What caught Tyler’s eye when he entered the bathroom was a yellow jockstrap hanging over the faucet of the sink, hung there to dry out.
When he saw it the pressure in his bladder subsided enough for his sense of smell to finally register another clue of what his customer normally kept hidden at all costs. The air had more than a faint trace of dry urine - the acrid, yet fresh scent that competed with the oud-scented diffuser on the curated shelf above the toilet.
Tyler stepped closer to the recently worn, recently soaked fabric with widened eyes as his cock started to engorge. He reached out for it tentatively but when his fingers felt the mild dampness they were powerless to resist grabbing the jockstrap that had been hung to dry and bringing it to his nose.
The tingle in his nostrils from a deep inhale that sent a pulse to his cock confirmed what Tyler’s conscience was doing the math on - Daniel was a fellow piss pig.
Who knew they would have something like that in common? What other kinks might the two men with a such a strong dichotomy share?
If it wasn’t for painful pressure in his bladder, Tyler’s oversized meat would have been fully engorged. He fought the urgency of release as he weighed the pros and cons of whether or not to make a move.
He knew he could absolutely be misreading the telltale signs of his client’s fetish and jeopardize a consistent source of revenue for his company. Acknowledging a customer's secret could be bad for business, not to mention never getting the much-needed, generous tip. Or worse - being potentially fired from his only source of steady income.
He had certainly found the taller man attractive, especially in his casual demeanor on that sunny day. He seemed so bland, so vanilla, though, Tyler hadn't thought about making a move like he usually did. Flirting came so naturally to him and was hard to resist around someone he found attractive.
But maybe Daniel was flirting? Maybe the friendly banter, the stares, the invitation to stay for the beers were intentional.
Tyler's filthy, one-track mind was reeling.
Was this yellow, piss-soaked jock strap left out on purpose? Did Daniel offer him drinks in the hopes of getting Tyler tanked up?
Nothing got Tyler more turned on than a stud that flagged yellow in any way and it usually meant there were other raunchy activities in store.
He didn’t know what position Daniel took when it came to wet play - he didn’t care if it was the owner's or had been drenched recently in another man's, or men's, golden stream.
What was making his cock rigid (or as rigid as his desperation to piss would allow) was the flooding thoughts of dominating the handsome, put-together, well-off man. Ordering men of Daniel's stature and status was one of the scruffy, rough hipster's favorite pass time. Tyler was horny as fuck and it was getting out of control. The thought of the handsome taller man on his knees, showering in Tyler's strong golden stream, or better yet, drinking it right from his massive hose, was not helping the situation.
He couldn't let this opportunity go to waste even if he was the one getting hosed down.
Any blood in Tyler’s brain that could have helped him make a sensible decision was reallocated between his legs, inflating his giant meat. If he wasn’t so lost sniffing and tasting the rank, urine-soaked pouch he might have seen the other items from Daniel’s wild night of secret indulgence. Items that would confirm his suspicion of the polite man that had the upper hand in height, build, stature, and wealth. The man that was suddenly incredibly sexy.
“Fuck it,” he muttered, Daniel was too hot not to take a chance.
Tyler reached for the door with the found object in his hand, disregarding any potential risk.
"Hey Danny," he asked, startling Daniel.
The few words exchanged in confusion were a blur for the host when he realized what his guest had suggested.
Time came to a screeching halt for Daniel as he stood mortified, staring at Tyler who stood in the door frame to his guest bathroom with Daniel's shame dangling from the relative stranger's finger.
How could he have been so stupid? How could he have forgotten that there was evidence of the depraved desires he so rarely allowed himself to act on?
His chest felt tight and the rapid beating of his chest made his entire body pulse as sweat formed at his brow and trickled down his spine. He could hear the thick thumping of his heart in his ears as the memory of last night's forbidden escapade flashed in his mind.
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