New friend needed to pee: Chapter 1

by trybiman

Helping a friend lead to night of discoveries for both of us.

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The Rangers had just won a stressful playoff game and would be moving on to the semi-finals the following week. Seeing as how the local boys hadn't made even a short playoff run for a long time, the overall feeling in the room was one of elation, so nobody was ready for that night to end. We decided to head to the local bar to continue the celebration for a little longer.

 

The Graduate was an interesting location. It was a fairly old spot, pretty dark, and almost run-down looking from the outside. Contrast that with the vibe inside which was energetic and free, for lack of a better word. It was our hidden little gem that we liked to go to when the mood was right, and that was one of those nights. It also didn't hurt that it was less than a block from my house.

 

We thought we had hit the jackpot and were lucky enough to find a table right away but someone swooped in and got it before we got the chance to head over. Resigned to our fate we settled for plan be, which involved heading to the bar and grabbing a few drinks in hopes that it would be a short wait for someone else to vacate their table.

 

It was fairly crowded by the bar so we paid for our drinks and started to stroll around and take in the scene. After a short lap around the dance floor, John shared that he needed to hit the restroom.

 

"Cool. I'll go too."

 

As I turned the doorknob and pushed open the door I joked, "We might as well share the bathroom. I'm going to have to give you a hand anyway since you just had to have a big beer for each hand."

 

We both laughed as he strolled over to take his turn. I laughed at him as he struggled to try to unzip and free himself while still holding his beers, trying not to spill them, "Shit, I'm about to piss myself here."

 

I laughed but I could also tell he was actually struggling. "Alright, just hold on for a second." I walked over toward him, "We don't have all night ya know."

 

He shifted and turned slightly toward me, but I totally misread the room. Instead of doing the sensible thing and taking his drinks, I reached to unzip his pants and fish out his cock to point it at the toilet.

 

"Okay, get 'er done man."

 

John was a little in shock but he turned to better take aim, "Uh, okay then." It was then that I noticed him lowering the drinks back into a more comfortable position and realized he had meant to hand them to me.

 

As I felt the piss flow from his cock I felt like smacking myself. "Dude, I don't know what I was thinking there."

 

He just laughed, "No big deal man. I appreciate the help though."

 

To pass the awkward time I focused on what I was doing. I just stared at the flow as it poured from his cock, a cock that I just noticed was decent size, with a swollen head. I stood there staring, pretending to concentrate on the task at hand, thankful when the stream dwindled and finally stopped.

 

I made sure to shake him off and then adjusted my hand to slip the warm penis back in his pants. I was just starting to take hold again when a small squirt shot out, followed by another. It wasn't a lot but it was enough to get my fingers pretty wet.

 

"Oh shit. Sorry man. That always happens. I didn't even think to say something."

 

"It's alright. Not your fault. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm pretty sure that's how we all finish off." I shook him off again and then tucked him back away and zipped up.

 

"Okay, my turn." He moved and then I stepped up to the toilet, making sure to unzip and pull myself out with my one dry hand. I didn't want to be getting John's pee on my clothes.

 

As you would expect, my turn was uneventful. The problem came when I had shaken off and needed to get all situated back in my pants. I needed a hand to manage my pants so I could hold them open and put my package away with the other. The choices were to either hold my pants with my wet hand or hold my penis with that same wet hand.

 

Absent-mindedly, I shook it a little as if to help dry it off and then brought it to my mouth. I moved my hand to my mouth, quickly licking off my fingers, as if I were cleaning them of bbq sauce or something. It wasn't until I had finished that I realized what I had just done. I tore them from my mouth in shock and then reached down to situate myself, after wiping what I hoped was just a little saliva onto my pant leg.

 

My only hope was that John hadn't seen what I had done. As I was preparing to tuck myself back into my pants I glanced over and, although I had my suspicions that he saw, I couldn't say for sure because his eyes were focused below my waist. The idea of him gazing at my bare cock was causing me to stir so I quickly stuffed myself back into my pants so we could go.

 

I was standing there at the sink, washing my hands, with that odd taste in my mouth, having just held the cock of a guy that I hadn't even known for very long, and then had him staring at mine a few moments later. My thoughts were racing but I did my best to keep it cool. "Alright. Let's go see if the guys have managed to swipe a table yet."

 

We were out of luck, so we found the guys near the bar on the edge of the makeshift dance floor. John and I joined the small group and we all just chatted, sipped on our drinks, and people watched.

 

Nobody wanted to complain about just standing around, but eventually John was the first one to cave, "Dude, I'm so annoyed that we couldn't get a spot tonight. My legs are killing me."

 

"Same, man. I'd be alright heading out and parking it on the couch in front of the tv. Anyone else?"

 

John and I had been pretty casual in our people watching, but it was clear the other guys were on the prowl. I was pretty sure they weren't going to want to head out yet. My suspicions were confirmed when they just kind of mumbled and shook their heads.

 

"Alright, we'll see you guys later."

 

That too was just met with a nod of the head. We put our empty glasses at the end of the bar and weaved our way to the door and out to start the short walk home. John and I jumped around from topic to topic, not superficial but not really getting too deep into most subjects either.

 

You can learn a good amount about people without really in-depth conversations if you pay attention. From our meandering conversation the one thing I could tell was that John would be a good addition to the group if he started hanging out more often. We were still talking away when we got back to my place and made our way to plop down on the couch and watch the tv, but not before I filled up a couple of glasses of water, hoping to make for a more enjoyable morning.

 

I turned the channel on to some random movie, but we just kept talking and didn't really pay it much attention. We continued working our way through more conversation topics but it seemed like each one was lasting a bit longer as we explored them a little deeper. Clearly we were getting more comfortable.

 

At one point there was a short pause and John jumped in before we picked up again, "Hold up man. Let's take a quick break. I really gotta pee."

