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