Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2009 09:10:05 +0000 (GMT)
From: A pants fan <tosserlad@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Chav Geezer's Dog (urination/authoritarian M/M)

I had been distracted by movement out of the living room window. Across the
car park past the barrier and where the driveway joins the road. Distracted
from a long edging wank late on a Saturday summer light, I had seen Kevin,
one of the fit estate straight lads, come out of his front door and strut
over to the roadway where his mates were getting out of a car.

He was wearing full chav gear. Branded but not new trackies, a tee shit and
a light bomber jacket. Old trainers on his feet. He had been about 12 when
I came to the estate, his dad was the caretaker. Fit little soccer thug,
dirty blond hair, skinny but well shaped with broad shoulders and a skinny
waist. Long legs and big feet, showing his pants waistband even at that age
- had lots of wanks over that lad. He had kept trim but was now a young man
veering between chav and skinhead to look at. Now 5feet 10inches and 22
years old he worked in the delivery department of a local supermarket. He
had frequent girlfriends. I always eyed them with envy - getting knobbed by
that hot, fit spunk factory: going to sleep every night with a cunt full
leaking his spunk, inhaling his armpit scent; sucking off his morning hard
on before he went to work and then laying in bed sniffing his underpants
and wanting him bad. The usual perverted wank fantasy.

They were talking and laughing for ages hanging around at the gate. Then
looking around to see if anyone was visible, Kevin turned away from the
group to face my windows at a distance. He pulled down the front of his
trackies. From a pair of bulging red boxer briefs he hauled out a his lush
chav cock: semi erect, uncut and he played his piss over a bush growing
through the railings. Fuck! The shock of this wonderful intimate act was
like a bolt of electricity. I stared wide eyed in total disbelief at the
raw effect this sex display had on me .

He shook his cock and tucked it away. The whole scene burned into my
memory. He turned around and joined his mates in the car which then drove
away.

The car park was now deserted. The road was empty of traffic, I was totally
out of control - totally in the thrall of chav cock. Wearing only a loose
tee shirt, shorts and trainers I went out of my flat. Walked as casually as
possible across the car park towards the road way. There was no-one
around. I could see the hedge glistening in the street light and the dark
wet pool spreading across the dry paving. Looking around, nervous but
intent, I let my legs brush into the leaves where he had emptied his
bladder. The piss was warm on my legs and running down in thrilling streams
of prohibited lewdness. Shaking with excitement, I went out to the street
and looked in each directioin. It was clear - no people, no traffic. I
returned to the hedge. Just like a dog I felt as I just squatted on the
pavement and let his piss drench my shorts so my arse hair was soaked in
his cool smelly piss. My cotton tee absorbed his delicious cock spill and I
brushed my head and face through the wet leaves allowing his piss to coat
my hair and skin. Fuck this was so horny. I was totally out of control. I
pulled myself together and walked back towards my flat.

I lay on the bed and smelling his piss on my arms and head, feeling my arse
and balls wet with this lovely stuff that had been in him so recently. I
had a really excellent big wet wank. Fell asleep. Woke up smelling of his
stale piss - even stronger. More helpless great wanking and so on three or
times - just fantastic perverted sex imagining him pissing on me.

A tap at the door. Looked at my watch - Sunday morning. Who? What? Went to
the door - opened it. Kevin.

His nose wrinkled unconsciously as I opened the door in the same gear I had
on all night. I was totally dry now though.

"Hi there mate." He looked quite serious, "got something you might like to
see ..."

"Really?"

"Was just changing the tape in the security cameras for the old man this
morning. Something very strange went down last night. I think you'd like to
see it. Seems like there was a big dog out there"

Security camera??? Dog??? What the fuck??

I pulled on my track pants over my shorts and left the flat. I walked
across the car park with him to the caretaker's small office building. He
closed the door behind me on its latch and showed me into the room with the
security monitors. Playing with a switch he spun the recording back where
the time was 10pm last night. We watched the time lapse shots of the
barrier. Him and his two mates chatting. Then him turning away - nothing of
the sight I had seen from my window. "See, I turned away from the camera
for a piss" he said "But then there is this big dog" it kind of happened in
slo' mo'. Me coming into shot. My legs in the leaves where he had pissed.
Then me sitting in the pool of urine with my face in the leaves and my eyes
closed as I was inhaling him.

