When I awoke this morning, I was shocked that I was sporting the most gigantic erection that I had ever experienced. My cock was so huge and swollen that it almost felt that it was not even a part of me. But I knew that it was most definitely me.
My whole body and my brain were enormously aroused.
As I drifted from sleep into consciousness, my vivid dream of you was still very much alive. It was no wonder that I was rock hard and ready for action.
In my dream, I had awoken, lying on my back with you astride my chest, pinning my arms to the bed with your knees. We were both naked. It was an enactment of the final count of three in a wrestling match. I was helpless. I was completely at your mercy. You had overpowered me and I could not move.
You were masturbating, vigorously. Rubbing your hairy mound really hard. Not inserting your fingers into your very wet slit, but pleasuring yourself towards inevitable orgasm. The sight turned me on tremendously. I was mesmerised.
“Stay exactly where you are! If you move, even an inch, you will suffer!”
I didn’t take much persuading. I knew that you meant it.
You moved upwards so that you were squatting over me, legs spread wide.
You continued to masturbate as you watched my cheeks and chest reddening and my prick swelling with arousal. You had me whimpering.
Pee started to dribble through your fingers onto my chest and neck. You pushed two fingers inside yourself and then pushed the same two fingers into my mouth.
“Suck! Lick my fingers!”
I had no choice. I had no complaints. I was loving it.
As you frigged yourself, the stream of your pee became stronger.
“Open your mouth!”
Your urine streamed into my mouth, over my face and neck and chest. You were in complete control.
With perfect muscular control, you stopped your flow. You moved back down my body and grabbed my stiff cock with your free hand. You opened the flood gates once more, drenching my prick, my balls, my tummy and my thighs. You steaming hot piss soaking me. We moaned in harmony as I felt your pee seep down between the cheeks of my arse, saturating the sheets beneath me.
Eventually, you emptied yourself.
You lowered yourself until the tip of my engorged prick parted the swollen lips of your eager pussy. You rubbed against me, pulling me inside you. I felt your cunt squeezing me. Teasing me. Pulsing strongly. And then you rose, deliberately allowing me to slip out of you.
You rolled over onto your back.
That was my dream.
As I lay there, reliving that dream, I had pushed back the duvet. I was squeezing my truly massive erection. It felt as if it was still swelling, becoming even larger. I was fit to burst. Pre-cum was wetting its head and making my hand slippery.
I imagined the continuation of my dream.
I knelt between your legs.
You told me to pee on you. It is almost impossible to pee when I am erect. Lying on my back, I kept squeezing and rubbing. I contracted my stomach muscles. I was bursting to go to the loo. I desperately wanted to pee. I squeezed as hard as I could. A dribble of pee emerged from the end of my prick, wetting my hand and flowing onto my tummy. It was hot.
I pushed some more. Another squirt onto my tummy. And then another. It was hot.
I rubbed my urine all over my bare stomach. Some of it flowed down my sides onto the bed. I didn’t dare. I was drenched and hugely turned on.
The image in my mind was of my pee spurting onto your thighs and your hand as you masturbated for me. I was still at your mercy.
I could hear the squelching and smell the fresh piss, yours and mine.
“Fuck me! Fuck me, right NOW!”
“Let’s take our time, Pen.”
“No! I want you to ram your glorious prick into me, fast and hard, this second. All the way in, as deep as you can go. I am ready. I am SO ready for you. Do it NOW, Auridius! NOW! I mean it!”
You wrap your legs around me and grab my arse, digging your fingernails into my flesh.
I place the swollen, bulbous head of my cock against your entrance, parting your lips, and I thrust. I plunge into you so hard and fast that our pubic mounds collide with maximum force.
You do not scream as your orgasm racks your whole body. I feel you shaking, rocking, shuddering. I feel your pussy rapidly clenching around my prick as it fills you. You let out a series of gasping squeals. It is powerful. The sounds and feel of you. The smell of my hot pee as I imagine it slapping between our enmeshed bodies.
As I lay there, thinking of this, I keep wanking. I can feel myself erupting, but I do not cum. You know that it has been almost impossible for me to cum since I had my dorsal slit operation a few years ago. I am so close to exploding. The pressure of me emerging spunk is almost too much to bear.
I wish that you were here and that we were actually doing all of these things together. I am sure that you would be able to make me cum. Fuck, I’m so close!