This is my first erotic story I've ever written. If you want to get into contact with me, please message me at Kvetchnik87 on reddit 🙂 Any feedback is greatly appreciated <3
Tags: Urination, bisexual, group sex, mind domination, fantasy.
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A party I will never forget, part 1.
Introduction
What I'm about to describe might have been a dream. It must have been, simply because it can't possibly have been real. And if it weren't for some small things that I can't explain, I would have convinced myself long ago that it WAS a dream. Things like how I woke up the day after in clothes I'd never seen before. Or how I felt the sensation of being absolutely and completely fulfilled. Emotionally, sexually and spiritually fullfilled in a way I have never since felt, so much so that I would cry tears of bliss for days afterwards.
The memories of the incident have long since faded. I was a 16 year old sprat when it happened (or didn't happen, as the case might be) and now I'm well into my 40:s. But the whole scenario has replayed over and over in my dreams. I decided to try lucid dreaming many years ago, and write down what happened in those dreams, so I could examine it when I was awake. This story is those notes written out as a complete narrative, I have not changed a single thing except for turning it into a coherent story in the hope that someone will contact me if they ever experienced something similar, because I fear for my sanity for what it means if I am the only one who lived through such a beautiful, ecstatic and yet so otherworldly occurrence as what you are about to read.
The party
It started, as many tales do, in a tavern. Well, actually it was an upscale bar downtown. I was a naive teenager who had just finished highschool, on account of me skipping a year thanks to all the extra education I was given by my overprotective parents. Now I was hanging around, figuring out what to do next with my life. My parents wanted me to go to a fancy college and get a career in business or law as they had. But my shielded upbringing had left me tired of studying, never being challenged and never striking out on my own. For example, excepting a few nervous attempts at petting with equally nervous girls, and a few clumsy jerk-off sessions with a few of my male friends, I had no experience in the amorous arts. Considering I was a well built, athletic 16 year old with a high sex drive, this was something I was very keen on changing. I had gone to swimming competitions as long as I could remember and had a collection of medals of all metals including gold hanging on a wall in our suburban home. So I was lean and fit, with long, strong muscles. And quite well endowed too as I would later be aware off. I knew I was as big down there as anyone in my swimming team but hey, teenage boys are always doubting themselves and since I was still a virgin I had no idea how I placed on the "sexual attractivness scale".
So I had started going to bars. Not drinking booze, but any bar that would accept me buying a diet coke I would frequent. Some of them I learned were known as un-official gay bars (our city didn't have any official ones back then). I hadn't previously considered myself gay (I didn't even know the word "bisexual" and certainly not "pansexual"), but I found I was enjoying being sweet-talked to by men at least as much as by women. And also, women tended to not approach me, and me being inexperienced and still a bit shy made it easier to just let myself be approached by men. Now, most of them were older off course and I felt that I wanted my first real sexual experience to be with someone closer to my age. And also I had always thought myself as straight cause that was just what you were expected to be. But I found most younger women I found in the bars weren't that interested in hooking up with a guy a few years younger. Also I had very little to offer, living with my parents on a small allowance with no real life experience to talk about. But I knew I was building experience, learning how to flirt.
It was during one of these nights that I was approached by a man who wore clothes I had never seen before. He had a light blue paisley waistcoat, a maroon suit and he wore a brimmed hat and rings with stones of all colors on his fingers. Yes, I know it sounds freaky but he actually looked quite respectable and very smart, although very out of place. He spoke in a peculiar, embellished manner and I was quite taken by him. Not in any erotic way, but he told me incredible stories about all his travels. Before he left, he whispered a few words that I can't remember even in my dreams but I remember shivering in anticipation for some reason. And he left me a small card, written on bone white paper with black-bordered golden letters. It was an invitation to a pool party up at the mansion on the hill overlooking the city. Which is one of the weird inconsistencies about this whole experience, because when I went back there one time while visiting my parents a few years later, there was no mansion on that hill. And my parents say there never was...
