From: don1oldrod@aol.com (Don1Oldrod)
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Subject: A Pee Visit
Date: 19 Mar 1995 15:10:25 -0500
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A PEE VISIT
The following was inspired by an internet friend who enjoys watersports.

It was the first time I had been to Fred's house and it was difficult 
not to marvel at the old Ford and ancient Chevrolet parked outside 
his two car garage.  They were spotless and waxed to high shines.  
His huge living room was lined with antique musical instruments, 
and in the center of the outer wall a magnificent electronic organ 
commanded the area.  Fine art paintings, originals, decorated the 
walls.  Fred had to be a Renaissance man if there ever was one.

I had met Fred over the internet.  Our common interest was a bit 
unusual.  We loved to watch people pee.  Both of us had discussed 
where this desire came from and finally came to the conclusion it 
was from early boyhood experiences.  We talked a while about his 
life and what brought me to his state.  I was embarrassed because I 
had never indulged in my sexual fetish before.  He was a young 
fifty-five and I was a young fifty.  We both were in good condition for 
our ages.  He said he worked out and rode a bicycle to keep fit.  I 
owed my condition more to genes than to any real effort on my part.  

The subject turned to our pee love.  It was about noon if I could tell 
by the sun radiating through the oversized picture window across 
the room from the organ.  He stood to his full six foot two and 
walked over to where I was sitting.

"Don, enough talk.  Unzip me and feel my cock."  I sucked in my 
wind.  But I had promised myself I was going to take the plunge 
when the subject came up.  I had a lifetime of hiding all my desires 
from everybody.  This was the nineties and it was time to walk out of 
the self-imposed straight jacket.

I unzipped his trousers front, reached in and gently took his limber 
dick in my hand.  It was larger than my own, although I knew mine 
was more than adequate. His had a long foreskin, and its head hid 
in a dark cave of flesh.  I could feel it swell and rise and that sent 
shutters through my body.  Mutual masturbation was part of the 
whole adventure, but this was the first time I had ever touched a 
man's penis other than for my own.  It was exciting,  almost as 
exciting as fingering a woman's mysterious vagina.  I stood up as he 
dropped his trousers.  He was fully erect now, but his dick-head was 
still hugged by foreskin.  He wore a blue briefs.  I dropped my 
trousers.  My circumcised dick-head was moist with precum and he 
gently massaged the juice as I stroked his sex toy.  Here we were 
getting it on and I was starting to feel the need to take a piss.  The 
need was such that my penis was becoming softer and was 
definitely reading itself to release the hot juice stored in my bladder.  
Poor timing, I thought. 

 "Feel a bit silly, Fred, but I got to pee.  I do mean soon."  It felt
odd,  
having the urgent need to release water while his hand was still 
stroking my softening hard on.

"I too feel the need.  Tell you what, lets go into the bathroom.  We 
don't want to be standing on carpet doing what comes next"  He 
seemed to know what he was doing, I was definitely the follower.

We walked into the bathroom.  He chucked at the look on my face, 
and my hand on my cock, squeezing off the flow of liquid.  He pulled 
me near him and eased his large rod into my jockey shorts, 
stretching the front a little too wide for the stitches. A couple gave 
away as he pulled my penis into the opening of his shorts.  We were 
in a hug, exchanging body warmth as I started peeing involuntarily.  
His urine gushed into my shorts, and felt hot and wonderful as it 
cascaded up to the elastic just under my bellybutton and spread its 
hot caressing fluid down both my legs and into my awaiting shoes, 
above the top and puddled over onto the linoleum.  By the time we 
were finished peeing the room was steamy and flooded.  Both our 
dicks were hard and we pulled on each other's love dowels.  I came 
first in a wave of excitement, gasping for breath, letting go of Fred's 
wand as the jelly like white juice jumped from my penis-head three 
or four inches, landing on the floor next to his feet.  I pumped on 
Fred's cock until he arched and let go with large spurts of cum that 
slammed into my belly and stuck like paste.

He pressed a button beside the bathtub and a woman appeared.  
She was smiling and carrying an assortment of cleaning supplies.  I 
felt my face redden as she started to towel me off. 
 
"You boys having fun?"  It was a rhetorical question.

"She's the maid for the day,"  Fred explained.  "Fawn."

"Nice to meet you," I said in a stammer as she started to wipe off my 
penis.

"Likewise, I'm sure."  Her voice was as warm and caressing as the 
urine bath we had taken.  She had long auburn hair and upturned 
lips that were shouting to be kissed.  Her short black uniform skirt 
did not hide her underpantless charm.  "Perhaps I can join you two 
a little later?"  It was not so much a question as it was a promise.

"She's a friend who came to help out while you are here."  Fred had 
taken off his soaked shorts and shoes and stepped into the shower.  
He motioned me in and I obeyed, following the leader.  The warm 
water quickly washed off all the urine, which had started to cool 
down.  "Now watch."  He nodded toward his dick.  Yellow liquid shot 
out at a different angle than the shower water.  I put my hand under 
the stream and felt its warmth compete with the shower water.  I let 
go with what I had left and his hands cupped in my juice.

Later that evening a fine meal was gracefully served to us by Fawn, 
bending over and displaying two magnificent breasts unencumbered 
by any bra.  As she moved to the kitchen and bent over, her pubic 
hair put an image into my mind that combined with a lifetime of 
views, each collected with relish and a stiffening dick.  I could see 
Fred eyes following my enjoyment and it seemed to give him much 
pleasure.

