First-Time Golden Showers
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He unabashedly inspected me. I was standing in waist-high water, and I moved to a shallower spot so he could examine all of me. I’m not the best-looking guy in the world, but this boy’s interest was evident.
The guy kicked off his boots and slipped out of his shorts. He stood there in full frontal nudity long enough for me to appreciate his body: brawny, hairy, and hung.
He casually stepped into the bathing pool, adjusted to the cold water, then carefully walked over slippery rocks until he stood a yard from me.
He said, “Hi, I’m Max.”
“I’m Wesley.”
His smile lit me up. His square-jawed all-American face, deep brown eyes, and curly blond hair floored me. I felt joy, safety, and home.
We beamed at each other for what seemed like forever. On the clock, it was only a few minutes, though in a larger sense our mutual joy has lasted a decade. Our lives were shared; our home life was blessed.
Ten years later, on our anniversary, we returned to the state park and hiked to the waterfall. It was still beautiful, and again we had it all to ourselves.
The day was warm, so Max and I were sweaty after hiking in. We stripped off our clothes and waded into the water. Max was more beautiful than the day we first met. He remained so fit that he could lift me without strain. He’d grown a sexy beard and manscaped himself to highlight his pride, the largest pecker I had ever seen.
We don’t talk much; we express ourselves with our eyes, expressions, and body language. Max and I had become fluent in the non-verbal talk of love. We swam in the river, found our way directly under the waterfall, and danced as water cascaded over us. Our mouths explored anew all those orifices with which we had become familiar over the last decade. Yes, we fucked and sucked and did all the usual things. I must have cum half a dozen times.
Max asked, “Is there anything special you want today, Wesley?”
He rarely asked questions like that, so I paused before replying. “Special? What kind of special?”
Max drew closer and locked eyes with me. “Sexual special. Is there something we never do, but you’ve wondered about?”
There was. I hesitated but only briefly. Max wasn’t going to reject me for my dreams.
I said, “For a while, I’ve been thinking about…” I stopped in shame. My longtime lover might not cast me out, but he could look down on me.
“What is it, Wes?” Max took my hands in his, waist deep in the bathing pool, and smiled at me. He didn’t have to tell me: Of course I can trust my longtime lover with my secrets.
“Golden showers,” I said. “I want to watch you pee. On me.” His loving expression never changed. “For our anniversary, will you give me a golden shower?”
Max’s smile became a beaming grin. “Of course I will. It’s not like you’ve never been covered with what comes out of my dick.”
Indeed. I should have known Max would agree to my request.
He climbed up onto a boulder, which was a few inches above the water. I moved closer to the rock, in a shallow area where the river came up to my knees. Max’s glistening body stood directly in front of me, and his pecker a few inches above my head. I had a marvelous view.
My cock hung there limply. I was sore from our sex play and doubted I would get it up again that day. But I didn’t need an erection to love my Max.
His eyes widened with a question. I answered, “Ready when you are.”
I waited, quite patiently. Max’s uncircumcised pecker drooped over his nutsack. I see it every day, and still, his damp dick flesh set me tingling.
A few drops tinkled into the bathing pool, then a brief spurt caught the sun.
All of a sudden, Max let loose with a bursting stream of piss. His hands were at his side, so his pecker swayed all over the place. The sun reflected off the torrents of golden liquid, and yellow prisms flashed in the sky. Sadly every drop was going into the river.
“Hey!” I called, “Don’t waste it!”
Max knew I was joking but didn’t lose a second. His hand grabbed his pecker and aimed — right at me.
The river of pee splashed into my chest. Wet like the water yet so much warmer.
He adjusted his target and peed on my cock. It felt like jets of bubbling water in a hot tub. My dick and my balls bounced wildly.
Then Max sloppily shifted his pecker to direct his urine stream up my belly, across my chest, and on to my face. The liquid sploshed over my eyes, and for the moment all I saw was gold, Max’s pecker pissing on me, and his beautiful face.
I was in heaven. My handsome lover, through his massive uncut pecker, showered me with his piss. I received his pee as an expression of his love for me — beautiful, warm, wet, and golden.
Max’s piss stream tapered off gradually until his final rivulets splashed into the batching pool.
I was covered with his liquid love. Max stepped off the rock and back into the river. He approached me, grabbed my neck, and pulled us together.
We hugged. Max embraced me — he tightly squeezed my body even as it was coated in his piss. We huddled together until we lost balance and slipped into the water.
As our faces came above the surface, Max said, “You looked like you enjoyed that. I’d like to try it too. Will you give me a golden shower?”
“Of course,” I said, then moved up onto the rock.
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