 

"Cool. You know where it is."

 

"I do. Back in a sec," and he got up to start to cross the room.

 

I think I must have been losing my mind when I spoke up, "Hold up. Let me give you a hand again. I'm a little embarrassed about my aim last time."

 

He just shrugged and casually replied, "if you insist." But I could have sworn I got a glimpse of a little smirk as he was turning to go.

 

"Can't have you walking around telling people I'm all careless in the bathroom ya know."

 

I followed him into the bathroom, still a little surprised at what I was doing, but what did it really matter. He got over to the toilet and got his pants unbuttoned and unzipped but I stopped him there and took over, "I got this. You just relax."

 

We both chuckled a little but he did settle a little more. I reached in and pulled his penis from his underwear for the second time of the night and, if we're counting, my second time ever touching another penis in my life. I took aim with my left hand. At that point we were standing almost side by side when I gave him the green light, "fire away."

 

Just before he started I thought I noticed something. I couldn't say for sure but it sure seemed like he was a little bigger than earlier. He seemed to be filling my hand a little more than at the bar. I didn't have long to think about it though because once more a warm stream shot out. I knew it was coming but it still startled me anyway.

 

I aimed a little too high and the flow was surely going to overshoot and make a mess. I really didn't want that to happen so I leapt into action. Unfortunately, my brain short-circuited and I panicked. Rather than just aiming down I reached out with my other hand to deflect the flow down into the toilet.

 

Suddenly I felt the blast hit the palm of my right hand and run down my fingers. It was an odd sensation. It was warm and seemed almost soft in comparison to how a stream of water would have been in the same situation.

 

Maybe it was the warmth, or maybe it was the different fluid. Either way, I didn't take my hand away. I did aim more toward the middle of the bowl but I kept my hand in line and even cupped it like a spoon, letting the warm pee pool in my hand until it overflowed and dripped into the bowl.

 

I stood there in my bathroom with John's definitely thicker fleshy hose in one hand while he peed into my other. I was mesmerized by the experience. It was partially the site, but more so the warmth in both of my hands. The temperature of each was about the same, but so different at the same time.

 

Most of my body was frozen in place, as I poured John's warm piss into my hand. I bent forward slightly so I could reach further. I poured the pee into the toilet, then lowered my hand down toward the water in the bowl so the warm fluid could hit my arm closer to the bend of my elbow. Most of it ran down the inside of my arm into my once again cupped hand, but it also flowed around to the sides of my arm, some even trickling around to the back of my wrist.

 

To say I was shocked would not be entirely true. Maybe when it hit me later on, but not in that moment. I was enjoying what was happening too much to think about anything else. There was a small part of my brain that was still accepting other inputs.

 

With that limited brain power I noticed that John's penis had definitely grown more in my hand. Rather than being understandably confused at the site, he actually seemed to be involuntarily showing some excitement. I glanced toward my left hand very quickly before looking up at John. It was short, but enough time to confirm that he had in fact thickened in my grasp, and there was more flesh poking out the open ring made by my thumb and fingers.

 

I looked anxiously at him, nervousness on my face. He met my gaze with a smile but there was something else there as well.

 

Satisfied that things were okay I turned my attention back to my arm and the diminishing stream pouring down it. As the flow came to a trickle, John inched forward to help aim, to continue bathing my arm and filling my hand. As it dwindled I raised my hand to make sure the last of it made it into my impromptu bowl. I held still until the last squirts shot out before shaking him off.

 

Unlike last time, I didn't immediately move to put his thickened penis back away. I just held it in my hand as I bent down and lifted my other toward me, as if I was looking at a prize discovery in my hand. We've all seen pee before, mixed in the water, flowing to the ground behind a tree, but the sight of it in my hand was different. It was golden in color, and it felt different from anything else too. It was body-temperature so it almost didn't feel real.

 

I didn't need to get any closer to see but I continued moving anyway. I did my best to just let my body move on autopilot, aware of what was happening but also not. I didn't stop until my mouth plunged into the pool in my hand.

 

The liquid gold was warm against my lips. I was loving it and I couldn't get enough so I opened my mouth and lapped at it, bathing my tongue in the puddle, until finally I started to drink. I'm not sure but I must have slurped some before I tipped my hand to pour it into my mouth, holding it there before swallowing down. Not wanting to waste any, I licked my hand clean before following up with my fingers.

 

Finally I stood to face John, standing there with his cock still firmly in my hand, my forearm soaked in piss, wetness all around my mouth. It was then that I noticed that he had swelled even more and was hard in my hand. Any concerns that I had about how he would react drifted away. He seemed to really like where things had gone.

 

I took my left hand from his cock and brought my right back to my face. I slowly started to clean the back of my hand and the parts of my arm that I could reach, all the while looking into his face, waiting to see what was going to come next. He smirked as he awkwardly tried to tuck himself back into his pants, the task much more difficult due to the stiffness of his rod.

 

"Having a tough time with that?", was all I had to say as I turned to flush the toilet and then rinse off the rest of my arm and hands, and get a couple splashes of water on my face.

 

He finally got himself tucked away. After drying off my hands and face we walked back to the living room, both trying to act like nothing unusual had just happened. I grabbed us both some water before we took our seats on the couch again. Conversation was a little superficial at first, as we tried to move past what had just happened, but then we loosened up again.

 

I'm not sure how he felt about it, but I was definitely conflicted. On the one hand, I was embarrassed about having just done that in front of someone I hardly knew. Nobody even talks about that kind of stuff unless it's when talking about some depraved fetishism, and I just felt and tasted John's piss like it was nothing.

 

On the other hand, I had really enjoyed feeling his warm stream on my skin, against my lips, and on my tongue. I wouldn't say it was a good taste, but it was definitely enjoyable nonetheless. I had only ever had momentary curious thoughts about men but I never felt any desire stem from them.

