*Fetish Warning - Piss Play*
The first part of this story has a lot of piss play in it. Future updates* will not have fetish aspects to them. It felt right to move the story to other areas.
Would love as much feedback as possible. Trying to hone my writing skills.
*Future updates refer to anything after today's date. Everything posted today was already written with the fetish in it.
Alex woke up not wanting to move from his warm bed. His radio alarm was blaring some guitar driven rock song. As he willed himself out of sleep mode he heard the news break in. Two feet of snow had covered the area overnight and it was still coming down. Businesses were closed, streets shut down, all residents were advised to stay indoors and wait out the storm.
Alex rolled over and turned off the alarm, bringing silence to the room. He threw the covers over his head and laid there for a moment. Just before he drifted back to sleep his body reminded him, it’s morning. His dick was hard and his bladder was waiting to be emptied. Alex groaned, took a deep breath, and curled up to go back to sleep, ignoring his needs.
The dream came just as sleep retook him. Alex was standing in Patrick’s office discussing a client. Alex watched Patrick’s mouth move but the words stopped reaching his ears. He loved the fullness of Patrick’s lips. The flick of his tongue as it hit a certain syllable. He loved looking into his deep blue eyes, and watching the way his dark hair became unruly by the end of the day.
Patrick was athletic and it affected the way his suit laid on his body, his muscular arms and chest were outlined when he moved. Alex often imagined what it would be like to see Patrick out of that confined clothing. He shook off the feeling of wanting to rip Patrick’s clothes off and reached for the file just as Patrick was closing the folder. Their hands brushed against each other and Alex felt it like an electric shock. He glanced at Patrick who was looking back at him, had he said something and was waiting for a response? Alex had no idea.
Just as he was going to ask Patrick if he had said something, Patrick did the one thing Alex had been dying for. He reached up, grabbed the back of Alex’s neck and pulled their faces together, smashing their lips to each other. Alex’s breath was knocked out of him for a moment but he regained control, he did not want to miss a single moment of this kiss.
Patrick began to pull away but Alex held him there. Patrick put his hand on Alex’s face and gave a slight push, motioning that the door to his office was wide open. He wasn’t trying to stop he just wanted it to be more private. Alex moved to let Patrick slip past him and shut the door. He locked it to make sure they would not be disturbed. He returned to Alex and leaned into him, this time with his whole body. Alex could feel Patrick’s hard cock against his leg. He felt an immediate need to taste it, feel it in his mouth. He put his hand on Patrick’s chest and pushed him down in his chair.
Alex tried as hard as he could to not be in a hurry but he was eager to get into Patrick’s pants. He fumbled with the belt but recovered well, managing to get the button and zipper open without a problem. He could see the outline of Patrick’s hard dick against his tight white briefs. Alex put his face closer and breathed in the musky scent. He looked up at Patrick as he grabbed onto the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down.
Patrick smiled and nodded and Alex leaned in further. He used his tongue first, licking from the head to the end of the shaft and taking each ball into his mouth. He made his way back to the tip and slid Patrick’s dick into his mouth. He moved closer into Patrick’s crotch bringing the hard dick deeper in until he could not handle any more. He licked, sucked and bobbed on Patrick’s dick until he closed his hand on Alex’s arm and announced he was cumming. Alex took in all of Patrick’s cum, swallowing it like it was the best drink he’d ever tasted. Patrick pulled Alex’s face closer to his own and kissed him, allowing his tongue to sweep Alex’s mouth and taste his own fluids. Patrick broke away from the kiss and grabbed Alex by his tie, pulling him up from the floor.
Alex stood in front of Patrick, looking down at him as his strong hands opened the belt, button and zipper of Alex’s pants. He let them fall to the floor. Patrick smiled as he noticed the front of Alex’s briefs were wet with precum. He grabbed the elastic band and pulled down on them, watching as a string of clear jizz dripped down off the head of Alex’s cock. Patrick stuck his tongue out and let the liquid drip onto it before licking the head of Alex’s dick and taking it deep into his throat. Alex’s knees almost gave out as he felt the warmth of Patrick’s mouth. It was all he could do to hold on long enough to take in the feeling before he was announcing he was cumming. Before the words even left his mouth he felt the hot liquid escape his dick and land on Patrick’s waiting tongue.
They kissed once more before pulling their pants back on and making sure they did not look like they had just sucked each other’s dicks. Patrick opened his office door and watched as Alex staggered down the hall back to his office.
As the dream faded Alex found himself lying in bed with a pool of cum next to him. He let out a chuckle as he tried to remember the last time he had a wet dream. Then he realized something important. His bladder was still full. He reached for the covers but it was too late. Piss was flowing out of his dick. He tried to stop it. There was no use. Alex was pissing his bed. Lying there in his own piss and cum, Alex first felt weird, and then realized he’d enjoyed the sensation of it. Feeling the warmth of the piss as it pooled around his body, the sensation of relief as it escaped his dick.
He got out of bed and threw on some sweats, socks and a sweatshirt before making his way into the kitchen to get food. Alex put two pieces of bread in the toaster and readied the coffee pot. He stood at the counter to wait for his toast and coffee. He thought about all the ways he’d enjoy his day snowed in. His first mission was to piss himself again. The toaster dinged and Alex was awakened from his daydream. He scarfed down the toast standing at the counter, downed three glasses of orange juice and took his coffee with him to the couch where he flicked on the TV to wait for his bladder to fill.