1 an old white urinal a boy named simon Part 4
Part 4
When he saw that I wasn’t going to do it, he grabbed ahold of my head, pushed me down towards the front of it and held me there until he finally saw my lips touching the cold white porcelain. Touching the cold white porcelain where the drops of pee and dark kinky pubic hairs from the men that had been there earlier had dropped down to. ” Ohhh, Oh shit, Lick it.” ” Nooo.” ” Lick it and I’ll let you finish off my pee, you know you want to.” The shame I felt as he watched my little tongue coming out, touching first one drop and then another was unreal. I couldn’t believe that an older man, an older white man, had me kneeling down in front of one of the urinal’s kissing and licking on the front of it, just so I could taste his pee. His warm honey colored pee. When I had my eyes closed, it was like I could deny that it was happening. But somewhere along the way, I had opened my eyes and I was looking down into the still open mouth of the face that he had painted on it earlier, the little open mouth of the drain hole. He caught me looking at the little drain hole and hissed, ” Go ahead, lick it there to, you know you want to.” I tried to scream ” NOOO ‘ but nothing came out. I hated him for saying it, I hated me for even thinking it but most of all I hated the [ Urge ] the Urge that was starting up inside of me. Before I even knew what was going on, I had my entire head down inside of the white urinal and was running my tongue in tiny circles around the little drain hole. ” Oh fuck, lick the drain Simon, lick the drain.” ” Aggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh, shitttttt.” ” Your something else Simon, your something else.” ” Lickkkk ittttt.” I don’t know how long he had been getting me to lick on it, when all of a sudden he said, ” Don’t move, don’t move,” stepped up to the side of the urinal and before I could even figure out what was going on, he released his honey colored pee, splashing it against the back of the urinal, where it then ran down slowly to where I was licking.