Date: Thu, 06 Jul 2023 17:13:57 +0000
From: 2son2s <2son2s@proton.me>
Subject: Office Urinal Sage Part 1

Office Urinal Saga: Part 1 -- Gay Urination / Authoritarian

This is my first Nifty submission after many years enjoying the content as
a reader (donate if you're able!). The story here is Part 1 of a series
which is based in part on actual events.

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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"Urinal available?"

I read the text and my cock jumped and immediately began to grow. I grabbed
my phone and responded:

"Yes Sir!"

I'd met Sir several years ago on Grindr. I'd been on and off the app for
years; wasn't supposed to be but couldn't help myself. The urges hit and
temptation is strong. Over time I'd met Sir on numerous occasions. I'd
finally got the courage to ask if I could give him my number so he could
text anytime rather than sporadically when I happened to be on the
app. Since then, we'd built a routine and I got to be at his disposal much
more frequently.

"Be ready at the spot in 5 min" the next text read.

After responding with the affirmative "yes Sir" I got up from my desk and,
adjusting my now hard cock, started walking towards the stairs. The spot
we'd long used was a scarcely used restroom in the basement of the hotel
adjacent to my office building. The standing "ready" orders were for me to
be naked in the bigger stall ready to accept Sir. He wouldn't enter the
stall unless I was completely bare ass naked.  I walked quickly and got to
the restroom in record timing. Luckily the big stall was free, and I
started undressing before I even got to the stall. I closed the door and
finished getting nude. Although it wasn't explicitly required by Sir, I
then got on my knees to wait.

I hear the restroom door open. I'm excited but also nervous, the thrill of
the risk of being naked in public. Holding my breath, I waited for the
slight tap on the stall door which would indicate it was in fact Sir who
had entered the restroom.

*tap tap*

It was him. I eagerly reached forward and opened the door. There he was,
staring in at the urinal fag he was about to use. Sir is about 6 ft,
average build and somewhat plain looking, but handsome. My cock was rigid
and had a soft glisten of pre cum. My mouth was salivating.

Sir wordlessly came into the stall, shutting the door behind him. I knew
our routine and that Sir would remain silent until the end, unless he
decided to deviate from the routine which he did occasionally. I leaned
back a bit to give him access. He always started out by playing with my
untrimmed pubes and rubbing my hairy chest. He has a thing for otter
fags. He stares into my eyes as he tussles my bush for a few seconds before
backing up and starts to undo his pants.

After what feels like ages, he finally has his cock free. It's about
average size or maybe slightly above average. It's semi hard and I know
from experience he needs a second to let it soften a bit more before he
begins. I patiently wait until he finally steps forward again and places
the tip of his cock on my lips that are already parted. I push my head
slightly forward to make sure enough is in my mouth before locking my lips
around his cock head. Then I wait, staring up at his eyes from my knees. My
natural position. The anticipation is intense.

Then it comes. I can feel and taste a small dribble on my tongue. It grows
into a steady steam, and I begin gulping. Practiced gulps to keep up with
his stream. I've never spilled a drop. I can't fathom wasting it. His piss
always tastes perfect. Not too bitter but definitely some flavor. I have to
control my urge to moan as I swallow. I can't be making noise.

After a short time, his stream stops. But I know he's not done. He likes me
to swallow it all except for a small bit: He likes to piss into my beard
and down my chest so it dribbles a bit into my bush. He does this now, I
see him smiling and also see his cock enlarging. After wetting my fur, he
enters my mouth again and finishes using the urinal he came for. Then he
steps back again. My mouth depressingly empty again after swallowing the
last bit.

At this point I eagerly wait to see if he'll deviate from routine at
all. And I'm lucky: I hear him whisper so only I could hear: "mouth open,
tongue out" - I'm not always allowed what comes next, so I grin before
happily obeying as I watch as Sir starts stroking.

It only takes a second for him to be fully hard and 5 or 6 good strokes
until he steps forward once more, places his cock on my tongue and unloads
into my mouth. After a few spurts I swallow and he wipes the last drop off
the tip and allows me to lick it clean. I'm in faggot heaven but I know
it's almost over. I watch as Sir puts away his cock. He then reaches down,
places his fingers on my chin and guides me up off my knees so I'm standing
before him.

Me, fully nude and full of his cum and piss; Sir, fully clothed and
satisfied. He leans forward and lightly kisses my lips and then whispers
"such a good boy" to which I whisper back, "thank you, Sir." He smiles,
pats my cheek, opens the door and leaves me there standing in the public
restroom bare ass with his drying piss in my beard and body hair. I compose
myself for a few seconds before beginning to dress and start dreaming of
the next time I get the text: "Urinal available?"