Date: Wed, 02 Aug 2023 16:39:07 +0000
From: 2son2s <2son2s@proton.me>
Subject: Office Urinal Saga - Part 3

Office Urinal Saga: Part 3 -- 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 3 introduces the 3rd of 4 regulars. I'll revisit all 4 in future
parts. All 4 are based at least in part 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.

Finally, I'd love to hear your feedback and comments: 2son2s@proton.me
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Work had gotten busy and was really eating into my office
extracurriculars. I was horny, per usual, but before I knew it most days
were over before I had any chances to be the slut I craved to be (I was
maintaining my Wednesday appointments with Master, of course, at least the
days he showed up). It was one of those busy days when my phone buzzed:

"Hey boy, how goes?"

It was Dad! He prefers Dad to Daddy, which is fine with me. He's an
achingly gorgeous middle aged hunk with a mat of black fur all over his
body, with streaks of grey here and there. We'd met on Scruff years ago,
when I was single and just beginning to learn about my piggy desires. He'd
taught me many new things. He is one of those rare fully versatile and
truly no limits men. He has done and enjoyed it all. I'm incredibly lucky
to have had him as a mentor. Our communications became sporadic over time
when discretion became important but, as evidenced by the text, we still
connected occasionally.

"Dad! Things are good. Hectic. You?" I replied.

"Good here too. You need some nut?" Dad replied immediately.

My cock was already hard but jumped when I read it. It was his usual way of
saying he was horny and needed a mouth. I checked the time and my calendar
- it would make for an even crazier day but I could swing it (I needed
this!).

"Yes sir, badly!" I responded eagerly.

I waited for his reply and thought about what he might have in mind. Dad
loved to keep me on my toes.

"I'll be in front of your building in 10" he said.

"Perfect. I'll be ready" I replied immediately.

Ten minutes later I was standing on the sidewalk watching Dad drive up in
his big black truck. It had a huge extended cab with tinted windows. I knew
it well, I'd done many deeds in that back seat. The front as well. I smiled
as he stopped in front of me. I pulled open the back door and hopped in.

"You know the rules, boy" Dad said before I was even sitting.

I did, in fact, know the rules. Boys couldn't wear clothes in Dad's
truck. I quickly undressed and then buckled in.

"Atta boy. You thirsty?"

I was always thirsty, obviously, but this took me off guard. Dad was into
piss but was a bit pee shy. I'd only gotten to drink from him once, when
he'd held it all day and bladder shyness wasn't an issue.

"Yes sir. I'm always thirsty, Dad" I replied.

"Ha. I know you are, boy. Well here you go, drink up" he says as he reaches
back with a sports bottle.

I grabbed the bottle slightly confused but obediently took a sip. A grin
grew on my face as I realized what it was. Dad had pissed in the bottle for
me to enjoy. I looked in the rear view mirror so we could make eye contact
and started chugging away.

"Haha I thought you'd like that. Made that bottle after the gym before
texting you. Such a good piss pig" Dad said through a smile as he watched
me guzzle his piss. It was a little strong and bitter, but I didn't
struggle at all. I happily finished the bottle and thanked him as soon as
it was done.

I'd been so lost in my piss trance that I hadn't been paying attention to
where we were going. Naked in the back seat chugging a bottle of piss. Such
a pig whore. But now that my bottle was empty I looked around. We were in a
parking garage headed down. There were a few cars but not a ton. And I
didn't see any people.

Finally, Dad backed into a remote spot and parked the truck. He turned
around in his seat and said:

"Alright boy, get out and head to the back of the truck. Leave your clothes
in the cab. There are a pair of tennis shoes in my gym bag you can put on"

With that, he got out and walked to the back. I hesitated for a
second. Naked in public was nothing new to me but this was a step
further. My cock betrayed me though as it stood straight up as I sat on the
leather seat. So before I could chicken out I grabbed Dad's bag, found the
shoes, slipped them on and opened the door. With as much confidence as I
could muster I strode to the back.

"There's my naked pig boy" Dad proudly proclaimed at me as I stopped in
front of the tailgate.

"Now open the gate and hop on up, then get on your knees facing me" Dad
instructed as his hand patted my furry bubble butt.

As I did as I was told Dad started to undress. He was an exhibitionist
himself and wouldn't pass an opportunity to be nude in public. As I got to
my knees on the bed of the truck I watched as he shed his shirt and then
the pants, folding them and placing on the tailgate. He was so fucking
sexy. Finally he was just wearing a jock. I could tell it wasn't a fresh
one. Sweat and piss stains were obvious. My mouth was watering. His grin
showed that he knew the effect he was having on me. He grabbed the sides of
his jock and slowly dropped them to the ground. His perfect, 7" uncut cock
popped up at full mast in the process. He picked the jock up.

"Catch son" he said as he tossed them to me.

I reached out and caught them. Without needing to be told I immediately
brought to my face and inhaled. His musk was like a drug. The only poppers
I ever needed.