I went home soon after the curious man left, went to bed and found the card again the next morning. Again, while reading it I could feel this strange sensation, like a shiver of anticipation running through me. I felt a deep sense of excitement, sexual in nature, but also as if something truly awesome, in the full meaning of that word, was about to happen. It also made me have to run to the bathroom and pee, like when you hide for hide-and-seek and suddenly you have to pee really bad cause of the excitement from the risk of being found. I rushed to the bathroom, barely had time to draw down my white briefs and groaned in relief when the stream started to splatter with great force not only hard into the bowl, but over the toilet rim and the lid, too. Only a few drops landed on the floor though, and after I was done, which left me feeling quite drained but still filled with that tingly excited feeling, I dried it up with some paper and went back to my room and that card. I looked at it again, feeling confused. Why was the thought of a pool party so exciting? Granted, I had never been to one. I didn't even know the name of the man who had invited me, or I forgot it. And he had said he was going on a trip somewhere so he couldn't go which is why he had given me his invitation. The only thing he said was that it was a special party and that he had thought I would enjoy it...
The card itself didn't give much away. It didn't even had a set time or anything. It just said "Pool party on the mansion on the hill" and in smaller letters under that: "cordial invitation to the aquatic affair of the year", and in a flowing signature at the right bottom: "Cavill". I had never heard about this Cavill before but assumed it was some rich dandy who lived in the hills outside of town on account of the wonderful view out over the desert surrounding our city.
I was unsure if I should go, but I felt drawn to do so. I had nothing else planned, and later during breakfast when my parents were gently probing me for the hundredth time about my (non-existent) college applications, I decided I was gonna go! I said I was going to swim practice and then to a friend's house, packed my swimwear including my new turquoise speedo and borrowed mom's car and left. I realized the party was probably not starting before lunch, so I went to the comic shop and read some of the new X-men comics and some new comic called "Sandman" for an hour before I gathered up the courage to drive up the hill and see if I could spot any kind of party going on.
Again, when driving up the hill the feeling of anticipation mixed with trepidation came over me in gentle waves, getting stronger as I went up the hill. I had to stop and relieve myself to avoid getting to the party with a wet spot in the front of my pants. I felt more than slightly embarrassed standing there while cars were slowly driving by and watching me pissing at the roadside, but it couldn't be helped. The pleasant feeling of deep relief after giving in to that exciting, almost dangerous feeling inside while my pee was splattering heavily on the cacti by that road, had left me semi-hard. But luckily, draining my bladder completely relaxed me, and it went back to an almost soft state. With the crisis handled, I quickly returned to thinking about the party. Was I going to be let in since nobody knew me? Should I have changed to swimwear first? Was I going to come several hours too early since I had no idea when the party was going to start?
The last thought quickly got answered when I pulled up to the mansion. It was beautiful, almost art deco in style but bright and beautifully decorated with a tasteful fence that went around the giant garden full of a great variety of trees I hadn't seen before, surrounding the mansion so only the main building and what looked like a tower was visible from the driveway.. I drove up to where all the other cars were parked and I was met by an actual valet. I had never seen one in real life before, so I started to splutter clumsily about being invited while showing him the card. He was a handsome young man in what looked like a expensive but almost old-timey valet's uniform, and he just smiled with teeth as white as chalk and said: "Very good young sir, the master of the house bids you a warm welcome and invites sir to follow me and get changed for the party. Did sir bring his own swimwear or will sir require some?" I sheepishly mumbled something about having brought some and actually pulled the speedo out and showed it to him, like an idiot. "Ah, very good sir! I think those should do very nicely indeed. If sir would follow me?" I stepped out of the car and followed the valet. While nearing the front gates and seeing the front door of the mansion, I felt that anticipatory feeling again even stronger. It almost made me weak in my knees. And the feeling of needing to take a leak came back. Not as acute, but as if it was deeper inside me this time. Like the first gentle rumble warning that the dam is starting to collapse and let the floodwave out.
