Urial hung in the wall pouting. His brothers and father hadn't turned him into a urinal. It had been the creepy old house. But how? Occasionally, he would hear people walk by, but no one came in. He looked down at his birthday cake and wondered what it would taste like? It was pink, maybe bubblegum? No, it would probably taste antiseptic. He wriggled his nose beneath the tile. The steel hoses hurt more than the rubber ones, and now everything seemed to smell metallic.
The sunset. He could hear water running. He felt the whoosh in his drain pipes as stuff from other toilets and urinals, showers and sinks drained. Why hadn't he noticed before. He had been happy to be used less by his family. Now they turned the place into a b and b. Now a parade of strangers would be using him.
Grey morning light streamed in the bathroom window. A sports car roared up the drive
"Crap, Mark, they're early! Shake a leg!" Shouted Ashley.
"Yes'm, we weren't expecting you until 4pm.Mark is getting your room ready. Uh, oh, rest room at the top of the stairs on the right."
" Thanks, " said a female voice. High heels echoed on the stairs.
The lights flickered on. Trial thought the lady in the broad hat and downright dress looked familiar. The dark sunglasses seemed odds early in the day. She turned the knob to lock the door, and sighed.
She said, "At least they have a urinal."
That voice. She's that celebrity. Uh, she was in horror films and had a reality tv show. What is her name?
She sauntered over to the urinal, and hiked up her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties.
Urial's eyes widened. Not salty liquid blasted into the trough as she straddled the unisex urinal.
The lock rattled, and the door opened as she finished.
He closed the door and threw the bolt and latched it. She flushed. Urial gagged, his birthday urinal cake tasted both tropical and antiseptic, like a margarita made with coconut and bleach.
"Darling," he said lifting her on to the urinal as if it were a chair, and pulling his hard coc k out of his leather slacks.
Muffled grunts, moans and kisses followed. Urial only could feel and see her back. She moaned, he pulled out shooting his load between her legs and into the urinal.
"Paolo, maybe or room is ready. A bed would be more comfortable."
They straightened their clothes and left.
Hey, flush already, shrieked Uriel silently. He stated down at the white load in his trough.