The Pee Graduate

[PeeOV330 104]

Note! This is not exactly erotic fan fiction of The Graduate (1967) but an idea that pulls the concepts and dynamics of the movie and adapts it into pee eroticism. I'll update this with chapters in this thread as I go. I may re-edit segments after the fact as well. 

First Chapter Contains: A man catching a woman peeing. 

Further chapters will contain a young man being caught peeing by an older woman, him catching her peeing,the two of them peeing together, desperate peeing, drunk peeing, and trans woman peeing.

Chapter 1: The Ride Home

June 14th 11:30am

So, I've had a shitty run of things lately. I'm 26 and unemployed, I had went with an English major out of a love of literature but had no career goal with it. I had an office job for about two years and got laid off. That was 6 months ago. I was living in my apartment with Joanna, fully supported by her, and it wasn't working out. We were never really meant to be together, let's be honest. We started dating in fourth year uni and moved in together once we graduated because it made sense. That was 4 years ago and we no longer made sense. She wanted her own place and I agreed. So here I fucking am, an adult loser moving back in with his parents. How very millennial of me.

I had pretty slowly moved most of my shit to my parents' place over a few trips, borrowing their car, I never thought I needed one in the city, but I'm a suburb fucker now so I better get used it. But today I'm just bringing myself, riding the train, since their car is gone with them on a trip to Maine all summer. I'm going to be isolated, without even my family, alone in that stupid town where I don't know anyone anymore. My home with Joanna just no longer exists. Probably should have ended it earlier, we got along, never really fought but we just kind of lived our own lives. Never gelled sexually, either. I've occasionally brought up kink stuff but she was never comfortable with it and I wasn't going to force her. We had some fun with gender play, and ropes but never got to do what I was really into, piss play. I had seen her pee a few times, never something she wanted me to see but sometimes we've been drunk and she was bursting, she would not mind that I was in the bathroom but she'd get mad if I looked. So, it's mostly been piss porn for me. In fact, it's gotten worse as time went on, I would regularly jerk off to piss porn, at least once a day. I just can't stop thinking about it.

In fact, I even had a good experience on the train. I'm on a VIA rail train, early morning, on a random Tuesday (they're the cheapest), in the dinky caboose. I'm at the front end, one of the few seats that faces the back of the train, it's the last car so I can zone out and stare out the back window, watch the tracks and the foliage disappear into the distance. It was hypnotic and I could be lulled to sleep, like most of the other passengers on this, pretty empty train.  Every once and a while I'd watch someone shuffle over to the bathroom, right by the back window, and obstruct my view, they'd slide the door shut, the red light would turn on, and I'd stare back out the window and think.

At one point during the trip I see a woman stand in the aisle, wobble a bit with movement of the train. I see, from her reaction to the wobble, that she's groggy, just woke up, and must really have to pee. She was gorgeous, thick red hair, mid thirties, was wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, a comfort fit for the train ride. She stood up and adjusted her pants, the train shook her and she was thrown a little, pulled her self back up, she was not fully awake yet. As she stood up, I see a subtle rub crotch adjustment and a soft, somewhat agonous moan. I can't help but get excited a little but I'm not a freak, I need to not stare. She gets to the front, enters the bathroom and i start to stare out the window a little but then immediately notice, the light has not turned on, the door is unlocked.

Without thinking I am now standing in the aisle. I don't know how this happened, there's a twitch in my chest, my knees subtly shake, my teeth are chattering. What am I doing? I didn't choose to stand up, it just happened, my feet are moving towards the bathroom. People can see me, I'm a pervert about to prey on a woman. But, no, it doesn't look like that, right? I'm not going to touch her, I'm not going to do anything. I'm just getting up to use the bathroom, she forgot to lock the door, anyone could just open up and see. It just so happens that the person who will do that is doing it on purpose, but there's no way she would know that, or anyone. So this is harmless. Right? I reassure myself as I move up the train car, trying to stay upright but also keeping in mind that this is time sensitive. The average mammal pees for about twenty seconds, plus the time to get in position. I know it's felt like an eternity but it actually hasn't been twenty seconds by the time I get to the door, I turn one last look back to the car, nobody is looking at me. All doubts and self hatred slip away as a grab the little handle and swing the door quickly open.

