Office Urinal Saga: Part 4 -- 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!).
Part 4 introduces the last of 4 regulars. I'll revisit all 4 in future parts. All 4 are based on true events and real men, but the embellishments will continue to grow until eventually the 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.
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I like to get to the office early on Mondays, maybe that's weird but I like a jump start to the week. Plus it opens up pre-work opportunities to be a pig whore.
As luck would have it, the scheme worked this week as I was walking into the building I see another of my regulars walking my direction towards the parking lot. He was clearly headed to the gym, a really nice fancy one that is across the way from the building. He was wearing gym sports and a tank top, with his gym bag over his shoulder.
I smiled and glanced around to make sure no one else was around before greeting him, "Good morning, Coach! Nice weekend?"
"Morning, rookie. It was great but didn't get any workout time in so feeling a bit stiff." A shorter man, about 5' 8", in his upper 40s with a baseball players body (he is a real baseball coach, this is how me calling him Coach had been born), Coach is what you'd call an American hunk. He's mostly smooth but has a big bush that always escapes whatever briefs or jock he is wearing. His cock doesn't match his stature either, it's an incredible 8.5".
Anyway, I hoped he was hinting that he wanted to play so I jumped at the cue.
"Can I help you warm up, Coach?" I offered knowingly.
"I think you can. How `bout you follow me" he suggested and I eagerly obeyed thankful that I'd come in early.
Coach led me to his gym. I'd been there with him once before, he is able to bring guests for free a few times a year so I'm grateful he was deeming me worthy of one. He checked us in and then led me to the locker room. It was still pretty early so there weren't a ton of guys around. However, it was riskier than normal. But that's Coaches big turn on besides the coach/player role play: risk. The bigger the risk the harder his cock. Which was all I needed to know.
"Take your clothes off. You can put them and your bag in my locker" Coach instructed as we entered the locker room.
"Yes, Coach" I didn't delay and was soon completely nude. Coach, however, had left his gym clothes on. I knew this was another turn on for him. Players were naked in the locker room: Coach was the authority figure, he remained clothed until the right time.
Coach had taken a seat on a bench, facing the lockers. "Come kneel and take my shoes off" he ordered.
The positioning was obvious: he wanted me on my hands and knees in between the bench and the lockers so anyone walking by wouldn't see what was going on. Or at least it wasn't immediately obvious. The risk was turning us both on, my cock was at half mast already while I could see Coaches very obvious bulge in front of me.
I obeyed and got to work. I untied and removed each of his tennis shoes and set them to the side waiting for the next instructions.
"Worship my feet, use your hands, tongue and lips. Equally. I'll let you know when to remove the socks." Coach gave the next order and I jumped to it.
I started by rubbing one with my hands, the way I was positioned I brought my face down and inhaled the other one before giving it a wet kiss on the toes. I then brought my full attention of the foot in my hand and took a few socked toes into my mouth and gave em a good suck while my hands continued to massage the main foot.
Coach was giving me quiet encouragement and guidance. "Good boy" and "harder on the middle, get your thumb in there."
I'd alternated between each foot, giving both a nice massage with my hands and soaking the toes of the socks before Coach finally had me remove the socks.
"Take them off and sniff each one good before putting them in my shoes. Then kiss my feet and suck my toes."
I inhaled deeply twice before diving back into his feet. Kissing and sucking alternating toes and feet I'd forgotten all about any risk. My moan made that clear.
"Cool it, kid, gonna get us caught. I think that's enough feet for you. Go get me a towel." Coach rebuked me gently.
I got up to get grab a towel, using my hands to cover my now fully raging erection. I passed one dude at his locker drying off. I smiled and shrugged trying to act nonchalant and he just smiled and shook his head. Not a prude, this was good!
I grabbed Coach a towel and rushed back to the locker where he was now standing naked.
"Finally, give me that towel" Coach said as he grabbed the towel and wrapped it around himself, "now follow me to the sauna."
We began walking, passing another gym goer who ignored us completely. Coach had no qualms with being naked in the lockers but he liked to have me be the only one nude. And without a towel I was totally in his control.
We reached the sauna and Coach opened the door for me to enter. I did so and with mixed relief and disappointment saw the room was empty. I walked to a bench and stood awaiting my next instructions.
"Sit here next to me, boy" he instructed as he took the towel off and set it down. We were both nude now sitting next to each other already beginning to sweat from the heat.
Coach brought his arm closest to me up over his head and said: "get your face in here, worship my pits boy."
