After Timothy bred his lover’s ass the couple napped on their shared king bed. Timothy was always the big spoon in their relationship on wrapping his arm around Marco, pulling Marco’s back to his chest in a cloak of protection. Marco always felt safe with Timothy even when they were teenagers.
After a few hours of post-sex sleep, Marco’s insatiable libido was off the charts and he was very excited to plan his piss party. Maybe it was the glass butt plug still stuck up his ass, or Timothy’s load still cooking inside him, or both that were responsible for this?
Marco turned himself around and stroked Timothy’s cheek.
“Wake up, love. It’s almost 3 o’clock. We have some work to do if we’re gonna do this tonight?”
Timothy opened his eyes and saw the look of lust in Marco’s eyes. As much as he doesn’t like to share his boyfriend with others he’s learned Marco’s sexual needs could never be met by only one man. He learned that a long time ago and came to a realization that Marco’s heart belonged to him and the rest was unimportant. He also realized that watching Marco with other men turned him on, focusing on Marco’s face, seeing that raw animalistic lust in action made his dick hard every time.
“Yes, sure babe. I’m awake. What do you need me to do?”
“You log onto Grindr, I’ll log onto Scruff, Recon, and BBRT, and let’s go fishing for some piss tops. I feel so fucking horny today, I wanna get covered in piss, I want to drink it from the tap, I wanna get my ass filled up until it’s overflowing. Fuck babe, my dick is getting hard thinking about it. I wonder if I should get my cock cage out because I feel like I’m gonna blow!”
“Hon, I haven’t seen you this revved up in a long time. If you think you can’t control yourself, I put the cage on you.”
“I don’t trust my dick. I’m so horny I might cum without touching myself. I’m on a hair-trigger!”
“Let me take a leak and I’ll get your lock. Give me a minute and I’ll be right back.”
“Where you going? You got a urinal right here.”
“Marco, you’re such a pig! what’s gotten into you today? Fine, where do you want it, mouth or ass?”
“My love, you know I love the taste of your piss. The answer will always be my mouth whenever you ask me. There isn’t anything on this planet I enjoy more than being your personal urinal.”
Timothy ruffled Marco’s hair and told him to take position on the floor next to the bed. He placed his soft cock into Marco’s mouth and nothing happened for a seconds. Just as Marco was about to pull off the stream began to flow and Marco finally tasted the sweet nectar he so craved, moaning over Timothy’s soft appendage. His throat swallowed the golden flow filling his belly greedily. Marco never grew tired of the warmth, the pungent taste hitting his tongue. It was a comforting elixir that calmed his anxieties.
Timothy was always more than happy to feed his lover the urine from his bladder. It was a loving gesture that made their bond even stronger. When his flow subsided, Marco opened his mouth and shook Timothy’s penis over his tongue, the droplets spraying over his tongue. He looked into Timothy’s eyes knowing there was no judgment, only love.
“Thank you, babe”, Marco said sincerely. “That was delicious. I think I tasted some of your morning coffee this time. So good!”
“Ha, you crack me up, Marco. I’ll be right back, I’m gonna grab your lock. I want you good and horny tonight.”
Timothy had recently purchased a pink Viper cock cage from KINK3D. It looked so sleek fitting over Marco’s junk. Every time he placed it on Marco’s cock, and they heard the lock snap in place, there was an immediate switch in Marco’s headspace. While he always took the bottom bunk in their lovemaking, somehow wearing the cage brought him to a subspace where he fully surrendering himself to Timothy. No longer considering himself an equal to his boyfriend. It was a kink they imbibed in occasionally. Timothy did enjoy these moments just as much as Marco, seeing his boyfriend embracing this submissive experience was part of the fun.
“Now that you’re locked up, let’s get this piss party started. I’m logging into Grindr now and you do your part.”
Timothy logged in and saw so many profiles of potential within a reasonable distance. His goal was to find piss tops, pumping out his boyfriend for the evening, which is a major turn on for some guys.
While Timothy was tapping his fingers busily on his phone, Marco was equally engaged in his own pursuit, trying to sell the use of his pig holes and the very real cuckhold scenario that would take place that evening.
