Date: Thu, 01 Jul 2004 01:41:24 +0000 From: B J Subject: The Toilet - Part 4 The Toilet - Part 4 Usual disclaimer applies. Please email me comments and suggestions to thetoilet16@hotmail ! I really really love the feedback. Thanks to those that supported the story so far, you gave me motivation to keep writing and hopefully improve. - - - Justin and I walked back to where we had been digging, and Rick was cussing as usual. "Hey Rick, howcome you work here if you hate it so much?" I asked. "Listen here you little fuck, I've been working on this shitty project for months now. If I'm angry about something that's none of your business, got that mate?" "Hey mate, relax, I was just asking." "Yeah well you gotta learn a bit of respect for your fucking elders. Don't go acting smart as soon as your dad's not around." Justin interrupted, "OK, let's just get back to work. You know the client, she won't be happy if we keep lagging behind like we have been." I was curious about Rick. He seemed really angry, and it wasn't me that provoked him. I guess the heat gets to him easily or something. There was something kind of hot about his agressive attitude though. He wasn't as buffed or hairy as Justin, but the way he spoke with his gruff voice and strong Aussie accent turned me on big-time. We dug for a couple more hours, and Rick had had about 10 beers. I had a few as well, but couldn't figure how his body fit so much beer inside. He suddenly stopped digging and dropped his shovel to the side. He turned around and walked toward to pissing shed. I admired the sweat dripping down his back, leading to where his small tight shorts rode up his arse crack, revealing the round, firm and muscular definition of it. "I need to go chuck a piss as well," I said to Justin, who nodded as he kept digging. I walked over the bumpy areas leading to the shed, just trailing behind Rick. Rick reached the shed and was about to unzip but turned around and saw me stand next to him, about to do the same. For some reason, our eyes locked - we were so close, I could feel his breath on my face. Somehow, he could see in my eyes the lust I had, and commanded me to get to my knees. He grabbed some of my hair and pushed my head into his raunchy, hard bulge. It smelt like he'd never washed the work shorts he was wearing, and it was giving me a massive hard-on. "I knew you were a little faggot. Imagine what your dad would say if he saw his slutty little faggot on his knees, pleasing a man's cock." I kept rubbing my mouth and whole face over his bulge, in complete lust. He finally unzipped his fly, and his hard cock bounced back up to his abs. He grabbed it in one hand and began whacking my face hard with it. I squinted and moaned as he did it harder and faster. "That's right faggot, this is how you fucking deserve to be treated." I was moaning and looked up at him, our eyes meeting. I kept squinting as he wacked me with his dick, and noticed he was having a lot of fun degrading me. I'm not sure it's how I wanted to be treated, but all I know was he was making me hornier than I'd ever felt. He stopped eventually, and let himself calm down as he had a little chuckle to himself. "I can see you're loving this, if you want more, beg for it faggot." I was overcome by lust, and did everything he asked me to. "Please Rick, give me more." "Keep begging." "Please Rick, I love your dick and want you to do anything you want to me. Please give me more." I had a look of longing on my face as I was kneeling below him, him still holding my hair, "That's better bitch," He replied with a grin. "Open you mouth up," He commanded, with his cock and balls hanigng out while he had his shorts slightly pulled down. I did as he said, and kept staring into his sexy eyes. He could see how overcome with lust I was and he was feeding off of that. "Take it, you dirty faggot," he said as he aimed a hard stream of piss into my mouth. "Drink it all, be grateful for it." I gulped down as much as I could, but his warm, pale yellow piss was coming out like a jet. He stopped his flow, with an angry look on his face. "Bitch, I told you to drink all of this piss," he said. He slapped me hard on the face. I looked up at him, my eyes were watering because it had hurt. "You're crying? I haven't even finished yet." He aimed his cock back at my mouth, this time with my lips wrapped around the head of his dick. "This time, you drink it all." I looked up at him with tears running down my cheeks. He had a slight smirk still on his face, as he shot his jet of piss directly down my throat. I choked and began to cough, causing me to breath deeply through my nose. He made sure my head stayed still with his hand grabbing my hair and his cock was fat enough to wrap my lips tightly around it. I gulped as much as I could in between my gagging. His piss was warm and tangy. It began to burn my mouth as it endlessly ran down my throat. The stream eventually slowed down, and he took his dick off my lips and sprayed the rest over my face. I looked up at him, on my knees, hoping he was satisfied. But he was growing his massive boner again, and his uncut dick began to point upwards with the head poking slightly out of its foreskin. This time, he said nothing. He pulled me by the hair and poked my mouth onto his erection. It forced my lips to wrap around it once more, but this time he fucked my face completely onto it. With the first thrust, he had his dick reaching past my tonsils, causing me to gag and slightly bite his dick. He slapped me, with a look of anger as we maintained eye contact. The pain stung, and my eyes began to tear again. He moved very little, as he bopped my head up and down his thick, long cock at his own pace. After a minute he thrust so fast my neck was becoming sore. He had two hands now pushing my face down to his pubic bush, and he started to thrust himself a little. Every time I went down and met his pubes, his balls would bounce and wack my chin. He began to groan like an animal, and I could feel his cock swell up as he was about to cum. He swifly withdrew and topped off the humiliation by groaning as he shot 8 long, thick ropes of cum over my eyes, forehead and in my hair. Rick wiped the rest of the dribbles on my cheeks and used his dick to spread his cum all over my face. Before he could zip his shorts back up, someone yelled at us from the left. "Hey!" Justin yelled. "What to fuck did you to the guy?" "He asked for it, he's a little faggot and he begged. Don't blame me." "He's fucking crying man, look what you did." Justin bent down next to me and hugged me, asking if I was OK. I nodded my head, and begged him not to let dad know. I dug my head into his strong shoulder and he kept holding me tight as Rick zipped up and walked back to the dig. "Hey mate, it's OK now. He's gone." "Thanks Justin, it means a lot that you care. But I did ask for it, and even though I cried, I was liking it at the same time. Don't you think I'm disgusting?" "No, of course not. Maybe you just didn't really know what you could handle. Rick's an inconsiderate dickhead, I know. But don't worry, I'll deal with him later." I sobbed and looked up at Justin in the eyes, and we froze there. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. After staring at each other for a few seconds, he moved in and our lips met, forming a passionate kiss. As corny as it sounds. he seemed like my knight in shining armor. When we kissed, we had a genuine passion for one another, and I felt like it could definately lead to an amazing relationship. To Be Continued... I'll keep continuing the stories as long as you guys like them :-) I need motivation to do things hehe. Hope you liked the story, and the series so far. Please write to me at thetoilet16@hotmail.com