Fred

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!

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