Shiny Golden God

So, Mac was gay. Getting to the point where he could actually say it hadn't been easy, but with a lot of work (and plenty of dick) he could eventually say it with his chest. He was a flaming homosexual. At least he was normal about it, he consoled himself. He was a regular, jacked, God-loving American man who sometimes took it up the ass. End of story.

Then Dennis pissed all over his shoes, ruining both a perfectly good pair of sneakers and the concept of his own sexuality, fresh and fragile as it was. It was one thing to get down in a public toilet and another thing entirely to get down and be the public toilet.

After that incident in the zoo bathroom, he had to do some research. He waited until Dennis was gone and locked his door, screwed in his earbud, and began the excursion. A few keywords and the videos unfolded before him in a kaleidoscope of mess and degradation. College freshmen, skinheads, construction workers, pool boys – all waiting in supplication, on their knees in front of patient masters, ready to be of use to their golden god.

Mac furtively glanced towards the door before opening the first video. He could take notes later.

Afterwards, he constructed his plan. He had to get Dennis drunk enough to be open to it, he knew that much. Hell, he had to get himself drunk to try this. Cricket was easy to pay off and Mac was pretty sure he had a weird vendetta against urinals, seeing the way he reduced theirs to rubble with just a hammer. He considered asking Charlie to clog the toilet, but he didn't trust himself to lie about why he wanted it done. Clogging it proved to be an easy task anyway, so all he needed to do was wait for his opportunity.

Saturday, 1:47am

"You're looking a little tipsy man." Mac said, pushing a glass across the counter. "Drink some water."

Dennis shot him a suspicious glance. "Since when do you care if I'm drunk?" The words came out a little slurred.

"Your skin, Dennis," he said, as if this was perfectly normal, "you gotta hydrate."

Dennis' didn't argue, just took the glass and flashed him a smile. "Always looking out for me, baby boy."

Mac covered his shudder by downing the rest of his beer.

By the time Dennis was ready, the rags clogging the toilet were obscured by whoever else had used the bathroom after his sabotage. He stood on his toes to see over Dennis' shoulder, then shrugged in a way the he hoped was convincing. "Oh shit! That sucks, dude. What are we gonna do?"

Dennis wrinkled his nose at the mess and made to push past him.

Mac grabbed the sides of the stall, blocking Dennis.

"Uh, I was just gonna go," Dennis began to motion towards the sink before Mac cut him off.

"Real bummer dude. Hey wait, I have an idea!"

"Mac, if you want to piss in the alley knock yourself out, now move please."

Now there was an idea: Dennis crowding him up against the brick wall, barely shielding him from passerby as he took out his cock and—

Fuck, he had to focus. "Nah bro!" He said, darting out a hand to stop Dennis, who had made his way past him and was close to the sink.

Mac held out his hands, placating. "This is a great opportunity."

Dennis had the grace to only look incredulous as he motioned Mac to spit it out.

He put on his most trustworthy smile. "You could do it in me!"

Dennis took a full beat to process this. "Sorry, in?"

"Yeah." Mac bit his lip nervously.

"Elaborate." He said, closing his eyes as he over-pronounced the word. Not disinterested, exactly.

Mac barreled on. "Okay, so I read that the electrolytes are actually great for your skin, so—"

"Where did you – you know what, nevermind. What?"

"Yeah dude! And besides the, the uh, beer plant stuff—"

"Hops." Dennis said, a little smug.

"Hops! Yeah, so the hops is like, healthy and extra distilled. I've seen survivalists do it!" He paused. "Be a shame to waste it."

Dennis gave him a hard look. "Are you asking me to piss on you?"

"In!" Mac corrected. "But uh, kinda yeah."

For a long moment, Dennis swayed and squinted. Mac braced himself for a slap or, worse, mockery.

"M'kay," Dennis said.

"Really!?" He shouted, causing the other man to wince.

"Just, just shut up." Dennis waved a hand at him. "Get down before I change my mind."

Mac fell to the dirty tile, too quickly for his battle-worn knees, babbling about hops and hydration just to make sure Dennis wouldn't back out.

Then Dennis' hand was at his belt, pulling down the fly. Mac averted his eyes, the sudden change in mood giving him whiplash. It felt wrong to look at another man's soft dick. Voyeuristic, almost.

Hard fingers closed around his jaw and wrenched his face back up, past Dennis' dick and to his eyes, which flashed with anger. "Look at me while I piss on you." He said, cold and dangerous.

"In," Mac breathed before the stream hit. He sputtered for a second, hot piss spilling down his face and chest.

Dennis' hand moved to his hair and held him still while he aimed into Mac's mouth.

A pathetic whine crawled up Mac's throat. He closed his eyes, unable to stand the intensity, until Dennis tugged sharply.

"Look at me," he hissed, "while I use you. This is what you wanted, right?"

Mac whined again, eyelids fluttering. Swallowing with his mouth open was hard and he forced himself to breathe between the swallows.

"So good for me, baby boy." Dennis muttered. "So good for your Golden God." He moved closer as the stream waned, moving his dick almost to Mac's lips.

He could dart out his tongue if he wanted, taste the head of Dennis' cock, close his lips around the shaft and suck the warm flesh until the man drove down his throat. He didn't dare.

Then the stream finished and Mac flinched as Dennis shook off in his face, whiskey-soft dick grazing his mouth. The hand in his hair loosened, stroked across his scalp, and Mac sagged against his hands.

Dennis let him until he got close to his leg, then stepped back. "Ugh Mac! These jeans are dry-clean only." He let him go and walked to the sink.

"Sorry Den," Mac murmured. He stayed on the cold tiles, eyes slipping closed as he listened to Dennis wash his hands. He felt a little high and wondered if Dennis had been smoking without him, if it could be passed that way in the first place. Probably not. After a few seconds, his knees began to complain and he lifted himself with a groan.

Dennis glanced at him in the mirror and shut the water off with a smirk. "You good?"

"Yeah. Thanks, man."

Dennis nodded slowly, clearly satisfied with his work, then turned away. "Anytime, baby." The door's slam punctuated his words.

Anytime. Mac would hold him to that.