Water Sports 101
Water sports had always intrigued me, and I'm not talking about scuba diving. I'd never had the guts to try it. It was certainly an interest I couldn't bring up in polite conversation, even in the midst of an orgy. I saw it in a movie once, which turned me on. Then I bought a magazine with a water sports feature, read the story and jerked off fantasizing several times. But I couldn't figure out how to actually do it. Then I called a gay chat line and heard an ad saying the magic words. My cock hardened just listening. I played it over three times, left a message, and played it over twice more. I waited anxiously for the return call. After a couple of days I was beginning to think it wouldn't work, and decided the hot jack-off sessions I'd had waiting were all I would get out of it.
Then Jim called. He wasn't hung up on what I looked like, how old I was, or other male model criteria. All he wanted to know was "will you drink my piss?" I honestly replied that I didn't know. I'd never tried it but I was willing to learn. His question got my prick hard all over again. We arranged to get together at his place that evening.
I got there forty-five minutes early, I was so anxious. I stopped on the way and bought two six-packs of cold beer, more interested in big cans than in brands or flavor. I walked around the block a few times before it was late enough to ring the bell. He buzzed me in and I went up to his apartment. He opened the door and led me in to a dimly lit studio apartment, with good jazz playing on an expensive stereo, incense burning, and new age art decorating the walls. Jim was small, dark and slim, with a well trimmed beard and moustache. He was wearing a silk robe and a black silk g-string. He was already drinking a beer, and he offered me one. We sat on the bed, drinking beer and chatting as our hands started exploring. His g-string left little to the imagination, but was concealing enough to make me curious. The cock within it was not hard, but looked to be more than a mouthful already. My cock hardened in anticipation. I worried about how to piss when your cock is hard, decided to ask. Jim was an old hand at golden showers, having been initiated as a child, and he explained that when the time was ripe there would be no way to stop the piss from flowing. My cock jerked in excitement. We finished the beer and started another. Jim took my can and fed it to me, causing it to dribble down my chin. He said this was practice.
We finished disrobing, piling my clothes and his robe and g-string in a pile in the corner.
I asked if the water sports took place on the bed and he threatened violence if they did - "We'll go to the bathtub when we're ready."
Now that we were nude, I directed my attention to his hardening cock. It was long and thin, cut and well shaped, with a rosy head and slight upward curve. I explored the contours with my tongue, held the head in my mouth and licked out the pisshole, which had the subtle taste of pre-cum. He leaned over and kissed me roughly, forcing his tongue down my throat and scratching my face with his moustache and beard. I had a fear that this was an S&M enthusiast, and I was in the wrong place - which proved to be unnecessary. Jim may have been scratchy, but he wasn't out to hurt me. He kissed down my chest, stopping to visit each nipple, then worked his way down to my cock. That made me feel much better. He was in it for the mutual enjoyment of the sex, not for pain. His sucking on my cock also made me feel much better, as the man knew what he was doing, and did it with grace and skill and enthusiasm. I stopped him, as I didn't want to come prematurely. We slowed down and drank some more beer, with Jim egging me on to chug like it was a college frat party. I took up the challenge, and quickly consumed a 20 oz. can, my third. The bladder pressure was starting to build.
I was being instructed, so I waited until Jim said it was time to adjourn to the tub. In the meantime, I concentrated on arousing him, sucking his cock, bathing his balls, and working around to a tight butt with a small pink hole that my tongue explored deeply. His cock stayed hard, so I couldn't imagine how he was going to piss. He fed me more beer, and I was developing a strong need to piss. He liked having his ass licked, and squatted over my face to give me unlimited access. Then he sat on my chest and shoved his cock down my throat. I was sure he was going to cum. He stopped at the last minute, drank some more beer, and sat me up so I could too. By now, I'd had so much beer I was starting to feel drunk. Usually I piss after two beers. The wait and the pressure to piss were really making me anxious. I was also worried as to what would happen when it actually did - would I gag and embarrass myself? Would I spit it out in disgust, as other guys had done with my cum? Would I enjoy it?
