Behind the Nightclub - Sex Stories

Behind the Nightclub

... that! I have to get back and actually, I erm…” he cleared his throat, “I need a piss. Too much beer,” he winced. “You’re running away to get to a toilet?” Daniel nodded. I snorted derisively, “Don’t leave me for that, do it here.” The courtyard obviously got used as a toilet all the time, the stench gave that away. “Unless that’s just an excuse?” “No! No excuse,” Daniel assured me. “I’d love to stay longer with you but I really need get to a toilet.” “Why? The toilets in the nightclub probably smell worse than out here. Why do you want to use them?” I rolled my eyes, “if you need to pee go ahead, I won’t look. Then you can give me that hug.” “I dunno,” he frowned. “It feels wrong.” “Oh, come on Daniel,” I urged, “stay with me a little longer. Five more minutes, that’s all I’m asking. No-one will miss you. I’ve waited a long time for this,” I admitted. Daniel shifted uncomfortable, “I know.” My jaw dropped. “Pardon? You…you know?” Taking hold of my hand Daniel spoke softly. “Yes, I know.” My body shook; not from fear, not from excitement but from the misery of loss. He knew I liked him and he liked me…but he was about to marry another. I’d left it too late. “Come here,” he said gently, “you can have your five minutes, more if you want.” His weight shifted, “I still need to pee though, sort of now-ish!” “Do it. I’ll look away,” I said stepping back. “Promise?” “Cross my heart.” I lied. I stood there eyes wide open as Daniel unzipped his fly, fished out his cock and turned to ...

... face the pebble dashed wall. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, I was mesmerised. The man of my dreams had not only fucked me but also liked me and felt comfortable enough in my presence to take a leak right in front of me. There was something incredibly intimate about that and undeniably erotic. I was shocked to find my cunt throbbing as I watched Daniel stroking his cock to relax it. How strange, the Daniel I created in my dreams never ended the evening by pissing up a wall but with my body becoming increasingly aroused by sight in front of me, maybe he should? “Aren’t you going to turn away?” “Oh, sorry,” I blushed as Daniel’s voice broke me from my trance. “Hu-hum! Still watching!” I was. I couldn’t help it. The colour in my cheeks deepened but my eyes didn’t move. They remained locked onto Daniel’s crotch waiting for his penis to erupt with piss drenching the wall in front of him with a warm golden shower. Daniel turned and glared. “Sorry,” I stammered, “it’s just erm, well, I ur...” “Would you like to watch?” he asked with slow deliberateness. “Watch?” I repeated, my mouth gaping. He tilted his head a little, “Watch me pee?” I bit my lip, may as well be honest. “I..erm…yes?” The corners of Daniel’s mouth creased into a devious smile. “Okay, watch this.” To my utmost surprise he faced out into the courtyard, pointed his cock skyward and released a fountain of urine which arced through the air showering droplets of gold upon everything in its path. “Oh, that feel so fucking ...