Peeing for Pleasure By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
I'd gone through my morning coffee ritual, drinking over a quart of strong coffee made from freshly ground beans, and my bladder was full almost to being painful. I had to squeeze my crotch muscles to keep from peeing all over myself, and each contraction made my cock twitch, sending messages of delight to my spine and brain. The repeated throbs made my prick begin to expand, and I knew I'd have to have relief immediately before erection made it impossible. Quickly I stripped down and got into the shower, one of my favorite morning pastimes. As the hot water sluiced over my body and prick, the urge to pee became irresistible, and I relaxed my crotch muscles to start the flow. Pinching the end of my foreskin shut, I watched the long hood begin to swell, expanding to balloon out and stretching the nerve endings. The feeling of my foreskin's nerve endings stretching under the pressure was delicious, and I enjoyed the sensation until the pressure became uncomfortable, then I let go to see a thick yellow gush pour from the end of my nozzle and fall down the drain. I pinched the end again, because I had a lot of pee to release, and watched the cock-skin expand as the hot stream swirled around my glans. Again, I let go, and the trapped liquid poured out of my prick. Again I squeezed, repeating the exercise until I was drained and my crotch muscles were utterly relaxed. Now my penis arced forward over my tight scrotum, and I began the next stage of my morning self-pleasuring, running the water in the tub and sitting down in it. When the tub was half full, I turned off the water. I intended to stroke my penis to orgasm, but I began slowly, studying my penis and its growing excitement. I'm really into my cock, and I love its shape, but most of all I love the way it feels when I play with it. I have an average size penis, slightly more than three inches soft, sprouting out of my pubic hair. The smooth covering skin expands over the bulge of my big helmet, then tapers to form a long nipple in front of the glans. Its color is somewhat darker at the end, purplish, just like the precious head it covers and protects. I squeezed the head through its fleshy sleeve, because I knew that this always produced a pleasant throb in my cock-root, and I watched my penis begin to fill with blood. The shaft and head expanded to fill the fleshy foreskin fully, and the nipple disappeared as the big head pushed forward to fill it. Now at full six-inch erection, the foreskin still covered the head completely, but formed a thick pucker at the end, adding another quarter-inch. With the head fully swollen, I began stripping the tight skin back in stages, enjoying the delicious feeling of nerve endings stretching as the skin slid back over the bulging head. I went slowly to prolong the pleasure, pulling back to stretch the foreskin, then allowing it to close over the tapering glans. Then I grasped it again with two fingers to stretch it back a bit farther this time, feeling the sensual friction as the fleshy sleeve slid and stretched over the big smooth head. I saw the thick white coating my helmet had developed during the night, with its overpowering cheesy odor that was almost intoxicating. After several more stretching exercises, I pulled back harder and watched the skin ride over the high flaring rim, snapping down into the deep groove behind it. The sexy masculine odor of my moist glans and foreskin filled the air, adding to my excitement. There was a heavy ring of white creamy cheese filling the groove behind my flaring rim, and I'd met several guys who really appreciated this. I thought back to a couple who had insisted on licking my tip clean, insinuating their tongues into my foreskin and forcing the hood back gradually to expose the musky cream that coated the head. At last the big purple head was exposed, wet and glossy in the soft bathroom light. I saw that the slit had pouted with erection to form a sexy teardrop shape. I rinsed the last of the urine from my glans and tightly retracted foreskin, pulling back a bit harder to allow the water to circulate around the bottom of the groove behind the ridge. I admired the shape of the head, with its compound curves leading from a big front dome, expanding to the flaring purple rim. Squeezing the thick fleshy collar between two fingers, I pushed it forward to envelop the head once more, remembering the careful attention my mother had lavished on my penis while giving me my baths many years ago. She had told me repeatedly that I had one of the most beautiful penises she had seen, a sentiment echoed by others since. I'd paid special attention to my special penis ever since. Each time I washed, I'd lovingly drawn the long tight foreskin back to expose the head to my gaze and touch. The thick fleshy collar would lock behind the helmet's rapidly swelling rim, leaving the purple head totally bared. I'd always run a finger around the helmet's rim to wipe away the youthful secretions, ensuring that the glans was squeaky clean before replacing the long nozzle in its natural position. Understandably, this had always made my penis swell, and the feeling of the tight fleshy sleeve sliding over the swollen head had been extremely pleasurable. I continued to slide the skin over the head, fascinated by the delicious sensual feeling this always produced. I felt the thick fleshy orifice expand as it pulled back over the round front dome and the twin lobes under the head, then slide smoothly over the body of the glans. The skin stretched even more as it rode over the high flaring ridge, then snapped down into the deep groove behind it. Pushing forward, I felt the delicious bump as it stretched to ride over the rim, then the smooth gliding action as it ran downhill until it met the twin lobes where the two halves of my corona meet under the head. Pushing it forward, I felt the skin bump and stretch over the twin lobes, then gather in front of the rounded front dome in