Barnaby stretched as he awoke. Light was filtering in through the closed curtains. His already sizeable cock, limp at eight inches and fully erect at eleven and a half, was stiffening in his briefs and desperate for relief. It was that common condition known as early morning wood, perhaps not surprising as in his case as a glance of the clock confirmed that it was 10.17 and he knew he'd not peed for around twelve hours. Also, he was feeling massively horny, knowing that Alice, the gorgeous girl he'd met at uni was sleeping in a bedroom just across the landing. Although he needed to pee quite badly the sexual urges he was feeling were far greater than the urinary ones he had at that moment. Unable to control himself any longer, Barnaby pulled down his briefs, releasing his massive aching cock and began to masturbate, rubbing the underside of his enormous tail and stroking up and down as he did so. Now twenty, Barnaby had been a masturbator for as long as he cared to remember, but had done it on what might be called a regular basis since first cumming when he was eleven. Depending on the mood she was in at the time, on the occasions when she'd caught him at it his mother had variously yelled at him, told him to stop 'playing with himself' whatever that meant or asked him if he wanted to go to the toilet. Quite why something which felt so good and so right could possibly be so wrong mystified him. With a bigger than average cock and urges which he couldn't put a stop to even if he'd wanted, leaving himself alone hadn't been an option. Secrecy had been necessary though and he'd often had to indulge his habit quickly on the quiet when he thought no one was around. Back from uni for Easter he and Alice, his new girlfriend, were staying at Aunt Anne's. Whatever else might be said about Aunt Anne, in Barnaby's experience she always had a smile on her face, had never been cross with him and, coming from a different branch of the family (she was a Timpson by marriage, not blood) was decidedly more liberal than his mother. He didn't want to abuse her hospitality but somehow felt that she wouldn't mind if he jacked off in bed so long as he was careful and didn't make a mess. Sensing that he was about to cum, Barnaby quickly grabbed a wad of tissues from the box on his bedside table but didn't quite make it in time. Hot, thick, creamy yellow cum oozed out of is swollen cock and landed on the clean bedclothes. Damn! Reaching for more tissues Barnaby did his best to clean up but without much success. He figured that it probably wasn't all that much, maybe a quarter of a pint or so, but it still seemed to get everywhere! Despite what he'd just done, Barnaby was still feeling incredibly horny and hard. Completely discarding his briefs, he threw the bedclothes to one side and got up. His enormous member still glistened with sticky cum. Driven by an urge he couldn't control, Barnaby found himself heading across the lading to Alice's bedroom. He found her awake, looking as though she was studying the pattern on the wallpaper, but his appearance slightly startled her. As she cast an eye between his legs a grin crossed her face. She couldn't fail to notice how hard, swollen and sticky he was. Hey big boy. No prizes for guessing what you've been up to! Couldn't help it, Alice. The thought of you so near and yet so far was driving me mad. Look, you know you said we could do it sometime. Well, how about now? Alice's mouth dropped wide open. What, sex? Won't your aunt mind? What if she catches us? Barnaby pulled back Alice's duvet and fondly kissed her. Oh Aunt Anne won't mind. It's Sunday and she's at church. She said something last night about serving at the Sung Eucharist or whatever it's called, and asked if I'd like to go along but I said 'no'. It's half past ten now and I bet she won't back before eleven fifteen at the earliest. I'd say we'd three quarters of an hour at least what about it. Okay, just so long as you're sure. Come here big boy! Never been more sure in all my life. Although Alice half dragged into her bed, Barnaby certainly needed no invitation. He kissed and caressed Alice as she lowered her black lace panties and parted her legs in readiness to receive his enormous glistening cock. Although he was hard, he entered her nervously and with difficulty. Alice looked him in the eye as he struggled. Barnaby, this is your first time, isn't it? Although he hated to admit it, Barnaby knew that he couldn't lie to Alice. There was something penetrating, searching, about her gaze. Yes, he gasped, it is apart from solo, that is. I wanted to make sure it was the right girl first. Now I am sure very sure. I thought so. There was a knowing tone to Alice's voice. I'm so proud of you, saving yourself all up for me. I want to be really fucked hard though! Barnaby gradually worked into a good rhythm before cumming, just as Alice reached orgasm. However the strain on Alice's full bladder proved too great to contain and as he withdrew she started peeing uncontrollably. Like her boyfriend, she'd not been all night. His erection subsiding and the sight of Alice peeing was too much for Barnaby and the floodgates opened as rich, copper coloured, early morning pee cascaded from his huge penis. As both their pee streams subsided to a gentle trickle before finally stopping, they collapsed exhausted into one another's arms.