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Disclaimer and background: This series combines light science fiction and heavy raunch, along with a few other delicious depravities. The series is extrapolated out from some of my other stories, but should stand on its own if you haven't read those. As always, do not read if younger than 18 and this work of fiction does not represent any real people (duh...it is set in the future!). Email is always welcome: piggysleaze@mail.com and especially in this case. I'd love ideas on what young Jared encounters in the Hall of Pigs!
Jared headed to the elevator and rode it to the third floor, deciding he'd begin at the top of the museum and work his way down. Three galleries opened off the atrium, and the eager 12-year-old selected the one closest to him, determined not to waste any time. The sliding doors swooshed open as he walked into the "Gallery of Piss." The erotic stink of hot piss smacked him in the face as he entered. The gallery had been constructed in a way that recreated a sleazy, rank men's room, something Jared had diligently read about in his history textbooks, since history was his favorite topic. He savored the authentic reconstruction of the dirty facility. Two wide open piss troughs sat on opposite walls while a bank of overflowing large urinals, stained every shade of yellow and sloshing on the floor, lined the connecting short wall. All three tiled walls were covered in graffiti extolling the virtues of piss and piss pigs -- drawings of pissing, hard cocks; phone numbers of available piss pigs; and times and dates for piss-play meetups. The tile floor was wet and equally stained, as puddles of piss -- some still warm and steaming -- mixed with ropes of cum.
At the center of the gallery floated historic holographic images from early piss pioneer artists like Martin of Holland and The Hun. Jared recognized some ancient piss porn clips from the 1990s and 2000s that he'd also read about his history textbook. He had aced Mr. Cummingham's exam on the most important porn producers in history, and recognized the work of early giants like Triga and Dick Wadd. In one of the holographic clips he watched a group of construction workers hosing down hot men at a construction site. There was another of rugby players gang-pissing their teammate. Jared loved antique porn and had collected whatever he could scour from the online National Porn Archives. Seeing that some of his selections were also in this museum gallery made him feel proud of his own, nascent curation efforts.
He wandered over to a speaker and pressed the button. The same authoritative voice he'd heard in the first gallery began: "As men began to embrace their inherent hedonism, piss was one of the first things to move from a so-called 'kink' to an everyday, communal experience between emerging pigs. Laws prohibiting public urination were repealed as men discovered the joys of pissing freely wherever and whenever they wanted. The Anti-Flushing Act of 2027 meant that billions of gallons of water were saved as piss became something to be shared and celebrated, rather than flushed away. Today men proudly drink and soak in piss as part of their daily routine, enjoying the warm, refreshing feel and taste of fresh piss whenever possible."
The narrator then wrapped up his presentation: "Although mostly rendered obsolete by the 2030s, a few of these so-called 'men's rooms' or 'restrooms' remain. Before you is a perfect recreation of a space once used by piss pigs and various horny men in the New York City subway system. We invite you to enjoy the sights, smells, feel and taste of piss."
As the voice clicked off, Jared considered how to best enjoy the gallery. Several museum visitors were scattered throughout the room. There was an older gentleman who was sitting in one of the oversized urinals while two businessmen (shirts, ties, but no pants) flooded his mouth with piss. At another urinal, a bone-thin, tattooed dude was also seated in the deep pool of old, rank piss while hosing himself down in an impressive geyser. Jared decided to wander over to a family of three who were clustered along the right piss trough. Two young boys -- twins by the look of them -- had climbed into the trough and were gleefully splashing around in the accumulated piss. Jared guessed they were about nine years old by their thin limbs, missing baby teeth, and tiny cocks -- still only six inches long hanging between their twiggy legs. Their paunchy, balding father was adding to their fun by hosing them down in a firehose of rank nectar from his thick, uncut cock.
Jared climbed into the trough with the twins, running his hands over their smooth, piss-soaked skin. Their dad turned his seemingly-endless stream onto Jared's drooling mouth, as his two cherubic sons started tonguing either side of Jared's now wet face. The older man's piss was hot and tasted of recycled beer -- Jared's favorite kind. As the three boys of them made out in a slobbering snog session, the daddy's stream finally dried up. Thankfully, the two cute twins had their own pent-up bladders to relieve, and double geysers sprayed down the trio of youngsters. Their hands seemed everywhere over Jared's body as they pissed, fingering his hole and yanking his utter-like boy tits. Jared started jacking his cock as the twins' streams continued to blast his face and run down his school-issued tanktop, adding more shades of yellow to the already-stained fabric. By now he was completely soaking wet in both stale and fresh piss. Thinking of all the gallons of piss he was making out in, from countless men including this incestuous family with their sleazy dad, sent him over the edge. "Ohhhh FUCK," Jared moaned as his cum began blasting from his cock, mixing with the pools of boy piss in every crevice of his lean body. He felt a vibration in his cockring and saw that the yellow glass gem had lit up. Jared made out a bit longer with the two boys while their dad hungrily sucked the cum/piss mixture off his tanktop and torso.
"Sorry guys," Jared said as he pushed himself out of the inches of accumulated piss in the trough, "I've got to visit more galleries for my school project." He gave the greasy father's cock a couple tugs on the way by, sad to miss out on what was probably a hot, nasty-tasting load. As he walked, he dripped huge puddles of manly urine on the floor behind him. But no one would mind. Piss covered everything and everyone in Jared's world. He couldn't image the dark ages when men peed behind closed doors and were ashamed to admit how much they loved the feel and taste of men's golden ambrosia.
The Gallery of Piss doors swished open again as Jared exited. He glanced over his shoulder to see the pervy father fucking one of his boys face down in the piss trough. The lad's head being held down and submerged in the churning yellow pool by his twin brother. Only when it appeared the boy was about to pass out did his brother yank him up by his wet hair to slobber-kiss him before shoving his head back underwater (or more accurately, underpiss) for another round. The father never missed a stroke of his fucking as his boys played their game of nearly-drowning-in-piss. It looked like so much fun. With a sigh Jared moved on to the next gallery. He still had a lot of ground to cover...