There are two great liquids that come out of a man’s cock. Glorious cum, of course. And golden piss. How is it possible that we can’t always remember when a fetish was born? I have a faint recollection of hearing Madonna say that she liked to pee in the shower. I think I gave that a whirl shortly after, in my late twenties. Fast forward to today wherein I’m a bonafide piss junkie.
My fantasy is to be involved in a group piss scene. But in the meantime, I’ve been lucky enough to meet other pissers who love it as much as I do. I’m a giver and a receiver. Let’s make a laundry list of the ways I’ve played with piss, shall we? If you came over for some piss play, here’s what I might suggest we do: drink from the tap, piss in and on our clothes, piss in our beer and enjoy, fill a glass with piss and enjoy (preferably both our piss mixed together), piss in bed (I have a great mattress cover bought online through Fort Troff), piss in our faces, in our pits and lick them clean....shall I go on?
Because I only put dicks in asses with condoms on, I haven’t had the pleasure of pissing in a buddy’s ass, nor vice versa. But I think the wildest thing I ever did was to save up my piss for a few weeks in whisky and coke bottles, until I had 20-25 bottles. With an awesome piss pig, we stopped up the tub and filled it with hot water, and then put the saved piss bottles in to warm. When the piss was warmed up, we emptied the tub of water, stopped it up again and dumped all the piss in the tub. We got in with our clothes and had sex and talked and smoked and had sex some more, peeling off our clothes slowly in the process. This old piss was rank, and divine.
On Xtube, I met a fellow piss pig who can shoot his piss so damn far, it’s a wonder to behold. He mentioned that he experienced cumming and pissing at the same time, a feat I’ve never experienced. What I love is that you can piss all night, many times over, whereas cumming might be a one-shot deal, pardon the pun.
Oddly enough, I don’t relate a piss scene to a humiliation role play. Years ago, a friend revealed an experience in which he was being picked on by bullies as he sat on the grass eating a sandwich. He tried to ignore them and eat in peace when he felt the unmistakable warmth of piss wetting his back. I could see the humiliation of this experience relive itself as he related this story to me. What I didn’t have the temerity to ask was whether that experience had in any way morphed into a fascination with piss play for its inherent humiliation factor, as can happen. How many of us were secretly attracted to the homophobes who made our lives miserable?
It’s You Readers who continually crack my head wide open when you write to me about your sexual likes and dislikes. You make me rethink things. For example, I had always thought I preferred the taste of piss watered down, by water or beer, etc. But one of You wrote to me and revealed that the rank piss that isn’t watered down at the start of a piss scene is great too. Hmmmmm...
When masturbating, I’ve been known to place a tarp under my chair at the computer, watch piss porn and piss whenever the need strikes, right there at the computer. Taking it a step further, I was emboldened by vids on Xtube wherein men piss trashed their whole room or house or garage. I’ve gotten as far as piss trashing the bathroom. This means spraying my golden stuff all over the bathroom, not caring where it ended up. There was a primal freedom in marking territory like a dog.
Three nights ago, I chatted with a guy on Recon.com, and revealed my fantasy of going away for a weekend to a secluded place, where in the summer warmth we could piss outside to our hearts content, pissing on each other all weekend, staying naked and wet away from the real world. This guy said he had a little place outside the city. Now wouldn’t that be fun...