The sound is immediate, I firm hiss of a strong, caffeinated piss on a metal train toilet, that's what I register first. It's all in a split second so I know I can't look her in the eyes first, that's when the moment ends and me, a normal person who didn't know someone was in here, and not a pervert, politely shuts the door. I see her legs, she is wearing white socks and sandals below her sweat pants, that are pulled a little lower than her knees, pulled not as low as the pants is her underwear, frilled and green, bunched up between her soft white thighs, a little above the knee. Her legs are closed together, all I can see at her crotch is the faint suggestion of her red hair. On her legs rests her elbows, she's slumped over, her head in her hands, curly hair not held back from the hands, all over the place around her arm. There is a look of relief on freckled her face, eyes closed, they open to see me, her face turns to a charming grimace, as the hissing stops, she lets out a quiet "agh", and I say "oh shit, sorry" and go to close the sliding door. I slam it shut and slink into the closest unoccupied seat, sweating. 

My heart is racing and after a few seconds she emerges, looks at me with an embraced smile. I stand up, say I'm so sorry. She closes her eyes, smiles, shakes her head, and says it's her fault, not to worry. It's not true but I have got away with it. I'm a worthless piece of shit and I've learned nothing but hey, I liked it. I enter the train bathroom after her. It's clean, no real evidence of her left behind, not that I was looking for it, but I lock the door, sit down and start to jerk my uncut cock. Unfortunately I don't get to finish before my stop is called. I get up, blue balled but excited, pull my pants up, and get ready to leave the train and start my new stupid fucking life. 

[whiskey35 295]

Good start to the series @PeeOV330, looking forward to the next chapters.

[JustMe_ 50]

This is great. Really like your style of writing.

[PeeOV330 104]

Chapter 2: Mrs. Robinson

June 14th 2:30pm

My hometown is not the city I'm used to, and like most small towns across North America, there's functionally no transit. For me to get from the train station to my home would be another hour so my mother arranged a ride for me. Her old best friend, Mrs. Robison is waiting for me in her beat up old Honda Civic. As I exit the train station I see her hand give a subtle wave through her open window. I throw my bag, the last of my stuff coming home, into the back seat and enter the front. 

"Aww, Ben, how you doing?", she asks and she leans over the console to hug me. My name is Ben, by the way, probably should've brought that up. I haven't seen her in years, she looks a little older than I remember, but she's always been very cute and very fun. She's a stout lady, I wouldn't call her chubby but I wouldn't call her thin, a nice face, with natural chestnut colour still in her mid length hair. Her freckled face has a bit more of a droop to it than I remember but her small nose and huge smile make it look younger than the mid 50s she is. 

I give her a quick overview of my current situation but she quickly drowns me out, she's an overbearing fountain of excitement, there's a young country girl energy to her that she never lost. She reiterates some info to me that I've already been given the rundown on. She's not divorced but they're working on it. In the midst of the working on it, she'll be crashing at my parents place for a while. The two of us are in surprisingly similar situations. 

We get back to my parents place and she lets me out. Mrs. Robinson might be newly single and in my parents' place like me but she's certainly not unemployed like me, so she's back to work. She drives off with a promise of us, catching up some more when she's done. 

I enter the big empty house. I've been in a one bedroom apartment for years, at least I have some space now. It's one floor and an unfinished basement, three bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a dining room and just one bathroom (unless you count the Pittsburgh toilet in the basement, that I only use if I feel like doing a bit for myself). I go throw my stuff down in my bedroom, it's been stripped of all things mine, and been used as a guest bedroom. Of course because of that, which I forgot for a second, the bedroom is no longer mine. Mrs. Robinson got first dibs on the guest room. A peak in and I see a bit of a mess, which was surprising for me. Underwear and other dirty clothes strewn about, and nicer underwear than I'd expect for a woman her age. 

I throw my bag with the rest of the random boxes of mine into what used to be my older sister's room and now is just random messy storage. I want to lay down but it's been a long train ride and I need to fucking piss. 

I still haven't even taken my shoes, flat low top converse, and I'm feeling slobish. Nobody's home, I'll just fucking piss with the door open. Who cares anymore. I look at myself in the mirror, wearing a thick plaid jacket, rolled up sleeves and a blue t-shirt underneath, light blue jeans, a well trimmed beard and short dark hair. Honestly, I still don't look so bad. 

I adjust myself and rub my cock over my jeans. A full bladder usually gives me a semi but thinking of that red head on the train is kind of pushing me over. I take of my belt and give myself some extra room, top button of the jeans off and fly down, whip out the cock and balls, getting firmer by the minute. At this point, I might as well just cum before I piss, it'll make everything easier. 

