Wally’s leg jittered a lot when he had to pee. It turned me on to no end but I had no idea how to break it to him that I got so turned on watching him pee. Or need to pee and dance around. Watersports wasn’t exactly a well-looked-upon fetish, even in kinky circles. But it made me so hard, every time. Even after I started HRT - and erections were more challenging. Watersports got me bone-hard in seconds. It was just what did it for me.
Edgar is who I was. I didn’t hate the name, which is why I didn’t mind letting Wally call me Eddie still. He accepted me and if I asked him to stop and only call me Emma, I know he would. He’s been my best friend forever. And when I came out as Trans - he finally felt it was okay to have a crush on me. His parents are stodgy Presbyterians from Philadelphia, they didn’t approve of him following me out west to the middle of nowhere Nebraska for college. But they would rather him go to some Nebraska State School than no school at all.
I spent the summer after high school starting my journey on becoming Emma. It was easier than it would have been ten years ago. Anyway, I know I want to keep my dick, it's not the main source of dysphoria for me. It was the masculine body hair. I was always getting full-body waxes - I know they are expensive, but the one time I went too long without one - I got so depressed it was hard to leave the house.
Anyway, so we were at this party one night, or whatever, right? Some Frat party - Sigma Upsilon Kappa, something I can’t remember the Greek, they were loudly drinking and Wally was too. So much that he had to pee. I got hard when he said he had to, leaning over to yell in my ear over the loud music - like some secret. And I knew where the bathrooms were so I walked him over there to stand in line. Anyone with a watersports fetish always knows where the bathrooms are in any place at any time.
He’s wearing these tight jeans that are starting to sag down and show his ass crack as he dances around. He always wears shirts that don’t go long enough over his pudgy, very adorable, and cuddly chubby body. The line is longer than his patience and he starts to swear and hold himself physically.
I seized my moment, “Hey, you can just pee on me. I can hold my mouth open and try to catch every drop.” I framed it like a joke with a little bit of a flirt undertone to it. I am not sure if it came fully across that way or if my anxiety ate the sexy out of it.
Wally turned half-frozen in his pee dance and looked at me with his gigantic brown eyes - made bigger by his glasses. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me,” I said teasingly. I didn’t realize at the time that at least two other men heard me offer that to Wally and were also interested.
Still shaking he looked me up and down. With a grimace of restraint, he grabbed his crotch harder. “Fuck it, I can’t hold it. Get on your knees then, it’s gonna happen now.”
I easily got down to my knees and he fumbled himself out and sprayed my face a good few seconds before it got in my mouth. It was warm and bitterly strong. I gargled it a bit so it dripped down my chin and down my chest, with my small and perky tits - my nipples pressed against it, feeling the hot piss dampen my shirt. It was like a jolt to my girlcock. I was so fucking horny now. He shook his dick once he was done. And as he was tucking himself in, he looked at how the line had moved to queue up behind him.
