Piss Boy

After a morning piss, shower and shave, Marco made his way down to the kitchen to make himself breakfast before heading back over to Timothy’s house.  Much to his surprise, his dad was in the kitchen, too, sipping coffee in his navy blue boxer briefs.

Pause story for a description of Marco’s dad. Gianni was born in Naples and came to study in the US and never left. Classic Italian, dark-olive skin, jet black hair, dark eyes, and like Marco, a hairy man, a permanent 5 o’clock shadow. A man of 46, he featured strong legs from all those years of playing football, nearly 6 feet tall, and 190. Women and men alike couldn’t keep their eyes off of him. Marco gets his looks from his dad, his smarts from his mother.

”Dad, what are you doing home? You’re usually off to work by now.”

”Son, I had a hard time sleeping last night. I heard you come home and just couldn’t get back to bed. It’s not your fault. What were you doing over there so late?”

”Oh nothing, Dad. Matt and Timothy needed my help with something. I have to get back over there soon or Timothy will piss his pants!”

”Did you just call Mr. Smith Matt? You’re on a first name basis?”

”Dad, yeah, it’s not a big deal. I’ve been over there so much recently, he doesn’t seem to mind me using his first name.”

Marco was blushing again. He was embarrassed by his father asking so many questions, and as he was pouring cereal for himself he could swear he saw his dad adjusting his bulge with his hand over his underwear.

”Sorry to make you feel uncomfortable son. It’s just that with your mother working all the time at the hospital, my junk seems to have a mind of his own. You’re a man now, you know how it is. Besides, I think I should tell you, I did hear you come in last night, and…and I also heard you pleasuring yourself. It makes me wonder what happened over there that made you need to do that?”

Marco didn’t say a word. Now he was completely flushed, and he spooned those Cheerios in his mouth at warp speed.

”Dad, I gotta go help Timothy with his physical therapy. Thanks for the chat!”

Marco speed walked across the street and was still scarlett red.  Timothy was propped up, shirtless, his back on a pillow as he watched the morning sports news.

”Marco, what’s wrong buddy? You’re late and you look terrible. Everything okay?”

”I’m not sure. My dad was just asking me a lot of questions about me being over here last night and then he said he heard me jerking off. He was acting so weird!”

”Dude, what are you worried about. You’re of age, he knows you’re a homo, it’s cool. Now I got something I was saving up for you all morning, come on, help me up so I can piss down your throat. It’ll make you feel better. My dad already left for work, it’s cool.”

Marco pulled off his wifebeater and helped Timothy to his feet before kneeling and opening wide. Marco looked forward to this morning routine. Timothy’s flow was always strongest and the taste most acrid in the morning. The two boys almost made this routine look and feel normal. Marco gobbled up every last drop of Timothy’s golden juice, swishing some all over his tongue and mouth before swallowing it all down. 

Marco was so focused on making sure no piss was spilled, doing a great job, as always. He was just about to start working Timothy’s cock for a morning blow job when Timothy abruptly stopped him.

”Bro, I could swear I saw someone watching us in the window. Go check it out.”

Marco was spooked, but he did as told, walking around the yard shirtless in his shorts, he checked things out. His father, appalled by what he just witnessed, found a hiding spot behind a thick bush (no pun intended). When Marco returned inside the house, Gianni ran home. 

“Timothy, I didn’t see anyone out there. Are you sure you saw someone?”

”Maybe I just imagined it. Come on let’s play some Mario or something I need a distraction.”

”Not until we finish your exercises. Now let me help you up. You have to start putting some weight on this foot. I got you.”

Timothy exerted himself, and the two shirt-free boys were smelling a bit ripe.

”How about I wrap your incision up so it doesn’t get wet and I’ll help you in the shower. Dude, you haven’t bathed in ages!”

Marco stripped first before stripping his friend and then put a plastic wrap around Timothy’s ankle. Under the warm water, Timothy poured some Old Spice body soap onto a washcloth and began to scrub his friend’s body all over. When Marco placed the washcloth over Timothy’s wet dick and balls, the friction caused Timothy’s cock to harden.

”Sorry about that, man. I gotta clean your crotch, it was getting stanky.”

”No need to apologize. Just that I didn’t jerk off this morning so it’s, you know, anxious.”

”You saying you want me to suck you off in the shower?”

”Nah, I’d rather fuck that sweet ass. Turn around for me and ride my cock.”

With Timothy’s limited mobility, he was able to lean against the shower wall and watch Marco bounce on his hard cock, riding his boner, squeezing his hole down on that soapy dick, until Timothy let out a loud guttural moan releasing his seed into Marco’s hungry butthole. 

“Don’t move yet. I gotta piss again!”

Timothy let his piss loose, filling Marco’s asshole right up. When Timothy pulled out, Marco pushed out and a wild gush of piss and cum splattered all over the shower floor.

Marco helped Timothy get some fresh shorts and t-shirt and even changed the sheets on the sofa. Once Timothy was all settled, he noticed his voicemail indicator on his cellphone.

”Hold on a sec before we play, let me check my phone, bro.”

He had no secrets from his friend, so he hit the button to play the message on speakerphone:

”Son, this is your father. You need to come home as soon as you hear this message. I need to talk to you!”

”Dude, your dad sounds pissed as fuck. You better go home. I’ll be okay for awhile, just come back later. It’s cool.”

Marco pulled on his wifebeater and walked back to his house. He entered the front door and didn’t see his dad. 

“Get your ass over here, boy! Now!”

The voice was coming from his bedroom. His dad was sitting in the edge of his bed. Marco’s dresser drawers and closets were all opened and ransacked. Next to his dad, were all his beloved toys, a couple of butt plugs and dildos all laid out and on display.

“Dad! What the fuck! What are you doing in my room? You invaded my privacy!”

”You lost your right to privacy when I saw you kneeling in the floor drinking Timothy’s piss, son! I’m so disgusted! You want to be treated like low-life swine, that’s how I’m going to treat you from now on. You have no respect for yourself I have none for you either. By the looks of it, you like things up your slutty ass and down your throat, don’t ya? Well, now that the cat is out of the bag and I know what you’re really doing over there for Timothy and Matt, you’re gonna do the same for me, and more! I’m the one that made you, you owe me this. Now show me what a good little pig you are and get your mouth on my dick! I need to get off!”