Saturday night, I had just gotten home after working on a friends video project for his film class. I was tired, but horny as hell. My boyfriend, Geoff was sitting at his computer, playing video games when I came in. We said our hellos, and I told him I was going to take a shower. He barely looked up at me and said OK.
"Oh well" I thought, he's not really in the mood right now. I went to the bathroom and started the shower, looking forward to warming up after being out in the winter chill all evening. As I stepped into the shower, the water hit me, causing me to immediately need to piss. I let loose a short stream of piss that quickly ran out. I stood in the hot water for a few minutes, and the thought of Geoff pissing on me came into my mind. I looked up into the water, imagining what it would be like to have him piss all over me, soaking me in his warm urine, before fucking me.
I stepped out of the shower, warmer and more worked up than I had been before, with the thoughts of getting pissed on still in my head. I went the bedroom, only to find that the mountain of laundry I'd left all week had grown out of control. I decided to put a couple of loads in the wash before I went to bed. I pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, put on a fresh, white t-shirt and pair of socks, then picked up a load of jeans and headed to the basement.
To my surprise, Geoff had started some laundry earlier and the washer and dryer were both full. I pulled the clothes out of the dryer and stuffed them in a basket, before switching out the laundry in the washer, and started another load. The hum of the dryer and the sound of the washer filling up, reminded me of my shower fantasy.
I bent over and started folding the clothes in the laundry basket. As I worked my way down to mating up socks, I heard Geoff coming downstairs.
"Hey- where are you?" he called out.
"Down in the basement- doing laundry" I replied.
He came down the stairs and stood in front me, I thought he was going to help me fold the laundry. Instead, He gently pushed the laundry basket out from in front of me with his foot. As I looked up, still bent over, he had an evil grin on his face. He put his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me down on my knees. I thought "He wants me suck his cock!" as he unzipped his jeans. I leaned in, but he put his hand back on my shoulder and told me sit back. I did.
He slid his jeans and boxers down over his hips, revealing his hairy crotch and half hard cock. As I looked up at him he had closed his eyes. After a few seconds he let loose a quick stream of piss that hit my chin and ran down my neck. After a brief pause, he relaxed some more and started a long stream of piss that hit my face. His eyes now open, he began hosing me down. His steaming hot urine was splashing my face, and running down my chest, soaking the front of my t-shirt. He aimed at my crotch and soaked my underwear before pulling up and hitting me full in the mouth with his hot piss. I took what I could, and let the rest drip down over me. A puddle of his warm yellow pee had formed under me.
His stream tapered off, and with some piss still in my mouth, he steppe forward and stuffed his rapidly expanding cock in my mouth, forcing piss out the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin. I began to suck his thick cock, burying my face in the thick bush of pubic hair, smelling the warm sweat of his groin. I reached around and grabbed his fuzzy ass with both hands, as he grabbed my shoulders. We fell into a rhythm as his hairy balls smacked my face with each thrust of his dick. I could feel the sweat running down his back, underneath his gray t-shirt, soaking the patch of hair he had just above his waistline, and wetting the hair in the crack of his ass. The sweet smell of his urine radiating from my wet clothes was mixing with the smell of the sweat from his body, making me high.
Without warning, he pulled his raging hard on out of my mouth with a pop. He turned me around, so I was on my hands and knees, ass towards him. He pulled down my piss soaked underwear and knelt down in the puddle of urine he had created. I heard him spit in his hand, and felt his fingers wet the crack of my ass with it. A second spit was put directly on my twitching asshole as he held my ass cheeks apart with his hands. He ran the head of his dick up and down the crack of my ass, finally settling on my hole. He leaned into me, forcing me open, and slowly filled me up with his throbbing cock. Once he was balls deep, he drew completely out, then shoved his cock all the way in, slapping our balls together. I couldn't do anything but let out small moans, and gasp for breath. Time and again he would pull out, and shove back in, slapping my ass with his thighs. As his pace quickened, our balls slapping in unison to the sound of his thighs hitting mine, he suddenly pulled out. My asshole slammed shut as I gasped for a breath.
After a moment, I realized I was shivering. The piss had gone cold on the cement basement floor, and we were both chilled. He stood up behind me and helped me up, before peeling the piss soaked underwear, shirt and socks off me. He left his jeans on the floor, underwear still in them, belt still in the loops, to soak up the remainder of his piss. He was still wearing the gray Pepsi t-shirt he had on, as we went back upstairs.
He told me on the way that it was getting too cold in the basement, so we should continue up in the bedroom. Once I got upstairs, I saw he had pulled the covers back on the bed and laid out a towel.
"Lay down" he said, and pushed me face down on the bed......to be continued.