The following story is true on every detail. I wanted to share it wih you guys after reading some nasty stories that are also true.
I think I started to like piss on late 1997, when I went to Canada to work for 9 months. I am a Mexican Engineer who used to work for a canadian company. It happened just a couple months before I left Vancouver. I lived in downtown Vancouover and visited a gay library where I liked to see the X rated book section. Just before I was ready to leave the library because all books didn't take my attention, there was a yellow magazine. It was a Watersports Magazine. I was shocked! I never imagined that there would be men who dare to drink others' men piss. The more I looked at the pages, the more I got amazed and horny. This was a whole new world that I just heard about but never stopped to think how it was. I went home still trembling with the thoughts of those images of men opening their mouths to take man piss. I was trying to remember the taste of piss, that I once tried when I was 9 years old when taking a shower. I remembered disliking that flavor. I looked at the web page and I jerked off and tasted some of my own piss that night, but to be honest, I couldn't go farther.
The change came when I came back to Mexico. I must mention that in large city like Mexico City, there are all kinds of problems, just like people throw garbage on the streets without getting any ticket.
Soon I realized that truck drivers and cargo drivers don't have many places to take a piss when they drive, so they usually piss into plastic soda bottles and throw them on the street!! After work, I realized that when driving back home I used to see a couple of soda bottles laying on the side of the road, with an unmistakable yellow liquid filling them, sparkling under the sun. On my way home I have to cross an industrial area with lots of trucks, trailers and cargo trucks parked everywhere.
So I started to fantasize thinking on sweaty men taking a piss into bottles and leaving them next to the road...(for somebody to pick them up!).
Every time I spotted a bottle on the street I started to plan on ways to make a quick stop and try to grab the bottles. So there was a day I couldn't resist to stop, open the car door and took the bottle without any driver seeing me picking it up.
The first day I was so horny, with my dick so hard, and had a bottle filled of man piss sitting on the passenger seat. "Oh my" "I can't believe a man brewed this thing" -I said to myself while driving, then placed the bottle in between my legs to warm its contents and drove still trembling of excitement. But that day all I could do is smell the contents and couldn't stop my dick of shooting its load. I threw the golden contents on the grass and carefully dropped the empty bottle in the wastebasket...
On the following days I developed an ability to spot piss bottles on the side of the road. I used to take joy rides arround the industrial plants to pick up the more bottles I could. Soon I realized that some of the bottles were not as fresh as I wanted because they were on the streets for more than one day or some bottles where dirty or muddy. Then I learned to see them by speeding down to recognize the fresh ones. My next experiences where to jerk off by smelling and washing my hands with the piss of 2 or 3 bottles.
As weeks and months passed, I started to get really anxious about the need to find a good bottle and try it, yes, this time I had to taste the yellow liquid in them and drink it if possible. I was at work so horny that I couldn't concentrate. So I left my office and went fishing on the lunch break.
I could not believe how lucky I was when I found a coke bottle filled with piss just one mile from work. And it was warm! Possibly brewed half an hour ago!! I was hard as a rock, and took a look at the yellow contents: like man wine: a beautiful foamy yellow. I opened the bottle and smelled the contents: Licked the bottle, then, in a big impulse, I took a large drink into my throat and swallowed it.
"Oh my" I was so close to cum while parking on an avenue, lots of cars passing, so I started to drive back to work with my half filled bottle. I took a second drink while parking the car. "What have I done?!"-I said to myself. Then I spitted on the floor, but the piss flavor invaded my nose, my mouth so I started to concern about some co-workers may smell my breath. Luckily I had some chewing gum in the car. Still trembling went straight to the washroom, jerked off and washed my mouth and my hands.
When I realized that taking self piss or other man's piss didn't have any negative effect on me, even without rinsing my mouth and having the urine flavor and breath for one hour. I started to look for bottles like an addict. Sometimes I left the office for half an hour and came with empty hands. Then I realized that bottles use to show up after lunch because previous days bottles are picked up during mornings by the garbage service. Truck drivers usually take a piss after lunch: this means I had to look for them after work. I've been lucky with warm bottles a dozen times.
One day I spent more than an hour and took 7 bottles home. I swear everithing I write here is true. One bottle was warm, so it tells me it was just brewed. It was a concentrated one, and tasted it on the way home. I realized that piss from different men taste different too. The foamy and strong piss is very salty and comes on half a bottle. The light one is very good to taste and usually come on almost filled bottles: this indicates that this man drunk a lot of water or soda before taking a piss. I took the 7 bottles home, then warmed up the contents by placing them all into a bucked with warm water, Then served the man piss on different glasses. There I was, so horny: ready to drink man piss served on glasses, and I had plenty left to take a bath after... That day I discarded 2 out of 7 bottles because they were not fresh. But I emptied the other 5 bottles on glasses that I enjoyed during a couple hours while watching TV, then took a bath with the rest of them. My stomach was filled and started to piss an hour later. I was so horny thinking that I was recycling piss of 5 different men who I will never meet, just thinking I was like an human urinal where 5 men took a piss one after another...mmmm
I can say I pick up for a bottle of piss once a month. I can say so far I've taken piss from 30 different men. Now I have started to like strong foamy piss rather than light piss. I never felt better in my entire life. On the last months I met two pissfriends, whom I see sometimes and we provide each other piss. I thing the bottle addiction will last regardless how many pissfriends I meet because of one reason: There's nothing more delightful that shaking a piss bottle to make foam and see it's color, and wonder who may had brewed it. And the different flavors tell me what those men may have eaten , if they drank beer or coffee or they had a smoke, The sweet piss comes on Coke bottles because they drank a coke. I find interesting to learn about it.
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