I hated temp work, but I had to do what I had to do. I hadn't been out of college long when I found myself unable to find a job with my bachelor's in English, so I went straight to the temp agency to keep up with paying rent at my new apartment.
I was placed at a model home. The former host had quit, so the property needed me to fill in for a few weeks while they found someone permanent. As a result, I found myself stuck day after day in the deserted office, wearing a suit and tie, waiting for 5:00 to come so I could go home.
Since I could barely go an hour without getting a raging boner, I found this to be a pretty good position. Since I'd found myself without anything to do, I'd graduated from allowing myself to look at my phone once in a while to constantly scanning Facebook, then to watching porn, then to full-on jerking off. Cumming never took me more than a minute anyway; I'd always had a hair trigger and felt confident that I'd be able to rub one out without getting caught, even if someone did walk in.
I'd just started watching a piss video on Tumblr -- two guys rubbing each other while pissing their jeans together -- and my cock was throbbing and leaking pre-cum into my underwear when suddenly the door opened. Shocked, I put my phone down and stood up immediately, and I said, "Good afternoon, how can I help you?"
The other man -- young, fit, with a dazzling smile -- looked pointedly at my pants and said, "It looks like you need more help right now than I do!"
I glanced down and felt my face get hot. My dick was rock hard and jutting out the front of my pants. As the stranger continued to stare, I could both feel and see it twitching, and a wet spot had started to form at the tip. "Oh god, I'm so sorry," I exclaimed, and I started to sit down.
The man walked toward me and said, "No worries man, it's fine, I get those too." He moved his briefcase out from in front of his pants and showed me his own large erection. The jeans he wore with his dress shirt were pretty heavy, but it looked like he had at least a nine-incher stuffed in there. He reached down and gave it a few strokes. "I saw yours and it got me started!" he said, laughing.
I gave an involuntary groan and felt my cock strain and twitch obviously against my soft, silk boxers. "I -- uh --" I said, embarrassed. "I'm gonna -- I mean I might --"
"Can't hold it, huh?" he asked, continuing to stroke himself slowly. By now his own wet spot had formed, and I watched as his fingertips played lightly with his pre-cum. "I'm not sure I can hold mine either. I'm a little . . . premature, to tell the truth." I pictured him cumming and felt my cock surge again. "Say, is there somewhere I can . . . take care of this? And take a piss too? I have to go really bad."
"No," I said, almost moaning aloud. When he looked at me quizzically, I said, "I mean, there is -- but the working bathroom is across the lot. This one is down for repairs right now." Now I was picturing him peeing too, which had me right on the edge.
His face started looking strained. "Well then, we might have a problem," he said, but then his expression changed. "Wait! I have this!" He fished inside his briefcase and pulled out an empty 24-ounce soda bottle. "I can just use this! Sorry, hope you don't mind," he said, before pulling his cock out of his pants. I did moan aloud this time and started to hump the air involuntarily. His dick was thick and meaty with a big mushroom head, and since he was hard, he tried to aim straight into the bottle -- and failed. As his piss stream started, it immediately forked, and while some went into the bottle, the rest squirted all over the brown carpet. "Shit!" he exclaimed, fumbling around and trying to aim into the bottle, wetting his pants and the floor and his hands in the process. He gave up then and just peed hands-free onto the carpet, his urine drumming on the floor and making several dark wet spots and streaks.
"Oh -- oh god!" I moaned, almost whining, as my twitching cock also gave up. I started shooting my load right into my underwear, soaking my grey pants with every spurt. I rubbed the outside of my pants and tweaked one of my nipples as I surrendered to the hot rush of orgasm, spurt after spurt making my sticky pants wetter.
My visitor, still pissing, stared at my penis pulsing and spraying. Without a word, he walked forward and touched my jumping bulge, then started cranking his own dick in his other hand. "Ahhh-ahh-ahhh!" he yelled, releasing his hot load onto the front of my pants, saturating then even more.
As I came down, I realized how badly I, too, had to pee. I almost didn't make it in time but quickly hauled out my dick and pissed all over the carpet, getting the same area he'd destroyed, relieving myself while looking him straight in the eye. "That's so hot," he moaned, hand still working his spent dick.
As my stream ended, I turned to face him and thrust forward, dribbling the last of my pee onto his exposed cock and hand. Our dicks touched then, and we rubbed them together lightly, sliding them around in our mutual piss and cum.
"I'm Sean," I said. He laughed. "I'm Alan," he said. "You wanna do this again?" I asked. He nodded. "Yeah, I really do," he said. We walked across the deserted lot together with our dicks hanging out of our pants and cleaned up in the sink as best we could. He had to piss again when we got there, so I held his dick for him while he did.
After that day, we remained friends with benefits and continued to experiment with marking our territories in public places before masturbating each other or ourselves into our pants . . . and sometimes meeting up with like-minded guys. But that's another story for another time.