***NOTE: This story uses italics for emphasis and inner thoughts/monologue***
Intro to Kink
Every Saturday, Ryan spent six hours of the day trying to earn extra credits toward his high school diploma. It was this or spend a few weeks in summer school trying to catch up with everyone that had already graduated, making him the only 18-year-old guy not partying during the summer.
Ryan wasn't much of a people-person, and he didn't really know the other seniors there, outside of their names (the teacher insisted on taking attendance every time). And during class it's not like it was social hour because, it seemed to Ryan, the rest of the class actually wanted to be there. They all had notebooks out and all eyes were on the front of the room as the teacher lectured; everyone scribbling to copy the notes from the projector.
One day, while the class was listening intently to a particularly dull bit about how the number of petals on a flower tells what type of seed it has, Ryan let his mind wander. And, as with many a teenager, his thoughts turned to sex.
But Ryan felt he was a little different than the typical guy his age because Ryan had become particularly interested in some kinks. Not the 'I blindfold my girlfriend while we have missionary sex' kind of kink but the 'spank the girl until she's red, pour hot candle wax on her body, and then make her beg for permission before she's allowed to cum' kind. Ryan felt open to what some would call "depraved" and wanted to try many aspects including being a Dominant or submissive, pee play, rope play, choking, and the list goes on.
Today, his interest was piqued by the idea of pee play. But since he didn't have a partner to play with, he decided to go to the bathroom on one of the breaks the class got to experiment a little. He could hardly contain himself; the mere idea was making him hard, and he had to shift around in his seat to try to relieve some of the pressure. Luckily, his desk masked his growing bulge, but he would definitely need to keep calm if he was going to get out of the class without also raising any suspicions.
When the time to go on break finally arrived, Ryan got up from his seat, with his bag strategically placed on the desk in front of him, and slowly joined the crowd as they headed toward the door. He was careful to sling his bag onto his shoulder only after he got away from the group and began heading toward the most distant (and almost never used) bathrooms that would still be open.
As the door swung closed to this desolate restroom, his pulse began to quicken, his body seemingly knowing it was in for some fun. He went to the large stall at the end while he undid his zipper. His cock had grown again, reaching its full 7-inch length, making it more of a challenge to free it from his boxers and pants, but once it was out, he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Ryan couldn't help but squeeze his cockshaft before leisurely stroking himself trying to bring some relief in order to do what he came here to do.
Ryan wanted to start off slow: get a stream going and then see where that leads him. His cock, now slightly deflated so that he would be able to piss, was in his hand and his back was toward the ajar stall door as he aimed for the toilet. After a few seconds he felt the familiar pressure and then the sound of his golden stream hitting the water in the bowl.
He smiled while his cock twitched slightly, this was the moment he was waiting for, and his internal excitement was building. He took his dick, foreskin pulled back and out of the way, and swung it toward the door to the stall. His urine wetting the floor, wall, and sink in the large handicap stall.
Ryan knew he was turned on by the idea of peeing in unconventional places and onto women, but he didn't realize it would get his heart pumping with adrenaline and spark a fire in his groin.
When he looked up, however, the bottom fell out of his stomach and his bladder immediately shied because standing in the doorway to the men's room was a girl. And this girl was looking directly at him as the last couple drops of urine splattered onto the floor. Ryan hastily scrambled to shove himself back into his pants as his mind raced with trying to figure out how he was going to get himself out of this. But his mind kept focusing instead on the figure before him.
This girl was the raven-haired, pale-skinned beauty from his class. She usually sat all the way in the back, presumably to be left alone, and never spoke in class unless the teacher chose her to answer a question despite her obvious desire to not actively participate. Even when attendance was being taken, when her name was called (Isabella) she'd just sullenly raise her hand until the teacher looked up and acknowledged her presence.
Now here she stood before Ryan, still not saying anything, just looking at him and the state of the bathroom around him. No doubt, Ryan believed, she was trying to process what she'd just walked in on. But before Ryan could say anything to try to explain away him peeing all over place with a semi-erect penis, Isabella spoke.
"Please don't stop on my account," a smirk tugging at the corner of her full, black lipstick-colored lips.
"...what?" was all Ryan managed to get out, his head swimming as he hastily tried to think of how to explain away what he'd been doing.
"Well, you looked like you were having fun and I don't think you should stop just 'cause you noticed I'm here." As she spoke, she stepped forward while crossing her arms and only stopped when she was just a couple of feet away from Ryan. "I'm Izzy, by the way."
"Uh...hi? I'm Ryan...."
"Right. You're the dude from class that was trying to hide a raging hard-on when we went on break. Now I know why...."
"How...?"
"Why else would you have been carrying your bookbag in front of you like that?
"Yeah, I guess it was a little obvious," he chuckled a bit, almost forgetting about getting caught by a girl with his dick in his hand. Then Izzy rose her hand as to dismiss the errant thoughts.
"Anyway, please continue your..." that devilish smile had returned to her face, subtle & wicked as she finished her sentence, "...fun."
"I wasn't really doing any--"
Ryan had started fumbling with his fly, trying to hide the evidence so-to-speak, when he had started talking, but Izzy took two steps and closed the distance between them causing his words to fail him again.
"Now, now. We've only just met, and it would be a shame to start out this relationship with lies, wouldn't you say?" Ryan nodded his agreement, his words still absent. So, Izzy asked, "May I?"
Once again Ryan nodded as Izzy placed her hands on his, pulling them away from the fly of his pants. Ryan's heart was pounding, not really knowing what Izzy was doing or why. His mind adrift, his cock hardening (despite his initial attempts to will it into submission), and now this girl was undoing his pants. Then, as Izzy tucked her thumbs into the sides of the waistband of his pants and boxers, she looked right into Ryan's eyes, held his gaze for a couple seconds, and then lowered herself along with his clothing until all were at his ankles.