The summer between High School and College I got a job at a construction company owned by a friend's family, there was a large project converting a small local mall on the outskirts of town to a large outdoor mall. I was hired to do job site security, basically keeping curious shoppers of the mall out of the construction site as well as checking workers to make sure they belonged on the site and not thieves.
I had known since the 8th grade that I was gay, so this was a great way to spend the summer, great pay, getting a tan and looking at sweat soaked workmen.
Let me let you know a bit about me, I turned 18 just before graduation, I stood 5' 9" and weighed 175(ish) had black hair and brown eyes, so I was just another 18 year old boy, good looking an 8 out of 10 I guess. The summer prior I had discovered the park on the edge of town where men looked for sex with other men. While I had plenty of encounters with boys my own age I found I had a desire to serve guys more experienced than me.
The summer so far has been unseasonably hot; and it didn't take long for my fantasies go wild in my head with the sites around me. My park adventures helped me discover that I had a massive thing for Hispanic men, and the construction site was ripe with Hispanic men, sweat soaked Hispanic men, so this had the making of heaven for me.
I was assigned to an area were the site laborers were in and out of all day long, this is where the job site storage containers were staged, what was also staged in this area was a couple of porta potties. I would love using them when really hot men finished, getting a whiff of their lingering body odor and often the smell of rank piss. One day I went in and decided to put a plastic cup in the urinals in hopes of capturing some hot piss from these guys, I imagined the piss flowing out of sweaty, dark skinned, uncut dicks. After the workmen would leave for the day I would check on my piss traps and every now and then it had some piss, I was instantly horny and hard when I would find piss in my cups. The smell, the warmth of the cup, the images in my head would all combine to make my head spin a bit. I would lick the drops on the edge than tip it up for the golden liquid and it would make my hard cock leak like crazy.
After about a month of this everything changed, I was the end of the day, a group of my favorite fantasies were the last to leave (as usual) and on the way out used the porta potties. I went in the first one and found the cup had very little piss in it, it was on its side, what was in the cup was dark yellow and on the bitter side, I moved onto the other one, the last one out of this porta pottie was one of my favorite to look at finished, he appeared to be in his mid to late 20's, about my height or a bit shorter with what looked like a body hard sweaty work creates covered in tattered jeans filthy from hard work and a reflective vest that covered what appeared to be a white wife beater. The smell in the plastic box was intoxicating and my cup was running over with golden nectar. I grabbed it and noticed a wad of spit floating on top; I had never thought erotic thoughts about spit before I was completely turned on by the thought of taking it down my throat. I put the cup to my lips and took a drink sucking the spit into my mouth along with the hot piss. I was so turned on thinking of the Hispanic stud I took my dick out of my jeans and stroked it while taking another drink from the cup.
The door swung open and there standing in the doorway was the last one to use the porta pottie, staring in disbelief. He started saying things in Spanish I could only guess at what he was saying; I did understand things like maricón, perra and puta. I couldn't think of anything to say, just stood there terrified. In my excitement to find the cup full and take in the intoxicating smell of the room I failed to lock the door and I didn't notice the tool belt hung over the toilet paper roll. I stared at him in silence and took in how amazingly beautiful he was to me close up. His reflective vest now off and tucked into his waist showing a dirty swat soaked now virtually transparent wife beater, his sweat soaked jet black hair that had been covered by his hard hat, his wispy facial hair and the tattoo on his neck.
He looked through me and started speaking in English, calling me a faggot bitch, asking what the fuck I was doing and still I was unable to speak in shear fear. He stepped in and let the door close pushing me back causing me to have to sit on the toilet seat. He then asked me questions, when I didn't answer he slapped me in the face and said "You Better Speak Up Bitch". So again he started asking questions: "So puta you like piss from real men" and I quietly answered "yes" again he slapped me in the face and said "you better speak up whore" So I said "Yes Sir", "So you like cock bitch?" and again I said "Yes Sir", "How long have you been drinking our piss?" and I told him that it has been about a month. At this point the smell from him had filled the box. He looked at me and said he had to piss again, and he made it clear he was going to piss in my mouth. He told me to get his cock out of his pants and when I reached for his zipper I was again slapped, he said I could only use my mouth. He then pushed me down so that I was kneeling on the filthy floor face in his crotch.