 

I just went from basically nothing, to holding a cock in my hand while it hardened while I bathed my arm in its piss, to drinking that same warm liquid down, all in a short couple of minutes. I suppose I could be allowed a few moments of conflict.

 

Fortunately the topics were pretty light while we got settled again because my mind was all over the place. In a short period of time I had basically come to terms with what I had done, but I still had no idea what John really thought about it. It's one thing for the little head to get carried away in the moment. Lord knows, it's happened to all of us at some of the worst times. But, how he felt about my actions could be completely different. I suppose the fact that he was still sitting there on my couch was an indication that he was at least okay with things.

 

I had barely taken a few sips of my water when I noticed that John was looking at his empty glass, "Damn, I'm really thirsty." He quickly stood up, "Water on the door of the fridge?"

 

"Yep. Help yourself. Ice too if you want some."

 

"Nah. I'm good with just chilled."

 

He filled his glass halfway, drank it down, and then re-filled it before walking back and sitting back on the couch.

 

We found a better movie but a lot of the time was still spent just talking about different stuff, nothing earth-shattering or anything, but we talked a lot. Girls, school, work, football, hobbies, you name it. No politics or religion though, and nothing too juicy either.

 

We hit a commercial break and I got up, "I'm going to put some sweats on. I've had enough of the jeans. Be right back."

 

"Good timing, I could use another potty break. All the water is going right through me."

 

I changed quickly and started back. In the hallway I noticed that he had left the bathroom door open and I could hear him peeing. I decided, "why not", and walked in to ask him something, really just an excuse because I wanted to watch him finish up.

 

He saw me walk in but it didn't seem to concern him. His stream seemed to be going fairly strong but, to my surprise, it stopped pretty quickly. He shook off some and then looked at me, then nodded toward the cock in his hand, "You want these last drops?"

 

I hoped that I didn't look too eager as I approached, not entirely sure how I was going to go about it. I'm going to do my best to justify my method, but I'm pretty sure it's bs. Not wanting to waste those last drops by transferring them from his tip to my fingers and then to my mouth I decided I'd get a quick drip from the source.

 

John was all for it. As I started to lower to my knees to get under the tip he turned and pointed his tip a little down for me. I opened up wide enough and just below his tip, ready to catch the last few drops to somewhat satisfy my newfound urges.

 

Rather than the faint taste of a few drops, I was met with a warm stream pouring into my mouth instead. It wasn't coming full-force but it was definitely more than one of those final squirts we all get.

 

John must have cut himself off early when he saw me, saving some to see what might happen. I definitely wasn't upset about it. I gulped it down as it poured out, trying to swallow without closing my mouth and getting covered, only slowing when the flow slowed as well. I closed my mouth and let the last bit puddle in my mouth and held it there, savoring all of the sensations, before swallowing it down.

 

Unfortunately, I wasn't fully successful in my attempts to keep the flow contained. Some of it splashed against my lips and chin, and ran down my neck. Oddly, it was even more erotic to me. Not one to leave a job part way done, I did what any reasonable person would do. I leaned forward and took the tip of his cock into my mouth and thoroughly sucked until any remaining drops were gone, finally content with a job well done.

 

It was then that I noticed that John's cock had grown again. I decided to take a little control back so I did my best to tuck his now clean manhood back into his pants and force him to walk back to the living room with another erection straining against its tight denim confines. I have to admit I enjoyed seeing him squirm a little as he walked and some more as he took a seat and attempted to get comfortable.

 

It seemed as if we were both getting a kick out of the situation. Again, I filled his glass and took a seat. It wasn't lost on me that my neck and the collar of my shirt were both a little damp. I wiped what little I could from my neck and licked my fingers before I said anything, "Looks like you're a little squirmy there. You okay?"

 

"It's fine. I'll settle down in a few minutes. Sorry about the shirt. I imagine you weren't prepared for the surprise, but at least it was just the tail end."

 

Airing things out right away seemed much better than pretending nothing happened like last time, "No worries. I could probably take some of the blame, but in my defense I don't really have experience with those kinds of things."

 

"Fair enough. In that case, I think you did a really good job."

 

"I've never even thought of doing anything like that. I kind of lost my mind back at the bar. Ever since then it's been a fun night of discovery." I winked at him as I finished, "Drink up."

 

He smiled, "Will do. Gotta stay hydrated."

 

I was interested to hear more about his tastes and experiences, but I also wanted to keep some of the mystery. It was fun coming across new things along the way. I did have one question before shifting back to more mundane topics. "Was that the first time you've done anything like that?"

 

"I had an old girlfriend that wanted to get a little wet and wild once. We only ever did it the one time while we were still together. I don't think she liked it as much as she thought she would, so it was over pretty quick, before it really got started to be honest."

 

"Interesting. I've never had the topic come up even in passing, let alone with someone I was dating. Pretty cool to have an open-minded girlfriend."

 

"Yeah, but she was also interested in opening up other things as well, like our relationship. Unfortunately, she thought it would be a good idea to open the relationship without talking to me about it first. I say open up, but what I really mean is the bitch cheated on me, and that was the end of that."

 

"So, what are your feelings on monogamy? Assuming it was discussed ahead of time."

 

"I believe in being committed fully to the person you are with if that's what both people want, but I also understand that some people have certain desires that can't necessarily be fulfilled with one person."

 

"I've never even thought about that. It totally makes sense if you don't think about it too much. I'm sure plenty of people would argue the other side very enthusiastically, but you can't please everyone I suppose."

 

I didn't feel it was necessary to ask him if he was bisexual at that moment. I figured if I was meant to know then it would come up on its own.

 

"Some people argue against anything that doesn't fit their little view of the world. I think everyone should just shut the fuck up if they don't agree with something that isn't hurting anyone and has no bearing on their life."

