Chapter 1 - Katherine
It was early morning, very early indeed, but nature was calling. Paulo could not get back to sleep, not with that feeling and the accompanying stiffness. Indeed, that feeling and that stiffness. He opened his eyes and smiled up at the ceiling: had he a woman in his bed, a compliant or keen woman awake, or at least ready to be woken to be amorous, things would have been different. He could have held off going to the loo and enjoyed the added feeling of urgency and sensation a full bladder gives to sex. His smile broadened to a grin as he thought to himself it would not really matter if this imagined girl awoke or not. Rather exciting to use her body without her knowing; fucking her in her sleep. What an idea; he had almost done it once, and to his sister at that!
Not his real, blood or half-blood sister - nothing so kinky. His father had remarried, and his new wife came complete with teenage daughters. Paulo had not grown up with them and did not possess those brotherly feelings towards them that came with growing up within a family. The occurrence was one night when the two of them, both girls old enough to know better but old enough to drink, had had far too much and passed out. And he had had to look after them both; get them to bed and make sure they were propped up and safe. Had he undressed them and put them in their pyjamas? Fuck, yes, he had. He hadn't actually fucked them, but got as close as you could without... He'd already been in bed when he'd heard the crash when one of them fell over. With little on himself he had rushed out and it had been much more enjoyable manhandling them upstairs and undressing them without any clothes on himself. His cock as hard as it was now. It had kept bumping into a great variety of bare flesh - and the amount of bare flesh had become steadily greater once in the bedroom.
Of course, he had ejaculated and very decorative it had been too. 'It' being his semen and the decorating had been to the sisters. They had both had such a hangover in the morning. Poor things. His head had been as clear as anything and there had been a light feeling in his balls and some very happy memories. It had taken just a bit of time to undress them and tuck them up. Time he had used very wisely, if massively inappropriately.
Paulo heaved himself out of bed. It was early, very early but already light. A glance at the mirror. Should he dress for his trip to the bathroom? Too early for Mike to be up. No, he wouldn't be up yet. Yeah, all men together in the bathroom, but not with his cock like that. That would be embarrassing! Was he hard? He smiled at himself. As hard as he had been in that bedroom with his stepsisters indeed. Paulo reached for his shorts and then said, "stuff it" out loud. Mike would not be up, he was a late riser, and the bathroom was just up the corridor.
Mike was, indeed, a late riser, but that was normally, however bladders do fill in the night especially if you've been up quite late drinking beer. The two young men met, to their horror, at the junction of the two corridors at right angles where they joined with the hallway, right at the point where a window caught the light from the rising sun. They had not heard the other, bare feet make little noise, and it was not just their feet that were bare, both were entirely naked, and both sported very firm morning erections, not simply erect but both fully peeled back and as hard as anything. Natural as anything at that hour of the morning but... It could only have been worse if they had actually bumped into each other, penis to penis, perhaps even knob to knob.
"Fuck!"
"Fuck!"
Not a traditional greeting but both were shocked. They might have scurried back the way they came but that would not have been very manly. They stood their ground and 'stood' was the word.
"Fuck Mike I didn't expect to see you. What the F. are you doing here?"
"Going for a leak hence..." 'It' was so very present.
"This is so mega embarrassing. I've never..."
The absurdity of the situation hit Mike first, "I don't think we exactly embarrass ourselves."
It was true and rather gave carte blanche to look at each other's cocks.
"I expect Lorraine was happy with that."
"I had no complaints. She didn't half like sucking it. Mike looked up at Paulo, "and she could take all of it you know."
"Fuck, no! She swallowed all of THAT? I'd like to have seen..."
"You'd like her to have done it to your cock, eh?"
"Phew! Yeah, can't say I wouldn't!" Paulo looked around pretending to be looking for something. "Where are girls when you need them. We're right out of stock. I couldn't half do with a fuck... or a suck. What she like then? Does she shave?"
"Landing strip, sweet little furry strip as blond as blond..."
"Mmmm yeah, I like blond."
Mike chuckled, "Landing strip, certainly guides you in. Shows you where your cock goes, line yourself up with that and you'll have no problem."
"Sure, I wouldn't. Nice and wet?"
"She certainly gushes."
A groan from Paulo, "Fuck, Mike, that isn't helping my cock go down. Can't really pee like this. I'll miss by a long way."
