He stared at the naked, ripe beauty sprawled across the drenched sheets—legs splayed wide, breasts rising with each shaky breath, her eyes locked on Chad, face radiant with post-climax bliss. A blowjob would've been nice, but this'll work, he thought, a wry edge to his resignation. He had never jerked off in front of anyone before and isn't sure how to make it entertaining or exciting. He definitely doesn't want her to criticise his technique. Come on, Chad, he urged himself, you've jerked off literally thousands of times in your life—you can do this. Bolstering his confidence, he started stroking his shaft as she watched, her gaze fixed on him.
Her lips parted, and she whispered, "Y-yes… just like that… keep going…"
Chad's face twitched with nerves as he faced Kerry, hesitant yet driven to show off. But as he started, twirling his dick in a wild windmill spin, a rush of excitement took over, his eyes sparking with thrill as he put it on full display. Then, with a flex, he gripped it two-handed, rolling it like thick dough—slow, slick, and deliberate, making sure she saw every move. His fingers slid down, teasing his balls for her benefit, until a sharp sting flared—his balls still ached from earlier, when Kerry had ridden him hard, her butt slamming against them. Wincing, he shifted tactics, wrapping it in a five-knuckle grip, pumping steadily to keep the show going.
Kerry's eyes flashed. "You're damn good at this…"
"Well… I've had plenty of practice," he quipped, a cocky lilt in his voice. Not his smoothest flex, but he owned it.
She grinned faintly, her voice a husky tease, "Oh, I bet you have…"
Pumping harder, his fist a relentless blur around his throbbing shaft, a tight, pulsing heat coiled deep in his core—starting low in his gut, then surging upward, electric and urgent, prickling his skin with sweat. Breath hitched, chest tight, the pressure built, teetering on the edge. Gasps escaped his lips, ragged and strained, "I'm… I'm about to… shoot…"
She shut her eyes, a sultry smile on her sweaty face, mouth open wide as she breathed, "Go ahead, bad boy… Hit me with it…" —her voice husky, quivering, neck arched, desperate to feel where his load would land.
Preparing to aim, he liked her tits—yeah, definitely liked her tits. But compared to his waifu? Well, they aren't even close. He hasn't actually seen his waifu topless, but in his mind, hers are better. Still, Kerry's are still a solid 7 out of 10.
Her mouth gaped open, so maybe he'll shoot there. I really want to see her reaction when it lands on her face and inside her mouth, he thought, blood pounding. This is a live wire, ready to blow.
He flicked his wrist sharply, and it erupted—hot, thick ropes blasting dead centre into her waiting mouth and some splashing over her face.
She swallowed it and licked her lips, and then more went over her face, shooting from his, and then Chad thought, "Oh, no… This isn't cum…. This… this… is urine!"
Chad's face transformed into a mask of shock. He often tried to jack off at home, and many times, urine had come out of his dick instead of cum, soaking his bedsheet or his waifu, but now, he is doing it in front of a person… a girl… and all over them.
She gulped it down, tongue sliding over her lips, when another surge splashed her face, jetting from his dick. Chad's mind spun. More flooded out—hot, fierce, way more than his usual cum—soaking her tits, coating her torso in a slick rush, stretching his pee orgasm long and wild. He was hooked; wow, if this were cum, it'd feel even better!
Kerry sprawled, drenched and moaning. "Got more for me?" she asked, her tongue snatching drops, her eyes gleaming with a wicked glint. She didn't know what Chad had sprayed, but she didn't care—she just craved more of something hot and wet, straight from his sexy dick.
"I sure do!" His voice cracked with raw intensity as he unleashed a steamy, glistening stream—the relentless surge pouring from him in a hot, unbroken arc that splashed down over her quivering, sweat-slicked body. The release felt better than any before, far exceeding the meagre spurts of his usual relief—coursing through his veins, igniting a prolonged, pulsing thrill that shook his core, leaving him light-headed, breathless, and utterly swept away in the endless, ecstatic high.
Glancing at the newspaper clippings on the walls of Bishop's bedroom, he continued to spray his stuff over Kerry's naked body, spread out on the bed. He sees the framed newspaper article saying, "Guinness World Record for Furthest Cum Shot Distance Ever."
Sure, it wasn't cum—technically—but Chad gripped his dick, aiming high, and sent a stream of piss soaring past Kerry, stretching an extra four feet to splatter across one of Bishop's posters—a vivid Kiss×sis anime scene of a nude boy and girl locked in a kiss. He grinned, convinced he'd just smashed that Guinness record.
Then, he looked at a newspaper titled "The Toilet King Strikes Again," which is about a guy pissing all over the floors of public toilets.
He readjusted his aim onto Kerry, a smug grin spreading across his face. As the stream of urine began, he roared, "I am the Toilet King now!!" His voice echoed through the room as he let the final trickle splash across her bare skin, the liquid trickling down her body in uneven rivulets. The warm liquid pooled on the sheets beneath her, the acrid scent mixing with the stale air of the bedroom.
Those curse words uttered by Chad seemed to stir rumblings from behind the walls, as if they had summoned a demon. The sound of a door crashing open echoed, followed by the quick, sharp noises of something moving—fast and purposeful. Footsteps grew louder, their pace quickening, each step drawing closer.
Kerry lay there, drenched and utterly spent, her face a mask of deep satisfaction—eyes softly closed, energy drained, a faint, contented smile curling her lips. Chad had just finished over her, his hot release glistening across her skin, basked in the aftermath of his sexy dick.
The bedroom door burst open with a loud bang, rattling on its hinges. A voice, sharp with disbelief, demanded, "What did you' just say?!"