Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2023 19:56:14 +0000
From: 2son2s <2son2s@proton.me>
Subject: Office Urinal Saga: Part 5

Office Urinal Saga: Part 5 -- 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, these events from here on are purely 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.

I'd love to hear your feedback and comments: 2son2s@proton.me
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Sitting at my desk later the same day that Coach and I met Sport, I was
feeling even hornier than usual. Coach said he'd text with Sport on a group
message and I couldn't hardly wait. The prospect of sexting and dirty chat,
not to mention in person servicing, with our new Teammate had me completely
distracted. I was gonna need to shoot a load soon if I was going to get any
work done, although it seemed like Coach had said no cum for us today.

Finally, just after I was wrapping up lunch, I get the anticipated message
as a group chat with an unrecognized number.

Coach (C): hey there boys. Save each others numbers. Rookie, remember that
Sport is your superior, anything he says you're to obey. Sport, remember my
instructions.

Rookie (R): yes Coach, understood Sir!
Sport (S): got it, Coach!
C: good boys. Now, go chat amongst yourselves and get to know one another ;-)
C: oh and be on the lookout for the next team workout!

With that, I added a new contact (Sport) and started a new chat.

R: hey there, Sport! Had fun this morning ;-)
S: hey faggot rook. It was definitely fun.
S: when it's just the two of us, you'll refer to me as sir
R: of course sir, sorry
S: good rookie. Now go to the restroom, strip, and send me a pic for your contact info.
R: yes sir!

Damn, he was a natural. I wonder if Coach had given him tips along with the
mysterious "instructions?" Regardless, I jumped to obey and headed to the
restroom. Choosing the handicap stall, I undressed and once nude I held up
my phone and snapped a selfie with my entire body head to toe was
visible. While still standing there naked, I sent the pic.

S: nice. Ur a sexy faggot.
R: thank you sir

S: now get on your knees and take another in that position, that makes more
sense for your contact info

R: good idea sir, one sec
R: *photo*
S: much better, good boy
R: thank you sir!
S: you can dress now and get back to your desk.
S: are you able to meet this afternoon at all?
R: I can make time to meet, yes sir

S: great. I work in the vicinity. Coach told me you work near the gym. Meet
me in the lobby of the hotel in 1 hour

R: got it, sir, I'll be there
S: good boy. See you soon

I put my phone down, got dressed and headed to my office, my mind racing
with the possibilities. What did Sport, or sir (as opposed to Sir. Faggot
problems, ha!), have in store for me? And what were Coaches instructions?
Would I find out? Did they have anything to do with me? I needed to know!

The next hour crawled by but when the hour finally arrived, I got up and
began walking towards the meeting spot. The hotel was right next door,
between the gym and my office complex. I used the restroom in the basement
when Sir needed a urinal and for other encounters. I suspected sir/Sport
knew about it as well.

Waiting by the hotel escalators I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned
around and saw sir standing there.

"Hey sir!" I said, reaching out my hand to shake.

"Hey rookie. Follow me" he said as he shook my hand.

He walked to the escalator that went down and stepped on, with me on his
tail. He was dressed in a nice polo shirt that was drenched in sweat on the
back. I could also see some sweat marks on the seat of his pants, which
were hugging his bubble butt tightly. He must have had to walk outside in
the highly humid and hot summer temps. I couldn't help but imagine what he
smelled and tasted like. Luckily, I suspected I was about to find out.

He finally approached the restroom that I had anticipated and walked in
with me right behind. He walked to the big stall at the end, opened it and
turned towards me.

"After you, rookie" he said and slapped my ass as I entered.

He followed and shut and locked the door before turning to me, reached out
and grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me into him.

"I've been thinking about our kiss all day. I need more," he declared
before grabbing the back of my head and pulling me into his face. We were
immediately transported back to the gym shower floor. Sucking tongue,
biting lips, making out like we were in heat. Well, I certainly was in
heat. I was so horny I could hardly stand it. My hands were exploring up
and down his drenched back and butt. The only thing missing was Coach's
piss cascading down our faces.

After a few minutes, sir pulls my head back and stares into my eyes with a
killer smile. He then hocks and spits right into my face.

"Get your clothes off now, rookie, then onto your knees" he said as I wiped
my face bringing the saliva I collected to my mouth to lick off.

I obeyed in record timing and for the third time that day I was on my knees
completely naked in a public restroom. I loved it.

