Date: Thu, 27 Jun 2002 21:10:08 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Wet Mother's Day     {Gay-Urination}

Near where I live is a huge county park with a cruising area that has been
active for years. I have had many exciting experiences there, and many not
so exciting. I thought I would share a few of the more fun times. Some of
these are entirely true, some are based on true experiences with a little
`embellishment', and some have a bit of truth and a lot of fantasy. If you
are under age, or live in an area where reading tales of male sex is
illegal, or if you're not into this, please leave. Please respect yourself
and others enough to always play safe. Comments are appreciated at
NJRimzu@aol.com.


I've always found some fun at the reservation, sometimes more than
others. Being out in the woods, in a gay sexual atmosphere has always
brought out the slut in me. One Sunday in May, a few years ago, (Mother's
Day, actually) I went up to the reservation, feeling more than a little
horny. It was around noon and I really didn't think that very many guys
would be out cruising. I didn't expect much to be happening; thinking
everyone would be off having dinner with Mom. I'd sent the flowers and
card, and made the call, but since my Mom was over a thousand miles away,
that was it for me for the day.

I walked down the trail, not expecting much since there were only a couple
of cars parked on the road. I soon came across a guy who wasn't my usual
type sitting on a fallen tree across the trail-middle-aged, black, balding
and a little bit chunky. He was drinking from a plastic bottle and I could
see a nice big cock head falling out one leg of his shorts. He smiled and
said hi as I walked by. I nodded, smiled and returned the greeting. I went
down into the heart of the cruising area, where most of the action took
place. Dead-not a soul. I should have known. That early on a Sunday, plus
Mothers' Day. Even though it was a hot Spring day, I should have known
better and was disappointed.

I guess I'm an eternal optimist. I know I'm no kid anymore, but I also knew
I looked pretty hot in the outfit I'd chosen and wanted to show it off. To
be brief, I'm 5'10", 160, in pretty good shape, brown hair and eyes, trim
goatee and mustache. I had on a short tank top and these tiny, flimsy
shorts I'd had for years and had used as swimming trunks at the gym, until
the chlorine started to destroy the fabric. They had ripped across both
cheeks, exposing most of my ass. I'd worn a larger pair of shorts over them
until I got to the reservation, so as not to shock the neighbors. So I was
wandering through the woods in a cute little outfit with my ass hanging
out, and no one to show it to.

I wandered around a bit to make sure I wasn't missing anyone, then gave up
and headed back toward the car. I got back to where the black guy was
sitting and he struck up a conversation. He told me he was pretty impressed
with my shorts and asked me to turn around and give him a good look. Being
my usual modest self, I complied, and bent over to make sure he appreciated
the holes in the back. He told me he had been waiting for a friend to show,
a guy he usually had a little piss fun with (which explained the beer in
the large soda bottle he had been drinking.), but apparently, his friend
wasn't coming. He asked if I wanted to have a little fun. Since I was on my
way back to the car to go home and have a solo jerk, I figured, why not?

Turns out, besides piss, he was really into nipple play. He started
pinching, pulling and twisting my nipples through my shirt, but what he
really wanted was for me to work on his. Actually, nipples aren't my number
one interest, but I'm pretty good at them. I've got a space between my
front teeth, so when I bite down a nipple gets caught in the space, and I
can bite and suck as much as I want, pinching the nipple and sucking the
area around. I went back and forth between his nipples trying to drive him
crazy, to give him what he wanted. While I was working his nipples, he
reached down and unfastened my shorts and his, letting them both drop to
the ground. I kept alternating between his nipples while he ground his hips
into mine.

As I was biting on his left nipple, without any warning, I felt a hot, wet
stream against my abdomen. He pulled back just a bit, grabbed his beer can
thick dick, and started spraying my chest and abdomen through my tee
shirt. I was in a bit of shock, never having done that before, but he
obviously had a full bladder and took charge, He pissed all over my cock
and balls, then grabbed my shoulder with one hand, turned me around and
sprayed all over my back. He bent me over, pushing me down with that hand
and continued pissing on my ass. He pushed his thick black dick into the
crack between my cheeks, rubbing it up and down, and kept the flow going,
his hot piss running down my crack, over my hot hole. As soon as he was
finished pissing, he started pumping on his dick. He reached around with
the other hand, and started pulling on my wet dick. He came almost
immediately, all over my lower back and my ass, his cum mixing with the hot
piss running off me. With the feel of his hot cum on me, I began to shoot,
four, five, six powerful spurts as well.

When it was all over, he tucked his thick black rod back into his shorts. I
pulled my flimsy, wet, ripped shorts up and snapped them. He smiled, gave
me a quick kiss on the cheek and said, "I've gotta go, time to take my wife
out for Mother's Day dinner. Guess you've got to do the same." And he
walked out toward the road.

I looked down, saw my shirt soaked with his piss and my shorts pretty much
soaked too. I took off the shirt and threw it in the bushes and walked out
toward the road in just my little ripped soaked shorts, with cum all over
my back and my chest and legs wet with piss. On the way down the trail, I
passed a couple of guys who noticed what a mess I was.  I got out to the
roadway and got to my car. I unlocked the car and stood by the door,
pretending not to exist as two cars drove by. Then, out in the open, with
no one around, or so I hoped, I took off the little shorts, used them to
wipe all of the liquids from my body, and tossed them into the bushes by
the road. I grabbed the other shorts from the back seat, put them on, got
in the car and drove off. I'd never had such an exposing, kinky, public or
hot experience. Thank God it was a quiet day. Thank God for Mother's Day. I
do miss those shorts, though.

Other stories I have written of my experiences at the reservation are
posted under Tales of the Reservation in Encounters and Man in Black in
Authoritarian.