplets of piss from the slit before taking it all the way down his throat.  Timothy is careful not to grab Marco's head, he doesn't want his hands smelling like piss.  He lets Marco fellate his cock, Marco uses his hand and mouth, which Timothy seems to especially like.  As he feels Timothy's cock grow even thicker and more rigid, he knows it's about to blow.  Marco uses only his mouth, taking that cock all the way down his throat over and over until Timothy shouts he's about to cum.  Marco greedily eats up the load he's given, enjoying this special treat. He feels the force of that young athletic sperm spewing out of that cock, his tongue feels the pulsating underside of Timothy's brick hard dick as it fills his throat with several blasts of warm seed. 

Then they hear the front door open and close.

"Hey son, where are you? I brought you some lunch."

His footsteps come closer towards them.  Once again, caught in a comprised position.

"What the fuck!  Timothy, you said you weren't gay.  Why does it smell like piss in here? What in the name of Jesus is going on here, boys? "

To be continued...