I was sitting in the bar, drinking a beer. My plan had been to jog for a couple of miles, but it started to rain, so I gave up and stepped into a bar here in Hillcrest, San Diego, that I had never visited before. Whether or not it was a gay bar, I wasn't sure, but any bar in Hillcrest will have its share of gay guys. Unfortunately, this early in the morning, I was the only customer.
Looking at myself in the mirror behind the bar, dressed in my jogging outfit, namely skimpy blue nylon shorts, a white cotton tank, white sox and sneakers, I felt that I looked pretty sexy. I had cut the liner from the shorts and was wearing my favorite underwear, Calvin Klein white briefs beneath them. Sitting with my legs closed, I looked quite respectable, but if I turned sideways, opened my legs and propped one heel up on the stool crossbar, I knew I would display a significant area of white brief, a clear invite to any underwear freak like myself. But I was the only customer.
I had just ordered a second beer, when a guy came in and sat down about three stools away. He was dressed like me in a white tank, but with denim cut offs, nice and short, showing off his near hairless slim legs. He was pretty cute. He ordered a beer and glanced at me. I casually turned and gave him the crotch display. He gave me a long look, then chugged on his drink.
The barman came over with my beer. "Do you think the weather's gonna clear up?" I asked.
"The forecast is for showers," he said.
The guy at the bar turned to look at me. "Did someone say `Golden Showers'?", he asked.
I laughed. "Sorry, no, we were talking about the weather forecast, but I 'm sure some lucky guy, somewhere, will get a golden shower today."
"Join you?" Without waiting for an answer, he picked up his beer and came and sat beside me. It was then that noticed the corner of a yellow hanky protruding from his back pocket. The barman diplomatically retreated to the other end of the bar and started polishing glasses.
"I'm Robin," he said, holding out his hand.
"Isn't Robin a girl's name?"
"Only if you spell it with a Y," he said. "I'm Robin as in Robin Hood."
"Do you have any merry men?" I quipped.
"Merry as in cheerful, or merry as in gay?"
"As in gay, after all, Robin Hood wore tights, so he must have been a bit `light on his feet'."
"With all those men around, and only one Maid Marion, there must have been some fine goings on in Sherwood Forest," he said.
I laughed. "She was only there to wash their tights. Especially if they 'd been having golden showers."
He smiled at me. "So you are into pee play, then?"
"Aw shucks," I said in mock dismay. "You've guessed my secret."
"Why keep it secret. Don't you believe in the power of advertising?"
"I don't have a pocked in the shorts, and I can never remember which pocket for the yellow hanky symbolizes which preference."
"So what is your preference?"
"I like to give and take."
"A man for all seasons."
"Especially the rainy season!"
He laughed again. He tilted up his glass and finished his beer. "Boy, I 'm thirsty," he said, giving me a significant look.
"Allow me to fix you a drink," I said, taking his empty glass. I looked around the bar and we were still the only customers, and the barman was still busy, paying us no attention. I lowered the glass below the edge of the bar, pulled my dick out of the leg of my shorts and underpants, and half filled the glass with pale piss. Replacing my dick in my briefs, I placed the glass back on the bar. It looked just like a beer, It even had a small head of foam. "Drink up," I said. "It's on me."
Robin picked up the glass and gave the contents a sniff. "Nice bouquet." He took a sip and swirled it around his mouth. "Piquant flavor." He then drained the glass with two big swallows. "Nice body and aftertaste. An excellent year. That was good. Can I get you anything?"
`Aroused' would have been my first response, but I said, "How about something long, pale and slightly warm?"
He unzipped his fly, giving me a glimpse of white cotton underpants, and pulled his uncut dick from the fly. It was about the same size as mine, average, with a nice long foreskin. I was determined to suck it before the day was out. Lowering the glass to his crotch, he filled it almost to the brim and placed it in front of me on the bar. "There you go, sir, just as you ordered."
I gave it a sniff. I love the smell of fresh piss. Raising the glass to my lips, I skipped the tentative sip and took a big gulp, to show Robin that I was prepared to drink anything he could offer me, then chugged about half of it straight down. "Ah," I sighed. "I really needed that!"
"Let me have a taste," said Robin. "It's been a while since I tasted my own." He took a mouthful and handed the glass back to me. "Pretty nice. When did you last taste you own?"
"Last night," I said. "I drink my own any time I can't drink anyone else 's. I just lie on my back, lift my legs up over my head and pee straight into my mouth."