I immediately leaned in and took a whiff of his musky scent wafting from the displayed hairy armpit before shoving my nose and mouth in. I alternated between breathing in through my nose and licking and sucking on his pit hairs. This was one of my biggest fetishes, I couldn't get enough of a hairy, manly, sweaty armpit.
As I made out with Coach's pit I didn't notice the door open. I trusted Coach to direct things safely, so I was completely in the zone.
"Looks like we have company" Coach announced. I jump back and immediately started a mild panic. Despite trusting Coach, I'm scared of getting caught.
After a few seconds though I realize I recognize the visitor. The dude from the lockers. He must have watched us come in here and guess what was up. My initial instincts for him were that he wasn't going to be a problem.
I hadn't gotten a great look before but now I took him in: dark brown skin, he was probably Latino, he had dark hair with a short trimmed beard. Excellent physique but not overly muscular. He was wearing a towel around his waist so I couldn't tell what he was packing.
"Why don't you join us? I can tell you're curious. Come sit on the other side of my boy here" Coach immediately took control, adding "and lose the towel."
The new dude hesitated for a second before undoing the knot holding his towel up and letting it fall to the floor. Now buck naked, he bent over and grabbed the towel before bringing it over and getting it on the bench next to me. His cock was uncut and growing to a semi hard state surrounded by a perfect mound of pubes.
"There ya go, sport. Now tell me, you like what you stumbled upon here?" Coach continued addressing our new comer.
"It's hot, yes Sir" was his response. Coach had that affect on people. Demanded respect by instinct.
"It is that, isn't it sport? Well this here is our rookie and he'll do anything we tell him to do. That's what rookies are for, after all." Coach was fulling addressing our hot Latino visitor, ignoring me sitting between them. My cock was leaking I was so turned on.
"Anything, Sir?!" The boy replied with some shock in his voice.
"That's right, sport. This rookie is particularly talented and eager to please. He'll suck your cock, drink your piss, let you fuck his ass, and that's just a sampling" Coach informed him.
"Wow! I thought y'all were just exhibitionists or something. But this is great. I'd love to use the rookie. I actually do need to piss now that you've mentioned it. I've never done that though" the boy rambled in excitement.
"Haha no worries, sport. Just relax and let the rookie do his thing," Coach said before looking me in the eye, "you are thirsty, aren't you, rookie?"
"Yes, Coach, very thirsty" I almost shouted back.
"See, sport? He's ready. Stand up on the bench and turn towards him and place your cock on his lips. Once he looks up into your eyes you can let loose whenever you're ready.
I was watching the boys face as his brain took that in. He clearly hadn't expected this when he decided to join us. But in the end his curiosity won over and he stood up and turned towards me. I leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth, looking up into his eyes feeling excited to be a urinal again. I'm such a lucky pig.
As usual with first timers, he took some time to get his stream going but finally I tasted his piss begin to trickle onto my tongue. I kept my eyes looking up at him as I gulped his golden gift. I was in fag heaven and so grateful for Coach. He knew what his rookie liked.
All too soon, the piss stream let up and the boy stepped back, instinctively shaking the drops from his cock onto my face.
"Attaboy, sport. You like using the rookie urinal?" Coach asked the boy.
"Yes sir! That was so hot," he responded.
"Yes it was! Alright boys. Our luck in here can't last much longer so how `bout we move this party to the showers?" Coach replied and without waiting for a response stood up, put his towel around his waist and walked to the door.
"Oh and don't bother with the towel, sport. Only Coaches get towels in the locker room.
I'd already stood up and as I walked to follow Coach I turned and winked at our new friend who was clearly caught between shock and horniness. I turned and continued to march naked to the showers knowing he'd follow.
Coach's gym has large private showers, as you'd expect in a fancy expensive place like this. He'd walked to the stall at the end of the hall of showers and opened the door. He took his towel off and hung it on a hook before ushering me in. I turned around just in time to see the boy approach the stall naked and quickly enter and join me followed by Coach who shut the door.
"On your knees. Both of you," Coach said as he turned the shower on.
The boy was again caught off guard. Coach must have sensed this as he said "you heard me, sport. You have free use of the rookie but all my boys must service me if they're going to stay on the team."
I was so turned on. Was Coach building a team of boys with myself as the bottom rung? It was probably just a spur of the moment role play but a fag can dream!
The boy, who we'll now refer to as Sport, must have in the meantime decided he was ok with this proposal because he was on his knees beside me.
