(For Dan)We were in the shower,Before or after sex I can’t recall,When he asked (out of the blue)If he could piss on me.Never one to pass up an opportunityTo try something new,I laughed and said“Sure”.His cock was semi hard,But then again it always was.He turned off the water and took aim, Letting loose a volley of piss,Hot, golden, thick and pungent,Drenching my stomach and pubes and cock,Running down my hairy legs,Pooling at my feet,A yellow lake.He laughed, I laughedAs we watched his flow slowly subside,The few last trickles Hanging thick from his foreskin lipMixed with precum,A golden honey thread.I enjoyed it.So did he.The next time we were togetherHe asked again,Keen to empty the full tankHe’d been saving upJust for me.I surprised himNaked in the shower,Kneeling down Mouth open, Ready to drink.His cock twitched at the ideaAnd his piss hit me in the faceWithout warning,A torrent,A dam bursting,Hot and yellow and sharp,Covering my face,Filling my mouth,Warm and spicy on my tongue.Pissing through his generous foreskinHis water splashed all about,Hard to direct throughThe folds of his skin.Enough made it into my mouth though,Filling my cheeks,Running down my chin,Forcing me to swallow.He waved his cock aboutLike a sprinkler,Pissing in my hair,My eyes,My nose, My mouth,Everywhere.Then I started, Cock hard,Over my stomach,His legs,The wall,The floor,All over.Adrift in a sea of our Mingled
