Tag: piss

My job every day is to gently wake my roommate up by taking care of his morning wood. Once I have swallowed his nut, and gently brought him out of his deep sleep, he will pat me on the head to indicate that he is up.  I then kneel next to the bed with my head tilted back and my mouth open and waiting. Once he feels sufficiently ready to face the day, he will stand up and take his morning piss. 

He takes aim, and lets it go. While most of it does go in my mouth, like all men, his aim is not perfect when he first wakes up. Once his bladder is drained, I lean forward and lick any remaining piss droplets from his cock. Tucking his thick slab of beef back in his boxer briefs, he heads off to shower. That is my signal that he is done with me. 

This has been our routine since our first day rooming together. Within the first hour, we had both understood that he was better than me in every way. In fact I was lucky to be near a man such as him, to be privileged enough to share a dorm room with him. On that first afternoon he showed me what was expected of a fag, like me, sharing a dorm room with a man, like him. Since then, he has not spoken to me again.  He asks nothing of me other than the morning ritual and to stay out of his way. I am not his roommate, his friend or even his bitch, I am nothing more than appliance to him. A feature of the dorm room, that serves its purpose every morning, but requires no additional thought.

The guy on the right has such a serious boner from watching his shirtless buddies drain their bladders, that he does not need to hold his own cock.  It is pointed straight out, directly at the urinal trough. The problem he has is that he needs to cum more than he needs to piss, which is making it “hard” to get the flow going.

You look up at him with hesitation in your eyes.  He is a real man and every fiber of your being tells you to do as he says, even though it goes against everything you have ever believed. 

You trust him. He was your first. He taught you to suck his cock. He took your cherry and stretched out your cunt to fit his cock perfectly. He has taken the time to show you your proper place in life, and you appreciate that. You have come to, not only accept his cock inside of you, you have learned to crave it. You feel complete only when he is ramming his meat in one of your holes. 

Even so, becoming his urinal feels like a big step. You are kneeling in front of him with his cock down your throat, waiting for him to empty his bladder into your stomach. You are going to be digesting his waste. This is the lowest of the low. You will be nothing more than a place to him to piss into. An convenient object for him to use so he does not have to walk all the way to the bathroom. But you trust him. If he says that this is what you were born to do, what you were made for, then maybe it is true. Maybe you are nothing more than a set of holes put on this earth to make the lives of real men better. Maybe wrapping your cock sucking lips around his shaft and swallowing his piss is the best use for your mouth.

You trust him, so when you feel his cock flex in your mouth and the hot urine begin to flow, you swallow, as instructed. It never seems to end, you kneel there for several minutes looking up at him as he pisses down your throat. When he finishes, you carefully suck the last drops from him and make sure he is clean.  He pats you on your head and walks away. Having used you as a toilet, he is now done with you.

Kneeling in the empty room, you realize that you feel…….fulfilled is probably the best word for it. You have served your purpose. 

After an hour and a half on his knees swallowing the hot piss of the bar’s patrons, the newly christened urinal fag took advantage of a break in the line, to empty his own bladder of all the second hand beer he has guzzled this evening.

As he stands there, trying to figure out the series of events that led him to this place and turned him into a substitute toilet, he realizes that he is too drunk to think clearly. After all, he has swallowed the equivalent of 20 to 30 warm, recycled beers.  He also realizes that he does not have time to ponder his new place in life, as several men walk into the bathroom and unzip. He needs to get into position on his knees so these men can relieve themselves into him.