I spent a large portion of my adult life searching out mature men who would not minding donating their urine for my drinking pleasure. The best episodes were ones where you did not ask for it...and this was one of those many times.
It was late March and the weather in South Jersey was still cold and damp. I had my day of in the middle of the week and I went to a local convenience store to get a sub for lunch.
Upon walking into the establishment, I noticed a man I had seen there quite a few times before. He was a transient, in his fifties. He stood about 5'10", was thin with a little paunchy belly, dirty jeans and work boots. He looked like he had taken a recent shower as his hair was neatly combed and didn't have that "cigarette and wet newspaper smell" on him.
On occasion, I would open the door for him and he would say hello once in a while, but I never thought of him in a sexual way. I prefer larger, blue collar types that are mature and straight acting...the best kind to get piss out of in South Jersey. I did find this fellow interesting though, and unknowing to me, this guy noticed that I would look at him quite often.
This particular morning, it was raining and I stood outside the door waiting for the rain to subside so that I could get to my car and not get drenched.
This small man walked over to me, greeted me and asked if he could ask me a question. I said, go ahead. "I hope I'm not being too forward, but I have noticed that you look at me a lot when we run into each other...is there something you want to ask me?".
Not being good at small talk, I answered, "I don't mean any harm, pal, I did not know that I was that obvious".
With a deep, smoker's voice, he said, "Sometimes I noticed you looking at my crotch, and that is ok", then he smiled and grabbed a handful of soft cock.
Again, I apologized and he said that he wouldn't mind a little companionship once in a while, "if you know what I mean".
The rain tapered of to a light drizzle and he walked off to the parking lot. I wanted to say something about sucking him off, but the words didnt come out. I waited a minute and walked to the parking lot too.
Upon getting to the corner of the building, I noticed that this guy was waiting at the rear corner of the building and was looking at me. He motioned me to follow and I did so. In the back of the store was a dense series of trees that you cold easily get lost in. He found an opening and walked into the thicket. Here I was, following someone who could have easily pulled a knife or a gun and did some real harm.
I followed him for about a minute or two and there was a clearing, a yard and the back of a small trailer. This was apparently the back way to his house.
There was a small opening in a chain link fence and I walked in after him. He stood there, and I walked in and sat in an old rickety lawn chair. He turned to face me and pulled his zipper down. He walked over to where I was sitting and told me that we were safe and no one would see us.
"Ok, boy, before I can get it on, I gotta take a leak", he said as he pulled out a smallish uncut dick.
It's skin covered the entire head and came to a point at the end...just my favorite. It started to drip piss.
It was then that lust took over and I said, "No need to waste it on your bushes, stick that beauty in my mouth and let me have it". He laughed and placed the cock in my mouth and almost screamed, "Finally, I got myself a pissdrinker...Don't suck, I won't be able to pee". He added, "I have always wanted to do this, but I could never find anyone interested".
After about ten seconds of waiting, a long hot shot hit the back of my throat. It was a very tasty and salty brew, like he had been drinking coffee all morning. As hard as it was to swallow, I did my best.
As he was unloading, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and said he wanted to see his piss going into my mouth. I opened wide and he continued, I confirmed what I thought earlier...his piss was very dark in color, was very fragrant and very strong to swallow. With my mouth open, and the rain started to continue, I let some of piss flow out of my mouth on to my clothes. His flow stopped and I noticed that he was standing in front of my mouth as a man would stand at his favorite urinal. He pulled his foreskin back over the head and shook his remaining drops onto my tongue...His cock also grew to a nice seven inches.
He asked if I wanted to blow him. I had time, so I said that I would. We went into his very unkept home.
Pizza boxes and Chinese food cartons thrown everywhere, a piss scent was very noticable in the house and he walked over to a sofa bed that was already pulled out and there were copies of female porno all over the bed.
He took off everything except his undershirt and sat on the bed. "Well it isn't a Hollywood mansion, but it is home to me", he confessed. "I'm usually into women, but since I've gotten older, I have to get my nuts off anyway I can", he added.
I sat on the bed, pushed him back and proceeded to suck his seven inches into my mouth. I encountered a very heavy groin odor that was sweat and not funk. I was very gentle at first then he told me that his "foreskin was tough and it would take a beating" So I increased my motions with my lips, throat and my tongue. He was really getting into it by bucking his hips to try to get more of his cock into my mouth, when in all facts, I had every inch in my mouth down to his smelly pubes.
After about ten minutes of intense sucking and licking, I felt his balls tense up and he fired away. He gave no warning, but just grunted and sighed. I drank his almost tasteless soup and was about to pull my head out of his lap. He held my head down and he said, "Wait until it softens and my bladder relaxes". I was then awarded with another mouth full of piss...this time not as strong and I gulped it down with gusto.
After he was done, we exchanged names and I got to service him quite a few times until he died. It was said that he became homeless and was killed when he slept in a dumpster to keep warm and was compacted in a trash truck. Too bad, he was a nice man.
LouBear