Piss Boy

Once again Timothy and Marco are caught in a compromising position.   This time it is not going to be easy to explain this one away. 

"Dad...ummm...why are you home for lunch?"

"I had a hunch this fudgepacker would be here today and I was right.  What the fuck is going on here, boys? Marco, clean yourself up and both of you put on some clothes!"

Timothy's dad stepped away and let the boys clean off and get decent.

He hovered in the hallway...

"Marco, I don't think you should come around here anymore.  Clearly you can't control your sexual desires around my son.  You need to go, now!"

Marco beelines for the front door and heads home.   He runs into his bedroom and slams the door closed, so conflicted by what took place just moments ago.

On the other hand, Timothy is getting the third degree from his father.

"Tell me now, son, has that boy turned you gay?  One minute I'm catching you fucking your girlfriend on the sofa and two weeks later that fag across the street is on your dick?"

"Dad, I don't think I'm gay.  We were just having some fun.  I know Marco is a homo, I've known that since we were 14.  We never fooled around until yesterday.  We were both high and getting drunk.  We were both feeling horny.  He confesses he's been tasting my piss before dumping it into the toilet.  Next thing I know, I'm offering him to drink straight from the tap, and he ends it by sucking me off.  It felt good, dad. What can I say?  I asked him to come back here today.  I didn't plan on pissing all over him, but the head was too good to pass up.   Don't blame Marco, dad. He's just a gay boy and can't help himself. It's all my fault."

"Son, did you just tell me that boy drank your piss and today you pissed all over him?"

"Yes, dad, that's what I said,"

"I don't even know what to say to that.  It sounds disgusting, son.  An occasional blow job to help a friend I can understand, but this is very different. It's perverted. I don't think I can have you doing that again in my house.  Is that clear?  As long as you are living under this roof, you will need to follow my rules."

"Yes, Sir."

"I should tell that boy's mama what he's up to.  That ought to fix him, but I won't. I'll spare you both the embarrassment."

The separated boys were sad to have their fun end this way.  But that night, when everyone around them was fast asleep.  Timothy texted Marco.

Timothy: "U awake?"

Marco: "Yes, I can't sleep, man"

Timothy: "I know. I'm hard as a brick.  Loved the way my hard dick felt down your throat today.  I can't stop thinking about it.  No chick has ever taken my dick the way you do."

Marco: "Dude, are you serious? 

Timothy: "You can't tell me your not lying in bed stroking your own dick right now thinking about it. Remember, I know you better than you know you."

Marco: "So what if I am? It's not like I can ever see you anymore.  Your dad doesn't want me going back over there."

Timothy: "I'll get to him in the morning.  I'll think of something."

Marco:  "Good Night, bro"

Each boy stroked themselves wildly with their own replay of events from the afternoon.  Marco had similar thoughts to the night before, thinking of how wonderful and right it felt to have his crush's cock down his throat, the majesty of that shaft spraying piss all over him.  The warm sensation of it all over his body...he grunted and moaned as he beat himself off, once again falling asleep with drying cum all over his chest.  

Just across the street, lying on the sofa as his dad was sleeping in his bedroom, Timothy thought about Marco's velvety throat and it's ability to swallow his cock whole. Timothy remembered the look of lust on Marco's face as he pissed all over him. No girl has ever looked at him that way before. It was intoxicating to be wanted like that, a real power trip.  As Timothy recalled the memory of shooting his seed down his best friend's throat, he unleashed a torrent of cum all over himself, some even landing on the sofa.  He did his best to wipe off the evidence before his dad would see it in the morning. 

He heard his dad walk down the hallway to the bathroom. He must have left the door opened because he could hear the flow of his dad's morning piss landing in the toilet.  Then he heard the shower start.  He knew in just a few minutes his dad would be checking on him wearing only his boxers and making coffee.  He decided this was the time to broach the subject of Marco.