I squirt a little moisturizer onto my right hand and rest my left on the wall. I'm in a classic pissing position, dick pointed at the toilet, leaning over but I'm jerking it. I always loved jerking in a standing piss position. Ive jerked in a urinal at work before, just feels so natural. I have a good memory, I bite my lip and close my eyes as I look up, I don't need any porn today, I'm just finishing this off. After, honestly, only a minute or so I burst, I get most of it in the toilet but a bit flies up onto the seat. Whatever, I'll clean it, i wipe the remainder off with toilet paper and I compose myself. 

An orgasm is great, we are well aware of this but a post orgasm piss is honestly much fucking better. I've never been one to pull my foreskin back when I piss, I just let it fill for a second and burst out. If I would to watch in slow motion it would be like a canon burst, I love it. I let out a thick, clear stream, it smells refreshing. I go from a hand on the wall to a whole fore arm, I let my still firm and fully extended 7" cock dangle in front of me as I listen to one of the loudest pisses I ever let out. In that listening I hear a subtle "oh"

Standing almost right next to me is Mrs. Robinson, and I can't help but notice that she's looking right at my cock.

"haha sorry, I.. uhh" she adds, before starting to turn away. In the second she says that, I attempt to fein modesty here. I cover my cock with my hand but, in my stupidly I stick my hand right in the stream, covering the tip of my dick. The stream splashes all over the place and I cant stop, I get it on my pants and the floor and all over. She sees that and looks very embarrassed. She shuts the door for me. I keep peeing as she adds "that was my bad, I'll clean that up for you, don't worry", "no, I got i", I respond, before she comes back with "no, I feel bad, I insist"

The stream fizzles out and the last few spurts spray out, I decide to let her clean up, only after I take care of the cum. I open the door. Mrs. Robinson stands right in front of me. I apologize but she interrupts with her own.

"Sorry, you didn't know I'd be home! I just turned around to grab my travel mug and go pee before heading back to work. That's not your fault. Plus, your the man of the house, right? I'm just the guest here, you should be able to pee with the door open if you want" She laughs to her self, a very charming laugh, she puts her hand on my shoulder.

I blush, I want to jump on that, say I'll take her up on her offer but I can't get a word out of my throat. I shouldn't say that anyway. Should I say that she also has the right to pee with the door open? No, dammit, it was a joke, you're being stupid. You're being a creep. 

She looks at me staring for too long and says "alright, I've embarrassed you enough" and she enters the bathroom. I half expect her to keep the door open to keep things fair but she puts that barrier back up between us. I stay by the door and look down at my pissy pants and the throbbing boner underneath. The door is thin and after a few seconds I hear a firm, racehorse like hiss emerge from the other side, my body clenches. Maybe we're surprisingly simular in more ways than one.

Edited September 18, 2023 by PeeOV330

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Chapter 3: (Not Golden) Shower

June 14th 7:30pm

I spend the rest of the day having no idea what the fuck to do. I have no car here, no life, I just spend a few hours scrolling through social media. I should probably start job hunting right away but I'll give that a few days. I get a text from Mrs. Robinson saying that we'll order pizza tonight, "we should have dinner together on our first night as roomies", sure, why not!

I run to the liquor store because what else am I supposed to do here? My parents keep a decent stock of liquor and wine but they didn't get me any beer. I get myself a cheap ass two four of stuff I don't even like, I think of my self as like a cool beer snob who drinks local stuff but I barely have a thousand dollars to my name so I'm just gonna buy cheap and get drunk. 

I load up the fridge and am waiting for Mrs. Robinson to get off work. She has seen my penis now, wild stuff. Basically fully hard and pissing like a fire hose too, I wonder if she's thinking about that. I'm really looking forward to spending time with her, I'm not thinking something is going to happen, I'm not that deluded. I just think she's fun, she's a good hang, and unlike the times I knew here in the past, we're equals now, both adults, peers. So if she wanted to do something... aww, fuck it nah. 

I needed to recenter myself, I didn't remember when she got home but it must've been soon. I'd been pacing and a nice warm shower will get me back on track. 

The one real bathroom in the house is due for a remodelling, I always preferred a nice cool shower that's, like, just a shower, as apposed to standing in the bathtub. This shower curtain is also ratty as all hell, it's got a few holes in it. They could've put the effort in to get a new shower curtain at some point in the last decade. 

I strip in the bathroom and check myself out in the mirror. I don't look terrible but I do look like a guy who was not actively looking for a woman for a while. I got a gut, I'm pretty fucking hairy, at least my dick's not too bad. 