Jim got off the bed and said he really had to piss, so let's go. I followed him into the bathroom, and we climbed into the bathtub. He asked me if I had to piss. I answered a resounding yes, but my prick was hard as a rock. He sat down and told me to "fire when ready". I aimed at his chest, tried to relax, finally lost the hard-on, but couldn't piss. Jim smiled as he realized my problem. He said he'd go first, standing up. I sat down in the tub, and he aimed his cock right at my face and let loose with a golden cannon. At first I let it spray my face and chest, but then I opened my mouth and let him aim for it. My mouth filled with piss, I gulped, it refilled, I gulped again. It wasn't bad. I liked it. I grabbed his cock in my mouth and felt the rush as his piss hit my tongue and the back of my throat. It was like a continuous orgasm, and I knew I was hooked. I drank and drank, letting the overflow dribble down my chin. I thought he'd never stop, but that was OK. I was loving it.
He finally did stop, kissed me, and sat back down. I leaned over and sucked his cock some more, trying to harden it. He suggested I try pissing again. After all, I had just consumed another quart or so of liquid gold. I stood up and aimed at his face, and he opened his mouth in anticipation. Again I was having trouble. He said to keep trying, and suddenly the dam burst, and I let loose with a gusher. Once I started, there was no stopping, and piss was soon flowing down his chin and covering his body. I aimed for his cock, to let him catch his breath. He reached over and grabbed my cock with his mouth, drinking my piss direct from the pisshole. This was almost as much fun as being on the receiving end. It was a high like I'd never had before. When I finished pissing he stood up, turned the shower on, and we scrubbed each other off.
We dried off and returned to the bed. Jim stopped on the way for two new beers, and I drank mine with enthusiasm, knowing what it was for. We got back into a suck fest, coming up to the edge again and again. He didn't want either of us to cum until we'd pissed some more, and I was in full agreement. We sat quietly for a while, sipping beer and kissing. He told me stories of his previous adventures, hardening my cock without touching it. He told me he wanted to piss through his Levis and have me suck the piss through the denim. That sounded strange, but I was in the mood to try anything that night, and still feeling the rush from his hot stream down my throat. I told him "sure". He pulled on his Levis, and I helped him button the fly - from the bottom up, of course. We left the top button open, and headed back to the john.
We got to the tub, and I assumed the position, seated in front of Jim's crotch, watching the bulge in his Levis, waiting for signs of piss. Soon a dark spot began to grow from the head of his cock, which was easy to spot in the tight Levis. I latched onto the spot and sucked the denim, tasting his warm piss as it started to drip through the cloth. He was loving it, but I was frustrated. I grabbed his fly and furiously unbuttoned it, grabbing his cock and swallowing it, so I wouldn't miss a drop. I surprised myself with my frantic need to get as much of that piss as I could, and hung on while he emptied as much as he could down my throat. Jim then sat down and started jerking off his cock, hardening it quickly. I grabbed it back and sucked like crazy. Soon he shot cum, filling my mouth with a whole new flavor and texture. I swirled it around his cock before I swallowed it, kissed him, and stood up to piss.
He grinned when he saw me aiming my cock. This time I didn't suffer from bashful bladder, and felt like a veteran already. I sprayed his face and chest and crotch. I soaked his Levis.
I filled his mouth from a distance, and he gulped like a trooper. He reached up and grabbed my cock, pulling it into his mouth and gripping it with his lips. I finished pissing, but he didn't let go, but started pumping immediately. I came before I even got fully hard, with an orgasm that was of historic proportions. Jim was a trooper, and didn't spill a drop.
We exchanged phone numbers while I dressed and kissed goodbye. He said I was now a piss pig. I saw Jim twice in the next three weeks, then he left town, and I haven't seen him again. I'm still looking for somebody else to share my crazy fascination with.