Piss Boy

Marco is a good-looking 20-year-old boy. Standing at just 6', thick and wavy chestnut brown hair and matching eyes, the descendant of a Sicilian family some generations ago. Like a lot of Italians, Marco is continuously challenged with keeping up with his body hair maintenance. It is as if his face needs another shave by lunch time. His body is covered in thick black hair, he uses a trimmer to keep it tame and schedules regular appointments with a body waxer for his back and crack. Yes, Marco is very gay, and as young one, he is almost always preoccupied with his appearance and even more so about sex. Marco goes on dates with boys from school, but he longs for his high school best friend, Timothy, who he believes is straight, but he can never make a substantial connection with any of them because of this.

Marco is from a well-off family, his father an established lawyer, his mother a hospital administrator. They were always working, and he hardly saw them in high school, and now that Marco is in college, the visits are even less frequent. He is sure his parents know he is a homo, but never actually came out and said it. Marco is days away from finishing his second year of college when he receives a call that his best friend back home had just undergone reconstructive surgery on his ankle after a horrific water-skiing accident. Timothy sounds miserable and Marco promises to return home in just a few days.

Marco was a varsity member of the high school's track and field team, middle distance running got him a spot on the college team. Timothy, blond, blue-eyed, straight blonde hair, completely smooth all over except for his pubes and pits, weighs almost 190 pounds, he is thick for his 5'9' frame and played on the school's football team. The two of them met as first graders and have been like brothers ever since, helping each other navigate through the rough years of adolescence. It was during those years when Timothy talked about girls that they discovered Marco didn't share the same interests. Timothy didn't care and still doesn't that Marco is attracted to men; it did not change a thing between them.

When Marco finally arrived home from college, he drops his things in his bedroom and runs over to see his best friend, Timothy. Timothy's mom had died a few years ago. His dad hadn't remarried and threw himself into his work. No surprises for Marco to see his friend alone on a sofa in the living room, wearing just a t-shirt, some boxers, and a boot over his right ankle. Marco gives his friend a bro-hug and sits down beside him. 

"Can I get you anything?"

"Actually, you can. Can you bring me a glass of water for my pain meds? And, while you're up, can you grab that urinal on the table?"

Marco is a little surprised to see Timothy whip out his dick in front of him, stick it in the plastic urinal, and fill it up.

"Can you empty it for me, bud?"

That's when everything changes for Marco. He never really thought about piss in any kind of sexual way before. Seeing his crush placing his dick in that urinal turned him on. Feeling the warmth of his fresh piss in the plastic urinal turned him on even more. Marco tries to tell himself to calm down, tell his cock to calm down because it was raging under his shorts. He grabs the urinal and brings it down the hallway to the bathroom. Before pouring it in the toilet, he sniffs its pungent content, and then Marco does the unthinkable, he brings the contained lid up to his lips and sticks his tongue inside. "Not so bad", he says to himself. Then he dumps the contents into the toilet, rinses it out and returns to his buddy.

They make small talk and when Timothy's dad finally returns home from work, Marco heads home to see he folks for dinner. They commend Marco for looking after his friend, and they fully support him delaying his summer job while caring for him. They know Timothy's father is not home during the day to help him out, and taking care of Timothy would keep Marco out of trouble...or so they thought.

Marco has been visiting Timothy for several days in a row now. Each time he's emptying the urinal, he's more and more fascinated by the idea of drinking Timothy's piss straight from the tap. Every night he jerks off thinking about Timothy's cock pissing in that urinal. He is blowing big loads all over his chest. Knowing Timothy hasn't been laid in over a week, he must be experiencing a serious case of blue balls. Marco uses this as his angle to see if he can somehow plot something to take advantage of the situation, he longs to make his dream come true.

"Must suck being laid up on the sofa day after day. It's not like you can go out and get laid like you do."

"Yeah bud. You're telling me. My dick hasn't been through a drought like this in a long time. You should not be sitting here every day with me, just because I can't get my dick wet doesn't mean you shouldn't."

"Come on, Timothy. You know I'm here for you, no question. Hey, you wanna smoke? I got some good shit from school. It might help the pain in your ankle."

The two of them light up and they start tripping. With them both being in an uninhibited state, Marco begins to reveal his secret love for Timothy's yellow nectar.

"You wanna know why it takes me a while to empty your piss? It's because I've been tasting it before I dump it in the toilet. On the first day I got here I sniffed it, tasted a little on my tongue, and now I've been sipping on it."

"Are you fucking kidding me? That's gross. I should just let you drink it right out of my dick, save a step. If that's your thing, go for it."

"Are you saying that because you are high, man?"

"Come on, bro, I know you want to. I know you since we're in first grade. You can't fool me. "

Both take another toke off the joint and Timothy has to piss. He'd been drinking beer all afternoon with his buddy.  

"Moment of truth, I gotta piss real bad and right now. Either bring your fucking mouth over here or I'm gonna need that piss trough again."

Marco is stoned and a little drunk. but he pulls off his shirt and crawls between Timothy's legs. Timothy could not believe this is really happening. His wanking fantasy was gonna be coming to life any second. Timothy's soft and flaccid cock feels strange in his mouth, but he still so excited. Marco tightens his lips around the head of his buddy's cock, Timothy holds Marco's head in his hands to keep him secure, raises his head up toward the ceiling, and begins to fill Marco's throat golden nectar, "Ahhhhhh bruh, I was gonna burst. I can't believe you're actually doing this you perv! Wow, this is awesome, man."  

Marco struggles to keep up with the heavy flow flooding his throat. It's the very first time doing this. The taste, the sensation, Marco is intoxicated by it all, "mmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmm" he groans as he drinks it all down his gullet. If they weren't on Timothy's sofa, he would have pulled off and let it soak his face, his hair, his chest...but that would have to wait for another day.

When Timothy's stream ceases, he grabs his shaft and tugs it a few times to get all the pee drops out. Marco's gay instinct to suck this cock in his mouth triggers and he begins to use his tongue along the underside of his friend's growing shaft. 

"Marco, man, what are you doing? Are you trying to suck my dick? I said you could drink my piss not suck my dick!"

Marco pulls his mouth off and looks up at Timothy. "You want me to stop? I'm just trying to help you out. I know you hadn't been laid recently. Consider it a favor. We're helping each other out as friends do."

"Fuck man, this does feel good on my dick. Just this once, bro. I don't want you going around telling everyone about this. "

Marco is completely tuning out Timothy's words at this point. His friend's dick is bigger and thicker than it is in his dreams, definitely more than eight inches cut. Marco is slobbering all over that shaft showing off his exceptional cocksucking skills.  

"I see you learned something in college. Fucking amazing man. I'm gonna shoot soon. I can't hold it any longer."

Timothy once again takes hold of Marco's face and shoves his cock all the way down Marco's throat releasing his pent-up load down his buddy's throat, a chaser after the piss drink just moments ago. Marco is drinking it down, savoring the sweet taste of the cum he'd been craving since he first starting sucking dick years ago.

Marco's face is still right in Timothy's crotch basking in the aftermath of orgasm when they both are suddenly startled.

"What the fuck is going on here boys?"

It's Timothy's dad. His hands on his hips, his face in a growl. Definitely not happy to come home to see this. 

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