Stall 5 (ch.2)
#2 of Stall 5
Stall 5 9:13am
Maki counted the bills as they were fed into his machine one after another.
One ten-dollar bill.
Two ten-dollar bills.
Three ten-dollar bills.
Maki gulped, hoping that this new customer was just getting rid of his extra ten's on his way towards an even fifty. Fifties he could handle. Fifties were no problem.
It was forties Maki didn't like.
The fourth ten-dollar bill made it's way through the pay machine in the wall. It wasn't followed by a fifth. Maki sighed wearily, ducking his head and tugging off his shirt.
He had put it on the bronze placard solely as a means of roping in the tourist crowd: the Joe Blows who came in to use the facilities for the facilities. It was kind of a gag offer that, unfortunately, people sometimes took him up on.
What if a stall-goer weren't particularly horny but still wanted an interesting story to chuckle over? A spur-of-the-moment act of depravity that they could fondly reflect upon for the rest of their lives? They'd see it offered on his wall, would consider it, wondering if it was something they could even go through with. And, in some cases, they'd reach into their billfolds and fish out forty dollars that would otherwise have walked right back out the bathroom to be spent on snacks or commemorative t-Shirts in a gift shop somewhere.
The way Maki saw it, having that particular option on his list of services was just good business.
Still, the monkey thought with a gulp. It's fucking gross.
The port mechanism ratcheted around mechanically, coming to rest on the medium-sized hole his patron had selected. The viewing curtain slid open, letting in light around a pair of large brown eyes. They were rimmed from lack of sleep and set deep in a dark gray mask. Maki was still trying to shimmy out of his jeans and underwear when a short, flaccid sheath and a pair of fuzzy balls entered through the gloryhole.
Guided by a raccoon's dark-gray paw, the dick shook itself in Maki's general direction. When Maki didn't respond to it's advances right away (he was still hopping on one leg, trying to get his pants off without removing his shoe) the guiding hand wiggled the plump little sheath around a bit, as if dangling a worm for a fish to gobble up. The dark eyes on the other side of the glass glinted mischievously.
Suddenly the sheath began dribbling fluid onto the floor.
It sprang to life.
It sprayed Maki in the face with bright yellow piss.
"Wwww-ffffffkkkkkk!!" Maki sputtered as the raccoon in the other booth took careful aim through the viewing port, tilting his dick back so that the arch continued to splatter the monkey's face no matter which way he turned. Maki coughed and gulped for air as he allowed the foul-smelling liquid to paint his face. He closed his eyes, turning his cheek to the hot stream. It splashed over his chest, up his shoulder, down his skinny waist, soaking into his fur as it went.
Apparently growing bored with urinating on another man's junk, the pervert raccoon on the other side reared his trouser snake again, returning the golden arch back to Maki's face.
"Open up, slut!"
Maki coughed and sputtered, trying to breathe out without inhaling any of the urine he was being doused with. The coon's piss was the same color as that artificial butter you put on your popcorn at the movies. Judging from the smell, Maki was willing to bet it didn't taste anywhere near as good.
"Open your mouth, Maki," his patron growled, directing the stream at the young monkey's nostrils. "I paid my forty bucks."
The john knew his name, and Maki thought he recognized the voice. After a moment's further hesitation, he opened his mouth, dropping to his knees and shuffling towards the spraying cock on all fours, catching the stream in his mouth as he went.
"Yeah... that's it," grunted the raccoon, muffled slightly by the glass screen dividing them. "Swallow. Swallow it you slut."
Maki closed his lips around the pissing cock, letting it blast the back of his throat like an open fire hydrant. Piss filled his mouth, pluming his cheeks. Piss dripped into his eyes. His stomach churned.
"SWALLOW!" shouted the man through the glass, eyes narrowing down at him. And Maki obeyed.
For those who don't know, urine tastes like salt. Salt and musk and gym socks and more salt, with month-old flat soda and a generous heaping of ammonia thrown in for good measure. It tastes exactly like how it smells. It's bitter, has an aftertaste that never fully leaves your mouth no matter how much you brush your teeth, and to top it all off, it's warm.
It's the warmness of it - the fact that it just left its storage in a living, breathing body - that's the most disgusting aspect of all. The fact that it's scalding the back of your throat and blistering your gullet because it's the same body temperature as it's owner.
Gulp after gulp, Maki forced the vulgar stream down. Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp. When he needed to, Maki pulled off the spraying dick long enough to breathe fresh air, stooping his head and letting the golden arch paint his forehead and back as he coughed and wheezed.
And he gagged. Maki gagged openly, freely, and loudly. Because piss is fucking gross.
Thankfully the golden arch was beginning to fizzle out. The torrent was subsiding, Maki realized with relief.
"Get the rest of it," growled the coon behind the glass window, squeezing his flaccid sheath, drawing it closer to Maki. "Suck it clean."
Maki returned his mouth to the raccoon's sheath, making no move to actually suck it as he allowed the customer to finish his business. Maki knew this customer. He'd serviced him before. Although the coon wasn't quite what you'd call a 'regular', Maki kept careful track of repeat business and knew what the man wanted. The monkey allowed his cheeks to fill one final time.
"Good boy," purred the coon as Maki rose off his knees. "Good boy."
When he got eye-level with the viewing screen, Maki opened his maw, showing off the mouthful of scalding-hot urine he had collected. The coon's eyes smiled devilishly.
"Swallow it," the coon commanded.
Maki closed his mouth, wrenched his eyes shut. GULP!
"Good boy," the coon's fangs bared behind the viewing port. "VERY good boy."
The dick disappeared. Maki heard a zipping noise from Stall 4. The curtain ratcheted closed. Stall 4 opened, and his customer made his way down the cracked tiles and out the door.
Maki waited until he was gone. Once he heard the door swing shut, he threw open the toilet lid. He began to wretch. He puked up the piss.
Because piss is fucking gross.