The fag obviously likes kneeling in front of me with my cock in his mouth. He has accepted that he is made to service the cocks of real men, like me. He would never question this position. Looking up from his knees just feels right.

But today is different. Today he is going to do something he never even considered before. Its the look of hesitation and worry in his eyes that is making me hard. The fag will do anything to serve, but swallowing my morning piss is a new low. His mind is fighting with his body, he wants to make me happy, but he still thinks he is better than a urinal. He still holds out a little hope that I won’t empty my bladder in him. He still wants to believe that I value him as something more than an object to use. Silly faggot.

As I let my stream start to flow into him, I smile. I enjoy watching a little more of his innocence being washed away. Now that he knows I have no problem pissing down his throat, he accepts it. He knows this is what I want, so he straightens his back, looks up at me and tries to be the best damn urinal I have ever used. 

This is good for him, he needs to learn that the men using him don’t care about him.  He is just a fag.