After dinner Fawn sat next to me.  She felt warm and she made sure 
I was seeing all of her body without taking off a stitch of clothes.  
We drank beer and talked about life in general, and sex in 
particular. Fred played some Bach on the organ.  The music was a 
flawless as a finished recording.  I started to get up to negotiate to 
the bathroom to let go of some beer.  Fawn's hand pressed on my 
crotch and pushed me back into the chair.  She kissed me, long and 
deep as she rubbed the outside of my trousers. I quickly got hard as 
she whispered into my ear.

"You won't pee while your hard." 
 
About the time my great pleasure was turning to pain, Fred had 
started to wiggle, as was Fawn.

"Bedroom time." Fred said.  We walked to the back of the house 
and into a large master bedroom.  In the center was a king sized 
bed with a blue rubber sheet for a bedspread.  "Take off the duds 
and lie down, Don."

Starting to wiggle I said: "Can't I hit the bathroom first.  I got to go 
king-size!"

"Trust me," he said, leading me to the bed, jumping out of his own 
clothes, and guiding me onto the soft surface of the plastic rubber-
like sheet.  The rubber sheet felt strange for a moment but I got use 
to it speedily.  What I was not use to was about to involuntarily pee 
because someone was pushing me onto a bed.  I knew this was why 
we drank the beer, but somehow the game was more stimulating by 
acting as if I had no idea of what was going on.  Fred lay beside me. 
"Okay, partner, let 'er go!"

My pee shot up in an ark, cascading down onto our bodies, soaking 
our stomachs, legs and splattering onto our faces.  He had let go at 
the same time and his pee shot above my own, mingled in a warm 
embarrass, and fell back upon us.  It was great fun.  Once I was 
empty my hard-on returned.  He finished moments later.  
Meanwhile, behind us, Fawn was watching us as she dropped her 
clothes and fingered her sex opening.

Our dicks were standing at attention.  He took hold of mine and 
started to pump and I never felt so good and was ready to cum 
immediately.  I took hold of his larger erect shaft and began to 
pump.  We both were breathing so heavily we could not speak.  I 
came in short bursts of pure pleasure.  He came simultaneously, but 
in large spurts of cum flying up into the air and coming down like 
parachutes of paratroopers, splashing onto my belly. He quickly 
reached over and rubbed the cum into my skin.  I collected my cum 
and rubbed it into his stomach as he caught a glance of someone 
outside the window.  He moved in one catlike motion and was at the 
window.  

"Care to join us?" he said to the form outside.  He walked to the 
door in the far corner and held it open for the person.  In walked a 
beautiful young lanky lad, who I would judge to be fifteen or so.  He 
quickly stepped out of his clothes.  His dick was as long as I ever 
saw and a little bit on the thin side.  It was hard and quivering.  They 
climbed back on the bed and my friend stroked the young lad's 
penis until little drops appeared on his dick-head.  I watched, 
rubbing my own sex instrument.  The boy came in a gush that 
puddled up on his stomach.  He had deposited twice as much cum 
than both of us combined.  

The younger man asked: "Can I pee.  I got to go."

Fawn arched her back and came in orgasmic spasms.  It is like she 
was the forgotten person in the room.

"By all means," my friend answered to the young man.  "Spray it 
around on both of us."  Out it came, hot and steamy, arching right 
and left, soaking us, the sheet and part of the carpet on Fred's side.  
It looked like a fire hose discharging, and felt like hot bath water 
splashing over us. We were soaked.

I did not think we could become more soaked. I was soaked and 
Fred was soaked and Kevin (I learned his name later that night.)  
was soaked.  We forgot about Fawn, who by now had a bursting 
bladder.  She climbed above us, Fred lying between her legs.  Her 
pussy gleamed from a few drops that had escaped as he climbed 
onto the bed.  She let it drop, spraying over all of us, covering us 
with a summer blanket of piss.  It was the single most exciting thing 
I had ever seen, experienced, or even dreamt.  She sprayed herself 
as the endless stream gushed, spilling over the sides of the bed.  I 
hoped he had flood insurance.  She stepped over Fred and placed 
me between her legs.  She let a little leftover hot juice fall upon me 
and my physic.  Her knees bent and she fell against me, her body 
bringing me to a passion I had not felt in my lifetime.  I was inside 
her and she moved up and down, sideways, doing all the work.  

Fred and the young lad were getting it on.  Not sure what they were 
doing as Fawn had all of my attention.  Oho!  It was good!!

Later that night Fred played some more Bach for us.  The music 
filled the little house and it was very erotic.  Jacking off to organ 
music is an experience in itself.  Jacking off with Fawn was 
fantastic. I mean, I enjoyed Fred and our mutual pees and jerk-offs--
but I ENJOYED Fawn.

I soon left the state.  My business was done.  My life experience 
had been accomplished.  And, I found out Fawn had a sister in the 
town next to mine.

Dawn is Fawn's twin.  We have many similar interests.  You should see us 
when we become horny.  We never leave each other's company 
until completely at peace with our sexual equipment.  However, what 
you really should see what we do together when Fawn comes to 
town on an a visit!

Don Oldrod