Urine trouble

Jake had always been a bit of an experimental fellow: while his peers were discovering the magic of underwear catalogues and typing "big boobs porn sex free" into Google (and obviously forgetting to clear their browsing history), the young teenage German shepherd was chasing after dirty laundry and peeking everywhere he knew he shouldn't. While most others were more than content taking care of their wood behind closed doors, he relished in all sorts of public hi-jinks. Bathrooms of all sorts rose to his favour in particular, spending many sweaty, lusty moments in them. And today was no different, while most of the school was stuffing their face at lunch, Jake had quietly sneaked to a bathroom right next to the teacher's lounge. Of the handful of bathrooms dotted around the school, this one was the smallest, only having two stalls and a couple of urinals on the wall, obviously mostly intended to be used by the school staff. He casually and slowly walked towards the bathroom door, making sure to inconspicuously scan the hallway for anyone watching him. With the way clear, Jake slips in, standing at the doorway for a few seconds to listen for anyone who might be inside. The smell of the bathroom is mostly of cleaning products, with a hint of piss. Most others probably wouldn't even notice that secondary note, but most others also didn't have his canine sense of smell. Exited by just the smell alone, Jake could feel his heartbeat quickening slightly, and his sheath stirring. Now sure that he was alone, the boy almost sprinted into the first stall, closing the door, but making sure not to lock it, that would be crucial for his plans. He closed the toilet lid, and stood up on it, waiting. One of his friends had sent him a video couple of days ago, filmed in this very bathroom. A video of one of the teachers going to town, right in the open even! Jake's tip was poking out of his sheath just at the thought of that video, how the male badger was grunting and groaning, dark fur peaking from the open fly of his pants. That badger was Conrad, the school's history teacher. He was somewhere around 40 years of age as far as Jake knew, almost 30 years older than the teen. But even still, Jake couldn't get the image of the badger out of his head, he simply had to at least witness him in action. 

Minutes of silence went by, every passing footstep and distant murmur causing Jake's ears to flick up and his heart to skip a beat. Eventually the bathroom door finally clicked open. Jake could feel his tail starting to wag slowly. He heard a door closing, then footsteps going around the bathroom, first in front of the stalls, then ending at the urinals. Moments later, the clinking sound of a belt being unbuckled rang quietly through the room, and Jake very carefully peeked over the wall towards the urinals, flattening his ears to his head as best he could to reduce his profile. The sight in front of him caused his cock to fully release from his sheath almost instantly: Conrad was standing at the urinals, his dick hard and in his hand, dripping precum onto the matte floor below. Jake had one hand against the wall to hopefully not fall over in his precarious situation, and the other hand he let snake into his trousers, grabbing and massaging his quickly-inflating knot. He had to fight to keep from panting too loud, or from accidentally smashing his rapidly wagging tail against a wall. The badger let out a small moan, obviously very pent up as well, letting his hand travel along his cock slowly, squirting some more precum with every stroke. Conrad was pretty well endowed, his package significantly bigger than the teen's. 

But Conrad wasn't content with just simple masturbation it seems, as he aims his cock at the wall, between two of the urinals. Seconds later, an arc of piss lands squarely at the wall, splattering all about, quickly pooling up on the floor. His heavy ballsack swings as he continues stroking himself while pissing, letting his tongue loll in satisfaction. The air is filled with the heavy scent of urine, Jake almost losing control entirely at the unexpected turn of events. He continues furiously massaging his canine member, staining his underwear with precum. The yellow pool on the floor grows, as Conrad empties himself for almost 15 seconds of continuous pissing. Eventually his stream starts dying down, the arc shortening until the last few drops splashes on the badger's stroking hand. He doesn't seem to pay that much attention, only quickening his movements as he proudly stares at his mess. His other hand cups his balls, massaging and playing with them, even slipping a finger to lightly play with his ass. The stream of piss has now been replaced with a steady stream of precum, few drops of it dripping into the pool of urine below. A grunt reverberates through the bathroom, as streak after streak of cum leave Conrad's dick, splattering against the urinals or into the pool. Few moments later, he wipes his cock with his hand. He brings it up to his muzzle, taking a sniff of it, before licking it clean, his tongue passing over each finger, shovelling the remains of any cum or piss into his maw. And just like that, he zips up and buckles his belt once more, turns around on his heels, and marches out of the bathroom with a satisfied look on his face. Jake still couldn't believe his eyes, his brain unable to process what had just happened. But while his mind might still be processing the events, his cock was more than clear on that, straining against his jeans. He hopped down from the toilet, and walked to the pool at the urinals, letting his length finally free from his pants. He knelt down in front of the piss, taking in the sights and smells. The copious amount of cum Conrad had unloaded was mixing in with the urine, creating a beautiful work of art. Well, most people would probably just call it a big ol' mess, but to Jake this was perfection. He furiously jacked off with his left hand, still massaging his knot with his right. Seconds later he moaned, as his first spurt of cum joined in with the badgers. More followed suit as he unloaded, his tail wagging about as hard as it possibly could. Jake was left stunned and out of breath, this little expedition well worth having an empty stomach for a while longer. As he shakily stood up, still wobbly from the orgasm, he stuffed his cock away, letting it retreat back into its sheath over time. As Jake was about to turn away, he quickly got his phone out, snapping a picture of the mess left behind. If nothing else, this would be perfect material for taking care of morning wood. But, maybe it might even be useful for more than that: maybe the picture along with the video his friend recorded could be used to gain some leverage over Conrad? I'm sure he wouldn't want those ending up in the hands of the school officials. And maybe Jake could get something even better than just a front-row seat when the next performance happens?