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That time on the couch was all Peter could think about the next day. It had felt so good to pee while he ground against his dad, pleasure rolled up his spine from two different things and he loved it. The feeling of warmth that surrounded him and Tony when he pissed all over their lower halves could easily get his cocklet twitching in his shorts. He wanted to feel it again, he wanted to have his daddy pee all over him too, maybe on the floor or bed next time.
The very idea plagued his mind every second of the day; when he was shoveling spoonfuls of cereal in his mouth, he thought about letting go and pissing all over his chair and letting it dribble to the floor. When he was at school, his mind wandered from his schoolwork to sitting in the passenger seat of his dad’s Audi and peeing in the seat while he drove, imagining how he’d have to hold himself back from pressing Peter against the door and shoving his tongue down the boy’s throat. At home when he was watching television, he imagined wetting himself all over the leather cushions and waiting for Tony to return home and see his baby boy sitting in a puddle of his own urine. Late at night when his dad was pounding into his greedy hole, he imagined releasing his bladder and watching it splash against his father. At night after he was tucked right into bed, he couldn’t stop the idea of peeing all over his bed to plague his mind.
Every day was the same routine of ‘what if’ as he so desperately wanted to experience that feeling again. He made a habit of holding off his bladder for as long as he could, hoping that maybe he’d go past his limit and make a beautiful mess.
By the fourth day, he’d gotten very impatient and decided to plan out how he’d do it. He decided to start easy, he would hold his bladder throughout the day and made sure to drink plenty of water.
Tony was supposed to return home at 4:30 and the clock read just past 2:00 so he had two and a half more hours to go, Peter really hoped he could hold it that long.
By 3:45, Peter wasn’t able to move without the risk of peeing too soon. He whimpered and wiggled in his spot on the leather couch, unable to focus on the TV at all.
At 4:00, Peter was in pain. His bladder was so full, he felt Like it would explode at any moment, still he pressed on. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes and he internally begged the clock to move faster to reunite him with his father.
Finally, the seconds ticked by and the clock struck 4:30. Peter sighed in relief when he heard the door open and shut, indicating his father’s return. The tiniest dribble escaped him and he clenched back down on his bladder to hold it in a moment longer, waiting until Tony was close enough for it to be fresh.
“Peter, I’m home!” The man called out to the boy and Peter tried to look as nonchalant as possible while he faced the TV. He could hear his footsteps approaching the living room and finally let go of his bladder. The telltale hiss could just barely be made out through the noise on the television, his tight jeans quickly soaked through and he watched a puddle form in his lap.
Tony reached the living room quickly and seemed puzzled by the overly relieved face the boy wore. “Happy I’m home?” He teased with a playful grin, instinctively he looked down at Peter’s crotch to look at his hard cocklet, only to take notice of an ever growing puddle around the boy. It had gotten large enough that piss was spilling down the front of the couch and soaking through the carpeted flooring. Tony felt his dick get larger in his pants when Peter looked up at him innocently.
“I’m sorry daddy! I did something bad.” He said through teary eyes, despite his very erect penis, trying to get the man going.
Tony growled and pounced onto the small boy, who was still releasing urine. His pants were now soaked through and the poor carpet would have to be replaced due to how much of Peter’s pee saturated it.
“Fuck baby, there’s so much piss. Did you hold it all day just for me?” He asked the boy sweetly and pressed him further into his mess until his entire body was covered in the urine.
Peter nodded and let himself be held down by his strong daddy and let him undo his belt.
Tony slipped out of his pants and then his boxers, taking the undergarment and letting it soak up a bunch of pee and he held it over Peter’s face. “Open up baby.” He said and waited for the boy to oblige him. His mouth opened to reveal his gritty pink tongue and white rows of teeth, which were missing in a few spaces. He squeezed the saturated underwear and watched the pee drizzle into his mouth intently, observing the way Peter licked his lips to get more of the sour taste. “I was going to relieve myself in the bathroom, but I think I have a better idea.” He told him. He grabbed onto his cock and held it up to Peter’s mouth, spraying his piss all over his face. He didn’t finish there though. He stopped his stream and moved down to the boy's crotch and let out a bit more on his already drenched pants before yanking them off his beautifully marked legs. With a wide grin, he pushed himself into Peter’s already stretched hole. His baby was so good at preparing himself for him.
He let his bladder release and emptied the rest into his beautiful ass. Tony couldn’t help himself and roughly rammed himself in and out of Peter’s clenched hole, listening to the incoherent noises tumbling from his mouth while his small body rocked back and forth with Tony’s rough jerks.
“PleAse,, mo-Oh-re dad..dy.” Peter breathed out through moans and cries of pleasure.
With the encouragement, Tony gripped harder around Peter’s waist, knowing it would leave lingering marks on his skin, and slammed in harshly and nailed his prostate.
Peter saw stars and let out a scream at how good it felt as he came hard, ass clenching around Tony’s cock. it had been borderline painful and he craved more.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum baby.” Tony groaned and came with a final push inside, letting his ass fill with semen alongside the piss. Tony wasn’t quite ready to empty Peter out, so he hoisted him up, still stuffed snugly with his dad’s large dick, and walked up the wooden staircase and into his large bedroom. He rifled around in a drawer, careful not to hurt Peter and searched for his favorite butt plug; a large blue one, with a polished ruby at the head. He gently slid out, so as not to jostle him and quickly replaced himself with the plug.
He made quick work of cleanup, not even bothering with the mess downstairs as he bathed his sweet boy and dressed him in fresh garments.