"Amazin, ain't it technology?  . . Must be a dog, innit. Sniffing piss,
squatting its arse in piss, putting its head in pissy bushes?  . . . See
the thing is mate. I don't give a fuck about you bein a dirty queer or a
piss sniffing dog cunt."

God this language is giving me an erection.

" All the lads here know you are a cocksucker. . . . You been scopin out my
arse since you moved here. My dad warned me - but you never made any
approach so that's cool. We know you were gettin knob off the paki lad
Faisal till he left. Cool mate. No worries."

"Fact is you can have more piss - a lot of it. Fucking dirty dog I will
drench you. You ain't gonna wash often either - so neighbours will know you
are a piss trough dog. But you gonna have to fuckin pay up fer it. You
gonna be a bit like the toilet in Victoria Station mate - seen you in there
too scopin out cock - except you gonna pay me for pissin on yer." He takes
out a cigarette and lights it slowly.

My dick is now leaking with excitement. I am blushing and shaking with
excitement.

"So just sit still where you are and this is what we'll do. I am gonna piss
on you here in my dad's office. If a drop of piss goes anywhere on the
furniture or floor you this tape will be left in the machine for him to see
on Monday. Maybe even the police."

He draws on the cigarette and exhales. He takes a step back from me and
unzips his combat trousers. I notice he is wearing the same red boxers as
last night. Despite all the risk and shame I can only stare at the bulge in
his boxer briefs admiring the shape of the fat packet, Looking at the
cotton for spunk stains, Inhaling the magic scent of fit straight boy
cock. Looking into his strong young face and leaking pre-cum in my pants.

"I can already whiff the piss on yer. .doggy . yeah you you filthy
cunt. You was wearing that tee in the security pictures . . . .  you fuckin
slept in my piss. Unbelievable man. " As he says this he is hauling out his
cock about 8inches from my face. In the close confines of the office I
smell his sex. Sweat, cock and maybe lad wank. Six inches of thick very
white magnificent, uncut penis flops out of the strecthed out fly. A think
dark blond pubic bush radiating sex heat and day old musk. "Don't even
think of touching it you fuckin dog - just sniff it"

He brings his rig close to my nose and I sniff his male ripeness. More
leaking in my pants from the extreme closeness of menace and a big chav
knob. He makes himself comfortable taking aim at my mouth. Hauls out his
big sack of sweaty bollocks which send the scent of his sex glands into my
brain. Now full erection in my pants. This is even better than my pervy
wank fantasy. The smell is intoxicating. I can sort of sense him leering at
me in amazement: that I am just sitting there as his piss receiver.

He lets go slowly at first. A hot shock arcing over my face and down my
chest.

"Not a drop on this furniture rememeber.!" Then he moves slightly closer
and I become his urinal. He is pointing his piss stream into my mouth about
three inches from my nose. The pressure of the jet of piss, the heat of his
body, together with the flavour and smell is so exciting. I am gulping down
his warm man water, not quite drowning in the flow. Inhaling the delicious
spray through my nostrils as it deflects off my teeth and lips . Looking
with insatiable lust at his hot sex. Loving the detail of how the shaft
moves as the piss passes through it. How he varies his fingers to adjust
the stream, My instinct wants me to take the cock right into my mouth, but
he pulls away as I try to.

"No no, you just a urinal boy. No spunk for you old feller. You are for
pissing over and I am for getting paid."  Drawing on the cigarette he
guides the stream into my mouth. I am staring at the glimpses of his piss
slit as the foreskin retracts and then slips forward again. The spray is
coarser when the piss passes through the foreskin. I love every wet
microsecond of it.

Finally the overall abuse is so overwhelming I spunk off in my track pants,
my heart pounding with lust at being dominated and abused by this sex god.

He stands back after about a 50 second stream and shakes off the
drips. Then finishes the cigarette and stubs it out in the ashtray. He
exhales smoke a final time and tucks his cock away with a deft movement of
his right hand. He puts the fingers to my nose and I breathe in the
nicotine and sex mixture.

"Now let's just make sure you have done a good job - get up!"

He and I both look around and there is no sign of piss except on me. He
takes the tape out of the monitor - "ok well this is safe for now then" he
waves it at me with a leer.

"Better get doggy back to his place then."

My legs are jelly. But we walk back to my place. He tells me to give him
some money. He knows what he wants. I pay with gratitude that I shall never
be able to express.

"Not bad" he sneers "a paying urinal. I'll let you know if I need you
again"


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