I hop in and I'm not even washing myself, just vibing in the steam. Then I hear a noise, Mrs. Robinson is back, that's earlier than I thought. There's rustling and steps going around. On the bathroom door I hear a light, friendly, rhythmic knock. The door open slightly, she sort of pokes her head in a little, I can see her in the eye level hole in the shower curtain, she can't see me.

"Hey Ben! All settled in?"

"Yeah, yeah, been chilling all day, work was good?"

"Never!" She laughs "Mind if I just pop in to pee? I won't peak at you, I promise"

"Yeah, of course!"

Fuck, that's an instant raging boner from the suggestion. She can't see that I'm looking through the curtain, right? She def wouldn't be able to see that I'm jerking, that's for sure, no harm in that.

She half assedly closes the door behind her, it bounces back a little, slightly ajar but she doesn't mind. Coming back from her job (what does she do again? Bank? I'm thinking bank), she's wearing a tight knee length black skirt and black tights underneath, above is a semi tight light gray pull over. I see her shimmy the skirt up and tuck down the tights to her knees. She's wearing black panties, a slight lace on them. She's talking as she gets in position.

"So, pizza still good?"

"Uhh.. yeah, yeah, hell yeah, pizza"

She pulls the panties down to her knees as well and lifts the seat, squatting above it. Fuck, she hovers. God dammit, that's good. The toilet is parallel to me so I got a side profile, a perfect outline of her ass, which is very white, pretty smooth and substantial, one of her larger qualities.

"I see you picked up some beer, mind if I dive into that?"

"H-help yourself"

She lets out a stream that I can see. I can not remember the last time I've seen a woman's piss stream. Fuck, it's not the strongest, a lighter flow, a little amber, I can still see a shine to it, not a rushing force. It's beautiful, I tried and position my body so that the shower can make as little noise as possible and I can hear what can only be described as proper "tinkle" sounds. I am rhythmically rubbing my cock, god damn. 

"Sweet, it's been a long fucking day and I need to drink. Let's get fucked"

I laugh then bite my lip.

"Yee, let's fucking go"

The stream starts to trickle out, there's not really the classic final burst that I always wait for. She grabs some toilet paper and does a quick and dirty standing wipe, one hand through the crotch and a swift drop in the toilet. She reaches to flush and stops herself.

"Oh whoops, almost flushed" She laughs, not knowing that I've already seen the whole thing.

"Thanks!" I laugh as well.

"Mind grabbing that for me?"

"Of course"

She completes the three step processes of pulling her panties back up, followed by her tights and putting the skirt back down. She comes up to the sink right in the middle of the shower and the toilet and begins washing her hands. I am standing right beside her, quietly jerking off to her, on the other side of a plastic sheet. 

"Oh, I got an idea!" She says as she finishes washing her hands for probably only 5 seconds. 

She runs out of the bathroom, leaving the door wide open, I pull the curtain back a bit and peak my head around, still with cock in hand. She runs back to the bathroom, bounding in a goofy fashion, with a big cheery smile, holding two beers. She enters the bathroom and sits one beer on the sink and looks at me, with raised eyebrows

"Gotta start the night with a shower beer"

I laugh and reach around the corner to grab it. I clink it against hers.

"Cheers!" I say we both drink.

She walks out and closes the door. I start chugging and begin quickly jerking. 

She opens the door again.

"Oh, is Canadian good for pizza?"

"Yeah, love Canadian pizza"

"Hell yeah, I'll order it now, it should be here by the time you're done jerking off in there" 

She laughs to herself and closes the door.

 

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Note: I'm dropping the time stamps on the chapter heads

Chapter 4: Dinner

Okay, she was laughing, it was a joke, she didn't actually think i was jerking off. I, like, know that, on some level. She didn't catch on to that. 

I don't finish myself though, I just down that beer and get out. I stare in the mirror as I dried myself, my teeth are chattering again, gotta take a few breaths to calm my nerves. I look at the toilet, she told me she didn't flush but she also dinner close the lid. A beautiful warm yellow with a crumpled messy swab of tp in the middle. For a second, like a flash, the thought of tasting it enters my brain but I quickly shut that down, impulsively flushing so I don't have a chance to do anything stupid. 

I take my time drying myself and dressing myself, that pizza has to be here soon, I'd say everything that I was thinking but it's just a repetitive spiral of excitement and shame. I slowly make my way to the living room. I see Mrs. Robinson, sitting cozy on the couch, she's changed into the classic lazy look, grey sweat pants and a black hoodie, it's very cute. She's curled up on one end of the couch, just scrolling on her phone and finishing what looks like her second beer. She waves at me and smiles.

