I'd made my mind up. I was going to just come out and say it.
I was expecting a package through the post and had prepared myself by wearing a white t-shirt, white boxers and white socks. The thought of what I was going to do made me hot and horny and, yes, hard. I wondered how long I'd have to wait before he showed. Mind you, I didn't know whether it would be a man or a woman. I had no idea. That was something else that made it so erotic. To be honest, I was having a really hard time keeping my hands off my private parts and wasn't even sure I'd be able to hold out.
I must, I must, I must. I tried closing my eyes and jumped with a start when the doorbell went.
I leapt up, still rock hard. Good. I adjusted my clothing so that my stimulated status could be in no doubt. With my penis pointing uncompromisingly under my shorts, I went to do the door and opened it. It was a guy.
"Parcel," he said, without looking up.
He handed me the parcel which I took and placed on the floor behind me. As I stood up and turned back to face him, he saw it: my bulge, my barely concealed hardness, my wanton display. I twitched. He tried to say nothing but let a little "wha..." slip before I took the pad and pencil from him and signed the form.
I handed it back. Now was the time.
"Would you like to come in and pee on me?"
"What!?"
No going back. My bulge bulged once more.
"Would you like to come in and pee on me?"
"Seriously?"
I couldn't see whether he wanted to or not but I figured that him not just leaving (the professional response) was a good thing and, in any case, I could wank myself to just this experience for the rest of my life.
"Seriously. If you would like to, I would love for you to come in and pee on me. No-one will know."
"But I'm not gay."
"Nor am I, I don't think. No-one will know. But I would like you to come in and pee on me. I want to know what it's like."
The postman let out a little laugh and subconsciously adjusted his trousers. Good sign!
"No-one will know... But I can't. You're crazy, though. I gotta go, man."
With that he turned and left.
Obviously, I'd have been staggered if he'd just come in and slashed all over me. Delighted, but surprised. I closed the door after him. I knew exactly what I wanted to do now. If he wasn't going to pee all over me, I'd have to do it myself. Time for a drink and to try and calm my cock down a bit.
I decided to put the telly on. Daytime telly is enough to remove anyone's excitement but my mind kept drifting to the complete abandon and sluttishness of asking a complete stranger to pee on me. My erection really didn't want to go even though I knew I'd need some softness to be able to soak myself. Still, I was getting plenty of fluid down. I was going to get drowned!
I tried to close my eyes and breathe slowly, just letting the words of the television fill my mind. I jumped with a start again when the doorbell went. I adjusted myself and noted with relief that my sex had subsided a bit and I made myself presentable for answering the door.
"No-one will know, right."
Guess who?
"Right", I said, "no-one will know."
"I can't stop thinking about it, you... you dirty boy. I'm curious, too, now; you've stuck this notion into my head and it won't go."