My first real life experience was with me and my ex. I have a friend out in the country with a big pool and go out there in the summer. When I need to pee, I just go around the shed as do most of the guys. It’s out in the middle of nowhere, and none of us really care, it’s mostly guys, so we just respectfully step away for a quick leak. I got lonely out there sometimes, so I asked about inviting guests. My friend agreed it would be OK, so I brought my then girlfriend to come with me one day. We were swimming and I had to go, so I went where I always do. A little later she said she had to go, she asked where she could pee, so I told her to just go around the building. She decided to wait while, go in the house to the bathroom. A few weeks later, we did it again. This time, after we got changed I went to pee. While I’m mid-stream, she comes back and pops a squat behind me. As I finish I turn around and for the first time in my then 24 years, get to see something I’ve always fanaticized about. There’s my sexy girlfriend with her shorts at her knees pissing so hard it’s shooting a couple feet in front of her. I never did tell her about the fetish, and even though it was there, this made it SO much stronger. I looked at her and said something like “guess you aren’t afraid to pee outside then?” She grinned and we locked eyes til her stream stopped and she stood up. After that, every time we went to swim or were somewhere without a bathroom, it was never a problem, we’d just find somewhere private to go and pee together most times.
I found out after a while that whenever she would squat outside, her pee shot really far. Like, it went forward instead of down like you’d think it would. I didn’t think it worked that way. Needless to say, I love watching videos where this same thing happens. I guess it’s just an anatomical thing? Some girls are just built in a way that this happens? Was never brave enough to ask her.
A few times later, I was taking a break and having lunch while she layed on a beach chair. We were chatting and I told her I was going to pee before we got back in the water. She got up before me and went to the car parked by the shed to get something. A couple seconds later I started that way and she was behind the shed as I got there. I walked up as she pulled her swimsuit to the side and started a steady stream straight down right in front of her feet. I looked at her surprised and said something like “Well, I guess girls can pee standing up just as good as us guys… Mind if I join you?” She said no, so I pulled my cock out and stood shoulder to shoulder with her and peed. Pretty sure we were both watching each other. By the time she was done, I was so hard my stream was a dribble. She noticed, kinda giggled and gave me a sexy little side-eye. I tried to finish but couldn’t. So I’m standing there with my dick out, too hard to piss, and she’s watching me try and fail to shake the pee out of my dick. We got back in the pool, me still hard and her brushing against my dick, just gentle teasing but by this time, I just way too hot for teasing.
After this, it seemed like we were both trying to get a look. I figured out later when I’d stay at her place that she seemed to like standing at the bathroom door when I’d go to pee and she was always looking right at my dick, so I’d turn to give her a little better look. I made a joke once asking why she was watching me pee and acted all shy, put my hand so she couldn’t see anything. She came back with asking me the same question. It was at that moment I think she figured it out but neither one of us admitted it.
We aren’t together anymore, I really miss her these days. There will never be another like her, but I still have some sexy pics and some really good memories that I enjoy. She opened me up about my being comfortable in my own skin and made me see sex as a good thing and nothing to be embarrassed about, but made it better when the events in this story happened. I doubt I’ll ever find anyone else again due to my own hangups about my body size, the way I’m built below the belt, and “performance anxiety.” So I’ll share my story and “enjoy” those of the community, living vicariously through your stories and pictures.