"Can you grab me another?"

I respond "Of course" and come back with two for the both of us. She inquires about my day, we make some sweet little small talk for a while, until the pizza comes, she gets up to pay. I now have it confirmed that she must've been joking about the jerking off thing and she's put no thought to seeing me piss. I'm sure that does nothing to her, she's got a son my age for god's sake. 

She comes back with the pizza and I realize I was thinking about her son, Kieran, we were good friends as kids and I haven't talked in at least a decade, maybe more. I ask how he's been. 

She was putting a slice a pizza in her mouth and was clearly taken aback at the mention of his name, her eyes widen, she waves her hand, signalling "no" at me until she swallows. 
"No, no! You don't know?"

I stammer, confusingly

"It's Elaine now, has been for a long time."

"Oh!" I respond, "Good, good for her!"

"Yeah, you two should meet up sometime, she's so happy now, she's visiting home this week."

This is a pretty big surprise, I haven't thought about, who I now know is, Elaine for a long time. We would play around in my unfinished basement as kids, I remember that we thought it was so funny to pee in the Pittsburgh toilet, right in the centre of the room. Come to think of, I do distinctly remember her insisting on peeing sitting down, which I thought was weird for a boy. Now I know the reason is she wasn't a boy. And look what I've done, my thoughts have turned back to pee. I have to go anyway.

I finish off my third beer as Mrs. Robinson polishes off her fifth. I stand up and announce that I'm going pee. 

"Nooo, I gotta go" Mrs. Robinson says as she gets up too

"Uh.. well" I decide to have at least a little fun "Race ya?"

She doesn't respond, just starts bounding down the hall, I follow suit, giggling like a dopey kid. She puts her arms out as I approach but I duck under, just in time to get to the bathroom first, shutting the door behind me. 

In my last few steps, I already got my fly down, so I just undo the top button and pull down my boxers before the door flies open and Mrs. Robinson shoves me. 

"Ohh, just pee in the sink" she says as she puts the seat back down. 

I instantly stiffen, not just my cock but my whole body, I stand straight in front of the sink with a rock hard cock in front of me. 

Next to me, Mrs. Robinson does a single swoop to drop her sweatpants and black panties as she sits on the toilet. I suppose she's a little too modest to hover when she knows I'm looking. I am fully staring, my cock is throbbing and 100% not pissing as I listen to her make a strong, firm consistent hiss, like I never heard before. Her pants are fully dropped and her panties are below the knees, I can see the hint of dark, untrimmed her at the top of her chubby thighs, holding firmly together. Her eyes are closed and she's got a big smile, as she hums a single low note, almost harmonizing with her hissing piss. It winds down and she lets out some firm spurts as she turns to me, her face next to my cock. She lets out an embarrassed, pitting smile/frown.

"ohh, did i make you shy?"

"Sorry, a little, just got excited I guess."

"Here, let me help" She says as she wipes, still sitting this time, just a wad clumsily shoved between her legs, something I want to happen to me more than anything in the world right now. In one move again, she's standing, her pants and panties are up and then she flushes. "Here," she says as she turns my body towards the bathtub "let me aim for you"

"Uhh... If you say so," I say as she wraps her arms around me and grabs my cock with both hands "just don't make a mess"

"Well, I'll do what I can" she says before jokingly swinging my cock like a golf club. "We got all day, just let it out when you're ready, buddy"

I can't believe this is happening, her hands are so soft and warm. Nobody but me and Joanna has put there hands on me for what feels like a lifetime, my mouth trembles, I bit my lip. I straight up think I'm going to cum, holy shit, it's going to happen, wait, no, it's not. As if it was cum I shoot a very strong but short stream of piss against the wall.

"There you go! Keep it up" she shouts

I feel the rest coming and it bursts like a damn, strong, wide, clear and fragrant. It's shooting at an odd angle from the boner and a mist accompanies it. Mrs. Robinson doesn't mind, she's laughing, as she directs it left, right and all over the place, spinning it all in circles, up and down. Eventually it turns it a bunch of very short bursts and then a dribble.

"Bravo!" She says, "you piss like a god damn pro" She hands me a square of toilet paper and starts washing her hands. I let my cock dangle and stand, wordlessly

"Don't forget to wash your hands" she adds "I'll grab another round" as she leaves me in the bathroom.