"Now before you share Coach's cock, the two of you kiss. Show me that teammate camaraderie," Coach ordered. I didn't allow Sport any time to consider, I reached over and pulled him into me and placed my open mouth on his. He immediately responded and we began making out on our knees before Coach. Our hands explored each other as our tongues battled in our mouths. He grabbed my hairy ass as I did the same to him. It took Coach coming in to pull us apart before we finally came up for air.
"Damn boys! I said kiss not elope. Haha. That was hot though, I like when my team is passionate. Now show that passion with my cock. Share it now," he instructed and took our heads in his hands and brought them to his crotch.
As I previously mentioned, Coach has a huge cock. I've played with it plenty so I just jumped to it. I took it into my mouth as far as I could go before gagging. Sport kneeled there in awe, either of my deep throat ability or of Coach's manhood. Probably the later. But as I sucked I entered the cocksucker zone and forgot all about him. Coach had to intervene again:
"Boys! I said share. Sport, you haven't even touched my dick yet. Rookie, help him out of his trance. Suck his cock while he gets to know mine."
I quickly obeyed and practically laid on the floor to start sucking Sports cock, the second time he'd been in my mouth that morning. I felt him move forward and he must have been sucking Coach now as I could hear the gags. He wasn't as practiced as me. But Coach is accustomed to training his team and he encouraged Sport along the way.
"There ya go, Sport. Take it slowly, you'll learn with time. This time I want you to go all the way and hold your nose in my bush for 5 seconds. Can you do that, Sport?" Coach instructed and asked.
"Yes Sir" was Sport's garbled response around the head of Coaches dick.
"Good boy, now. . . One . . . Two . . . " Coach began counting as I brought my focus back to Sport's cock. It was delicious, about 6" and his balls hung low. I knew better than to make him cum so I just causally enjoyed sucking until I heard Coach summoning me again.
"Ok Rookie. Sport's ready to share. I want you two to earn my load together and then share it."
I jumped back up and this time instead of immediately sucking, I guided Sports head forward and to the side, myself taking the other. He followed my lead and we began licking the sides of Coach's cock, feeling our tongues rub against each other occasionally. We then started trading throat time, whoever wasn't deep was on the balls nursing on Coaches hairy sack.
Finally, Coach informed us that he was close. "Rookie, I'm going to shoot in your mouth but you're not to swallow. Remember, half this load is for Sport."
I nodded and said "yes, Coach" as he began to stroke. I opened my mouth with my tongue sticking out and stared up into his eyes knowing his load was imminent. Within seconds he began grunting and, placing his cock on my tongue, rope after rope of his cum entered my hungry mouth. It's harder than you'd think to not swallow his load, a pig whore in heat tastes his reward and needs more. But I resist. I have my orders.
Coach wipes his cock on my tongue finally and says "there ya go, boys, make sure you share it evenly." He then grabs the backs of our heads and brings them together. Sport has apparently lost his shyness and leans into my face to start sucking on my tongue which is still sticking out.
"Oh fuck, Sport, now that's a good boy! Suck that load off the rookies tongue," Coach praises as he lets go of our heads and steps back to watch. I grab his face and pull him back a few inches and while his mouth is still open spit a gob of Coach's cum in before leaning forward and returning the favor with his tongue. We continue our cummy make out session until I feel a warm liquid hit my face. The shower has been on but we've been playing outside of its reach. We look up and see that Coach has begun to piss on us.
"Keep going, boys. Make out in my golden shower" Coach orders and we obey. Our mouths become one as his hot piss showers our faces and cascades down our bodies. As the stream ends we continue our kiss until he intervenes again.
"Time to clean up, team. Let's get you boys washed up." He has us stand up and the three of us soap and scrub each other. Sport and I with full erections still.
"Maybe next time I'll let you boys cum. Sport, meet me at my locker once you're dressed again and give me your phone number. I'll start a team chat," Coach continues to be in full control.
I follow Coach back to his locker, him in a towel and myself still stark naked of course. He grabs a towel on the way and when we're at the locker he tosses it at me saying "wasn't expecting that, but damn it sure was hot, huh rookie?"
"Fuck yes, Coach! Sport is sexy as fuck too" I added.
"Hehe that he is. And as the rookie, you're to do whatever he says now boy. Understand?" Coach was smiling, knowing my answer already.
"That won't be a problem, Coach!" I answered anyway.
"Good boy. Now get dressed and get to work, I'll text you later," he replied and began to dry off.
I hurriedly toweled off and dressed, knowing I was now much later than normal. But I was without regret and full of anticipation. My service radius had just expanded and the possibilities were endless.