Masturbating and Peeing Discovery

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This happened 25 years ago when I was atttending college in a large midwestern city. My roommate was a very sexual girl always making comments and suggestions which I was too shy to follow up on. I had led a sheltered life at catholic school. I would often hear her masturbating in her bed during the evenings and while I occasionally touched myself and had orgasms I would never do it when she was in the room.



One Sunday Trish asked me if I was up for an adventure. It was a dreary November day and absolutely nothing was happening on campus. When I said yes she told me to come with her and we went for a walk off campus and along a major street. After a half mile we came to an Adult Movie House which was advertising 'Sunday Ladies Day' during which women were admitted free with the purchase of a regular ticket. Trish squeezed my arm, pulled her baseball cap down over her short cropped hair and passed $6.00 through the window.



Apparently the guy at the window had assumed that she was a guy which was understandable since she was almost four inches taller than me. 'I have always wanted to go to one of these places,' she whispered as we entered. I was frightened out of my mind and so nervous but I did not know how to say no so I went along with her into the inner room which was so incredibly dark that we could not see a thing except for the movie that was playing on an old screen in front of the room. We were obviously going into a place that had once been a regular neighborhood movie house.



We slipped down a side aisle feeling our way to the middle of the room until Trish found a row of seats that seemed empty and then we moved all the way into the row and sat next to the side wall. After a few minutes when we were able to see and we could begin to see what was happening in the room. There were two couples in the middle of the theater, one of which seemed to have attracted several men who were sitting close to them. That couple seemed to be 'fooling around' while the men watched. The back rows included more than ten men who were openly masturbating, some alone and others touching each other. When we listened we could hear sounds of moaning and grunting from them. The front rows were even more amazing. Up there, there seemed to be several sets of men who were taking turns receiving and giving sex to each other. Trish started pointing out the most interesting of the men and trying to guess exactly what they were doing to each other.



As we watched we began to notice that several men moved close to us, apparently hoping for a show like the one that was happening around the couple in the middle of the theater. I was terrified, but Trish stayed calm and told me just to relax. She never took her hat off and her loose fitting hooded sweatshirt disquised the fact that she was female.



After a few minutes our new male neighbors became bored and moved away and when they did Trish decided that we should move. We got up, walked to the rear of the theater where there was free popcorn and a soft drink fountain, filled up two large drink cups and went back into the theater. As we walked back down the aisle we could see exactly what was happening in the back row. There were at least a dozen men sittng with their erect penises out masturbating furiously. And several of them were touching each other. 'Don't stare,' Trish chided me.



We returned to the middle of the Theater and found seats in a nearly empty section of the middle row, and tried to watch the movies which were contrived and not well acted, but the naked bodies were arousing and as we sat there I could see that Trish had let her fingers drift to her crotch. She was wearing loose fitting chino pants and I was wearing tight stretch jeans, a mistake as I was to later find out. But we sat there watching the movie as well as the sex that was happening all around us.



After polishing off the bag of popcorn and my 32 ounce diet coke the urge to pee soon became overwhelming. I told Trish that I had to visit the ladies room but that I wasn't going to go by myself. I was wondering what we would do since she was still pretending to be a guy. The lighted ladies room was on the left side in the back so we left our drink containers at our seats and made our way back past the rear rows of masterbaters. Trish said that she was also going to visit the ladies room but when we opened the door we were shocked to find every stall taken by men who were performing sex on each other.



One kind man who was apparently waiting for a turn, put his penis away when he saw us and offered to try to clear away a stall for me to use, but I was so freaked out that I left, with Trish following closely.



Back at our seats, Trish said that she really had to go bad too. And there was no way that we were going to be able to walk all the way back to our dorm room without going. Trish suggested that if we touched ourselves the urge to pee might go away and she immediately returned her fingers to her crotch where they had been for several minutes earlier. 'Go ahead, do it,' she urged.



I was so desperate that I followed her lead, letting my fingers dance along the croch of my stetch jeans and at frst the pressure relieved my urge to pee, but then it came back more powerfully than ever. There I was in an adult theater next to my friend to who I had never even confided that masturbated desperatly pressing against myself to relieve the need to pee.



Suddenly Trish announced that she couldn't hold it any longer. Then in a smooth motion she pulled her pants down a little, placed her soft drink cup under her vagina, leaned forward and let a stream of urine go, moaning in extacy as she did it. She filled her cup, placed it on the floor and returned her pants to where they had been.



As she did she confided in me that she had managed to cum just before she peed.



'Go ahead,' she urged handing me the second cup. But my jeans were too tight and I couldn't make it happen, and worst of all our furtive motions had attracted several men to our row of seats to see what was happening.



'Oh my God' I whispered 'I am going to have an accident.' 'Touch yourself again' Trish urged and I did but it didn't help enough. 'I'm leaking' I whined to her. Then Trish decided to help. Leaning over toward me she pressed her hand against my crotch squeezing my vagina through my dampening jeans. 'Try to hold on,' she urged.



It was too late! As if by a magical signal I let my urine go and at the same time had a massive orgasm. Trish maintained the pressure against my crotch as I gasped, rocked against her hand and completely wet myself. It was the most powerful sexual experience of my life and when it subsided I collapsed into my seat. Two of the men who had moved close to us to watch applauded.



Trish and I left the theater as soon as I got my strength back and returned to our dorm room but our relationship was changed forever.

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