I stood up with shaky legs as I held the towel against my ass.Jon grabbed his trunks and then asked if I liked to take a shower with him. I should of ...nown better but I accepted. We moved briskly to his room. I needed to use his toilet while he jumped into the shower. I burped and farted until all liquids had been expelled. Then I jumped into the cool shower. Jon began washing my body. It felt good, I felt really good. I told him how it felt. I soaped his cock and felt it begins surging with. When that moment came, I again turned off the lights in the hotel bathroom so it was pitch black and ran some warm water in the tub, filling it about three inches deep. I laid back into the warm liquid, imagining it was the piss of 100 hot men, all pissing on me Bukkake style. With feet raised up high on the wall above the faucet and cock rock-hard, I let myself go. This time instead of shooting it all over my hair, face and body, I let go a long stream and aimed for my mouth. I was able to. Reality lurched back into action.My wife shifted leaning over and... “You shifted. You did something naughty. Look at you, you’re panting.”“That wicked angel,” I groaned.My wife ducked her head down. Linda’s auburn hair spilled over my lap as she sucked on the tip of my cock. I gasped, my dick throbbing in her mouth. A spike of pleasure shot through me. My toes curled and my shaft twitched in her mouth.“Linda?” I groaned.Her mouth popped off. “Damn, your cock isn’t soaked in pussy juices. I. I looked down at Mr.Happy. My dick was still there, but it had shrunkfrom a rather normal 6 inches to a 2 inches in size. The hood hadretracted so it looked like a very large clitoris.My balls had largelyretracted into my body and a dry slit running from the middle of mytestes and creeping upward toward the tip of my former dick had formed.That I hid my condition for so long was problematic. At best, I would bestudied under a microscope like a radioactive cockroach or a delicatepoisonous.