His worn jeans hung low on his hips with no belt, the top of some plad boxers showing and a treasure trail leading into his sweat soaked filthy wife beater. I tried over and over to unbutton them with my teeth with no luck, after a bit he was frustrated with my failed attempts and again slapped me in the face and unbuttoned the button telling me I would pay for failing, I then set in on the zipper, once down I tugged his pants down and pressed my face into his boxers breathing in the smell of his crotch. I tugged on them with my teeth following his treasure trail into a thick mass of pubic hair, finally his cock was free and I was in shock, while I had sucked many a large cock in the park I had never seen anything like this. It was dark brown and uncut with foreskin that completely covered the head. He pressed it to my lips and I knew what to do and let it slip into my mouth, I could smell the funk of old piss and left over cum trapped by the foreskin and couldn't wait to swirl my tongue and get it all in my greedy mouth.
He let the tip go into my mouth, I closed my eyes and pushed forward to get more into my mouth but he put his hand on my forehead and stopped me. He told me to look up at him; he wanted to watch my eyes while he used me and made me his urinal. I worked the skin down over his head with my mouth so I could seal the head of his cock in my mouth and so I could taste all the treats hidden under the foreskin and it was intoxicating. As I looked up at him he stared through me and delivered a jet of piss without warning that made me gag, he warned me I would be punished for every bit of his piss that hit the floor so I sealed my mouth onto him again and let loose a flow of tart rank piss that nearly drown me, it didn't take long and I was losing the battle which seemed to bring a sinister smile to his face, when he was finished he looked to the floor to see the puddle of piss I missed and as he pulled his cock from my mouth another slap landed across my face, this was much harder than any of the others and took my breath away for a second. He reminded me he warned me about any piss I didn't swallow would require punishment; he grabbed my hair and roughly pushed my face into the puddle on the filthy floor ordering me to lick it up. I had been submissive before for men in the park but this was a level of sheer domination I had never experienced and I found I was hornier than I have ever been in my life. I lapped the filthy floor clean and was given each of his boots to lick clean as well.
As I got back up on my knees and looked back at his face I could tell he was working up a wad of spit and quickly opened my mouth, I was his urinal and men liked to spit into the urinal after a good piss, he let it fly into my mouth and laughed at me. So you like being my urinal he asked, and I responded "YES SIR" to which I received a kick in my crotch. He looked down at me and again had that sinister grin on his face. He again pressed his cock to my lips and I let it in again, to which he said "make me cum in your faggot mouth bitch". As I sucked on his cock it grew to a size I didn't think was possible and curved upward, he told me the curve drives bitches crazy and I would find out soon enough about that, with that I was scared. I had been fucked before but never by anything even close to what I was assuming to be a solid 10" slab of meat, I preferred sucking cock and taking a guy's cum in my mouth, across my tongue so I could taste it.
He pushed my head up against the plastic urinal on the wall trying to ram his cock down my throat but I gaged every time, eventually he got into a rhythm with what I could handle and worked my mouth over rewarding me with an amazing load of his baby makers. He left his cock in my mouth for me to suck on and clean, and then I felt it, he was pissing again, this time a small post orgasm piss I was able to handle it all.
He made it clear to me that this is my place in life, to service him and his needs, he then pulled me back up by my hair, and turned me around, I felt his hand on my ass and was terrified he planned to fuck my right now, instead he took my wallet from my back pocked and took my ID from it.
He also took my phone and dialed a number, I heard his phone ring, he let me know that when he calls I better answer right away, if I failed he has my ID which means he has my address. He gave me back my wallet and phone and said see you tomorrow puta and gave me a slap to the face again, my phone let me know I had a text message, as I looked the contact name it was from was Piss Master, it was a short video of his dick in my mouth, piss leaking out the sides with him telling me to swallow every drop of his real man piss, he laughed at me and as he left with me dazed and now terrified that he had a video, I heard him make a comment about his friends.