City Of Thorns: NE 44th
NE 44th
The tale of a shark learning that he likes to swim in salty waters.
When Alex first moved here, he foolishly believed that there would be some sort of public bathroom, or urinal, or SOMETHING, somewhere in Portland that he could access after 10 PM. This, of course, turned out to be wrong.
So, as he hurriedly scampered on the 9 Broadway back home, his bladder screaming at him to empty it, he crossed his legs tightly, cutting of legs to his thick, blue sharky cock.
This only caused it to shoot out, just a smidge, but a short burse of hot shark piss upon his thigh, rolling off his khakis and down his ballsac.
He blushed heavily and looked around to see if anyone had saw. Only been here three days and you wet yourself in public, why did he have to drink so much? He whimpered to himself as he pulled down the string by the window, STOP REQUESTED lighting up on the big neon letters at the front of the bus. Because of this unexpected stop, he would have to walk a few blocks up to 47th street and his bladder wasn't getting any emptyier. He dashed behind a wall, and waited for the bus to pass. He quickly unzipped the front of his pants, reaching inward to grab hold of the thick, fat blue cock and pulling it out, exposing it to the chilly Portland night air. Almost immediately after doing so, he found his blue member spurting piss into a bush in a neighbors garden, pissing so hard that it actually splashed up, causing Alex to wince as it splashed upon his cheek, the hot liquid spewing from the large opening upon his cock tip.
He continued to spray it against the plants and then up onto the wall, watching it run down the brick wall of the house, the hot liquid spraying with a heavy odor of musk.
The flow began to die down his free paw, resting on his ballsac as he positioned the paw down the base of the cock, milking the last bits of piss out and then shaking it free. With each shake, some of the piss would land on the tip of his foreskin, as he moved it back and forth. He played with the skin around his tip, letting it slide forward, and then pulling it back, the piss sliding underneath is head, his cock shining from the wetness. He kinda enjoyed it, knowing he shouldnt let the piss get up in there, knowing it would smell if he didnt wash it right away..He began to become erect, even more so then from exposing his blue member to the cold, and indulged himself as he slapped his cock against his fat thigh, each time more piss would run down or fly up onto his chest. He looked around nervously before wiping it with his fin and licking it clean, never having done so before, but he was in a new city..and he found that he was actually kind of enjoying the musky taste.. He did this again and again, even though he was basically done, but he didn't care, he never knew that hot, musky piss could be this much fun, oh, he just had that much more to look forward to when he got a mate. He wiped up the last loose drop of piss that was running down his leg, savoring the musky taste before shoving his cock back into his pants.
In the ocean, sharks go wherever they please, and in a city that's so wet you may think you're underwater, they get easily confused... HB