I was there once again. Hanging around the men’s room at an XXX Adult Cinema. I’d been to these kind of places many times before. I was there waiting and wanting to see a man piss, wanting to watch him do it. I’d stand next to one of the urinals and glance over when a guy came in and started to pee. Sometimes he’d let me hold his dick while he did it. Sometimes more.

After a few minutes, an older guy came in. He could see I was just waiting there and I could tell he probably sensed what I wanted. As he went up to one of the urinals and opened his fly I was just wild with excitement to see him take out his dick. But when he took it out, instead of peeing right away he started to rub his cock—he could see I was watching intently.

Suddenly he turned to me and said, “You’re a toilet whore aren’t you?”
“You get off watching guys piss; you want to take it in your don’t you?” “You’ll do anything I tell you to, won’t you you fucking cock sucking piss drinking pig?” I nodded shyly in agreement.

Then he told me, “Kiss the urinal bitch, kiss that old white urinal, that old white urinal that’s hanging from the wall.” “Hanging from the wall where so many men have pissed in it so many times before.” “Kiss the urinal baby, kiss the urinal.”

When he saw that I was hesitating a little, he grabbed a hold 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, yes, Lick it.”

“Lick it and I’ll let you taste my pee, you know you want to.”


The excitement I felt as he watched my tongue coming out, touching first one drop and then another was unreal.