Toy boy and golden showers

I needed an answer to my other question. “Now you’ve had time to think about it, did you enjoy peeing on me?”

He looked at me as though I’d grown two heads. “Fuck yes. So fucking horny. Made you look a right slut.” His face showed alarm. “Oh shit! I didn’t mean… I meant… “I leant forward and kissed him, smiled, and said, “Don’t apologise, I take it as a compliment. Want to do it again?” Relief swept across his face. “Absolutely. I hoped we would. I even drank a load of water before I came and I’ve been practicing.”

“Practicing? What?”

“Holding it after I’ve started so I can do it in sort of short bursts. Seems what they do on the vids.”

His saying those words made me leak. I took his hand and pushed it between my legs. I wanted him horny before asking the next question, although I suspected I already knew the answer. “You like me being a slut?” His fingers were gently working in my hole. Mine stroking his cock. He simply nodded. “I want you to do something gross.” His cock twitched. “I want you peeing in my mouth. I want to drink your piss.” I whispered the words. Put heavy emphasis on the last. His cock answered for him. For a second, I thought he was going to erupt in my hand. “Fuck.” A single word answer but the tone! I might have told him he’d just won the lottery! Perhaps he felt he had. I pulled him up and led him to the kitchen. Playing pee games is so much more fun outside of the bathroom, but I didn’t have the will to want to shampoo the carpet after he’d gone. We’d mess up the tiles instead.

I hoped he wasn’t too hard to pee. I knelt down in front of him and opened my mouth. His cock was semi erect. He took hold of it and pointed. The wait seemed interminable. Then it came. A sudden cascade. He missed my mouth and covered my face. Wanton bliss. Depravity. I was floating. He adjusted his aim, and the stream went in. Oh god. Could I get any lower? I had a full mouth. He stopped his flow. I swallowed. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Drinking piss straight from the cock of a nineteen year old. Tell me how I can sink lower? I reopened my mouth. Another blast. Another full mouth. Another swallow. God, god. Oh, that his mother was there watching. The thought confirmed I could go lower. Deeper into the depraved depths. And I needed to. Soon. For now, another repeat. I swallowed, then asked, “Any left?”

“A bit.”

“Over my tits, then lick it up.” Asking him to partake was a risk, but I had to know. He directed what piss he had left at my tits. I stood up and offered them to him. Pushing them together into his face. He dropped his head to meet them. No hesitation in doing as I’d asked. His tongue flicked over my nipples, making them as hard as I can ever remember. I felt his cock rub against my leg. Hard. Ready. I turned away from him. Bent forward from the waist. Leant on a worktop. Opened my legs. “Please yourself which one you fuck.” He fucked my cunt. Hard. Vicious almost. What I needed. What he wanted. It didn’t last long, even though this was his third coming. What a stud.

As we calmed down I made a promise I hoped I’d be able to fulfill. “You deserve a real treat. Next time you come, I’ll have a friend of mine here for you.” Mary was uppermost in my mind, but I knew Carol would love the young man too. Perhaps I’ll surprise him and have them both round!

By the look on his face, Christmas had come early. “Best get you home,” I said reluctantly.

“No sweat. Mum gave me strict orders not to bother you to take me back. I’m to text Dad when I’m ready and he’ll pop round to collect me.”

“Okay, let’s have a quick shower, then you can call him.”

Quick it wasn’t. Well, come on, guys. Shut in a shower cubicle with a rampant nineteen year old? I’m not just going to soap his back, am I? It was slow and hugely satisfying for me. I stroked, petted, kissed every available inch. Every millimetre! I’d had three glorious climaxes from him. A fourth was hardly going to be mega and to be honest, I wondered if he’d even be able to get it up, but after a lot of preparation (!!!) he had something resembling a useable cock. I’d sucked it. Licked it. Stroked it. Rubbed it over my face. My tits. Pushed his hand between my legs. I didn’t care if he didn’t get hard again. Just wallowing in the feel of this young, lithe body was turning me on big time. But there it was. Not granite, but solid enough. I turned my back. Offered him the choice. Again he went for my cunt. Whether the moisture running in rivers down my legs was water from the shower or something else, I couldn’t tell. I knew I was leaking, and I eventually came. Long, slow, and gratifying. John didn’t. Hardly a surprise. Hardly a disappointment. I turned, kissed him long and slow and we towelled each other dry. He texted his father, and we sat and waited. I dressed in a floppy jumper and jeans, I talked about work.

Addendum: I’m pushed for time to finish this, but Chris’s visit is worth reading about. I’ll do it ASAP. XX