He hadn't seen a guard since he'd left his car and been shown into the building. At the door he'd been greeted by Koontz personally. It had taken near...ly all of Bachman's composure not to laugh out loud. Koontz was short, pudgy and had the pasty complexion of someone who hadn't been on speaking terms with the sun for years. Even though it was evening he was wearing shades with glittery gold frames and nothing else other than red silk pajamas. He looked like the bastard offspring of Hugh Heffner. He analyzed and praised my work in front of them offering some critical observations. Then he, the National Treasure, directed me to join his studio in the spring as his intern.So, it seemed to naturally follow that he would ask me to come see him and his new work right away. He never mentioned that he wanted me to collaborate with him illustrating his next volume, a modern Shunga. I didn’t allow myself the fantasy that he was genuinely impressed with me and my talent, in keeping with my low. So come on peeps, if you like it write about it and if you do please mail me so I don’t miss it please. !what happens to someone to make them enjoy this? I am guessing that one explanation is that there was a wetting accident maybe so embarrassing that there was arousal? Maybe punishment, I like to think not but if punished for a wee accident it would make it wrong or taboo? So therefore arousing. I have had peeing accidents when I was very young, I vaguely remember the hot feeling down my leg. But it didn’t taste bad to me either. And it turned me on to be licking it up from Chris’s dick with my tongue.I licked my way up the underside of Chris’s dick-head, before playfully raking the tip of my tongue across his piss-hole slit a few times.Then I used my tongue to spread my saliva all over the head of Chris’s dick, before I finally moved back down to his dick-shaft, and began firmly licking the well-defined urethral “tube” that ran along the.