 

"Amen! I completely agree with you there."

 

"Look, 'The 5th Element' is on. I've seen this so many teams, but I can never seem to pass it up when it comes on. You down? I know it's getting late."

 

"Heck yea. Love this movie."

 

We watched for a while, conversations again meandering around a number of topics. We even hit some that we had already talked about, but got more in depth with our opinions the second time around. I suppose the ice had thoroughly been broken and we were more free to speak our minds. It made for even more interesting discussions for sure.

 

By the time the movie hit the half-way point John was starting to fidget in his seat, looking a little less comfortable.

 

"You're kind of antsy over there. I'm guessing all that water is looking for release?"

 

"You could say that."

 

"Then we should take care of that, don't you think?" I put what I hoped was obvious emphasis on the 'we'.

 

He hopped up quickly. "I agree."

 

Once again I followed him into the bathroom. He didn't even make an attempt to reach for his pants this time. He just stood in front of the toilet and waited. I approached, kneeled down a little off to the side facing toward him so I could easily access his pants, then unfurled his hose again.

 

I didn't even try to hide my intentions this time. I aimed him over the bowl but my hand was already cupped in place to catch the flow before it even went 6 inches. A familiar jolt of excitement hit me as his liquid splashed into my hand. Once it started to overflow I squeezed his shaft, encouraging him to try to stem the flow. I'm sure it was uncomfortable but he didn't disappoint.

 

I leaned over the bowl and lifted my hand to my mouth before tipping my head back and pouring the hot, golden fluid into my mouth. It poured in quickly and plenty escaped from either side of my mouth, bathing my neck in its warmth as it ran down and soaked into the collar and top of my shirt.

 

After swallowing I grabbed at the collar and cursed, "Damnit." I wasn't actually upset, but it made for a good excuse to pull my shirt off before continuing on.

 

I only took my hand away for a quick moment while removing my shirt and then grabbed him again. I didn't aim him back toward the toilet again though. Instead, I pointed his shaft toward my mouth and gave it a little shake, a signal that John could continue.

 

And continue he did. The stream came stronger than it had all night, flooding my mouth with the hot, liquid gold. I loved it but that wasn't all that I was looking for. I didn't hold the fleshy hose steady. I used it like a shower head, bathing myself, blasting my face, filling my mouth, finally rinsing my neck, chest, and stomach.

 

Once I was soaking in it I aimed it back to my mouth to feel the stream against my tongue and the warm fluid in my mouth before it slipped down my throat. I splashed more against my face, my neck, and my body. Then, when the flow started to dwindle once again, I took him into my mouth to suck the final drops directly from the source.

 

Like before, once he was emptied, he had already begun to grow. He swelled in my mouth and his fat head pushed deeper along my tongue.

 

That time was different though. That time I had no intention of putting him back away in an uncomfortable state. Where I had stopped before, I continued on with a new goal in mind. I was already on my knees with my mouth full, so I was going to taste everything from that fleshy tube, everything that cock had to offer.

 

It was obvious that John wasn't stopping me. He moaned as soon as I took him further into my mouth and started to suck, my new purpose obvious. I didn't have any experience but I was determined to make it a good experience for us both. I wanted him to enjoy it and I definitely wanted to taste his creamy release.

 

I must've been doing something right because when he had thickened and hardened his hands found the sides of my head. I'm sure it wasn't the best blowjob he'd had but his reactions were providing all of the encouragement I needed. His slight grip on the sides of my head combined with the subtle thrusting of his hips had me more excited than I ever would have thought I would be given what I was doing.

 

I sucked with enthusiasm, trying my best to mimic everything that I loved to be done to me. I know it's cliche to say, but it was the only thing I could think to do at the moment. I had no practice and it's not like I could stop and ask him what I should do. Thinking back, I can't remember a time when it didn't ramp up my enjoyment any time it seemed like a girl was really into pleasing me. How could I go wrong doing the same.

 

With him firm and safely in my mouth my hands were free to roam. I reached behind him and gripped his ass, then pulled him forward and moaned as I drove him deeper into my mouth until I could feel his meaty head press up against the entrance to my throat. He was pretty thick and longer than I imagined average to be, and I wasn't sure I could go any further than that, at least not yet.

 

I tried not to gag as he tapped the back of my throat over and over, and just focused on pleasuring that tasty rod that was filling my mouth. In that moment of almost single-minded focus a thought crossed my mind. I was hard as a rock, my cock straining against its confines, and I realized that I was probably enjoying the moment as much as him.

 

I didn't let the thought distract me from the task at hand. Quickly I acknowledged it and pushed it aside, comfortable with the knowledge that I was right where I wanted to be, my cock straining to break out of my pants and John's cock straining to break into my throat. You can imagine which cock was the first to succeed.

 

As John thrusted and I sucked with all I had, his cock began tapping harder and harder into the back of my mouth. I tried to do everything I could think of to loosen up and let him in, but it was not an easy task. Not only was it my first time, but John was also filling my wide open mouth with ease.

 

Still, as much as I was worried that I wouldn't be able to accommodate his size, I was equally as intent on taking more, all of the way up until I could feel his balls against my chin. He continued to pump and I kept taking more of him, little by little, the involuntary urge to push him back out of my throat lessening with each slightly deeper invasion.

 

Finally I felt the corona cross the threshold into my throat and I noticed that the resistance eased up just before it slipped back into my mouth. I pulled back until just the head was in my mouth and sucked for a moment, preparing for what was coming next. After taking a breath I pushed forward. There was a momentary pause as his swollen head met up with the tight entrance to my throat but I pushed on.

 

A little easier than before, the fat head of his cock popped and then I froze in place. It took a second for my brain to process the situation. John actually caught on before I did. It was him thrusting forward that made me realize that I was okay, incredibly full but all good.

