The Filth Club PART 1

This is the story of two nymphomaniacs at college, Ivan and Marius.

Marius was short and lean, with short curly brown hair and big eyes. He liked bottoming but would top from time to time. He was also moody, but that didn’t stop his cuteness. Even when he was mad his features betrayed the seriousness of his actions. Sometimes he took that as advantage depending of the situations he got in.

Ivan on the other hand, was very tall and built. This didn’t stop him from bottoming once in a while. His Russian ancestry were a gift in the looks area, he looked like a model. He was a model when he needed money, and he did that very well. His long dirty blond hair made him unique in a way that some times people compared him to a heavenly horse. Pegasus, maybe. He was light-hearted and eager to try whatever he could think of. 

They were boyfriends. Boyfriends with many kinks and cero care for being spotted on the act. They did it everywhere, at campus, at home, at bathrooms, at their friend’s dorm.

Because of this, the friends they did were usually similar to them in what they liked. They called it The Filth Club.

They shared their kinks, discussed what was new, good, bad or too much. They also helped each other with props for scenes if they role-played. They watched the others in the group fuck, or even participated. And sometimes, they organized orgies twice a year like a special event. It was a special group to belong to. They felt at home at it.

One day, Ivan had proposed to Marius to try some urophilia. Ivan wanted to see Marius pee. Marius played fool because he thought that was kind of stupid, but he hadn’t said no, so Ivan still had a tad of hope he would let him see. They went to the office of a professor that was a friend of them through the same ‘lack of morality’ they shared, or so he had said when they found each other at a BDSM party once, some months ago.

Jonah, the professor, was always curious about their couple dynamic and asked all the time about the roles they played in the bedroom. He was some kind of vouyeur. For example, this time around he asked who liked to bottom the most. Ivan liked to share this information even when he wasn’t asked, so he happily answered it was Marius who usually took it up the ass, but that he liked to submit once a month, at least. Marius just lied for a while in a sofa in the room, questioning why he dated such a gigantic puppy. He could hear clearly how Ivan now was sharing his opinion on urophilia and how he would like to experience with it. Jonah said that it was an act of domination, to watch someone pee, because it was such a private issue nobody wants to be seen or smelled doing. Giving that to a partner supposed control and power and that was exhilarating. Marius feared he would be roped into that, because he knew that if he didn’t taste it he would resist, but if he did it the one time, he was sure he’d like it. He was easy like that and he knew it.

All this talk about pee though, betrayed him and made him conscious about his bladder. He could not say out loud he needed to go to the bathroom or Ivan would follow to see, so he said he was going out for a smoke. Ivan followed anyway, so Marius continued to play dumb.

Outside, in the garden behind the faculty building, they sat doing nothing. Smoking, innocently. Marius felt bad holding the pee, he was sweating. Ivan could see he was secretive but didn’t say so. Instead he told his boyfriend how attractive he found him always, even when distressed. He told him how much he loved him no matter what, and that made Marius feel weak on the knees. This part of Ivan was so sweet. He sat on the grass and Ivan followed, sitting a little bit closer, breathing softly near Marius’ neck. “Let me suck you” he said, and Marius didn’t have the strength to say no; he never did. Ivan took Marius’ dick out of his pants, and Marius knew this was going to be a disaster, his cock over-sensitive because of his full bladder.

Ivan sucked and bobbed his head in a tortuous and sloppy rhythm, making Marius grunt and moan in disarray. Ivan liked to dirty talk, saying things like “I love your asshole so much but I love your dick just as much, babe”. It was filthy and in a risqué place like this, but Marius just couldn’t stop, he loved this filth and he wanted his share everyday.

Marius felt feverish and his face sure was flushed. To Ivan that was a sight to see. He felt whimsical and decided he would ride Marius to madness, or something like that, is what he said. It’d been a while and they didn’t have any lubrication at hand, so they arranged like this, Marius stayed on the floor, back rested on the wall while he masturbated, as Ivan stood and supported his left foot on the wall, exposing his asshole to Marius’ face so he could lick and finger him with his other hand. Ivan’s balls and dick were heavy on Marius’ face, but he loved the tangy smell. Ivan kept saying what he loved about Marius, his tongue licking up his balls, his fingers pressing on his sweet spot. Everything. And Marius listened, he always did.

Ivan put his cock to Marius mouth and fucked his face slowly until it was all slobbered. He then sat on Marius’ dick, ready to ride him restless. It was tight and the sensation had Marius all dizzy, his bladder was so full he was aching. Ivan bounced and pinned him in place, “I know you’re hiding something”, he said. This was torture. He pinched Marius’ nipples demanding he spoke the truth. He pulled out and stopped, “until you say what it is, I wont let you fuck me”, he said with his beautiful mouth and beautiful Russian model face. He grabbed the pants he left on the floor at some point and took the belt out and used it to tie Marius’ hands behind his back. How dare he? He didn’t have the strength (physical or mental) to protest against this.

Ivan was behind him now and made them both squat to the floor, “spread your legs wide open, babe”, he commanded. Marius was exposed to anyone that could pass by and the thought alone was unbearable, his cock hard and springing up while Ivan held his thighs firmly with his big hands. Obscene. He knew Ivan was teasing to fuck him now, when he felt his fingers nudging at his asshole, trying to gape him. “You felt so good in my ass, but I think you want it like that too, right?”

Marius moaned loudly. “If you want my cock real deep inside just say it” said Ivan to Marius ear. Marius just needed that, just needed and if he had to beg, he would. “I want…your big cock…deep…inside my ass” he tried between panting and gasps. Ivan held Marius by the legs in their squatting stance, pushing him flush back to chest and thrust deep up his ass once. Marius screamed in numbing pleasure, and as he felt the orgasm he knew he couldn’t hold it anymore. He peed as Ivan fucked him hard and fast, as he heard himself moan uncontrollably. This was his secret, shown to his lover as he fucked his brains out, shown to whomever that decided to pass by.

 Ivan kissed his sweaty neck when both of then had finished. He still was inside him. Marius was so tired he couldn’t complain. He knew all along that he was holding the pee; he had played with him, because he knew that once he had tried what Ivan proposed, he wouldn’t deny it again in the future. They knew each other so well. They both were filthy animals and he loved that.