Chapter 1: Introduction
Him: “ As I see your cock start to swell and the head lifting upwards I let out another sigh as the flow of piss from my cock ebbs out into drops of precum.
“Yeah same here man”
When you stiffen and the curve of your cock is displayed, i begin wondering if it’s gonna curve so much that the piss will fall right down on your cock again.
I feel a bit brave and angle myself forward again, not trying to hide my rock hard cock, and let out another sigh, more of a moan really, still watching your cock as it grows”
Me: “that’s it bro, enjoy the release”, I say
Him: “ I think you are almost rock hard, I think you notice how drawn I am to you and your curved cock and the attention is making you horny, and from the pissing
I don’t say anything, I just look up at you and give you a brief smile, before looking again at your chest, your stomach, your bush and then your cock again, which has gotten hard and is pointing upwards. And I let out a quiet “fuck”
The stream of piss is still powerful, and I hear that it feels good for you as you groan while the piss is shooting from your cock, upwards thanks to the amazing curve I’m now fully stroking my cock too”
Me: “Damn bro, I really had to piss,” I say, as the stream shoots straight upward from my dick
Him: “Mmm, yeah man… I can see that”
I watch as some of the piss lands on the head of your cock when you lean back and relax, and enjoy relieving yourself
“That is one powerful stream”
And under my breath I say “and some cock…”
Me: The warmth of the piss feels amazing cascading down my swollen head
We both watch as the arc of piss moves backwards, landing on my shaft and then pubes
“Fuck, making a mess here” I say, feigning embarrassment
Him: I watch as your cock and pubes get soaked in your piss, and I desperately want my hand there, to feel your wet pubes and to feel the warmth of your piss as your powerful stream continues to pump out piss from the swollen head.
“Heh… no worries man, must come with the territory, a curve like that.”
I look down on my own cock and hand, which is now wet from pre and some drops of piss.
“Quite a mess here too”
Me: “Yeah man, this curve is a weapon,” I say, looking down at the upturned head
The stream starts to creep up my torso
Washing over the trail of fur on my lower abdomen
We hear the splattering sound of urine on the floor
him:
“Fuck man it really is”
I stare at your body, following the stream of piss as it moves from your cock and pubes upwards. Mouth open, and panting, the stroking of my cock starts making wet sounds from all the pre in my hand and on my cock.
“Damn man, that looks nice and warm…”
Me: next the stream hits the fur between my pecs.
as strong as ever.
him:
My hand starts twitching, like it is begging me to put it on you, on your cock, your piss-soaked body, and under the stream of warm urin.
I raise me hand a bit, not able to take my eye of your chest as the stream hits the fur.
“Fuck man, do you mind?”
I ask with a horny, hungry, desperate voice
me: “Go right ahead,” I say, relishing the feeling of the warm piss blasting into my chest.
Him:
I hold my breath as I move my hand towards you, putting it on your furry stomach, feeling the slickness of your urine soaked fur, then move it up to your chest, and I let out a load moan as the stream of warm piss splashes against my hand.
I move my hand around your pecs, feeling some splashes of ur piss hit my face, my lips, I play with your nipples while I look you in the eye. My tongue sweeps across my lips and find the drops of piss splashed on there.
“Fuck man”
me: “yeah? You like that?” I lick my lips. The view from above is mesmerizing. Your hand is exploring the ridges of my body, while the upturned head of my meat hook blasts away.
him:
“I really do, fuck”
I move a bit closer to ensure that your piss still splashes on me. I’ve let go of my own cock, that is throbbing from this experience and now both my hands are exploring your body, while ur meat hook is blasting it with piss. One hand in one of your pits, the other squeezing one of your pecs then moving down towards your pubes. My hand stops in the bush of your cock, and I look up into your eyes again, as if asking for permission. Permission to feel your curved cock in my hand as it pumps out your piss.
Me: “Go ahead, man. It’s all yours.” I give you a nod, as I feel the piss somehow getting even hotter, the stream more powerful. I feel my adrenaline coursing, with your hand close to my manhood, and I sense the stream blast just a bit lower down the valley between my pecs, as the upturned head hooks even more. The feeling is unreal, as though the shaft is threatening to break itself in half.
him:
I slide my hand around the girth of your hook, letting out a moan and a fuck as I feel the warm, piss soaked skin in my palm. I grab at it decisively and give it a few strokes, making the stream of piss move up and down your body, the head at the end of your cock still releasing warm urine, before you run out of piss, I decide to take hold of the moment, and I put the side of my face against the piss soaked fur on your chest, and angle your meat hook so your warm piss hits my in the face, where my mouth is open as I moan at the feeling
“Fuckkk, so warm man”
me: I chuckle and lean back slightly, enjoying the feeling of your face against my chest. Then I flex the shaft in your hand in several slow deliberate pumps, and watch as the pumping stream dances up and down your face.
him:
I just moan, afraid I’ll cum just from leaning against ur furry chest and receiving the stream of piss from your meaty hook in my face. I angle my head and open my mouth so the stream hits the back of my mouth with an almost gurgling sound that makes me shiver in horniness.
