Somethings Are Better Than Sex

The summer vacation was coming to an end. We went out to the lake one more time, my mother and us and my aunt and my cousins. The boys always slept up in the loft, the girls slept in the bunk room. Our mothers in the adult room, with the bathroom.

I had to pee and I climbed down from the loft and went into the bathroom. For us kids we didn't have permission to close the door. I was pulling my pants down and my aunt woke up and came in the bathroom. She told me she was going to help me and she pulled down my pants and stood behind me holding my penis so I would aim right. When I was done she shook my penis and squeezed out one more drop, pulled my pants up and patted my butt and sent me back up the ladder to the loft.

I asked a girlfriend to hold my dick when I pee, she called me a pervert. Women just don't understand, having your dick held by a girl's warm hands when you pee, feeling their breasts around your neck, their soft cheek against your cheek, shacking your dick when you're done, helping squeeze the last drop or two out. That feeling is better than sex.