Puppet Shows and Pee

One morning, a few days ago, I began telling a story about the mushroom-headed men to my boyfriend. While playing with his cock. That’s right—it was Penis Puppet Show Time!

“Once upon a time, there lived The Mushroom Men,” I said, bobbing the head of his cock up and down so that it appeared to be talking, or you know, narrating. “There were short mushroom men,” I said, squeezing down on his half-hard cock so that it was short and stout. He laughed. My boyfriend. Not the short mushroom man.

“And there were tall skinny mushroom men,” I said, stretching his cock out so that it appeared svelte.

“Some mushroom men looked left.” I twisted his cock’s head a bit to the left.

“And some mushroom men looked right.” I twisted his cock’s head a bit to the right.

Then I didn’t really know how to continue with the story because I was getting horny, and started to lack any real storytelling ability, and so I stroked his cock once or twice, and then things got serious, like seriously HARD, so you know, that’s when you like stop with the Penis Puppet Shows and get down to blowing your boyfriend.

I sucked him pretty hard, doing the twisty hand thing and grabbing his balls and lifting them upward, massaging his sack as I made things terribly wet and slick with all my slippery spit. Soon, I was on my side, stroking him again with my hand while I gingerly played with my clit. I was already slick as wet marble because my mouth is an erogenous zone. When he’s in my mouth, I feel it in my cunt.

“Want to sit on me?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, grinning. And so I sat on his cock, and my cunt melted. I rode him for a bit. His eyes were closed. He moaned softly. He started thrusting upwards. Hard.

When he does that, I start wanting it from behind.

“Can you please fuck me from behind?” I asked, rolling off of him, and batting my eyelashes.

“Sure,” he said, with his million-watt grin. He then proceeded to fuck the fucking fuck out of me. Fuck. His hands weren’t on me at all. Just his cock, in and out. Just cock and pussy, that’s all that was touching. It made us perfectly functional as fuck toys and it was perfectly hot and I came probably like three times, grunting. And then he came on my ass. It was quite the spectacular load, which is generally the case with the FFOTD (First Fuck of the Day). I grabbed some paper towels and wiped myself off. I lay beside him, sweaty and hot. He was also sweaty and hot. It is July in New York City, after all.

I forgot who suggested a shower. It was a good idea, though. We were pretty gross. I mean, others might think so. I could dig his sweaty bod all the day long.

So we hopped in the shower. The water warmed up quickly. I noticed the tan lines on his arms. Noticed the fuzz on his tummy. I smiled at him, very happy to have him home after he’d been away for two weeks. He is so fucking cute all the fucking time. And I love our showers together. Sudsy and slippery and full of giggles and sometimes kissing. Sweet, almost innocent times right before we head to breakfast, mmm, ricotta and lemon pancakes, potato, gruyere, bacon omelette, sourdough toast, iced coffee…

I looked down at his cock which he’d been quietly playing with.

Suddenly, liquid started coming out of it.

Onto my stomach.

Warm liquid.

He started giggling maniacally.

“What is that?” I asked. “What is…” and honestly, I thought, WHAT A GREAT TRICK! He sucked the water from the shower into his cock! He is spraying water all over me from inside his cock!

And then I smelled something…something familiar…

“Oh, you’re peeing on me!” I exclaimed. Not upset, no. Surprised!

He continued laughing. And continued peeing.

“You’re, you’re peeing on me!” I said again, and he was, he was still peeing.

“Oh my God, I didn’t realize—you were—you’re peeing on me!” And then I started laughing. Hard.

“You said I could,” he giggled, out of breath, the last couple drops of pee hitting the bathtub floor. “You told me I could in the shower sometime!”

“I know! Ha! I just didn’t understand what was happening! That’s awesome! Ha! Pee!” And then I hugged him or something.

We soaped up and rubbed up against each other and kissed a couple times and hopped out of the shower and went to breakfast. Got those pancakes and that omelet.

Three days later, he let me hold his cock while he peed—into the toilet this time. I was standing behind him. I felt the piss move through his cock. Which was pretty hot. Some of his pee got on my hand.

“Let me taste you!” I said, suddenly. I licked my finger. “You taste like water! That’s awesome!”

“Cool!” he said. “From peeing on you to you tasting my pee in three days! Awesome!”

Then we started watching The Godfather Part 2. Which I’d never seen before. Which was pretty awesome.

Really. If I am to be truthful. Anything new, with him, is awesome.