"Hey dad, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Son, I am in rush to get to work. I'm going to make us some coffee and get you breakfast.  I don't have lots of time.  Are you gonna ask me if that homo boy across the street can come over today? You know I already told you no.  Consider it punishment for screwing under my roof."

"But dad, come on, we're not hurting anyone. Marco is my best friend.  You can't keep us apart.  What am I gonna do when you leave, and I have to take a leak or take a dump?  You can't leave me alone like this. Marco is our only option.  Besides, we're not hurting anyone.  I promise you I'm not gay, dad.  Please!"

Timothy's dad growled down at his son.  He didn't like it one bit but he knew he hadn't arranged for any daytime care for his son who was still immobile. 

"Son, one more day.  I'm going to find someone to look after you starting tomorrow. Preferably, not a fag. You keep that dick of yours in your pants today. Don't forget, I've got cameras all over this place, I'll know if you break my rules."

Timothy knew about the cameras, but he also knew they hadn't been active in a long time. His dad hadn't paid the bill for the security services for quite some time, but he wasn't going to call his bluff and ruin what he'd just achieved.

"Yes, Sir.  I understand.  Thanks, dad!"

His dad returned to his bedroom to finish dressing for work and left his son alone on the sofa.

Timothy texted Marco and told him it was safe to come over. He said his dad agreed just for the day.

Marco was a little hesitant after everything that happened, but his libido once again went into overdrive as 20-year old horny boys are apt to do.  He threw on a pair of shorts and tank top and ran across the street to his buddy's house.

Timothy didn't even waste a minute.  He was already standing upright with his shorts dropped to his ankles.  

"I gotta take a leak.  I've been waiting all morning."

"You haven't pissed all morning?   Bro, that's gonna be a lot of piss!"

"Well, hurry up man, I'm ready to burst!"

Marco pulled off his tank top and once again found himself on his knees drinking his buddy's morning piss.  It tasted stronger, the flow stronger.  He was feeling brazen and pulled off and aimed the shaft at his open mouth, instead of it draining right down the pipe, he wanted his buddy to watch as he swallowed, hearing all the gurgling noises, tasting the acridity of that yellow-gold urine hit his tongue.  It was glorious.  His dick was protruding outwards in those loose shorts.  Timothy watched Marco lust for the contents of his bladder once again reveling in the look on his best friend's face.    When his stream wound down, he surprised Marco and pushed his cock all the way down his throat.  Marco's nose in Timothy's wiry bush.  Timothy held Marco's head down as his shaft hardened and thickened.  Then he pulled out and started to rhythmically thrust his cock down Marco's throat, working into a frenzied skull fuck.    His grunting could wake the dead it was so loud when he finally buried his baby batter into Marco's gullet.    Marco's cock, without even touching it, exploded leaving a very noticeable wet spot in his black shorts.

"Holy fuck, Marco.  That was incredible. I needed that.  Look at your shorts man.  You better put them in the wash. You can't walk around like that."

Marco stripped off his shorts and threw them in Timothy's washing machine and he sat naked beside his buddy while they watched the ESPN Sports report.

"So, what did you tell your dad this morning? "

"I just told him he can't leave me alone all day.  I needed help and you're the only one I got.  I told him what happened.  He's still wondering if I'm gay and thinks you're a perv."

"Dude, did you need to tell him everything?"

"Well, he kind of saw all the evidence.  Give me a break. He did say something about not telling your mama to spare us the embarrassment."

"My mama already knows I'm a cocksucker.  She doesn't know I'm into watersports.  I didn't know myself until I started taking care of you."

"Watersports? Is that what the gays call it?  Well, I know you get off on it and I want you to be happy. After all, consider it repayment for you taking such good care of me."

"You wanna smoke?  I scored some good shit the other day."

Timothy agreed and they each took a few hits.

Marco was once again uninhibited and can't keep his private thoughts private.  

"You know what, bro.  Last night I had this crazy thought.  I dreamed about your pissing up my ass. Isn't that wild?"

"You mean you dreamed about me putting my dick up your butt?  Isn't that what gay guys always dream about?"

