Before Jeff could scream anything along the lines of “Kyle, stop” or “Please, I’m in the toilet” or even “For the love of God don’t do it”, Kyle had turned his head upwards, sighing with relief as his urethra relaxed and his bladder emptied. Kyle hadn’t peed since last night, and had drunk a lot since then. Three bottles of water, two glasses of lemonade, two cans of Mountain Dew, and a cup of fruit punch. Needless to say, the pleasure of ridding his insides of all the urine produced by these beverages satisfied him more than said drinks had satisfied his thirst. Kyle was in heaven, groaning and moaning, pee streaming out of him and causing him to shiver with ecstasy.
Jeff, however, was in a very different situation, the head of his penis-body being sprayed by the Golden stream coming from Kevin’s proverbial firehose, soaking him in piss and, convincing with the foreskin of his body, leaving him with a waterboarding-like effect. Jeff tried to scream and get Kyle to stop, but his words were garbled by the rush of fluids covering his “face”.