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Urine coursed down the legs, the arms and the breasts of the five friends. It drenched the pubic hairs, it streamed flat the hairs on Edwards chest and the even scantier ones on Neils chest. Edward opened his mouth and drooled out a mixture of Elizas and Samanthas urine down his cheek. Just as he never inhaled cigarette smoke, neither did he swallow the fruits of his passion. The five of them collapsed on the sheets, a mass of naked, stinking damp bodies, slightly chilled by the plastic underneath and clinging to each other for the warmth of their bodies, shivering from the cooling gay mature men urine. Samantha did what she could to keep it going a bit longer. She passed around the beers and the friends settled together, cross-legged or on top of each other, drinking quickly and making incoherent conversation. As always, Eliza rested her face on Samanthas damp bare thighs, while her best gay mature men friend stroked her sodden dark brown hair. She smiled silently and contentedly. She dearly loved her best friend. Not the love she would feel for a man of course. That is gay mature men, when the right man gay mature men came along. One who would forgive her for her trespass into premarital sex and would understand that virginity wasn everything. But until then she had her best friend, Samantha. So beautiful. So smart. Although this didn necessarily reflect itself in the results of her Maths tests. She was so fortunate to count Samantha as her best friend. They went everywhere together. And whatever Samantha did, Eliza did too. Finally, the beer top up did the job, and there was a brief reprise in the friends fun. This hardly lasted more than five minutes, and Neil couldn gay mature men be persuaded to pee at all. But Eliza got to taste Samanthas pee again, as did Sylvia, while Edward contributed a spare and unremarkable trickle of his own. Eliza peed on Sylvias breasts and Neils penis, which he held up between the two small but perky mounds. The urine trickled down the canal in the bosom and over Neils hairy, perhaps slightly tumescent, penis, his long foreskin still covering its end, and dampened the garden patch of Sylvias crotch and gathered in a small pool in Sylvias navel.

And then it was over. The five friends sat back on the damp, cold plastic sheet watching Yellow Rain and Golden Drizzle on the small screen of Samanthas TV. They gay mature men were soon more concerned with the mechanics of what they were seeing rather than the plot, which was characteristically rudimentary and gay mature men predictable. The only thrills in this erotic thriller were those when the cast pulled off their clothes and aimed their crotches at each other. "I don know why we watch this rubbish," commented Edward with a sniff. "The actings dreadful. The plots are risible. And you know exactly when gay mature men they e going to gay mature men start peeing gay mature men on each other. Its so flipping predictable!" "But thats why we watch it," argued Neil. "Its to see how other people do it. Otherwise, we wouldn know." "But, I mean, does everyone pee on each other in real life?" Edward wondered. "I mean, when you e married, do you still pee on the other person? Or do you, you know, do the gay mature men other things you e so supposed to do? You know, with stiffies and rubbing the privates together." "Well soon be finding out what its like for married people ourselves," remarked Sylvia smugly. "And anyway, they can very well show that sort of stuff on film, can they?" snorted Samantha. "Youve got to draw the line somewhere. I think that all the peeing is used as a sort of metaphor or something when youve got married people in a film. Thered be uproar if you were able to gay mature men watch people, like, doing it. Its private. And in any case, itd be absolutely gross gay mature men! I wouldn want to see that sort of thing." Eventually, when the film had finished after the inevitable scene where all the stars had gathered together to urinate on each other, Edward, Sylvia and Neil announced that they were tired and left. Eliza and Samantha tidied away the plastic sheet, which they let soak in the shower, while they washed themselves and their hair before getting into bed together. Eliza enjoyed the intimacy of washing Samantha in the shower rather more than the fun theyd had as a fivesome. Somehow, the time she spent alone with Samantha was worth more than the time spent together with all their friends. She sometimes wished that Samantha saw it that way.