 

Looking back, I can't tell if he pushed forward slowly or if it just seemed that way in my mind. I could feel every vein, every change in texture, as it passed through my lips, across my tongue and down my throat. I moaned around his cock when I felt his balls press against my chin. I gripped his cheeks tightly in my hands and held him deep inside for a moment before I pulled back and let him do the same.

 

I needed to catch my breath, so that time I didn't stop until he was all of the way out of my mouth. I panted as his glistening rod hung in front of me, still connected to my lips with a thick string of saliva. I unclenched my right hand from his tight ass to stroke his shining cock a few times, marveling at how slick the thick saliva was, before directing it back into my mouth.

 

I took my time sucking all around his head, teasing him before driving him back into my throat, not slowing down until he was buried to the hilt. There was no waiting anymore though. Once he bottomed out I started to rock back and forth and he resumed thrusting. It was a little awkward at first until we found a good rhythm that just barely kept his tip tightly gripped in my throat before he drove it deep.

 

John would fuck my throat for a handful of thrusts, and then he would pull back to let me catch my breath, before we continued. The room was filled with the sounds of sex...slurping, gasping and moaning, lots of moaning.

 

It wasn't long before John took control. He continued to thrust his hips but I was no longer bobbing back and forth. Instead, he held my head still and thrust in and out in a steady rhythm, bottoming out over and over, until eventually his movements became more erratic. He would thrust and hold himself pressed against my face, and then thrust a couple more times, before holding himself tight against my face again.

 

It was as his balls were pressed against my chin for the third or fourth time that I felt him throb and a warmth pour down my throat. As soon as I felt him starting to erupt I pulled back until just the fat head of his cock rested on my tongue again, not wanting any more of the prize to slip by without getting to taste it first, without getting to feel the thick cream on my tongue.

 

I sucked and bobbed in shorter movements, keeping him from entering my throat again but also keeping him from slipping from my mouth. As I sucked I resumed stroking his shaft with my hand, making sure no part of his shaft was neglected. I milked his delicious manhood and savored what I could hold in my mouth before swallowing it down.

 

I couldn't swallow as quickly as he was squirting though so eventually I had to pull off completely. I didn't get to swallow down the last squirts. Some splashed into my already full mouth, only to leak back out. Some missed entirely, painting my face and my neck, yet another experience that I found I loved.

 

As he started to settle down I closed my mouth and held his warm cream there, reveling in the taste and feel, bathing my tongue in it before slowly swallowing it down. After emptying my mouth I sucked his softening tip back in and gently milked it to make sure I took care of every last drop. I followed up by cleaning whatever bits I could get off of my face and neck before licking my fingers clean.

 

Finally, I had cleaned up everything that I could, "Yum. That was new."

 

"Really? Then you caught on quick. That was great, especially for your first time."

 

"Thanks. I aim to please ya know."

 

"I've had plenty of less than stellar blowjobs, even from supposedly experienced girls. Sometimes it takes time and focus to even be able to finish."

 

"Maybe it's because they weren't in the right frame of mind, just doing it because they felt like they should." I reached down and started to adjust my package, having just noticed my own discomfort due to the lack of room.

 

"Seems like you might have been in the right one."

 

I gripped myself before attempting to reposition, "I guess you could say that." I could feel the heat on my face and ears when I realized what I said, and what it suggested. Enjoying something and admitting you enjoyed it are two different things.

 

He extended a hand to help me up, "I'm not sure how well I can follow that up."

 

I grabbed his hand to help get back to my feet. It was then that I noticed three things. One, my knees were definitely feeling it after being down there for a while. Two, "What exactly did he mean by 'can'? Was that intentional as in, he was going to try?" And three, his cock was still in his hand and he had made no attempt to put it back away.

 

I decided to take a chance and push it a little, "I guess you never know until you try."

 

I was fully standing but he hadn't released my hand. He very clearly looked down and focused his gaze on my straining package, "Very true."

 

While he was staring I made a show of grabbing and adjusting my package again. Instead of trying for a more comfortable position, I did my best to make it stand out more obviously, "Should we get back to the movie?"

 

John finally released his grip on my hand and started to fix his pants. "Yea. That sounds good."

 

"I want to get comfortable too before I fall asleep. You going to crash here since it's so late?" It was kind of a question but really more of a statement.

 

"If you don't mind if I crash on your couch. I'd hate to have to find my way home at this point."

 

"Absolutely. I'm going to get cleaned up for bed, then we can put the movie back on."

 

I went back to my bedroom to get ready for bed. It was then that I remembered what was all over me so I took a really quick shower, brushed my teeth and stuff while he went back out to the tv room. I could hear him walk into the kitchen as I was stepping into the bathroom.

 

It didn't take me long, just a few minutes before I was back at my bedroom door. "Hey, you don't mind watching back here do you? The TV is nicer, plus I'm sure I'm going to fall asleep wherever we watch from."

 

His voice grew louder as he responded. It was clear that he was on his way toward me, "Fine with me, as long as you're okay with..."

 

I was just climbing into bed and under the sheets when he entered the room, "Sorry. I had to take a shower and didn't really feel like getting clothes on again just to go to bed."

 

"Nothing to apologize for. It's your house." With that, he walked around to the other side of the bed, ready to take a seat and continue the movie watching. He paused as he walked around the foot of the bed, his eyes scanning back and forth, unsure of what to do. To the left was a chair that I sometimes sat in to read or watch tv, to the right was the as yet unoccupied side of the bed.

 

Being the good host that I was, I tried to make the decision easier for him, "Dude, it's been a long day. Hop in, just not with those pants. They'll jack up the sheets."

 

"Great. It looks comfortable." He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

 

"Cool"

 

With that, he pulled his pants off and then folded them before placing them on the chair. Then, he climbed onto the bed, choosing to stay on top of the sheets. While he got himself adjusted I got the movie going again.