After only an hour or so, a total of 10 guys were lined up beginning at 6pm. Some were interested in a group setting, some wanted only a one on one with Marco. It was settled that the first 4 were spaced 15 minutes apart and the remaining 6 would all arrive around 7pm. Guys of different ages, shapes, size and races were all in the mix. When it comes to the kink of piss play, the available pool of gay men interested in this fetish is limited so you get what you can.
Marco and Timothy readied their bedroom for the occasion. Candles were lit for dim lighting. Soft music playing, a rubber sheet on their mattress, a bottle of poppers available for anyone that wanted to use them. Timothy had set a chair in full view of their bed so he can sit and watch his lover luxuriating in all that piss he was going to get that night.
Each man was instructed to come through their open front door and head to the bedroom. Timothy thought it would be even more fun for Marco to wear a black mask, never seeing who would be pissing either in his mouth, in his ass, or all over his body.
The first man to enter their home was a young twink, maybe 24 years old at most. He was a short guy, blond hair, on the thin side, light scruff on his face giving an illusion he was man enough to grow a beard. He wore skinny jeans and a patterned tank top under his jacket.
Timothy nodded his head as the kid took off his jacket and threw it on the floor. Marco was lying on his back, legs up.
“Hey, so I can just piss anywhere I want, right?”
“Yes, push your cock in his mouth if you want. Or you can unscrew the butt plug and put your dick in there, or you can piss all over him. He doesn’t care. Hell, you can do whatever you want.”
“Fuck, that’s hot. Is he your boyfriend? He has an amazing body. Look at that ass!”
Marco heard every word and his cock strained in its confines. The men were talking about him as if he were just a random object in the room.
“I think I’m gonna piss up that ass a little first and then I’ll spray his chest. Fucking hot man!”
The young man unzipped his fly and reached inside to pull out his shlong and Timothy had to do a double take. This kid was hung like a horse, even soft! He never expected that as his cock didn’t match up with his body.
“Damn, that’s a huge cock!”, Timothy said aloud. “I bet you get a lot of ass what that thing!”
“You’d be surprised how many guys are scared of this thing. These size queens are all talk and no action.”
“I know you’re only here to piss in my boyfriend, but Marco could definitely take that cock of yours. His hole is like a bottomless pit. Go on, put your dick in his ass.”
“Get on your knees!”
Marco flipped over and positioned himself ass up at the edge of the mattress. The kid took Marco by the hips and lowered his hole to the right height for his optimal entry. He unscrewed the lid of the glass butt plug and saw the hollow hole. It was going to be a tight fit. He spotted the Gun Oil lying on the rubber sheet and squirted some into his hand and spread it over his soft eight inches giving a layer of lube to facilitate its passage.
The twink guided his cock through the hole and since his cock was so lengthy, it actually popped through the other side. The twink closed his eyes and relaxed his breathing. Surely, his piss began to gush rapidly. It sounded like filling a glass with water. Marco felt wariness fill him internally and his heart began to flutter.
“Ohhhh man, I’ve been drinking beer and water all afternoon. Feels good to let it all go inside this beautiful ass!”
Timothy squeezed his growing bulge over his boxer briefs not wanting to take his dick out just yet. Watching this big-dicked young kid fill his boyfriend with urine was quite the sight!
After a minute of continuous peeing, the young buck pulled his dick out and closed the lid. He aggressively pushed Marco on his back and the sound of his piss swishing inside Marco was heard. He took a position kneeling over Marco’s pelvis and let his pee fly. He used his left hand to guide the flow, hitting Marco’s neck down to his pecs, and treasure trial down to his stomach. Marco rubbed it all over his body, once again moaning in a state of utter bliss. Marco stank for sure as he was glazed from neck to crotch. Finally, the well-hung dick owner pushed his cock into Marco’s mouth hole through the mask and let the rest of his piss empty. Marco’s mouth was like a Hoover vacuuming up any piss from the tap he could extract.
Marco’s swinish mouth latched on to the twink’s cod piece and soon it had grown to a full-fledged 10 inch erection.
