Devils Threesome

By Abra Cadabra

Published on May 4, 2023

Gay

==Chapter 8==

They got into the two-seater car, which felt a little damp with piss on the interior.

Pete directed the driving muscle punk onto a main street.

Now that he was back in a vehicle, Pete couldn't just piss every few seconds, so the piss pain was rising again until it was worse than since before the piercing session.

The two shiny athletic boys with semi hard-ons were both breathing sharply with every bump in the road.

"Can you stop somewhere?"

Kellan sucked in air. "I'm fucking trying. Look at those side alleys. All parking spaces fucking filled."

They drove past a parking garage. No money meant they'd have to find a free spot on a Saturday when nobody had driven off to work.

Kellan veered halfway into an apartment block's driveway, halting at the steel gate.

They hopped out and glanced to the sides. The nearest group of people was a quarter block away. Not that it really mattered because the two were already pissing in arcs from their hardening dicks.

The sensation of relieve was nearly orgasmic. Pete had never imagined pissing could feel so good.

He looked over at the tall blond's shimmering physique who quivered at his own piss-gasms, flexing his striated monster ass. Pete soaked in the view, wishing he could `soak' for real in the golden sprinkles.

"So how have you been?" Pete asked while a piss shiver made his spine practically vibrate.

"You want to make fucking small talk?" Kellan asked, casually directing his stream at the vehicle.

"Hey, not on my car," Pete said with playful anger and crossed streams with the straight guy.

Kellan stepped back as their collision made piss spray on him.

"Fuck off. I mean, ugh..." He took a deep breath over the sound of two streams raining onto concrete. Drool hung from his chin. "I'm sorry, really. I'm just not in the mood to catch up." He quivered with a little piss-gasm as the already huge pressure of his `hose' increased one last time, then shook the last few squirts out of his erection and turned around to see if pedestrians were getting near.

Pete bit his lower lip and drooled at the sight of the athletic punks cock-and-ball tattoo which extended from the base of his neck so far up, it almost looked like the blond mohawk was the ink-dick's cum shot. And the athletic nudist was still unaware of it.

Then the gay demon vessel was done pissing, too. For now.

"Let's go," Pete said and slipped back into the passenger seat.

"Fucking hell," Kellan said, dropped into the driver's seat and pissed a little out the door. "Why can't I just stop pissing? This is so frustrating." He shivered and added quietly, "but feels good."

Seconds later Kellan pulled out of the driveway and sped toward the mall. They were close enough that he could navigate by signage.

Pete had nothing to do but keep his mind off the rising piss pain. He was slowly jerking off. He used both hands to keep his crotch covered but he certainly wasn't fooling the straight guy next to him. Kellan didn't say anything though.

For a good minute, the quiet drive was going well.

All this sweating and pissing and cumming was taking a toll on Pete. He felt quite thirsty all of the sudden.

"Urgh," Kellan croaked. "My throat is so dry I can't... ergh-" He couldn't talk anymore. His face contorted with discomfort.

Pete was drying out from his lips to his throat and down to the stomach lining. He needed liquid – now. And Kellan seemed to feel the same.

They awkwardly croaked at each other as the driver parked halfway onto the sidewalk.

The solution was obvious. They had to drink their own piss, like Pete had seen Tai do. But he had thrown out the bottle.

Pete went first, pissing at his face and trying to catch it. But his stream was no longer hose-like, having suddenly turned into a wild spray, going everywhere but up.

Kellan's piss followed, similarly raining into all directions except at his face where he aimed.

There was only one option and Pete couldn't bare the thirst one second longer.

As droplets rained all around him, the gay hunk leaned over and swallowed the straight guy's dick head. Instantly, the liquid began relieving him of the worst dry mouth he had ever felt – just enough to make him stay in place.

Kellan got the hint and bent across. Pete helped out by turning aside. They 69-ed, drinking eagerly. Kellan didn't want to take dick in his mouth so he hovered over Pete's dick hole and accepted that most of the precious thirst-quencher splashed pointlessly onto his face.

"Move," Kellan said, hoarse.

"Can't," Pete mumbled, dick in mouth. "No room."

Kellan grabbed his equally humiliated companion by the mohawk and pulled him aside to reach the seat's buttons.

The Smart car didn't offer enough room to turn the seats fully flat but they got enough room to 69 comfortably. As they drank each other in, someone knocked aggressively at the window, then screamed in shock as they saw inside and went away.

At last, the streams drizzled out and their thirsts were quenched.

Pete wanted to pull away as Kellan did, but the straight muscle punk grabbed the gay one's mohawk again – this time pushing him down.

"Suck it," Kellan groaned with heavy breath.

Pete slid his mouth down the perfectly lubricated shaft, working his tongue along the frenulum piercing. His drool flowed past his lips and down Kellan's crotch.

One of Pete's hands was busy jerking his own dick, the other explored the pecs and abs of the `converted' straight hunk, running over the huge HIMBO tattoo.

"So fucking horny," Kellan whispered in an almost whiny voice.

"Hey," someone shouted and knocked on their window. "You can't just park on- Oh god. Fucking hell." The guy outside walked off. The two drenched boys couldn't spare a thought.