 

"Just a warning, I may fall asleep soon. For some reason, I can never manage to make it very long when I watch tv in bed."

 

"I totally get it. I've had to rewatch so many shows and movies for the same reason."

 

"Glad to hear it. Feel free to do the same. It's a big ass bed with a memory foam topper, so we won't even know there's two of us in here."

 

"You sure man? I don't want to impose or intrude on your space."

 

"Absolutely. No reason to mess up your back sleeping on the couch. Just make yourself comfortable when you start getting tired."

 

It didn't take long before we were both yawning. I was slipping in and out of sleep and didn't even notice when John eventually decided to get ready before falling asleep. He slid over off the bed to pull back the covers. I barely noticed movement over by the chair shortly before I felt the sheets being readjusted next to me. I glanced over and thought I saw a lot of bare skin but I didn't really think much about it.

 

As so often happens, I woke back up just as the movie was ending, and it looked like John was just starting to fade. He was still awake but definitely comfortable in his spot across the bed. The sheet was pulled down and I could see that he was bare at least down to his stomach. My guess was that the rest was more of the same.

 

By that time we were both pretty sleepy. I clicked around with the remote for a couple minutes to get something else turned on before I drifted back off, "I like to have something on. It helps me fall asleep. I usually just put something on that I've seen a bunch."

 

"I do that sometimes too." There was a moment of silence as I picked a movie and put the remote down. "Damnit"

 

"What's up man? You need something?"

 

"I'm just annoyed. You ever get that feeling when you're not sure but you think you might have to pee?"

 

"Yea, that's the worst, especially when you're not totally there but you don't want to get woken up later."

 

"Exactly! And then you end up getting up to take a 5 second piss because your body can't just wait until morning for a little pee."

 

"It's just one of those little pre-bed pees, but you can't sleep comfortably if you don't go. You know, I can take care of that so you don't have to get up. Win-win right? You don't have to get up and you'll also be able to get better sleep."

 

He immediately understood what I was suggesting, "You sure man?"

 

"Yea, might as well finish off the night with one more, right." I tried to say it as if it made all the sense in the world.

 

"Well, since you put it that way. Who's going to argue with being able to pee without getting up."

 

We jostled around to try to figure out a position but it was a little awkward. It was weird for him to try to pee laying down, so we tried some other positions. John knelt beside me without me moving, but that was hard for me because my neck was all twisted sideways.

 

I propped up onto the pillows behind me a little and I told him I was ready, maybe come in from the side of my mouth or something. Instead, he stays on one knee and throws a leg over to my other side but keeps on his foot instead of kneeling down all the way. He could pee straight ahead and I was no longer all twisted.

 

The weirdness of it all was not lost on me, and I'm sure he was on the same page. I was propped in the most convenient position to allow my new friend to be able to pee without getting out of bed.

 

I never in a million years would have thought I would find myself in that position, but such is life. I nodded, then opened my mouth for him to point his penis into, and he followed suit, inching forward until his tip was just outside my lips and pointed toward the back of my tongue.

 

"All set."

 

It didn't take long for the stream to blast out and into my wide open mouth. The amount of water he had consumed throughout the night had him well hydrated, so it was just a little tangy, not too strong at all. As my mouth started to fill I tried to swallow without closing.

 

It worked but it was awkward and not super efficient. To solve the problem, I closed my lips to form a nice seal with just the head of his manhood. With just the tip in, I had room but it made it a lot easier to swallow quickly and keep up with the flow. After figuring out a good method, it was easy to just drink from his cock like you would drink from a thick straw.

 

As promised, there wasn't a lot, but I realized that I could've probably handled much more without a problem. However, I was happy to not have to try at the time. At least he worked to squeeze out the last few drops and I did my part to make sure that there weren't any remaining.

 

Like the other times when he had peed with me tonight, his cock had grown some by the time he finished. I mean, who wouldn't when their cock was nestled into someone else's warm, wet mouth. But, it was slight, and didn't grow any further.

 

He pulled his penis from my mouth and moved back toward the spot that he had claimed for the night on the other side of the bed, "Ah. That was a relief, and so awesome to not have to get up. Thanks so much."

 

I slid back down so I was laying in a more natural position, no longer propped up in more of a sitting position. It wasn't lost on me that he had only made it to where he was laying just beyond my shoulder, his head resting barely on the edge of his pillow. Interesting.

 

Suddenly I felt his hand on my hip, "I feel like it would be rude to just go to sleep without a proper thank you." He inched it toward my awakening cock, which had already begun to stir as soon as the first drops flowed into my mouth.

 

I gasped when he first cupped my balls, then he softly caressed them before proceeding to circle his fingers loosely around my shaft and slowly slide them up and down. The slow tease was wonderful. I was getting hornier by the second but I wanted it to last, at least at that moment.

 

While he softly played with my shaft and balls he leaned over and started to play with my nipple. He licked and sucked gently, teasing my nipple and all around my small areola. He flicked his tongue against my erect nipple before taking it back into his mouth, this time sucking with more urgency.

 

I could feel it being pulled away from my chest as he sucked it hard into his mouth, and it felt great. My cock grew harder as he simultaneously worked two sensitive zones. He continued to suck and stroke for a little longer. I was loving the slow build, "Mmmm".

 

He lifted his mouth from my now swollen nipple, "Glad you like it."

 

When he returned to my chest, it wasn't for long. He quickly sucked my nipple again before releasing it and then dragging his lips and tongue down my chest, down my stomach, finally settling on my then aching balls.

 

He played around, kissing and licking around my balls, but he didn't stay there for long. It was clear he wanted something else, something that I badly wanted as well. Once he had covered my balls completely with his lips and tongue he slowly licked from the base of my cock, up the underside of my cock, until he reached my sensitive tip.

