Office Urinal Saga: Part 11 -- 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 some real events, this 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.
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Work was busy. Life was hectic. The routine was fumbled. After my last encounter with Sport, I'd received an unexpected promotion at work. Which is great. But before I knew it it was months without serving any of my regulars - except for Sir who I was so an everyday urinal for. I guess you can be a successful manager or a successful faggot but not both? Or maybe I wasn't trying hard enough. Today was the day I got back on my feet. Or rather, my knees.
I grabbed the envelope of cash that Sir had given me. I shot my team a message letting them know I'd be taking the afternoon off and left my office heading for the hotel. I booked a room, paid and headed up.
Once there, and after getting naked of course, I first text all the regulars whom I had numbers for (Dad, Coach and Sport) giving them the room number and explaining that I was open for business and I'd be there the rest of the day.
Then I placed an ad online - the usual "faggot for use" stuff. And waited.
Dad had responded almost immediately saying he was coming right away. That got me excited. Some one on one time with Dad would be great while waiting for more men to show up.
He must have been in the area already because only minutes later there is a knock at the door. I open it up and there he is, naked already. I remembered how our last hotel visit went: faggots don't get to wear clothes in the room. He hadn't forgotten. Man I loved my fagdad. He grabbed his pile of clothes and came in with a grin.
"Hey, Dad! Great to see you," I said as I wrapped my arms around him and brought him in for a kiss.
"Hey there boy, looking sexy as ever," he responded and then walked into the room. I followed, at his beautiful naked body. My cock responding immediately to full attention.
"I gotta piss, son, on your knees," he said once he folded his clothes into a pile with mine.
"Yes sir!" I said as I quickly fell to my knees and opened my mouth. He brought his already slightly engorged cock to my mouth and almost immediately started to piss. He must have really needed to go!
I swallowed drop and when he finished he pulled me up and gave me another kiss. "On the bed, boy - on the double!" He ordered.
I giggled and said "yes sir" before jumping to obey. He followed and laid next to me and we started making out. A few minutes of passionate kissing passed before I heard my phone buzz. "Let me check that, Dad, more cock could be calling."
I looked at my phone and saw a text from Coach. "On my way, leave the door cracked I'll let myself in."
I ran over to the door and cracked it slightly before returning to Dad in bed. We started kidding again. Dad laying on his back on the bed, me laying on top of him, our hard cocks rubbing. Occasionally I moved from his lips to his nipples or pits. I was in heaven.
Suddenly I sensed that we weren't alone. I looked up to see Coach. Naked already. I smiled.
"Hey there, rookie. This is quite a view," he said then reached forward and pulled us both to the edge of the bed so that Dad's head was now hanging slightly off the edge while I still was laying on top.
"Tell your friend to open up, rookie, I'm in the mood to fuck some throat," Coach ordered.
I didn't need to tell Dad, though, as he immediately opened up. I watched as Coach walked forward. I leaned my face down to watch as Coach placed his cock in Dad's open mouth. I bit playful on Dad's chin as the cock slid deeper into his gaping mouth.
I knew from experience that Coach wasn't going to go easy on him. Almost immediately he was in a rhythm pumping in and out - pubes to the nose and it again. Dad was an excellent cocksucker but even he was struggling to keep up. The gagging was intermittent and I was leaking all over Dad's cock as I watched, occasionally shifting back to suck on his nipples or kiss his neck.
After a while, Coach pulled out, grabbed my hair and pulled me into a better position.
"Your turn, rookie," he said and buried himself into me as I laid on-top of Dad.
I was caught slightly off guard and the piss that Dad had fed me was still in my belly. So it wasn't too shocking when I gagged and coughed up a stream of slimy piss all over Dad's face.
"Fuck yea, son. That was hot as fuck. Take that cock deeper. Gag on it," dad said, soaking in my slimy piss bile.
Coach continued to face fuck me as Dad looked on and offered encouragements. Suddenly, though, Coach pulled out and instead of entering my throat, he took Dad by surprise and went deep on his open mouth. I didn't have time to be shocked because immediately he pulled out and went back into my throat. He then started to fuck our faces in an alternating rhythm. I'd never been so hard, I thought my might blow a load right there all over Dad's cock and bush.
Finally, Coach stopped and stepped back. We all took deep breathes and panted. It was a workout all around.
When I'd caught my breath I realized we had company. Sport was sitting in the "cuck chair" - naked - stroking his hard cock. I smiled and said "hey Sport! Why don't you join in?"
"I've been enjoying the view," he answered, "but I wouldn't mind a turn at this double throat action."
With that he got up and strolled over. He slapped Coaches ass as he walked by, an act I knew he'd pay for later.
"Careful, boy, I'll show you a real ass smacking," Coach playfully but sternly warned.
I grinned as Sport stepped up and without fanfare began face fucking Dad. He looked born to face fuck. I looked up into his eyes and told him without saying anything that it was my turn. He understood and granted my desire, entering my throat with his cock still slimy from Dad's mouth.
He got into a rhythm and I matched it. It was tricky laying on top of someone and maintaining my deep throat skills. But every thrust I met with earnest and greed.
Suddenly I felt a tongue in my hole. Coach had moved behind us and had begun to eat my ass. With the stimulation on my cock from the natural frotting with Dad, my ass being eaten and my throat abused, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold my load. But I couldn't stop and before I knew it, I was shooting my cum all over Dad under me.
Sport pulled his cock from my throat and said "damn rook, that moaning felt amazing on my dick. Did you just shoot a load?!"
Between breaths I stammered, "yea. I did."
I gently got up off of Dad, who was covered in cum and bile, a beautiful site, and walked to my phone. The messages from the ad were piling up. It was time to get some new meat to join us while I got ready for round two. Meanwhile, the other three sexy men in the room continued to play.
to be continued