"Well, yeah, we do, but this was different.  I started to wonder what it would feel like inside me.  Would it feel just as warm as it does when I swallow it?  I know that's crazy."

"Man, I don't know. That would be like me fucking you.   I ain't gay."

"No pressure man. I'm just saying, I know you haven't fucked pussy in weeks.  You liked me blowing your dick.  This might even be better.  You don't know unless you try."

Timothy was a little taken aback by Marco's words.  He's normally not this aggressive, it must be the weed, he thought.

"Man, ok.  But you better never tell anyone about this or I'll cut your dick off.  How do we do it?"

"Let me blow you a little to get you hard enough to get inside me.  Then just relax and let it flow like you normally would."

Marco got down on his knees and pulled down Timothy's shorts.  He was already half-hard so it didn't take much to get that dick where he needed it to go.  The goal was to coat it full of his throat goo, so it would go inside easily.

Timothy stood up from the sofa and Marco bent over. He reached behind to pull Timothy's hard cock towards his rectum. Once the cock was right near his ring, he let go, held onto his knees, pushed out and told Timothy to push his dick in him.  

They both grunted aloud for different reasons.  Timothy couldn't believe how good a tight ass felt around his hard young shaft.  Marco thought that monster dick was gonna split him in half.  Slowly, Timothy slid the rest of his dick all the way inside Marco's chute.  Marco then told him to relax, breathe slowly, and just let his piss flow.

After a few minutes, Timothy began to slowly moan as the slit of his cock opened just slightly and began to release its juices right into Marco's guts.  Marco suddenly felt a warm rush, a warm sensation filling his insides, and after a few more seconds, he started to feel a little bloating, like an enema.  He did his best to squeeze his sphincter to keep all that piss inside of him.  Timothy just kept it up, all of that beer they drank that afternoon releasing inside his buddy's ass.  

When Timothy finished, he pulled out.  Marco spun himself around and wrapped his mouth around the cock that had just been inside him to taste any piss drippings that he can catch.  Then he made his way to the toilet and emptied out all that piss inside him. It gushed out in a strong stream.

He went back to find Timothy, still standing up on one crutch, stroking his hardon.  

"Come on man, you gotta let me finish fucking that ass. I never felt anything like it in my life. Its absolutely incredible. All these years I could have been getting my rocks off in that ass!  Bend over for me, buddy!"

Marco didn't question it, he bent over. Timothy spit into the palm of his hand and coated his cock with it, pushing back inside his buddy's tight asshole.  This time he didn't need to relax and be gentle. He was gonna ride that ass until he dumped a load right up Marco's bunghole!  Timothy slapped his buddy's cheeks as he slid his rigid meat up and back and swiveled his hips.  Marco squealed like a fuck slut, begging his buddy to cum up his ass!  

Marco reached down to his own cock and began to violently stroke it while his hole was being annihilated.    It didn't take long for his six-inch meat to spew cum all over the carpet!  With his sphincter muscle tightening around Timothy's cock like a vice, Timothy couldn't hold back a minute longer. He grunted and growled and screamed out, "Holy fuck, ohhhh fuck.  I'm cumming. Take my spunk, faggot!  FUUCCCKKK!"

In the afterglow of both their orgasms, Marco put his shorts into the dryer and sat on a towel while Timothy pulled his shorts back up.  They didn't speak too much as they both contemplated what had just happened and how that might change their relationship forever.

After his shorts dried, Marco returned home as he didn't want to face Timothy's dad again.  

Timothy, on the other hand, was absolutely incorrect about the many cameras in the house. His father had been paying the bills all along and was able to see from multiple angles all that had ensued that morning and afternoon.  The morning piss and blow job, the afternoon piss enema and fucking...and lighting up in his house.

Timothy's dad entered the house red hot. 

"Son, you have a lot of explaining to do!  I told you there were cameras in this house, and yet, you didn't believe me.  I saw everything! All of it!"