 

I was in heaven and he hadn't even taken the head into his mouth yet, "Ohhh," I moaned.

 

I wanted to push his head down onto my cock but I let him take things at his pace, even as urgent as I was feeling,

 

I didn't have to wait for him to suck my fleshy helmet into his mouth, just as he had so recently sucked my nipple between his lips. He licked and sucked the tip, teasing the oh so sensitive underside of my glans before lowering down further.

 

Amazingly, he only faltered for a few seconds with half of my shaft in his mouth before continuing his descent and burying my cock in his throat. I couldn't tell if he was just a quick learner or if he was more experienced than he let on, not that it was a pressing question at the moment. The more important thing was the fact that my cock was being squeezed so tightly in someone's throat for the first time ever.

 

As much as I wanted this moment to last, I knew there was no way that was going to happen. The events of the night leading up to that moment already had me on age. Then, you add my first experience with being deep throated and I was surely going to lose it in no time at all.

 

John didn't have any interest in dragging it out any longer either. He retreated up my skin pole until only an inch or so remained pressing on his tongue, took a couple deep breaths, and then plunged back down. He didn't delay anymore on either end as he bobbed his head up and down, taking me in and out of his throat over and over. The sensations alternated between the warm, soft confines of his mouth to the tight confines of his throat.

 

Over and over he bobbed, sucking with urgency and skill. I didn't want it to end but, at the same time, I was desperate for release. In the end, the desperation won out. I couldn't even try to distract my mind as I got caught up in the intense pleasure brought by John's mouth and throat.

 

I started to moan loudly and my body grew tense. John had to have known what was coming when he pulled back and held me in his mouth, sucking hard as he stroked my shaft with his hand, easily gliding up and down my saliva slicked shaft. He stroked and sucked and quickly brought me to my first orgasm of the night, one of the best that I had ever had.

 

"Oh god! Uhh. Fuck. So good."

 

John moaned around my pulsing, squirting cock, "mmmm". I could feel it as he swallowed, even as I continued to flood his mouth. I knew he wouldn't be able to keep up with my eruptions but he did his best to try.

 

Eventually, his mouth began to overflow and cum dripped down my cock to be mixed with his saliva and spread with his still stroking hand. His chin was shiny with the same creamy mixture but he didn't even notice as he worked to milk every last drop.

 

Once I stopped spirting and he finished sucking out my last drops, he took my softening shaft fully back into his mouth to clean up our mess. Satisfied with a job well down he let me flaccid cock fall from his mouth and then wiped his chin before pushing the last remnants of my cum into his mouth.

 

"Mmm. You taste so good."

 

Hearing that made my cock twitch but there was nothing further. I was fully spent and would definitely need some time to recharge before I could go again. "Tell me about it. I could drink your cream all day."

 

The thought of draining him again before going to sleep crossed my mind but he was already sinking into the pillow just to my right. I guessed it could wait. After-all, he was laying naked right next to me. I figured I could get another taste before too long. So I allowed myself to start to drift off to sleep as well, but not before sliding closer until our arms overlapped and I could feel his breath on my cheek.

 

I woke up to the sunlight leaking in around the edges of the window blinds. It was still early and I wasn't really ready to get up yet, but nature was calling so I got up to go into the bathroom to pee. I wasn't sure because I moved too quickly, but it felt as if his cock had been laying on my hand before I rolled over.

 

On my way to the bathroom I accepted my fate, the all too familiar forward lean accompanied by pushing down on my erect cock as far as I could comfortably go so I could try to aim into the bowl.

 

As I reached the front of the toilet I heard shuffling behind me. I turned around to see John walking in with a nice morning wood of his own, knowing he definitely had to go and it was going to be an awkward one for him as well.

 

In another display of my never-ending thoughtfulness, I pointed at his manhood and suggested maybe hopping in the shower for more comfort. He laughed but I stepped into the doorless enclosure, "Seriously. Are you going to try to tell me you've never peed in the shower before, or that trying to hit the bowl in your current state is easy."

 

"Okay, since you put it that way." He followed me in.

 

I stepped deep into the sizable shower with John close behind me, but rather than just trying to set the tone and aim toward the drain, I turned and faced him, then I dropped to my knees, nodded at his cock then down at myself. "Go ahead."

 

He pointed his penis straight at me and let it go. As soon as he started, his hot piss hit me in the face, right where I had hoped. My mouth and eyes were both closed since I wanted to feel it splash against me first. I opened my mouth to let some flood in before closing it again, "Mmmm".

 

He continued with what was going to be a substantial unloading, blasting all around my face before he aimed lower. He had taken control and I didn't do anything except kneel there with my hands hanging by my sides and take it.

 

The strong stream blasted against my chest. He coated me further with his hot liquid as he slowly aimed the stream lower, bathing my stomach and then finally my groin. His piss flowed all around my morning semi- and I was loving every bit of it, my balls soaking in the piss as it ran over them and between my legs.

 

I found that I was really enjoying that he had taken control, yet another new discovery.

 

As his piss was streaming down off my lap, a squirt of my own shot out and hit his leg, "Oh shit, sorry."

 

"No worries." There was a barely perceptible pause before he continued, "You need to hold off and stand up though." He cut off his stream just like I did while he waited for me to stand in front of him.

 

He took my penis in his hand, not really aiming it anywhere in particular, just holding it between us, "Now go ahead."

 

I started peeing and then he let loose again, emptying himself of his last few squirts. That was when he regained enough focus to take deliberate aim, pointing my flow onto himself, splashing it against his stomach and then all over his cock and balls.

 

He was done emptying his bladder but there was piss dripping off the tip of his penis, piss that had just come from mine. It poured in a steady stream from his tip, and from his balls, and more was running down his legs.

 

I was shocked at the turn of events. I had been completely happy with the previous arrangement, me helping him. Him joining in on the receiving end of things had never crossed my mind.

