My name is Omar, I?m a 26 year old closeted sub gay guy, into fetishes that range from pissing to armpits, feet, submission, and many many more, the more exotic, the better.
For the past six years, I have been sharing work with a colleague of mine whom eventually I became good friends with, to give you an idea, I?m 192 cm tall, a bit chubby, white, with delicate features and a soft voice, my friend, Rami, originally Palestinian but been living here in Jordan (the middle east) all of his life, is approximately 178 cm tall, fit, muscular but not beefy, wide shouldered, with a perfect waist-to-shoulders ratio that makes my knees weak. Now he is not gym muscular, but rather a tough next-door-kind-of-guy who had lots of activity to keep him up and in shape.
My attraction to rami can be linked first and foremost to his masculine bad-boy attitude, with a pinch of good-heartedness that brings softness to his rough edges, we first met in a September many years ago, and ever since, I?ve had every possible fantasy of him, most of which, came true!
It was the beginning of November of 2005 when I first moved towards kinky bathroom shit; I was on my way to the bathroom at work and realized that Rami was just done, the scent of must and freshly flushed urine drove me right towards his cabinet, I closed down the door, and with trembling hands, lifted the toilet seat up, and to my surprise, glittery shiny drops of warm piss, just fresh out of his utterly delicious (and still at the time, hidden :) ) cock spattered on the seat, I bowed down, with thoughts rushing so fast in my brain!
?Will I do this?, ?Should I lick the toilet seat??, ?if I lick the toilet seat, and those wonderful piss drops, then a part of him will be in me, I will be forever submissive to him and him only?, and so many other thoughts, ?Was I going to do it??, ?Did I dare??, ?Is it hygienic? ~ (How silly to think that, I know!)?.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath of the freshly scented toilet, and licked all that I can lick of that toilet seat, closed my mouth and savored the taste.
Now for someone who never tried piss before, I?m not so sure you will be able to relate to this, but the tanginess, sour, repulsive nature of its taste is so mesmerizing, so masculine, I could feel my own cock throbbing and the top of my jeans soon became wet with my own cum, for me, that was the start of a six year relationship (and on-going) relationship with my mentor, master, and sadistic partner, Rami.
As I was going out of the bathroom and back to my work desk, I stumbled upon Rami in the small office kitchen, having been so shocked with myself to the fact that I actually went down on a toilet seat, I forgot to wipe the cum off my pants, I entered the kitchen.
Rami said: ?Omar, you sure got excited in that bathroom, wipe that shit off your pants man!?.
To which I replied: ?What the hell man, that?s so embarrassing, I should go back and clean this mess up!?.
?Do you want some help with that shit-head?? Rami giggled at me, if only he could read my thoughts, if only!
I dragged my ass back to the bathroom, grabbed some tissues, dampened them, and slowly rubbed the top of my pants, enjoying the sensation, and wondering of what other kinky ways that would be bring me closer to being his slave, and moreover, making a mental note of the taste of that piss, for a little home-at-night jerk-off.
This was only the start of my stories; I have many more to share, that gradually heat up to freakish extremes. Hopefully you will like reading this (if you do, do drop me an e-mail at ramiandomar@hotmail.com, as to know people want to continue reading my stories with Rami).