I caught hold of my emotions before disbelief registered on my face. ‘I wanted you to be the first to know Paul because you’ll be working very clo...ely with Marissa through this transition.’ ‘Yes. Of course.’ I set myself on auto pilot while Walsh and Marissa prattled on about planning meetings, productivity reports and cash flow projections. Son of a bitch, I raged inside. ‘It’s good to be working with you again, Marissa and…congratulations.’ I managed to say it without sneering. I bypassed her. There were two queen-sized beds in the room. We moved to the beds, him on one, me on the other. He stripped out of his clothes, revealing his perfect eight-inch cock. I wanted it so bad, but had to respect his wishes.I just had to push the limits some. I moved to his bed and moved so I was lying down with my face between his legs. I wanted a close-up view of him stroking his cock. I was so close, I was breathing my hot breath on his cock (still not touching, right?). This was driving him. His cock was halfway hard, but it didn’t stop him from pissing at all. He pulled on it a time or two, pushing and pulling his foreskin over its big purple head, and then pulled it back one last time and began to piss. But once this attractive stud started letting the piss flow from his cock, he abruptly turned just a bit and aimed it on my cock. This guy was pissing on my dick! Somehow I managed to stand still after he surprised me with this act, and just let my cock get pissed on by this. While my glimpse was out of fear to see if the erection was visible, hers was purely out of some primal instinct with neither intent nor purpose. At the exact instant when both of us saw my erection, it was both instantaneous and a lifetime, as though time had ceased. It was both a reaction to something exciting and a complete freezing of the mind too numb to react at the turn of events. We both looked at each other without uttering a word. We didn’t know what to say and neither wanted to take.