“Hey bud, you better finish up because our next guest is gonna be here shortly.”
Reluctantly, the twink pulled his cock from Marco’s gasping mouth.
“Yeah, ok. I definitely wanna come back and finish what we started sometime.”
The kid tucked his hard cock back into his pants and a visible tent was created. He grabbed his jacket and passed the next pisser in the hallway.
The second guy was old enough to be their father, probably pushing 50 but a very distinguished looking man. Dark buzzed head with greying at the temples, short cropped beard, brown eyes, a brooding look. He was a bit stocky, barrel chested and wore a blue and white button down shirt with the top 3 buttons exposing wisps of thick, dark chest hair. A shiny gold band on the fourth finger of his left hand. Dark denim jeans and black boots, he looked like a really “Daddy”.
Timothy thought to himself that the man looked a little like Marco’s own father. He sat back in his chair and watched to see what this man would do. Marco was lying flat on his back at this point having not moved from when the twink used him.
In a gruff, deep voice, Marco was ordered, “move closer to me, son.”
Marco followed the sound of the booming voice which landed him still flat on his back but closer to the left edge of the mattress. The man was over 6 feet tall, towering above Marco. The man pulled his jeans down to his ankles, no underwear, and through the forrest of his dark, unkempt pubic region, an average sized uncut cock was revealed, perhaps a bit on the wider side of average, but not by much.
The man family noticed Timothy sitting in the chair across from him and glared as his cock was held firm in his left hand and he began to pour his golden fluid over Marco’s chest right on the breastbone and it splattered wildly. Marco once again began to bleat out loud, enraptured in this unique feeling, like being wrapped in velvet, his hands moving cascading over his hair covered torso. The man stepped downward landing his arc on Marco’s exposed nuts, then moving further to coat his furry thighs and ankles. Marco, like a sea creature, rolled over and the man pissed right on Marco’s ass cheeks. He controlled his flow to a stop when he noticed the glass butt plug.
“Open it”, Timothy blurted.
The man’s eyes arched, “huh?”
“It opens. Piss right inside him.”
The man used his fingers to unscrew, revealing the open ditch. He moved himself on the bed so his cock could securely fit inside and once again opened his bladder, completing his urination.
No piss play is over complete without a taste, at least a tongue tap. He pushed his spent cock into Marco’s mouth and let him polish it off before zipping up and leaving without a word.
“Fuck man, that was so hot. My cock was straining in my shorts. That twink was fucking huge and loved watching that Daddy manhandle you. Let’s get this mask off you for the next two guys. I want to see your eyes light up.”
“Fuck, Timothy. Kiss me. I’m so fucking turned on right now.”
“No, no, no. I’m not going to kiss you right now. I wanna sit right here and look at you lusting for more. I d not seen you this voracious in ages.”
“Oh fuck, I need more. I want more!” Marco was rabid, panting like a dog in heat.
Almost on cue, the third guy in their lineup walked briskly into their bedroom. Timothy had already taken a seat back in his leather chair.
This man was in his 30’s, clearly a gym rat, about 5’10”, Black, clean shaven, bald, and his tight black V-neck accentuated every ripple on his chest and his biceps strained to not tear the fabric of the sleeves that covered them. He was a Black version of Mr. clean with the hoop earring and all. Marco couldn’t believe his eyes as the man approached him sprawled out on the rubber sheet, swimming in the puddles of cold piss under him.
The mans nostrils flared as his nose began to breathe in the strong fumes floating in the air. A wry smile grew across his face. This was his kind of scene, he enjoying pissing on younger men, marking them with his Alpha seed.
Now that Marco was unmasked he had full visibility. His hand swiped off to the side and picked up the poppers. He inhaled in both nostrils, closed the lid, , positioned on all 4’s, his hand reached behind and unscrewed the glass butt plug showcasing his “ass urinal”. He wiggled his ass like a young pup.
Black Mr. Clean pulled his white joggers down, baring a classic white jock strap, in the candlelight, it would be difficult to spot the yellow stains on the front pouch which struggled to constrain the shaft and scrotum underneath.
“Grrrr”, he growled, gawping at the gape in front of him.