"I had to walk over here and I'm extra sweaty. Start with my feet, get my
shoes off and sniff inside them and on my feet" he confirmed my suspicions
and gave new orders.

His shoes slipped off and I inhaled deep once I got them to my face. Ripe
and a bit rank, the smell was intoxicating. I then moved down to his feet
(he wasn't wearing socks, oddly). I kissed the tops before sniffing in
between the toes. I treated both feet to a bath from my tongue between lots
of deep sniffs. I could have gone on forever. But he snapped me back to
reality.

"Damn, rookie, you really are a dirty little faggot, huh?"

"Yes sir!" I replied as I stared up from his feet.

"Get up here and put your face in my pit, then" he ordered.

I jumped up and immediately shoved my face into his wet sweaty armpit. He
was still wearing his polo but his musk put me in overdrive. I was inhaling
as deep as I could. I absentmindedly reached for bottom of his shirt and
began to lift so I could take it off and suck on his pit hair before he
smacked my hand away.

"I don't think so rookie. I need to bust a nut and we don't have the time
for you to rut in my pits" he said as I listened disappointed.

"But I thought Coach said we couldn't cum until the next team workout,
sir," I said, not wanting to disobey either one of them.

"Technically not what he said, but as a good sub I can see how you got
there. But to put you at ease, Coach told me we could both cum today with a
stipulation" sir informed me. That must be the instructions! I eagerly
listened on.

"Both our loads have to end up on your face, with a photo sent to the team
chat. So you'll suck me until I'm close, then I'll jerk off to finish and
shoot it on your face. Then you'll jerk off and cum into your cupped
hand. You'll add the cum to mine on your face then I'll snap a pic. Now get
to work."

My already hard cock jumped as he finished the instructions. I knelt down
again immediately and undid his pants before pulling out his uncut cock. It
was beautiful. I got to work sucking it. If he was in any state like me it
wouldn't take him long.

I worked strategically, taking the entire length into my mouth and letting
my tongue lick at his balls before pulling out again. He became verbal
then, calling me faggot and cocksucker, telling me what a slut I was.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum, get off rookie it has to be on your face" he
nearly shouts as I stop sucking and he takes over with his hand.

It took one full stroked before he erupted from my chin, sending ropes
across my mouth, nose and forehead. It had to have been 5 or 6 strong
streams and I could feel the puddles on my face.

I'd already begun stroking and just as his cock finished unloading on my
face my own cock began flooding my cupped hand. It felt like the biggest
load I'd ever shot. My hand was full to the brim with cum. I immediately
brought it up to my face and began smearing it and mixing it with sir's. He
was looking down at me and grinned.

"Now that is one cum covered faggot. Smile!" He then took a few pics and
immediately sent them, I felt my phone buzz with the message.

He then squat down before me and began working the semen on my face into my
mouth. At first it was huge gobs that I immediately swallowed, followed by
smaller more liquified cum that he had me suck off his finger. Finally, it
was all in my belly. I could imagine what my face looked like, I'd
definitely need to clean it before going back to work!

"I gotta go. Clean yourself up, rookie" he said as he stood up and stepped
over me. "We'll chat more later."

With that, he left and I waited until I heard the door open and close again
before I stood up and began to dress. I was a mess so it took some time to
get back presentable but when I was, I walked back to my office before
looking at my messages.

S: *naked photo of me featuring my cum covered face*
C: Damn, boys, that's just the two of you's cum?? Surely that's 4 or 5 loads!
S: no Coach, just ours! The rookie had so much cum, never seen so much in one load!
C: wow! It looks natural on him lol look at that smile
S: haha it does. I fed it all to him after the pic too.
C: attaboy. You're a natural
R: :-) thanks for letting us cum, Coach! Needed that
C: you're welcome boy.
S: I love how slutty you are, rookie. Going to be seeing a lot more of each other
R: sounds great to be

C: lol my horny boys. Keep y'all's dirty chat between the two of you, I got
to get back to work. I'll be in touch soon.

S: later, Coach!
R: bye, Coach!

Finally satisfied, I set my phone down and got back to work. A few minutes
went by before the phone buzzed again. I assumed it was sir. I looked down
and was surprised to see it wasn't - it was Sir. I opened the text:

"Urinal Available?" It read. I grinned, the duties of an office pig never end.

"Sure is, Sir" I replied and awaited instructions...