Sekh's footsteps echoed slightly in the empty street, but that was to be expected at such a late hour. The buildings lining the road were darkened: all businesses closed, all residents asleep except for one or two night owls whose lights were still on. Each time he walked under one of the streetlights, the jackal's tall and muscular body was illuminated, and the golden markings around his eyes reflected the light from above. His white t-shirt barely contained his broad chest and left his burly arms exposed, while his plain blue jeans did a better job covering his legs.

His ears twitched. Even after a night of drinking until closing time, he still had decent awareness of his surroundings – certainly enough to know that he was quite alone. As he came to an alley, he stopped and looked down it, seeing no signs of life: just the usual detritus of an alley in the form of trash cans, trash bags, boxes, dumpsters, and refuse strewn on the ground. He looked down the road again, but there were no oncoming cars or pedestrians. This late at night, even any local critters would be asleep.

A smirk crossed his face; that meant nobody would interrupt him if he had a little fun on the way back home. He stepped into the alley, his black fur blending right in. His hands reached down to grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it up, exposing the muscles on his bare chest, defined enough to show up even through his short fur, the cool night air feeling refreshing. Casually tossing the shirt on top of a nearby cardboard box, he moved on to strip the rest of the way: jeans, boxers, and shoes all left to the side, his naked body on full display to a non-existent audience. Though he could certainly admire himself, at least, as he looked down at his raging erection, the thick 10-inch cock jutting from his loins bobbing in the air, just as eager as he was.

A little "Heh" escaped him, and he took hold of his shaft in his right hand. "Hooh... fuck, I've gotta piss like a racehorse..." he murmured to himself, sliding his thumb along the top of his dick. Of course, that statement was always true; a curse on him ensured his bladder was constantly full, yet for him, it was more of a blessing. One that he began putting into use as he faced towards one wall of the alley and took aim, inhaling and relaxing. Even with his throbbing hard cock, the perpetual fullness of his bladder let him start to piss regardless, his stream shooting out as a hard and powerful jet from the end of his erect shaft.

The yellowish-orange stream struck the brick wall loudly, sending droplets spraying off, while most of the fluid poured downwards towards the ground. Both his stream and the wet part of the wall steamed slightly in the chill nighttime air, but he wasn't content just marking one part of the wall. At first he moved his cock only slightly back and forth to the sides, substantially widening the wet part of the wall, then tilted his shaft upwards to piss higher up, able to get his powerful stream high enough to hit the underside of some metal box fixed to the outside of the building, producing a hollow sound.

But why stop there? Turning in a half-circle to face the other wall, sending piss spraying down the alley as he did, Sekh's hand aimed his cock back and forth much more energetically this time. Golden-orange fluid splashed and sprayed across the bricks, drummed on a window, and pattered against a closed door, the excess fluid pouring down all of them towards the ground. Rapidly shaking his cock back and forth, he made his stream break up into an erratic shower of droplets that splashed on the walls, leaving dark spots all over, some of them hitting the bags and boxes resting on the ground.

The rustling of his urine against the bags made him glance down, and he grinned widely as he found a new target. Taking aim at the top of a pile of trash bags, he let his piss rain down onto it, the strong flow loudly jostling the black plastic bags. Since they were waterproof, his piss cascaded down the whole pile, soaking the lot of them, a puddle starting to grow around them on the ground.

But there was plenty more to mark, so he moved on, spraying a haphazard stack of cardboard boxes. Unlike the bags, his piss soaked directly into these, darkening them until they were utterly saturated, the stains spreading outwards even after he moved his hot stream on to another part of the stack. He painted zig-zagging lines up and down the boxes, sometimes stopping and focusing on one part long enough that his powerful stream began tearing up the outer layer of the cardboard, exposing the corrugated parts underneath.

Even the trashcans didn't escape his attention: turning back around, he sprayed his stream against the side of a closed one, making a hollow ringing sound as his jet of piss struck the metal surface. But the lid had been left off the can next to it, so he aimed inside of that one instead, his steaming urine pouring down the inside as it hit both the inner side and the trash bags piled up within. Grinning widely, he made full use of his bottomless bladder to keep the stream going long enough that, with the bags taking up most of the space, the fluid level rose up within rapidly, changing the pitch of the sounds his piss made when it landed. Only when he had peed so much that he could see the surface level did he finally stop... or at least, stopped hosing down his surroundings.