He saddled up as if he was in a public toilet, moved his pouch off to the side and pushed his dick inside quickly. Timothy barely got a glance it happened very quickly.
“Mmmmmm fuck”, the man roared as he held Marco’s squirming ass in place and whizzed a heavy flow inside. His own piss mixing in with Timothy’s, the twink’s, and the Daddy’s creating a rare piss cocktail from four different sources.
This Black man was not interested in emptying his full bladder solely in Marco’s butthole. He pulled out, the slit of his cock pedaling with droplets of urine, sealed the lid once again and had Marco lay once more flat on the bed. The main aimed his stream right at Marco’s mouth. He opened wide and welcomed the splatter as it hit him center on the tongue. His beard was becoming quickly soaked, he raised his head slightly to catch more in his mouth and then dunked his head under it like he was in the shower. He “washed” his hair with it, and then the man arched lower and Marco rubbed more warm piss over his chest, his pits, and his arms. He was fully coated now, from head to toe, swallowing some, and even more up his ass. He’s become slightly bloated.
Timothy’s cock was in full mast now, his boxer briefs could no longer hide his erection as it dented like never before. He hasn’t even touched himself. Instead he sat, his legs man spreading, his arms upright, clamped over his head, his vision fixated on the scene that had unfolded in front of him. He knew if his fingers touched his boner, he’d cum hard. He was edging himself and waiting until everyone had their turn with Marco.
“Damn boy, you’re a fucking mess! Pig!”
Then, Black Mr. Clean tucked his cock back into the stained pouch, pulled up his joggers and left them alone.
“Marco, that guy was ripped! Fuck! Turn around, look at my boner. You see how much you turn me on?”
“I want to ride it so badly, Timothy.”
“I know you do, but you can’t. We still have more guys coming and then I might let you sit on my dick. You’re gonna have to really earn it tonight.”
Timothy then said, “it fucking smells in here like a dive bar urinal. Should I open the window?”
“No, please. I love it. I love the way the smell burns my nose.”
Marco began to cup his hands and pour the cooling piss onto his chest and even sipped on some before the last solo guy arrived.
Marco was caught in the act of licking piss from his cupped hands when he had walked in.
“Why do that when you can drink from the tap?”, the stranger said. Another white guy, 30’s, mustache, a red head, green eyes appeared. He had on construction boots, a green t-shirt that said “Williams Bros Construction” written on the front pocket. He looked like he just came from a work site as his pants were covered in plaster and paint.
“Saw your posting on BBRT and thought I’d stop in for a piss on my way home.” The man sounded like he started smoking as a child his voice was that deep and graveled. He pulled off his t-shirt, his chest was sculpted by years of hard work, covered in reddish brown tint, tattoos on his back, forearms and one pec had a red dragon.
“Any preference buddy, I gotta piss real bad.”
Marco knelt on the bed and the man joined him, standing upright as Marco knelt, his knees landing in a pool of cool piss. The man pulled his zipper down and under his blue Jockeys, his soft cock fell out. A thick red bush was hard to miss, it was red like fire. And like most red heads I’ve had the pleasure to have sex with, this construction worker was just as hung as the others.
Marco leapt forward to wrap his lips around it. He was eager to drink more, which he did, and then he moved off of it, using his own hand to guide the flow over his hair again, down his chest, over his cock and back into his mouth.
Marco once again moaning, dirty swine, not giving a shit what the construction worker thought or his boyfriend in the corner. This was all about fulfilling his deep need to bathe in trough full of piss.
“You wanna put some up my ass?
“Fuck yeah, bro.”
Marco spun around and presented his ass, his chest pressing into the piss soaked rubber sheet.
“You have to unscrew the top”, Timothy offered.
The man twisted the cap off and shoved his prick inside, finishing off emptying his bladder. He pulled his dick out when finished and shook it over the hole, letting the drops fall into the darkness. He spun the cap back into place, zipped up, and said, “Thanks man, now I can go home and relax.”
And once again Marco and Timothy were alone. Knowing the grand finale was yet to come. Six different guys were expected!
More to cum…
