During our first year together, my college boyfriend became the first guy to pee in my mouth. As I mentioned in my previous post, I saw his being older than me as meaning he knew more than me (I mean, of course he did) so I tended to trust everything he told me. Plus I was completely obsessed with him and would basically do everything he told me.

We were lying in bed one morning after quite a heavy night out. He'd had several pints and we'd gone back to my college room where he had fucked my mouth before falling asleep. Our sex was usually about him cumming in or on me and leaving me to play with myself if I wanted to cum too, so this was all so far pretty normal.

When we awoke in the morning he needed to pee, but he said he didn't want to go all the way down the hall to the shared bathroom (university halls rooms in the UK are rarely ensuites). I remember being confused and said he could use the sink in my room but he said he had a better idea. He said that I ought to let him piss in my mouth, if I really loved him. This seemed to make a lot of sense to me in my slightly drunken state so I said that he could, as long as we didn't make a mess.

He pushed my head down onto his cock and told me to just relax and swallow as much as I could, and then he started to gently (thankfully) pee into my mouth. I remember gagging at the start, as the warm liquid filled up my mouth for the first time, a very strange sensation! I did my best to swallow as it kept coming for what felt like minutes, while his rock hard cock kept spraying into my mouth. Eventually he finished peeing and his dick shrank back to normal and I was finished showing him I loved him. He grunted, said "good girl, that wasn't so bad was it?" and rolled over and went back to sleep while I lay there feeling that it was a bit degrading but I knew it wasn't going to be the last time he used me as a urinal.

And it wasn't - sometimes he peed more forcefully, sometimes he told me not to swallow it and then we moved on to doing it in more public places - once at a music festival because the portaloos were gross, once in a cinema and several times out behind pubs or clubs during nights out. I can't remember the exact moment I started to treat it as normal, or at least acceptable, but I do know that any time a guy needs to pee now I'm happy to be useful for him.