a thick pucker. I continued to slide the skin up and down over the big purple helmet, enjoying the sensations this produced. I'd been enthralled by the feeling as long as I could remember, often gently stroking my prick at night in bed before falling asleep. Even when I didn't masturbate to orgasm, slowly sliding my foreskin over the sensitive head had produced a feeling of calmness, gratification, and bliss. When I did bring on orgasm, the sensation of the tight clasping hood caressing the head sent me into rapture. I felt my bladder filling again and resisted the temptation to void, knowing that a full bladder added to the tension during self-pleasuring, and that a stream of urine would serve to flush out the residue of my masturbation after I'd finished. I gently pushed the foreskin back to lock behind the high ridge and reveal the compound curves of my glans. Now I poured a few drops of Astroglide over the head to prepare for the stimulation that would take me over the edge into a wild, tumbling, writhing orgasm. The thick, viscous lubricant mixed with the smegma as I gently stroked my foreskin, whipping into a yellow-white froth. I held my shaft upright with my left hand and began working the lubricant into the sensitive glans with the fingertips of my right hand, feeling the warm glow that the Astroglide produced in my sensitive tissues. Each touch was electric, as my glans is very sensitive, and light touches sufficed to enhance my excitement. I circled the pouting meatus with one finger, spreading the lube around it, then worked back along the broad upper surface, careful to keep my fingertips moving to avoid tiring out the nerve endings in any one spot. Each touch produced fresh sensations as my nerve endings responded to the light caresses, and it didn't take long before I saw the purple color change to a darker shade as my glans engorged with still more blood. Now I pulled back enough on my skin to pull it away from the back face of the rim, and ran a fingertip around the rim's sexy contours, following it forward on the right side as it swept forward to meet the other half of the corona underneath. Pausing to press my fingertip into the hot spot under the head where the two halves meet, I began working up the left side, caressing the rim and especially the ultra-sensitive back face, studded with little buds of sensation where the many nerve endings protruded. Pulling back harder on the skin, I bared the deep groove behind the flaring rim, and explored it with a fingertip, following the same forward and downward path as I had before. The side of my fingertip brushed the coronal back face as my fingertip probed the groove. I felt a responsive throb deep inside, and knew that even this light fingertip stimulation could bring on climax. Some years before, my friend Stan had used the same sensual fingertip technique to bring me to a howling, writhing, convulsive orgasm that made my jets spurt high into the air. Stan was an ardent admirer of my prick's uncircumcised beauty, as his had suffered removal of its precious hood shortly after birth, and he'd enjoyed playing with my ample foreskin for hours, watching the effects as he'd pulled, twisted, and stretched it. He'd drawn it back to uncover the flaring purple helmet, enraptured by its beauty as he fingered it lightly to make me gasp and moan in delight. He was fascinated by the way the lightest touch on the sensitive head made me squirm and moan. Stan had been totally into my cock, exploring ways to excite it, from playing with my foreskin to direct caresses on the naked head. His rough fingertip ridges, cushioned by a heavy coating of lubrication, had always sent messages of joy into the sensitive nerve endings on my glans. My hot swollen glans was in the final stage of arousal, now aching to release its load of thick white sperm, and my eyes closed as they usually do when orgasm approaches. I lay back in the tub, only the front half of my penis out of the water, as I worked my fingertips around its contours. I imagined that they were Stan's fingers, caressing me to bring me to the peak of joy, to make my body strain with orgasm, and to make my cock-root convulse as it spit out its load. I remember how Stan had brought his head close to my cock to stare avidly as he stimulated it to orgasm, watching the hot jets spurt from my orifice. My fingertips produced a tickling feeling in my glans, which quickly changed to a hot tingle as I became completely caught up in my self-stimulation. I knew I wanted to slow down or stop to prolong the sensations, but the urge was too strong to resist, and I caressed my hot throbbing glans with all five fingertips, adding to my mounting excitement. I spread my knees against the side of the tub as my body began to tense involuntarily, and awaited the now inevitable explosion. The pressure in my bladder added to my tension, making it impossible to resist the compelling demands of my hot hard prick, and I felt a pleasant fullness in my glans as it ached for relief. I felt the surface of my purple helmet harden under my touch, losing its spongy feel as my excitement neared the peak that would release my hot jets. My cock-root throbbed with every caress, and I made a conscious effort to slow my strokes, wanting to prolong the pleasurable feeling of anticipation. I remembered that when Stan had done me he'd been unaware of my exact state of excitement, and had continued with his maddening touches to make me squirm helplessly and bring me quickly to bursting, moaning climax. Stan enjoyed seeing my glans swell, harden and turn darker purple, and the sight of the hot jets spurting from the pouting lips of my orifice always turned him on passionately. I wanted to enjoy the last stage of the build-up to orgasm, to feel my engorged helmet tingle, ache, and throb as my light fingertip touches filled it with sensation. I was withdrawing into myself as the peak neared, and my awareness of the outside world dimmed sharply as the focus of my attention shifted to encompass