To distract myself, I tried to strike up a conversation with the valet and ask him some questions about the party, but he just looked back at me and smiled and said that he was sure I would enjoy myself. I was even more puzzled than before. Was I being lured into some kind of trap? Why the secrecy? But weirdly, the vale's smile kept disarming and relaxing me. He was very handsome and fit, with a beautiful tight ass bobbing along in front of me in those tight uniform pants... I shook my head a bit, what was I thinking? I had never gotten this horny by looking at another man's ass before. I really should have jerked off this morning I thought, as I could feel myself hardening again. I was praying to all the gods that the valet wouldn't notice and I hoped I could maybe jerk out a quick nut while changing if there were any toilets by the changing room. I was really hoping there was, cause I could feel the tingling feeling even stronger now and it was making my heart thump, my stomach flutter and my bladder wanting to empty itself. What was going on with me? Sure, this party seemed exciting, but why was I so worked up about this?
I was thinking these thoughts to myself when I realized we had at the front door. I shook my head again while the valet opened the door to what can only be described as a hallway in the loosest sense of the word. It was like a palace entrance, if the palace had been built by a modern minimalist architect. Beautiful marble pillars lining up and silver decorations with exotic looking plants were interspersed in a long row stretching many yards into the mansion. An elegant, winding staircase by a small alcove with a fireplace could be sighted at the end of the corridor. And at the start of the corridor just where we had just come in, there were what looked like massive stone doors to both the left and the right. The valet invited me to step inside, where another valet (this one a pretty but muscular woman with a short ponytail and a butterfly neck tattoo) was standing with a big plate full of champagne glasses. I had never drunk champagne, but I took the glass handed to me and mumbled thank you. My valet guide smiled at me again and beckoned me to follow. I took a sip of the champagne. Wow! I had been missing out until now. The champagne tasted like liquid, velvet gold laced with exquisite honey. It was all I could do to stop myself from downing the whole glass in one go. A warm sensation filled my stomach and the stirring, tingling feeling that had made me weak in my knees before was slowly being replaced by a feeling of contentment and relaxation. However, that did NOT make the need to pee go away. Quite the opposite, I felt the need to fish out my dick and get rid of the excess fluid that was being pushed out from my bladder. The need was almost as strong as it had been this morning. What the heck was wrong with me today? I knew I couldn't possibly have to go that bad cause it hadn't been more than 15 minutes since my last leak by the road.
The valet took a turn to the right into a smaller corridor, with a small sign put up on a silver post saying "changing rooms". I followed, and he showed me to a velvet looking drapery covering an opening and begged me to step inside. When I did, I was shocked to see 7 people of varying ages in various states of undress. Both men and women, between around 20-40 years of age. All of them very beautiful, some more lean and others more bulky. I averted my eyes, not wanting to be caught looking at the naked and half-naked women. But my guide smiled again and said: "Sir has nothing to worry about, in this house men and women change together. Some prefer to not wear swim-ware at all. Sir will find it will feel quite natural, very soon. Please, if sir is finished with his glass I'll be happy to take it for sir so sir can change and head to the pool area where the party will take place." Wow, his smile really was disarming. And quite the bulge was showing in those tight little pants too! I could feel a movement in my own pants when that thought flew through my head. I was shocked at my own thoughts. But I didn't have time to dwell on it as I drank the last of my glass and was nearly overcome with that warm, fulfilling feeling as the last velvety smooth drops went down my throat. I nearly peed myself then and there! Something was happening inside me, the warm fulfilling feeling was heating me up from the inside and the need to pee quickly became acute. I must have looked panicked cause my valet took my glass and said: "Oh yes sir, this happens to most of our guests, especially the first time they taste our champagne. It's quite alright. If sir needs to relieve himself, there are facilities along that wall", he said and indicated the wall on the opposite side of the room. I was horrified. I was seconds from peeing myself but