Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2005 08:26:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Peeing for Pleasure, Masturbation, 1/1

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.

The end