"I've been wearing them for 2 weeks every day. Shot 4 loads into it. Soaked
it in piss. Dried my sweaty ass with it. You can keep `em." Dad says this
while climbing up onto the bed of the truck with me. His naked body looking
glorious in the garage lighting.

"You can play with that later though. Now it's time to feed: suck my cock
boy"

I didn't need to be told twice. I wrapped Dad's dirty jock around my own
cock before leaning forward and taking his manhood into my mouth. Now, I've
sucked a lot of cock. But Dad's cock has always been my favorite. It's the
perfect size, perfect thickness, perfect flavor. It's just perfect. Dad's
balls are perfect too. I alternate between taking the cock deep in my
throat and stuffing the balls into my mouth. I know what drives him. I know
how to milk Dad's cum. And I'm on a mission.

"Easy there, killer! Dad needs to nut but wants to play a little first!" He
says as he pulls back so his cock head is resting just on the tip of my
outstretched tongue.

Turning around, dad looks back as he bends over.

"Get your tongue in my hole, boy."

I immediately crawl forward and dive my face into his mountainous fur
covered ass. I held onto his thighs to pull myself further into him as he
held his cheeks open for easier access.

"Fuck boy! Your tongue feels so fucking good. Go deeper! Fuck my hole with
your tongue boy!" Dad all but shouted in ecstasy. He was clearly trying to
keep his voice down for discretion but his horniess made it difficult. Dad
has always been very verbal. He knows what he wants and says it.

I finally have to pull back and catch my breath. The heat and musk of Dad's
hole still radiating on my face. He straightens up and turns around.

"Your turn, boy, turn around and let me see that boy hole"

I obey and put my ass up in the air, reaching back and holding my cheeks
open just as he has been. I feel dad grab the jock that has been hanging
from my rigid cock. He takes it and brings it to my mouth.

"Open up. Can't have you moaning like a whore," he said as he gagged my
mouth with his filthy jock.

"Hmpssrr" is my incoherent gagged reply.

"Hehe good boy" Dad says as he returns to my presented ass and begins to
chow down. To say he is a seasoned, expert rimmer simply doesn't do it
justice. The pleasure he can impart with his mouth on a hole is
immeasurable. As he buries his tongue in my ass my muffled moans and drool
soaks the jock and my cock throbs. I can feel his tongue mining deep in my
boy hole.

If anyone was ever to get me to orgasm just from a rimjob, it would be Dad.

However, he stops before that becomes a possibility. I feel his tongue on
my back, then my legs, then my ass cheeks, then my balls. He's bathing my
body with his masterful tongue.

Finally he stands back up and proclaims that it's time.

"I don't have time to fuck today boy, but we'll definitely be back here
soon to do that. For now, come finish me off and swallow my load."

I jump to obey and get to work. I work my tongue over his shaft as I go up
and down on his cock. I tease the piss slit. I cup his hairy balls. I use
them to gauge when to go as deep as I can. As they begin to rise up and
tighten I know it's nearly time. Dad is barely concealing his moans and
growls. I shove my face down as far as I can, my nose buried in his bush,
my throat tight around his cock. I open it up as best I can, look up to
make eye contact and constrict my muscles knowing this would send him over
the edge.

"Fuuuuuck boy! Swallow it!" Dad gasps out as I feel his cock throb and
begin to shoot load after load directly down my eager throat.

I keep my eyes up as I breathe through my nose and wait for him to come
back to earth. He finally composes himself and pulls his spent wet cock out
of my mouth. He comes down onto his haunches and looks me in the eyes.

"You're such a good cocksucking pig. My good boy" he declares as he pulls
my face into his and gives me a deep kiss.

"Thanks Dad" I say after he releases me and steps back.

"Before we go, I want you to add a load to that jock. Jerk off into it
now."

I jumped at the order and grabbed the jock. I knew it wouldn't take much to
get my load out. I stared at Dad's eyes as he watched his boy stroke. Not
15 seconds later I say "here it comes, Dad" and my cum fires into the
already soaked dirty jock.

"Good boy!" Dad praised before saying "now get back in the cab. I'm running
late."

I stand up and walk to the tailgate, jump down and walk to the cab with
Dad's gift in my hand. Dad dresses behind the truck, now commando since he
gave me his underwear. I enter the cab and wait for him to get back in the
front.

"Go ahead and get your clothes on while I drive, boy" Dad instructs and I
obey.

We drive in silence as I dress until we pull in front of my office and he
turns around in his chair smiling.

"Go back to work and think about my nut resting in your belly mixing with
my piss. Who's Dad's good boy?"

"Yes Dad, I am, sir!" I reply as I open the door and get out. The jock in
my hand is a bit awkward but I have it crumpled into my fist as best I
can. I look back once more to Dad's truck. He looks over, winks and grins,
and then drives off.

I walk back to my office, put Dad's jock in my bag and get back to work
thinking about his piss and cum in my belly wondering when I'll get to
taste him again.