"Oh, that's fucking awesome. I'd really like to watch that. What a fucking turn-on!"
"Maybe I should sell tickets," I said. "And although I love looking at your dick, you should put it away before the barman sees you."
"If you insist," he said, tucking it in. "By the way, I never got your name."
"Richard," I said, offering my hand, "but I prefer `Dick'."
"Who doesn't?"
"Barman," I called, "Can we get a couple of beers each down here?"
"Two beers?" said Robin. "Why so much ale?"
"The more we drink, the more we'll pee, and the more dilute and tasty the pee becomes."
"You're clearly an old hand at this."
"Hand, mouth, any body orifice you wish," I said.
The barman came with four draught beers, placed them in front of us, and retired to the other end of the bar.
"Drink up," I said. "The faster we sink this, the sooner we get to recycle it."
He needed no urging, and drank one of his beers down in one go. I followed suit and started on the second.
"I love those shorts you have on," he said.
"Thank you. They'd look good on you, too."
"Am I gonna get a chance to try them on?"
"On one condition," I said.
"Which is. . .?"
I leaned close to him, my arm on his shoulder and whispered in his ear. "That I get to try on your underpants."
"Only if you let me try on yours."
"I think we have a deal. Drink up and we'll go."
"To where?" he asked.
"My place is only four blocks away, unless you prefer your place."
"Your place sounds fine."
I settled the tab and we finished our beers and left. My dick was more than halfway hard, and my shorts did little to conceal it, but they can't arrest you for having a hard-on, and in Hillcrest, a nice erection is really appreciated. Moments later, we were in my apartment.
I went into the kitchen and took a couple of cans of beer from the fridge. I turned round to see Robin unfastening the top button of his cut-offs.
"Stop," I said. "That's my job. There's a rule in this house that no-one undresses himself."
"Sorry, Dick, I should have guessed. I like your rule. Any more house rules I should know about."
"Only one. Nobody can leave wearing his own underwear."
He laughed. "I can live with that. But I'm dying for a pee. If I don' t go soon, I'll pee my pants. But then you might enjoy watching that."
"I'm sure I will later, but first let me relieve some of the pressure." Right there in the kitchen, I went down on my knees, unzipped his fly, pulled his half-hard dick out of his underpants. "Let me have about ten good swallows," I said, and put it in my mouth. After a short pause, I felt the sudden jet of his piss hit my throat. I had to swallow rapidly to keep up with it, and after ten or so gulps, he shut off his flow. "Ah," I sighed. "That was fucking delicious. Let`s go into the bedroom." He tucked his dick back in and followed me.
He helped me strip off the bed, and from the closet, I produced an old plastic pool-table cover which went over the mattress and was then covered by the fitted cotton sheet. I smoothed the wrinkles out, got some plastic trash bags from the kitchen, took off the pillow cases, bagged the pillows and put the cases back on.
"Now," I said, "We can piss all we like, wallow in it if we want, and all I have to do is a little laundry. Now, let my take your shorts off."
I sat on the edge of the bed and he stood in front of me. I unzipped the cut-offs and spread the fly open. Beneath, he had on a pair of gleaming white 2xist briefs, which were only just big enough to conceal his fully erect dick. Lifting his feet, I unlaced his sneakers and took them off. Leaving his white sox on, I let the shorts fall to the floor, leaned back and gazed at him. Nothing is more exciting than a hot dude in briefs and a tank. My own cock became rock hard. I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his dick through the white cotton. There was a small damp spot of precum there, so I sucked on the head for a few seconds.
"I'm bursting for a pee, myself," I said.
His response was to jump on to the bed and lie down. "Come and sit on my face," he said, "and piss through your shorts."
Oh, this was gonna be great! Taking off my sneakers, I climbed on the bed, with my knees either side of his head, and leaned forward until my lips could brush the bulge in his underpants. "I love to see a guy piss his pants," said Robin. "Take your time and let it go anytime you want." It didn't take long. In spite of having a hard on, my bladder was so full that it was no problem to let it go, and I felt that delicious feeling as the piss traveled down my dick and flooded my underpants and shorts, and as they became soaked, the piss flowed from the crotch on to Robin's face and into his opened mouth. Then I saw the wet spot on his 2xist briefs rapidly spreading, and clamped my lips over the end of his dick, sucking the piss up through the cotton. The wetness spread all across the front of his briefs and down the sides and crotch, and though I sucked as hard as I could, I was only able to taste a fraction of it. Meanwhile, my underpants and shorts became completely soaked with my own piss, and Robin was getting plenty to drink. The smell of fresh piss filled the air, driving me crazy. Before he could completely empty his bladder, I pulled the waistband of his underpants down and took the end of his dick in my mouth. I was able to get a couple of good gulps in before he ran dry.
