I think it was safe to say I had created a monster. I'd been blowing Jason for a few months. He was a young married guy I knew at work that fed me his dick one night after an office party. Typical straight guy not getting blown at home. He was pretty chill, not at all aggressive, just super appreciative of the service. I'd blow him a few times a week at work - storage rooms, cleaning closet, private conference rooms - wherever we could find a place where we wouldn't get busted. One hot Friday afternoon Jason sent me a teams message asking if I'm meet him in A1, a nickname we had given the largest bathroom stall and clear code that he wanted head. I quickly replied and headed to the men's room where I found Jason eager and ready to go. I sucked him hard and fast that afternoon and welcomed the huge load he had stored up - he obviously needed to cum.
As soon as he was done he stepped to the side, a bit closer to the toilet, aimed his dick and began to piss. I was still on my knees, admiring his wet cock and golden stream of piss. I took a finger and stuck it in his stream and then moved it to my mouth, licking the drops of piss from my finger. Jason was a bit surprised but I did it again, and then again, and then again. His smile grew each time I did it. I did it a few more times before he was done. I licked the tip of his cock, savoring a last drop or two of his piss before he zipped up and headed back to his desk.
About a week later we were at work again. I blew Jason in the same bathroom stall just as I had done dozens of times before. About an hour later, I returned to my desk after a meeting and found my water bottle on my desk in a different spot, not where I always leave it. I picked it up and found a note under it. 'Drink up - J'. I unscrewed the top, not knowing what I would find but instantly knew what was inside. It was piss...and it had to be from Jason. I turned to see Jason at his cube, watching intently as I moved the bottle to my mouth, taking a full mouthful of his piss. His smile appeared on his face again as I took another drink, and then another, with him watching me the entire time. I heard a notification on my computer and saw a Teams message from Jason. "Enjoying that?" he typed. "Very much" I replied. I recapped the bottle, not wanting to drink it all so quickly. I'd return to that bottle several times through the day.
The next day it was the same. I came back from a meeting and found my bottle filled once again. Some days it was once, some days twice, some days more. He seemed to enjoy feeding me his piss as much as he enjoyed feeding me his cum. Either way, I was always happy to take what he gave me. Directly in my mouth or in my bottle. As long as I got every drop.