Disclaimer: If its not legal for you to be reading this, please leave this story. -This story contains a gay couple exploring sex involving urination. If this isn't your thing, find something that is. -Names have been changed to protect identities, otherwise, it is a true account. -Please send any enquiries to harrystories@live.com, I would be happy to tell you more about me and Connor if you enjoy this! -Donating to Nifty keeps this wonderful site going!
Harry x
My name is Harry, and my boyfriends name is Connor. We are both 20 years old from the UK. This is the start of our exploration into the naughtier side of our sex life.
We were both coming home from a night out on the night bus, both a little drunk, both very horny. Having been together for just about 2 years, there wasn't much that me and Connor hadn't tried in the bedroom, but there was one more thing I wanted from him, I just didn't know how to bring it up.
I turned to Connor, "I can't wait to get you to bed, there's something I want to ask you"
Connor looked puzzled but intrigued "What is it? Can't you just tell me now?"
I moved my hand from his grasp and ran it up his legs, past his thighs, and started rubbing his growing cock, "You will find out when we get home."
The walk from the bus stop was interesting, Connors peaked interest in my secret was driving him crazy, pushing me against walls and forcing his tongue into my mouth, all the while both of our tight jeans were struggling to contain our hard cocks. I could feel pre-cum oozing down my shaft, I just needed to get him into bed!
We fumbled our way through the front door and into our bedroom, I was half naked before I even got to the bed, Connor wasn't far behind me, ripping off his shirt like a boy possessed.
I got down on the bed, completely naked, my 8" dick throbbing for attention. Connor lunged from the foot of the bed, landing perfectly on top of me. His 7" cut dick was rubbing against mine, making me moan with pleasure. His forceful kissing and gyrating hips almost had me lost in some sort of sexual trance, until he abruptly stopped, sat up on my legs and asked "So, what did you want to ask me?"
I instantly blushed, faced with actually saying it out loud had me embarrassed and ashamed. Connor saw this and leaned down to my face, merely and inch from my lips. "You could ask me to do anything right now, I'm so turned on, I'm not going to say no"
I grabbed his dick, which was dripping pre-cum on my stomach, with one and hand, and moved his ear to my mouth so I could whisper my desire
"I want you to piss on me"
Connor didn't say anything. He sat upright with a raised suggestive eyebrow. He looked my body up and down, then down to his own dick which he had taken into his own grasp.
The next few minutes took me by surprise, but are something I will never forget. He leant back down to my face to start kissing me, and as he did, I could feel his warm piss shooting between our bodies. It was reaching right up between our chests and dripping down my sides. I was moaning louder than I ever have before, as I grinded on his pissing dick, using the liquid as lube. I was in heaven.
His stream started to slow down, I took this a my opportunity to release my own full bladder. I have pissed on myself many times before, but never with company. It felt like I was cumming constantly. Connor lifted his body slightly which freed my dick. It sprung up, still flowing piss, which meant it started to hit my face. I felt no shame anymore, so opened my mouth to taste my own juice. Seeing this, Connor started stroking both of our dicks together in a double wank. My stream slowed to an end but we had both yet to enjoy our release.
I used my hands to rub the leftover piss into my chest, moaning as Connor quickened up the pace on our cocks. It was him that came First, a load that shot right up to my chin. tasting the cum and piss was what finished me, I shot load after load of warm boy spunk, covering my already filthy body. My hands were still spreading all the fluids over my body, I put my hand to Connors mouth and he licked it, finger by finger, until it was clean.
He leaned down once again to whisper into my ear, "I could get used to this"