When my own bladder was finally empty, I turned around and lay beside him.
"That was fucking awesome, Robin. Thank you so much."
"You're welcome, Dick," he said. "Can I kiss you?"
I didn't bother replying, I just leaned over him and pressed my lips to his. He opened his mouth and I could taste the traces of my own piss. His tongue entered my mouth, exploring and teasing until I had to come up for air.
"We need to refuel," I said, getting up and going into the kitchen. I took a twelve pack of beer cans and put them into a cooler with some ice, and carried it back to the bedroom. "This will keep us going for a while." I popped a couple of cans and handed one to him. He chugged most of it down in one go.
"While we're waiting for our bladders to fill," he said, "I wanna suck your dick, Dick. I love your name. I wish Id been called Dick. Id wear a T shirt saying suck me."
I switched ends so that we were lying head to tail and I pulled his dick out of the fly of his underpants. He did the same to me and we sucked each other for about ten minutes. With all the piss and beer we had drunk, our bladders were soon full again.
I lifted up my hips and slid my wet shorts down and took them off. I handed them to Robin to gave them a good sniff, then wiped his face with them. I sat up and sat on his hips, facing him. I could feel his stiff cock in the crack of my ass, so I reached back and pulled it out of the fly of his underpants. Then I pulled my own dick out, and started to fire small squirts of piss at his face. He took my dick in his hand, the better to direct the shots and pretty soon we were scoring bull's eyes, right into his mouth with very little spillage. Then I felt a warm wetness as his hard dick shot a stream of piss up my back. It soaked the back of my tank, then flowed down to further soak his already wet briefs, and the sheet below. I lifted myself up, pulled the crotch of my Calvins aside and placed his dick against my hole. It wasn't possible to effect a perfect seal, but I felt some piss go up my ass, and the remainder splashed my inner thighs and buttocks.
When his bladder was empty, I scootched forward, put my dick in his mouth and let him empty me out. As I pulled my dick out, he gasped, "Jesus! That was fucking marvelous. You really know how to make a guy happy, Dick."
I lay down beside him and he popped a couple of cans for us to drink. "Gotta keep it coming," he said. We lay there, drinking, reveling in the smell of piss that filled the room. I reached over and began to stroke his wet cock, and he put his hand on mine, pulling my foreskin back and gazing at its naked head.
"I love you, Dick," he said.
"Are you talking to me or to my cock?"
"Both. I love Dick, and I love Dick's dick." He up-ended his beer and finished it off.
"Lie on top of me and kiss me," I said. He rolled on to me and we started deep kissing, grinding our hips together, our cocks still out of the flies of our underpants, touching each other. Every few seconds, one of us would let go a small stream of piss, which ran down over my hips and down my crotch, to soak the sheet below and after about ten minutes, I was lying in a small pool of piss. It felt wonderful, to just be able to piss without caring where it went.
I could feet him getting more and more excited, thrusting his cock hard against mine and I guessed he was about to cum. Sure enough, I could feel his dick pulsing as his cum shot out on to my dick and piss soaked underpants. He shot squirt after squirt, a huge load, that covered the whole of the front of the Calvins, then he rolled off me on to his back.
I sat up and straddled his thighs, pumping my own cock, wet with cum and piss. He reached out and brushed my hand away, grasped my cock and continued stroking it lovingly. In seconds, I came, shooting my load all over his 2xist briefs, six or seven jets of cum, matching his glorious performance.
I fell back on to the bed, gasping for breath. He smiled at me. "Remember your second house rule? No-one leaves in his own underwear?"
We peeled off our wet tanks and briefs, and swapped. Pulling on his 2xist's, I pulled his head down to my crotch, and let him sniff the cum in them. Then I dressed him in my Calvins, and gave the crotch a suck, tasting his cum.
We lay in our pool of piss and drifted off to sleep for a while. When I awoke, wet and chilly, he'd gone. Lying on the kitchen counter was his yellow hanky. From now on I would wear it wherever I went.
The End