I told you in my previous story how my partner Jane beautifully soaked our friend Pete and me whilst he was visiting us on holiday. The story has an interesting - and for me surprising - twist.
The following evening Jane had to go into work for a couple of hours, so Pete and I got stuck into the booze while we awaited her return. Conversation soon got round to the previous eveningīs activities. He told me how much heīd enjoyed having her pee on him, and asked me how long Iīd been into getting peed on. I admitted Jane wasnīt the first to do this to me, but admitted Iīd loved being on the receiving end of golden showers for some time. I donīt know why I said what I did next, but it must have been down to the drink.
"Itīs only ever happened with women, though."
There was a long silence. Then he said quietly, "Iīm bursting for a piss right now."
He was looking at me intently, a smile playing around his lips. As the realisation of his unspoken suggestion hit me, I felt an electric shock run through me. Again, for a long moment neither of us said anything. Would I actually be prepared to let him do it to me? Getting peed on was such a fun thing to have done, but is it a sexual or sensual experience? All I know was that at that moment I was so very excited by the prospect. I looked him in the eyes and smiled broadly.
"Letīs get undressed and into the shower," I said.
We almost ripped off our clothes and headed for the bathroom. He commented on the fact that Iīd already got a huge erection, but by now I was not at all embarrassed at him seeing it. I got into the shower and quickly knelt down. He stood before me, holding his still fairly limp cock just inches from my face.
"You know what Iīm going to do to you now, donīt you ****?" he said, aware of how much being called by my surname turned me on in sex situations where I was to take the "sub" role.
I laughed. "I think Iīm going to get very wet," I replied, taking my gaze momentarily off his circumcised dick and looking up at him. I was so excited, stroking myself in nervous anticipation, by the realisation that for the first time ever I was going to get peed on by a man.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, laughing.
"Just wet me, Pete. PLEASE."
I tipped my head back in readiness. A second later a deluge of pee hit me in the face and when my head was drenched I thrilled to take his golden flow into my mouth.
"Thatīs right, ****, drink it!" he ordered me.
I began to do just that, and it seemed totally natural to let him push his prick into my mouth and swallow his pee as the copious flow eventually began to abate. I sucked him dry as I realised he was finally getting hard in my mouth. The sensible thing right then would have been to pull away, briefly admire his erect, purple-helmeted cock from close quarters, shower and end the occasion. After all, I wasnīt even "bi", was I?
But I didnīt. I was SO turned on that I continued to suck him.
"You realise whatīll happen if you carry on doing that," he was gasping, obviously enjoying my attentions.
Yes, I did, and I suddenly realised, almost in disbelief, that I WANTED to take him "all the way". So my response to him was to put my hands on his buttocks and pull him deeper into my mouth. And so it was that a few minutes later I heard him groan "Oh, f***ing hell, ****, Iīm coming!" and as I felt his swollen knob begin to throb I got my first ever experience of taking another manīs cum down my throat. Iīm proud to say I managed to swallow it all, every last drop of his spunk. And to my amazement I realised Iīd enjoyed the experience tremendously.
How was I going to explain THIS turn of events to Jane?
As if!!!