Thank John

John finishes his beer and sets the empty bottle on the table.

“I’ve gotta take a leak. Where’s the bathroom?”

The dog literally jumps at the opportunity to be of service. It scratches and paws at John’s crotch whining desperately.

“Alright, alright. Calm down, little guy. I get it. Do you wanna be my toilet? Is that it, little guy? Is it?”

The dog barks and spins around excitedly then sits up and begs to be used as an urinal. It tilts back its head and holds its mouth open wide, tongue extended, hoping to catch every bitter drop of piss. John unzips his fly and pulls his dick out of his boxers. He steps up to the dog the same way he’d approach a urinal in a men’s room and sets the tip of his penis on the dog’s tongue.

The dog gently closes its lips around John’s flaccid dick and looks up expectantly. After finishing multiple beers, John’s need to pee outweighed his discomfort with the situation. After all, this is clearly what the little guy wanted, as evident from the blissed out look on its face and its throbbing erection. He closes his eyes and lets the room around him fade into the background. He feels his bladder relax as he releases a torrent of piss into the dog’s waiting mouth.

The dog squeals in delight as the first splash of piss lands on its tongue and floods down its throat. It’s thirsty from drooling with its mouth open all night and eating that dry-ass cake from the dog bakery. In truth, John’s salty piss does nothing to alleviate that thirst. For now, the dog is ecstatic to be used and given any form of attention. It’s also enjoying the delicious flavor of urine filling its mouth. John’s untrimmed bush tickles the dog’s snout as it breathes in his musky aroma between gulps.

John is almost done but saves the last bit to finish on the dog’s face. He pulls out of the dog’s mouth and aims his now slimy dick between its eyes. It closes its eyes but leaves its mouth wide open. John empties his bladder squirting two more heavy bursts of clear urine into the dog’s face. It splashes onto the tarp on the floor.

“Happy birthday, little guy. I marked you as my bitch as an extra present!”

The dog licks its lips and barks in thanks. What a happy birthday indeed!