I couldn't see any bathroom stalls or toilets, and there were -women- changing in the room. I couldn't fish out my dick in front of them and start pissing, could I? But I didn't have a choice, I grabbed my dick as hard as I could through my pants, started unbuckling my belt and ran for the urinals mounted on the marble wall. As if by a miracle, I got my dick out in time to let out the eruption of piss that shot out and splattered against the urinal at a force I had never experienced before. I moaned and groaned though I tried to keep quiet. I was mortified. I couldn't stop the sounds that I made from being overpowered by the deep sensation of absolute relief I felt by relaxing my insides and letting the pee shoot out of my dick. And the piss was going everywhere, some leaking from my cock and dripping down on the floor, and some splashing against the urinal and going to both sides of it by the force of the stream. I thought I was going to die of shame. I was thinking panicked thoughts about running away as soon as the piss stopped. Which seemed to take forever, more piss than I thought was possible to hold inside myself. How could I piss so much so soon after relieving myself?! And why were there urinals mounted in a mixed changing room? I could see some installed into the floor itself on this side of the room too, and the room was slanted a bit almost as if to keep the piss on that side. Surely that couldn't be why the room was constructed this way? A changing room designed to be pissed in, on the walls and the floor? What the flaming heck was this place?
All these confused thoughts and a deep shame was threatening to overwhelm me, I felt panicked and horrified. I think I had tears forming in my eyes. I shook the last drops after what felt like an hour of peeing, and I turned around, prepared to see seven shocked guests and the valet staring at me in disgust. But to my absolute amazement, all of them were smiling. And nodding and winking toward me! A young, beautiful girl at around 20 years of age, in a floral bikini bottom but no top and with perky little breasts, was walking toward me with a towel in her hand. I got ready to start apologizing and maybe dash for the exit, but her smile was as disarming as the valet's had been. She shook her head and giggled. "Don't worry, it happens to all of us the first time! Heck, it happened to me again this time and this is the second year I'm at the party here. I just got changed into this cause I absolutely flooded my other bikini bottom just a few minutes ago! Unlike you, I didn't have time to run to the urinal. I had forgotten how potent that champagne is. And the ambiance of this place, it does this to us all. Exciting, isn't it?", she asked me and smiled. And as if it wasn't weird at all, she reached out and started drying my crotch from the piss that had splattered over me from the force of the initial blast.
Why didn't I run away from all this madness? Why didn't I stop her? Heck, why hadn't I even pulled my pants up after peeing for Pete's sake!? I still don't know, all I did was mumble about how she didn't need to do that, and I made a laughably weak attempt to take over the towel. But she just smiled again, disarming me completely and said that it was her pleasure to help me, adding something about how at the party I wouldn't have to dry it off unless I wanted to. I didn't understand that last part, but for some reason I just let her continue until my crotch was dry. Then she gave my hand a squeeze, handed me the now piss stained towel and told me she was happy that I was there and that she would love to talk some more at the party, then she turned round and went through a door made of what looked like bamboo and that seemed to lead straight into the garden. Was it my imagination or did she wink at me? And did it seem like she was bobbing her hips a bit extra to make her sexy butt wiggle? I shook my head and realized I was still standing with my now rock hard dick pointing at the six guests who were all still smiling and getting changed for the pool party. I feebly hid my dick behind the towel, went to one of the stone benches at the other side of the room and got changed into my speedo, while feeling lingering pangs of shame and a growing sensation of total confusion mixed with a huge portion of excitement. I should have felt ashamed to the point of near death. But somehow, I wasn't. I was excited, and the warm and relaxed feeling I got from the champagne was filling my entire body. My hands, my butt and especially my dick were tingling. And I couldn't wait to get to the party, cause somehow I knew I was about to experience something I would never be able to forget.
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End of part one. If you liked it, send me a message on reddit at kvetchnik87, all feedback is welcome :-)