This story takes place about three years ago, when I was living in a rented apartment with some other guys. At this time only a few people knew I was bisexual.

I was taking a few hours off my studying and was taking a bath. None of the guys were in; all of them were working. I was tired and the bath was hot. I must have drifted off. Before I knew it I heard the front door shutting. Mark shouted out, “Hello, anyone home? Stu, you here?”

I splashed in the bath and shouted back, “Yeah I’m in the bath.” There came no reply. A few seconds later the bathroom door burst open, and Mark walked in. I sat up trying to cover my hardening cock.

“Man do I need a piss,” he said, not looking my way. I was grateful he didn’t. He was facing the toilet and I heard his belt come undone and his zip a second later. I waited for him to start pissing but he didn’t. His jeans were starting to slip down and I could see the top of his ass. He’d not worn any underwear today. By this time my cock was so hard. I was hypnotized by the stray ass hairs sticking up at the top of his ass. A second or two went by and he still wasn’t pissing.

It was then that he turned around, soft cock in his hand and a wicked smile on his face. I was shocked into silence and didn’t dare move. His cock must have been about 7 inches long soft and really fat. He stepped up to the bath and leaned back. At which he let go, letting out a huge sigh as he did so. It splashed down on my face and continued to run down my chest and stomach, to form a pool of golden piss in the soapy water. At first I tried to pull away but I was stuck in the bath, I met a very cold tiled wall. He laughed as I tried to back away. He now started to take aim; he pissed all over my hair and my face. Then he strained himself and stopped mid-stream. “I know you love this, so open your mouth and have a taste you dirty little puff.”

I was so shocked; he had never spoken to me like this before. I started to shake my head no, but before I could say no way he punched me hard in the face. “You WILL do as I say bitch.” And he hit me again. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could, he started to piss again. It splashed over my face and then into my mouth.

It tasted tangy and salty at the same time. I had to admit it I quite liked it. It was filling my mouth and I gulped a bit of it down. He saw it and smiled, “I knew that you liked this sort of twisted shit you faggot.” He was coming to the end of his stream and it was at this point that he reached forward and grabbed my hair, pulling me towards him. The last bits of his piss sloshed down into my chest hair.

He breathed a huge sigh, “Man did I ever need that.”

There I was covered in horrible smelling piss, sat in a bath of horrible yellow water, with Mark still holding my hair. He pulled me closer to his