Pete cummed. If there had been a load of jizz on his abs it was getting pissed away right after – now with a nicely coherent stream once again.

Seconds later, Kellan shot his load into his cocksucker's mouth, naturally hosing it down with more piss than he should ever have been able to contain.

"Fuuuck," Kellan groaned and leaned back, drooling unashamedly onto his chest. "I needed that. Uh..." He reached out to fist bump. "Thanks, bro."

"Anytime," Pete said, fist bumped back, and licked one corner of his lips as he drooled from the other. "Let's get going."

Their ride continued.

"Mall's a minute away," Kellan said. "Who are we looking for?"

"I don't actually know," Pete admitted. "There's this attorney for clients in supernatural trouble. He's supposed to wear a suit."

"Okay," Kellan said. "I don't think many shoppers are going to fit that description. Also, I just realized we can't use the parking lot cause we can't pay the fee. Should we... erm... The fuck?"

Every warning light on the dashboard had gone on.

A tire bust.

"Fuck!" Kellan shouted, spraying saliva, and steered into a side street.

Both glistening, athletic guys lost control of their bladders and sprayed the windscreen with piss as the car danced from side to side on the mercifully quiet road.

"Fuuuuck," they both shouted as they were thrown around, their streams waving in front of their faces.

Kellan got the vehicle to stop without crashing, half on the road, half on grass. Smoke was coming from under the hood. They took a moment to calm their breaths without comment, sweating even more than they already did.

"Fucking hell," Pete said and got out. His racing heart made his dick harden. "Did the Oni do this?"

"How should I know?" Kellan asked, sounding more worried than angry. "What can or can't demons do?"

The car was leaking every possibly fluid at once. No way was this a coincidence.

"Come on," Kellan said and grabbed the gay muscle punk by the arm. He slipped off the sweat slick, hairless skin, his hand sliding along Pete's arm and ending up in Pete's hand. The taller himbo pulled Pete after him.

The sight of the straight jock's insanely luscious lower body and the perverse F-U and C-K tattoos on his calves got Pete's focus away from his lost cause of a car.

They jogged toward the mall, semi hard dicks flopping awkwardly.

Anyone who arrived on foot was going to see them and possibly get them in trouble so they had to be fast.

"Everyone's staring," Pete said, panting. "We have to hide our erections somehow."

"Dude, we have to cum," Kellan said, barely catching his breath. "Or else this boner isn't going down. I'm still 90% as horny as before you... uh, before you helped out. And I need to piss."

They hopped across a slight ditch at the road side and ducked between delivery trucks. The vehicles were too spread out to give perfect cover but the boys could choose from which angle to be visible.

Both guys held their erections forward and pissed ahead while figuring out how to hide.

"Fuck, there's someone," Pete said. A delivery driver started his truck and pulled out, leaving them with fewer options.

"Let's be quick," Kellan said.

Pete crouched down and swallowed the straight guy's dick, lubing it with all the drool he had overflowing his mouth. Meanwhile, he jerked off.

Kellan shivered as he fingered his ringed nipples. "I'd pay you back, but I'm no cocksucker. Sorry."

Pete only gave a thumbs up and fingered his own nipples with one hand.

They cummed within seconds of each other. Pete had to pull away as the straight guy's piss stream overflowed his mouth, getting the hose across his face while he sprayed his own cum-piss stream upward, splashing it on Kellan's immense thighs.

They were both breathing heavy but their erections weren't as rock hard anymore. Maybe they'd pass for "shower, not grower" types out for a nude jog.

They certainly looked like the cocky, self-obsessed assholes who would come up with an idea like that.

They reached the mall's parking lot without incident but barely dared to jog half a circle around the cars before their courage left them.

Slipping behind the shopping cart hut, Pete sighed deeply as he unleashed a flood down his thighs. He looked down, drooling onto his pulsing semi.

"Man," Kellan said, joining in with his own stream down his rippling thighs. "Those shivers are mind-numbingly good. Getting real used to piss-gasms."

Yeah," Pete said. "But the pain's also mind-fuckingly bad."

"True. Can you see a guy in a suit anywhere?"

The cart hut was only blocking their view from one side, letting them overlook most of the parking lot – and letting most of the parking lot see them in turn.

"I've not really been looking," Pete admitted. "I don't want to see everyone staring at me."

Kellan grunted. "I'm not giving any fucks anymore. I look like a mix of cocky fitness model, punk douche and pervert faggot. I might as well suck dick at that point. Uh, no offence to all present cocksucker pros." He chuckled with a side glance at Pete. Then his eyes fell on the devilish face on Pete's chest. "I don't meant it like that, kay bro? I just want that demon king fucking dead."

"Uh yeah, same, bro," Pete said. "Wait... is that guy waving it us? The attorney!"

The gray haired man filled his designer suit well. He stood a few rows away, giving them a casual wave.

As the boys jogged up to him he turned towards a jeep's rear and beckoned them closer.


Now the trio can get purified and everything will be fine forever. Or something like that...

Next: Chapter 9


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