Instead, he leaned back a little and tilted his cock upwards to give himself a golden shower. His powerful stream shot up higher than even his own head, breaking up into droplets at the apex of its arch, landing in front of him until he tipped it far enough back that it rained down on himself. "Mmmmh... yeah..." he groaned to himself as he felt the hot fluid pattering on his body, soaking into his short fur, "Fuck, that feels great..." The heat of his piss was a strong contrast to the chilly air, and he panted in arousal from the sensation, closing his eyes to bask in it – the intense heat, the powerful scent, and the sound of it pattering on him. Some of the hot fluid rained back down onto his cock and the hand holding it, and he started to stroke himself slowly, keeping his cock angled upwards as he did.

With a low, rumbling chuckle, he opened his maw widely and stuck out his tongue, tipping his head back to partake in some of his own fluid. Some of the hot, yellow-orange droplets raining down onto him landed in his waiting mouth, treating him to the strong and salty taste of his own piss. "Mmmh..." he groaned aloud, "Nice and salty..." Flicking his tongue to try and catch a bit more of the rain of his waste-water, he stroked his cock a little faster as he indulged himself, making his spray splash all over his body in the process. "Tastes great," Sekh murmured, inhaling and exhaling deeply and rapidly, drinking down every hot, salty drop that bore a similar taste to the scent filling his nose. "Can't get enough of it."

Letting go of his cock, he panted for a moment, and looked out towards the street. Still no signs of life – so why stay in the alley? Putting his hands on his hips, he straightened up and walked forward, his piss gushing out in front of him as he walked, painting a wet trail on the ground in front of him, soaking into his feet as he walked. Out onto the sidewalk and then the road itself he went, with still no sign of anyone else around, and little else to hear beyond the splashing of his piss on the asphalt.

In the middle of the road, he kept his hands on his hips and turned around fully, splashing a circle of piss around him, then raised his hands up and put them behind his head. Shamelessly, uncaring even if anyone was watching from afar, he stuck his hips out forwards, making his cock bounce and send his piss splashing across the lane in front of him, then gyrated his hips from side to side to make an even bigger mess. The jackal's steaming piss sprayed and splashed all around, until he went still and let his stream focus on one spot long enough for a puddle to form, the pattering sound against the concrete changing to a splash as his hot fluid landed in the puddle of his own urine.

What a sight – to add to the enduring warmth on his body and the taste still lingering on his tongue. Keeping his left hand on the back of his head, he brought his right down to grasp his cock again, stroking in earnest this time as he clenched to bring his stream to a stop. Huffing and groaning, his mind savored the moment while his hand jerked back and forth rapidly, pumping along his whole cock from base to tip while he stood in the middle of the road.

His hips rocked back and forth as he thrusted into the grip of his own hand, balls swinging between his legs, hand thumping against his own belly each time he stroked all the way down. On occasion he stopped to grip and tease directly at the head of his cock, the jackal gritting his teeth from the sharp pleasure. His eyes were locked on the puddle before him as he jerked his length, harder and faster as he felt his orgasm beginning to approach, his chest heaving from the heavy breaths he was taking.

With a guttural groan he felt his climax hit him and kept stroking to draw it out. The first few ropes of his cum landed in the puddle before him, adding pearly white streaks to it. But rather than let it all land on the ground, he instead tipped his cock back up towards himself again as he kept jerking himself off, groaning and bucking his hips as he unloaded several more shots of cum onto his front, feeling the hot, sticky fluid splatter onto his chest and belly.

Panting, he opened his eyes and admired the mess he had made, savoring his afterglow before turning around to head back towards the alley. Keeping his cock aimed towards himself, he relaxed and opened the floodgates once more, splashing his front and pouring through his fur. Using his own piss stream to wash away the cum stuck in his fur, he took heavy breaths as he recovered from his orgasm, drenching his chest and belly with a fresh coating of steaming hot urine.

Giving a final glance at his surroundings, peering down the dark alley and onto the road, he took a moment to admire the mess he had made before grabbing his clothes, tucking them under one arm and beginning to walk once more while still naked. There wasn't anyone around to stop him, after all, and even if there was – who in their right mind would?

He chuckled and smirked to himself, leaving wet footprints on the sidewalk as he headed home.