 

Apparently he had decided he wanted to see what all the fuss was about. "Ooh, that's warm. It actually feels really nice." With that he aimed my stream higher, spraying his stomach before pointing the waning flow back toward his groin. It was clear that even though I had just pissed on him, he was still very much in control.

 

Once we both had finished we kind of froze in place. What do we do next? I looked at him and smiled, and was relieved to see him return one of his own.

 

John spoke first, "Wow, you were right. When you've got a good morning wood, peeing in the shower is a lot easier than the toilet."

 

"I knew you would agree. Thanks for joining me."

 

"It was a great way to start the day. I'm not sure how much I'll be using the actual toilet to pee when I'm here."

 

"Is that so?" I was smirking when I responded.

 

"Yea, you've got two much better places for me to unload."

 

"I've found out a little about myself over the last 12 hours or so. I loved to be wet with your piss, even more so when you soaked me with it, and I'll drink whatever comes out of that delicious penis of yours."

 

"I really enjoyed giving you all of the above. Who knew we'd be standing where we are when we went to take a leak at the bar?!"

 

"Definitely a crazy string of events there, not the least of which was my complete obliviousness about how I could help you in the bathroom. How was 'hold my beer" not the first thing that came to mind when you needed a hand? That led to that first little taste which must have sparked something in me."

 

"Yea. I have to admit I was a bit shocked, and I didn't really process what was happening at the time. I know it wasn't, but it seemed like the most normal thing in the world at the moment."

 

As we were talking I had been inching forward until our dripping wet cocks first touched, then ran along each other, and then became pressed up against our stomachs in between us. I reached behind his back to hold John against me as I moved to slide our wet fronts against each other.

 

"Exactly! Just like this right."

 

"Totally." He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed down gently, "Speaking of things that come out of my penis..."

 

It didn't take anything more than that. I got the message loud and clear. I lowered to my knees in front of him once again, "You know I aim to please."

 

Before I had a chance to, he took his sloppy wet cock in his hand and pushed it between my lips. Just because he beat me to it didn't mean I wasn't ready for it. As soon as his fleshy helmet parted my lips I pushed forward to take him the rest of the way into my mouth. It was a wonderful mix, the taste of his manly cock dripping with our still warm piss.

 

I could still smell it on other parts of his body but it wasn't long before the tangy pee on his cock was completely gone, replaced with saliva, and I was again sucking with another goal in mind. I desperately wanted to fill my mouth with his thicker, creamy white treat again.

 

Boy did he deliver. I stroked and sucked with everything I had, milking John's juicy cock. Early on I stroked the exposed, lower portion of his shaft, but eventually that went away as I squeezed him into my throat. Once his rod was as deep as it would go I started to bob on him. Similar to before, I would pump for a time while he softly thrusted, then pull back off momentarily to catch my breath, strings of thick saliva connecting my mouth to his glistening cock.

 

After my second break John really started getting into it. His hands found the sides of my head and he ran his fingers through my hair. Before I had the chance to really start working on him again he took over. His hands were still gently caressing, but he was no longer thrusting softly. Instead, he was pumping with urgency, plunging his cock deep into and out of my throat.

 

He wasn't over the top, but it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he had moved from receiving a blowjob to fucking my mouth. My hands rested limply on his ass as he thrusted in and out. I was more than happy to do my best to continue pleasuring him with my mouth and throat. I licked his shaft as it slid across my tongue and did my best to angle my head so the entrance to my throat was as easy to pass through as possible.

 

It didn't take much of his urgent thrusting before he was ready to erupt. As you would expect, his thrusts became more erratic, and he held himself inside longer in between, his balls resting against my chin. I moaned over and over while he only grunted.

 

I was loving that he had taken control and I just held still and enjoyed the experience. It wasn't until I felt the first blast in my throat that I regained some composure.

 

I wasn't about to let all of his yummy seed go to waste, so I pushed back on his hips until the tip of his erupting cock was on my tongue. I resumed sucking even as I placed my hand back on his shaft and pumped.

 

I sucked with renewed focus, wanting to take every last drop that I could. And like I suggested, he did not disappoint. Blast after blast hit the inside of my mouth. I savored what I could before I was forced to swallow it down, relishing the feeling as the thick cream made its way down.

 

It felt almost like an eternity, but it was over too quickly at the same time. I can still remember how he felt as he erupted in my mouth and down my throat. I can still remember how it tasted as my mouth became full to the point of overflowing. I was tempted to pull off and aim the shots at my body but the urge to taste and swallow every last ounce won out.

 

John had eventually taken the lead and physically done a lot of the work but I was exhausted nonetheless. It was probably the excitement in the moment more than anything, but I didn't feel any less worn out. It was the very best kind of exhaustion, the kind that most can only wish to experience.

 

My hunger was sated, for the moment, and based on his relaxed stance, John's was too. Before I could even move to get back to my feet he turned to start the shower, which was just what I needed at that moment.

 

He set it just the way I liked it, close to scalding hot. Once he helped me to my feet we both stepped toward the water that was raining down. There was no taking turns. We just squeezed in together under the stream, gently petting each other as we stood there in a daze.

 

Neither of us made a move to start cleaning up for a long time. Both of us were fully content to just soak while pressed against each other.

 

Finally we washed, which turned out to be by far the quickest part of the shower, and then got out to dry off and get dressed. As we were getting out, John looked down at my cock and then back up, the question on his face obvious. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted to let him have a turn, but I was really needing to eat something and lay back down.

 

That ended up being fine. After seeing what time it was, much later than we expected, John realized that he needed to get going. Before he made his way to the door, we made sure we had each other's numbers, then we parted ways for the day. I definitely didn't want our play time to end, but I wasn't worried because it was obviously a situation where it was when, not if, we would see each other again.

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