Office Urinal Saga: Part 8 -- 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.
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"Fuck, boy!" Dad exclaimed as he grabbed me and started playfully wrestling, "you got anywhere to be?"
I grinned and wrestled back, "fuck no, Dad. I'm happy right here."
Work could wait...
Dad pulled me close and brought his lips to mine. Our playtime sessions prior to today had always been in public, where inhibitions have to be kept in check and you have to be at least partially alert to the risks. Here it was just the two of us behind closed doors and we didn't intend to hold anything back, at least I didn't!
Our lips and tongues battled for dominance. We forgot to breathe and gasped for air. Dad's hard cock pressed into mine as our hairy body's attempted to turn into one.
He began licking and kissing everywhere. My neck. My armpits. My back. My toes. He left nothing untouched by his tongue as I moaned uncontrollably. Finally he looked up from my untrimmed balls and said, with a devilish grin:
"You sure drank a lot of piss earlier, boy. You need to unload?"
"You know what, now that you mention it a do need to go!" I replied.
"To the shower, then!" Dad exclaimed.
I followed his furry bubble butt as he hopped off the bed and led me to the bathroom. He opened the door to the sizable walk in shower with a built in tub feature (it was a pretty fancy hotel!) and gestured me in. I walked to one end and turned around to see Dad on his knees in the tub.
"Gimme that piss, son" he demanded.
Now, as a piss pig urinal faggot, I'm usually the one waiting for the piss. I'd never been the "pissor" - rather, always the "pissee." But I did need to go and I knew Dad was a pig like me so who was I to deny. I stepped forward and up onto the sides of the tub, so that he had to look up at me over him.
I paused and concentrated. I needed to piss but my bladder sometimes was shy. Dad grinned at me and gestured with his hands to "give it to him."
Finally, a trickle of piss escaped my cock and landed on his outstretched tongue. The trickle expanded until I was free flowing a stream right into his open mouth. He alternated between swallowing and letting it fall over his body, occasionally spitting it up at me.
My stream slowed and I saw Dad collecting the last of my piss in his mouth. I jumped down and leaned into him for a giant piss soaked kiss. We each got to swallow a bit. As I looked into his piss covered face I asked, "You think you got any for me, Dad?"
"Sure do, boy. Get down there," he answered triumphantly. I'd never gotten to drink from his tap. Only from previously filled bottles. I'd been waiting for this moment!
I eagerly got in the tub as Dad took his turn on the rim standing over me. It didn't take him long to begin a strong stream of piss. I followed his suit and interchanged between gulping and spraying him with a fountain.
"Turn around, show me that hairy hole" he ordered.
I flipped around and put my ass in the air as his stream continued and got my hole and crack drenched with his piss. I watched as he hopped down, still pissing, and kneeled down before leaning his face into my presented ass. He ate my wet hairy hole like he'd been fasting all day. Master's cum was still inside me too, mixing with Dad's piss and saliva. It was ripe for the taking.
"Fuck!! Dad, fuck me. Please!" I moaned at him.
"If you insist" he snorted at me with a wink as he slapped my ass "get this butt back in the bed."
I jumped up and, careful not to slip on the piss soaked floor, practically skipped back into the bedroom. I jumped onto the bed, soaked in piss and sweat, and turned to watch as Dad walked towards me, his hard cock leading the way. He stepped up onto the bed and walked to me where I laid on my back, grabbing my legs and holding them up for easy access to my hole.
"Goddamn boy. You're such a sexy fucking pig" he said as he stuffed his cock into my wet hole.
He leaned down and looked into my face as he thrusted in and out of my hole. I was now holding onto his neck, gazing into his beautiful eyes.
"Fuck me, Dad" I moaned as I brought my face forward and began to kiss him as he continued to ravage my hole. My cock was hard between our body's. The friction along with Dad pumping into my prostate meant I wasn't going to last much longer.
"Dad! I'm going to cum soon!" I shouted.
"Me too, son! Shoot it boy!" He shouted in return before grunting and moaning.
"Grrrrrughhhhhhh" he moaned into my face as I felt his load begin to release deep inside me. At the same moment my own cock pulsed and flooded a thick layer of cum between our hairy bellies and chests.
It took him several minutes in that position to catch his breath. His cock slowly softening in my ass, surrounded by his and Master's cum. Finally he pulled out and without a word began to lick up my cum from my belly and feed it to me by spitting it into my welcoming mouth.
When the cum was all either in my ass or belly he announced "well, I guess we should clean up?"
"Haha I guess so, Dad" I laughed in response, "although I wish we could stay here all day basking in our piss, sweat and cum."
"I bet you do, boy" he replied as he slid off the side, "get your ass in the shower."
I jumped at the order and obeyed. Dad followed and we washed each other up good (with much focus on both our used holes).
"I really hope we can do this again soon, Dad" I said as I leaned in for one more deep kiss.
"Me too, son. Me too." He replied after the kiss.
We finally turned off the water and began drying off silently. I'd been lost is pig heaven and wasn't ready to get back to reality. I reached for my jock, which happened to be the one Dad gifted me a few weeks ago. I sniffed it first as always before lifting up a leg to start dressing.
"What do you think you're doing, boy?" Dad sad. "Your Master said faggots aren't allowed clothes in here. We'll dress in the hallway. Grab your stuff."
I'd forgotten all about that. But Dad knew how to keep me in line. I wasn't sure why he was including himself in the order, though, and said as much.
"Son, I just had no less than ten anonymous loads inside my ass and then drank your piss. Your Dad's a born faggot too. We're a fagdad and fagson." He answered as he opened the door, looked up and down the hall and then stepped out in all his naked glory.
I followed with an all new raging hard-on after hearing Dad call himself a faggot. We quickly dressed and then started walking towards the elevator.
As we rode it down I turned and said "I had fun today, fagdad," giving him a quick peck on the cheek. He responded by grabbing my bulge and squeezing before the door opened and he sauntered out and walked away.
I walked in the opposite direction and smiled as I headed back to my office. Life was good.