"Well it was you asking about Lorraine. Hasn't helped me either. Shall we go outside and pee in the shrubbery. Hands free! No need to aim!"
The two of them were alone in the house. They were there doing some work for the owner, building work and as he was a friend, or a friend of their fathers, he was more than happy for them to stay there and have a bit of holiday as well. A nice hillside house, away from others; well away in fact. So, no worries about being overseen when walking naked down a path in the early light without a stitch on and, strongly, tumescent. It was not something they had done before, though they had sometimes worked naked for that overall tan Mike particularly had seemed to want to cultivate, perhaps for Lorraine.
"Lovely morning..."
"To be UP and about!"
They laughed as they walked. The tension of their unexpected meeting evaporating. It was, actually, rather good to be out in the garden. Just a bit peculiar to be like that but... well, they were men of the world...
At the end of the path iron railings guarding a drop down the hill. The two friends stood looking out over the valley watching the early light cast long shadows, the iron top to the railings pressing against their stomachs and their erections each pointing out between pairs of railings. It was a surprisingly good feeling.
"It's going to be a fine day."
"Finer if we had a fuck first."
"We didn't bring that piece of equipment."
"Pity old Mr Jessop doesn't have a live-in maid."
"What, a 'please feel free to use her whenever you feel the need,' sort of maid?"
"Something like that. A little Filipino or something."
"Something a bit exotic, so not going to be your blond, Paulo. More a black, furry little snatch."
"Beggars can't be... Hey, why can't it be a tall Nordic type. Pale skin and a really hairy..."
"You like them hairy then?"
Paulo nodded. It was surprisingly enjoyable standing there talking about sex with Mike; Paulo's bladder almost painfully full, aching for release, yet feeling so aroused by the talk and thoughts. "Yeah, I'd like her snatch so hairy you could almost get lost in those blond curls. Have to find your way through and... shall we have this pee then?"
"No need to wait for me. You don't normally when we're working."
Quite true, they simply stepped away and took a leak right there beside the house, wherever they were working; sometime against a tree, sometimes not.
"Why haven't you then? Too shy to..."
"What, with my cock sticking out like this through the railings. Not like catching a glimpse at the stalls is it! Never thought we would be in this position and talking about blond girls' pubes isn't helping. Mind you, as a topic... I do like the idea of parting all those blond curls and finding a way in... Go on, whilst we are in this absurd position, let's see who can wee furthest."
"OK. On your marks, get set, GO!"
It was not immediate but first from Paulo and then Mike's upstanding penis shot strong streams, not down but up into the air and then curving in a parabolic arc before falling down, many feet below them. Impressive? Well, yes and no; it all rather depends on what impresses - and indeed who is to be impressed. Certainly, the streams were strong and the penises hard and standing well.
A sigh from Paulo, "Relief. Strangely almost as good as sex. I think I have the edge on you."
But a contraction from Mike forced his stream temporarily a little higher and further than Paulo's before it dropped back.
Competitive males - and they knew it and laughed at themselves.
"Ever done anything kinky with a girl... in the 'watersports' line?"
"Nope. Nothing like that. What sort of thing were you thinking of - instead of watering the shrubs down below, we drenched our little Filipino's French Maid outfit? Then does she do the same to us?"
"Something like that... I wonder what it would be like to have her hot wee splashing on our cocks?"
"Pulling her little white knickers aside."
"Already be rather wet."
"We could go second." He paused. "Actually, be quite nice just to tuck one's knob into those knickers and let go."
"Yeah, she's standing there all neat in her maid's outfit and we just lift her skirt and tuck ourselves into her knickers as if it was the most ordinary thing."
The strong male streams had died away to just a trickle. Paulo moved his hips banged his cock against one of the vertical iron railings. It seemed rather more appropriate than shaking it. It made a dull noise. It made them both smile.
"No, I haven't either. Not the easiest thing to ask a girl, 'do you fancy peeing on me or me on you?"
"Or both."
"Yeah. You rather want her to suggest it." Mike paused, "I suppose it's not strictly... well, I have had a wee in the shower with Lorraine when we've both been in there together; not really watersports as she didn't know what I was doing all over her bottom! Of course, other liquid went into her shortly afterwards."
"You fucked in the shower?"
"Yeah me behind her and she pressed against the tiles."
"Pretty nice. I'd like to have done that or seen it."
"Been with us in the shower?"