only my hot and throbbing cock-head, tingling with sensation. My stomach muscles tightened, and my legs began trembling as the urge to orgasm consumed me. A tickle in my cock-root told me that a drop of lubricating fluid had begun to crawl upward towards the pouting slit in my cock-head. I felt the delicate stretching sensation as the drop forced its way past the wide-open lips of my slit to merge with the lubricant already coat ing the glans, and I used a fingertip to spread it around the orifice. Stan had also done that, lovingly spreading my lube in small circles, feeling my glans throb in response. My cock-root tightened again, and another drop oozed slowly up my urethra. I was so focused on my cock that I was able to monitor its progress as it slowly crawled up my tube, and I felt it round the upward curve in my glans before reaching the orifice. I felt the slight stretching as the lips of my slit were forced farther apart by the liquid, and the warm drop seeped out onto the rounded upper surface of my front dome. A rush of sensation gripped me, and I knew I was lost, unable to slow my progress towards orgasm further. My fingertips tightened involuntarily on my swollen tip, and my strokes accelerated as the insistent urge filled my body. My glans tingled hotly, and suddenly a bursting feeling filled it and rushed down my shaft to the root, triggering the first release. My cock-root throbbed hard and I felt a burning sensation in my urethra as the first jet of hot lava shot forcibly up through my tube. I heard myself cry out helplessly in the distance as my prick erupted in orgasm, shooting a jet that slammed through my meatus to make me writhe involuntarily. My cock-root throbbed again, the hot convulsion filling my prick with sensation, and another heavy gush stretched my urethra as it rushed towards the end. I was totally caught up in the mind-numbing thrall of orgasm, my body responding to the touches of my fingertips on the tortured nerve endings of my cock-head. Now I was tingling all over, lost in the free-fall of a hot climax, my prick throbbing helplessly, my cock-root contracting rhythmically, forcing jet after jet through my penis. Time stopped, and I was totally caught up in the sensations. My prick erupted again, and now I felt the start of the last stage of my orgasm, as the head became super-sensitive and I was forced to slow my caresses. Each touch was electric, and the nerve endings in my cock-head seemed to contract as my fingertips touched them. Now I had to stop touching my glans, which throbbed hotly in its swollen hardness as the orgasm played itself out. The contractions of my cock-root slowed, fading in intensity, as the blissful interlude neared its end. I lay helplessly in the hot water, enjoying the last throbs and the feeling of my fluid seeping slowly up my tube. I opened my eyes to see my purple cock-head streaming with creamy white fluid that had gushed from the teardrop shaped slit, running down over the swollen corona and down my shaft. I was coming back to full consciousness, still moaning but noticing that my body was beginning to relax and my heartbeat was relenting. I became aware that the pressure in my bladder was becoming more insistent, and I turned on the hot water to cover my softening prick, knowing that as my erection subsided the urge to pee would become irresistible. The shaft softened and contracted, and the hot water lapped at my helmet, which was also softening but still swollen. My cock-root contracted again, but this time to force the urine from my bladder. The hot stream flowed freely now that my erection was down, and it flushed the residue of my orgasm from my tube. I watched the stream arc high into the air to fall back onto my stomach, enjoying the rushing sensation in my penis. The stream was so powerful it stretched my urethra and although the lips of my slit were no longer pouting, the hot gush stretched them to a perfectly round shape as it poured through them. I think this episode lasted even longer than my orgasm had as the hot cleansing stream coursed through my prick to wash out the creamy residue. Now the flow began to subside, and the stream became weaker and thinner. My body was determined to drain itself utterly, and I watched the now thin stream seeping through the lips of my meatus, running downward over the glans and shaft. I cupped my hand and poured water over it to rinse away the Astroglide and cheese, which had become diluted by my semen. The deep purple color of the cock-head was becoming lighter as the blood emptied out of it, and as the rim shrunk the thick foreskin collar crept over it, concealing it as it began crawling forward over the glans. I turned off the water and pulled out the stopper, standing up as the water began to drain. I turned on the shower to rinse the mixed fluids from my body, using a soapy sponge to scrub the semen from my pubic hairs and those on my stomach. Carefully, soaping myself, I cleaned off the creamy residue, which I knew would congeal and stick my hairs together if I didn't get rid of it. Moving slowly, I soaped myself all over as the profound feeling of relaxation crept over me. I was drained, and felt drained, utterly at peace, as the afterglow of orgasm filled me with bliss. Now I let the torrent of hot water rinse the suds off my body, and I retracted my foreskin to let the water sluice over my exposed glans and rinse off any soap that might have accumulated. The water caressed my glans and foreskin collar, and I felt my cock-root contract again, squeezing out the last drops of urine. Turning off the water, I grabbed a towel to dry myself, and when I stepped out of the shower I pushed my long hood forward over the now shrunken head to protect it and keep it moist and sensitive. It slid forward easily, returning to its original shape, bulging over the head and tapering to a long nipple in front. I was ready to begin my day, all tensions relieved, and happy to be alive.
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