Office Urinal Saga: Part 10 -- Gay Urination / Authoritarian
This is a continuation of my first Nifty submission after many years enjoying the content as a reader (donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ if you're able!).
While each character in this saga is molded after a real person and real events, this story is pure fantasy.
If you're not old enough to be here, please do not read. If you're not into kinky male on male gay sex, this is not for you either.
Finally, I'd love to hear your feedback and comments: 2son2s@proton.me I get hard writing it. I love to know you get hard reading it. ------------
It was surprisingly easy to fold all my urinal and sub duties into my work and home real world life. Wednesdays I served Master as usual. Sir would keep me full of piss everyday - I learned his bladder schedule pretty quickly so I began to anticipate him.
Coach and Dad had both always been more sporadic and spontaneous. I think they liked it that way. Kept me on my toes.
I'd been keeping in regular contact with Sport. In fact we texted nearly everyday. We'd become buddies even - fuck buddies sure but even beyond that. I was hoping we could become real world friends. That'd open a lot of possibilities outside of work! But I hadn't worked up the courage to approach him with that subject yet. Maybe today would be the day.
"Good morning sir" I typed and sent. As established day one, when Coach wasn't around I was to refer to Sport as sir in conversation. (As distinguished from Sir - I know, too many Alphas to keep up with: a fags life).
Sport (S): hey faggot, what's up?
Rookie (R): just working, sir, bored and horny as usual. You?
S: lol typical. But yea same here :-P
R: hehe figured as much
S: remember how Coach made me eat his ass during our last team workout?
R: mmm I do, that was your first time eating ass right?
S: it was. I liked it. But I have to confess: I've never had my ass eaten like that
R: no way! Seriously?!
We'd had two sessions with Coach since our first, plus 3 or 4 quickies between the two of us. I'd rutted in his pits plenty and socked his cock and balls often (not to mention drink his piss multiple times). But never had my mouth on his hole.
S: seriously. I think that changes today. You free for lunch?
R: yes sir I am, meet in the cafeteria at 11?
S: perfect.
This would be our second lunch "date" - he worked about 2 blocks away so it was easy to meet up for lunch or quick sex. It was a pretty perfect situation.
The morning went by agonizingly slow but when it was time I finally headed down to the courtyard with the cafeteria. I saw Sport already standing off to the side. I walked up to him grinning and, shaking his hand, greeted him "hey man what's up?"
We maintained normal friend behavior in public, of course. He replied: "all good, bro. You ready to grab some lunch?"
"Sure thing" I answered and we proceeded to get food before sitting at a table. Two bros having lunch.
"Oh wait, I almost forgot, I brought you a drink" Sport said nonchalantly but I could see the devil in his eye. He handed me a greenish-yellow tinted soda bottle, making it impossible to tell what was in it, that was slightly warm to the touch. I immediately knew what it was.
"Nice! Thanks man, I was parched" I told him as I grabbed it and took a swig. The piss I could tell was fresh by the temperature. The flavor was slightly bitter but flavorful. Perfect.
"Enjoy! Now let's eat" he replied as he started into his sandwich. We chatted about mostly nothing while we ate. Talked about sports and beer, we actually did have some things in common. I realized the timing was perfect to approach a posible real life friendship.
"So listen. What would you say about hitting up a game with my husband and I sometime? We'd figure out a way to make it seem natural, name you randomly start chatting to us at a bar or something and one thing leads to another?" I shot my shot and held my breath.
"I dunno man. Seems risky" he started.
"But think about it! The possibilities. I could, ahem, make myself useful more often." I candidly suggested.
"Hmm. That is true. You're a cool dude too, even without the other benefits" he said.
"Just think about it, OK?" I said, not wanting to pressure him.
"Cool. I will. Now, you're still hungry I assume. Finish you your drink and follow me" he ordered and got up.
"Yes sir" I replied instinctively and chugged the rest of his bottled urine before walking after him. He walked to our usual spot, to the handicapped stall. He already had his pants halfway down as I closed the door behind us.
"Get after it, faggot. Eat my ass" he demanded as he bent over. His hairy hole peaked out at me and I almost started to drool as I leaned forward and went to work.
I could taste his musky sweat and metallic manly ass flavor. I wanted to make sure he got the best rimjob experience for his first time. I dug my tongue in as far as it would go and wiggled it around. I held his ass checks apart to try to gain more access.
His moans told me I was succeeding. His hard uncut cock was bouncing and he was bucking his ass back onto my tongue.
"Fuck, rookie!! So fucking good!!" He barely whispered. I knew if someone came in the restroom they'd hear us. But I was in the zone.
"I haven't even touched my cock and I feel close. Suck it, fag" he ordered and I immediately crawled further under him to start sucking.
I was basically now sitting against the stall wall, fully clothed for once, as he straddled my face. I sucked greedily as I brought my hand to his hole and began to fuck it with my finger. Then with two. He resisted at first. But he couldn't find anything to dispute the feeling I was imparting on him.
I felt his balls tense up and knew he was close. I shoved my face all the way down his shaft before taking two fingers as deep as I could go.
"FUCK!! I'm cumming!!" He all but shouted as his cock exploded in my throat. I swallowed it all as I continued to massage his hole and he panted over me trying to catch his breath.
"Holy fuck, faggot. You're a magician or something. Never thought I'd cum like that with something in my ass! I guess I can understand now how you get when Coach fucks you!" Sport was a rambler, especially about sex.
"I just know what men like, sir! I'm glad you enjoyed."
After he'd gained his composure he pulled up his pants and started fastening them while still looking down at me in the floor. He was grinning. I knew that grin by now, he had something in mind.
"You've had my piss. My cum. Even my ass juice. Want one more of my fluids before we got to go?" He asked.
I knew what he was getting at. Of all the men who were my regulars, he liked spitting on me the most.
"Always, sir!" I answered. Like I'd turn down more man fluids.
"I think you need to do more to earn it. How bout you get to licking the urinal?" He smirked as he talked.
This was no problem for me though. I immediately got up and walked out of the stall to the urinals and started to get on my knees again.
"Not so fast, fag. Clothes off" I heard Sport say.
"Of course, sir" I said as I started to undress.
Once I was naked, with Sport staring over me, I got to work kissing and licking the urinal.
Naked and slobbering on a urinal hoping to have a man spit in my mouth as a reward. Truly a faggot.
"Alright, rookie. I guess you've earned it. Crawl over here and open up" Sport ordered and I obeyed. I opened and looked into his eyes as he hawked for a second and spat frankly into my waiting mouth. I swallowed and said "thank you, sir."
He leaned forward and, grabbing the back of my head, brought my face to his and planted a wet kiss. He kept his face there for a second and then said "let's make this work - we'll go to that game you suggested. And I'll use you as my urinal the whole time."
I smiled and said "yes! Thank you sir!"
Finally he started walking away and said "see you later, rookie. You can get dressed now."
After he'd left I got up and went into the stall with my clothes. Before dressing I needed to text someone.
R: hey Coach! Got some news for you. I think Sport is ready for you to fuck. I just ate his ass and made him cum with my fingers knuckle deep.
I knew Coach had been wanting to pop that cherry. I knew it was time. I hoped Coach would be proud.
C: hehe good boy! Good to know. That cherry is mine next time. And you'll prepare it for me with your tongue.
R: of course, Coach! Can't wait ;-)
Coach was going to get some virgin ass and I was going to get a regular real life buddy to use me in secret. Life was good!