As the stream begins to weaken, I get on my knees in front of you, and look up, while the piss from your hook drips of your balls onto my chest and down my body.
Again, as if asking for permission, I open my mouth, and stick out my tongue, and look into your eyes with a desperate and hungry look
me: I look down at you on your knees, your face still dripping with piss, your eyes locked onto mine. I nod wordlessly giving you the go-ahead, and I feel your hand still gripping the base of my cock, slick with the remnants of piss and, now, strings of heavy precum. My eyes move from your face down to the upturned head, now leaking a steady stream of clear, viscous fluid.
him: I take your balls in my hand, massaging them, coaxing more fluid from them. I stare at the head of your manhood, and the fluid running down the upturned curve of your meat hook. I move my face closer, breath in the scent of piss, manhood and precum. I let out a moan as my young finds it way to where the shaft of your hook meets the head, and I let my tongue travel up to the tip of the upturned head, scooping up ever drop of precum. I let it sit on my mouth and look up at you, I swallow and feel the taste of a man fill my mouth.
me: I put my hand on the back of your head, your hair still dripping from my piss. “Good boy,” I say, my voice thick with lust. “Taste me.”
him:
I take the head of your manhood in my mouth, sucking on it greedily to get as much precum, as much taste as possible into my mouth. I breath heavily as I feel the head of you meat hook flare and pulse in my mouth, and I look up at you smiling at me.
Hearing you call me a good boy, I want nothing more than to be just that, your good boy. So while still tugging on your balls, still looking up at you, I slowly start moving my head forward, onto your hook. I moan against your manhood while I feel your hand on my head gently push me onto your cock. When I feel the upturned head hit the roof of my throat, and my nose press into your piss soaked pubes, I feel my own cock leak precum as an open tap, and I let out a please moan, although that isn’t very audible, as your meat hook is filling my mouth completely.
me: “now that’s what I call a good boy, I say with a smirk, my eyes fixed on the sight of your face buried in my crotch. I feel my curved shaft thrusting the head up into the back of your throat. The pressure on my glans is intense, right into your soft palate. I can feel your body tense, and your hands grip my thighs.
Him:
I grab your thighs as I feel you push your hook pushing against the back of my throat, and I desperately pull myself towards you, my nose and face deeper into your bush, as your hand holds me in place while you groan and my eyes almost roll back. I breath in through my nose, inhaling the scent from your piss and cock-scent, and focus on that to fight of my gag reflex. When I pull back for air, spit and slobber, mixed with your piss and precum, hangs from my mouth to your cock, and runs down my face. I look up at you happily.
“Thank you daddy, do you live nearby? I think you would enjoy my throat more if I was on my back, head over the end of the bed, throat open to this man hook”
I say before I shove my face under your balls and thrust my tongue between you legs, reaching for that space between your balls and your ass, while inhaling your scent, almost making me high
me: “fuck yeah, right around the corner,” I grunt, enjoying the sensation of your tongue on my sensitive area. “Get up, boy,” I command, my cock still rick hard and dripping. “
him:
I immediately throw of my clothes and jump onto your bed, and lay down on my back with my head over the edge of the bed. I see you towering over me, smiling down at this boy you found, still covered in your piss, which I feel with every inhale. The constant reminder of you having marked me with your urine makes my cock leak nonstop, and by now it is completely wet, but I’m ignoring it, only focusing on daddy towering above me, and staring at the bulge under your pants. Longing for the hooked man meat hiding under there. I open my mouth and breath heavily.
“Please sir”
me: I chuckle at you eagerness, unbuttoning my pants. “You’re a hungry little pig, aren’t you?” I say, my voice laced with amusement and lust. I pull down my pants, freeing my cock, which stands tall and proud, still wet and sharply hooked from the earlier shenanigans. I see your eyes locked onto it, your tongue licking your lips, and I can’t help but smirk.
him:
I squirm in anticipation on the bed, eager to feel your hooked cock slide down my throat.
“Yes daddy I am, fuck I want that cock down my throat so bad”
I try to shift myself closer, almost fall out of the bed. But you push me back by the shoulders and then hold me in place by my throat, gently but firmly.
Still with my mouth open I stare at you meat hook, salivating and eager to get my throat pounded by it.
“Please sir”
me: I chuckle and spit in your mouth. My hand grips your throat, pinning you to the mattress. “You want this cock, don’t you, little pig?” I growl, my grip on your throat tightening ever so slightly.
“Greedy, aren’t you boy?” I smirk, keeping the grip on your throat. I rock my hips back and forth, as the bottom of my shaft slides over your open mouth and lapping tongue. Your sounds are muffled, but I can see the pleasure and submission in your eyes.
Above that, I can see just over the upturned head of my wide meat, the veins pulsing wildly as it curves proudly upward, ready and eager to conquer.
"Alright, boy," I whisper, "Open that throat." I let go of your throat long enough for you to gasp in a breath, before I grip it again and hold you in place. With the thumb of my other hand, I press hard at the base of my shaft, forcing the head to flare even wider. The veins pulse wildly, the skin stretched taut over the swollen head, poised over your outstretched tongue, ready to ram into that open throat.