From: peeman@gay.net
Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.watersports,alt.sex.watersports,alt.sex.stories.gay
Subject: M/M piss play story
Date: Sat, 18 May 1996 19:53:04 +0500
Organization: gay.net
Message-ID: <peeman-1805961953040001@esb1mac19.berkeley.edu>
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The following story contains graphic descriptions of sex play between two
adult men involving golden showers, light bondage, and a piss enema.  If
this offends you, don't read it!

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                     My Encounter With Jason (Part I)

I had waited for this moment for a long time.  Over the years my fantasies
had grown more wild, my masturbatory watersports sesssions had become
kinkier and more frequent, and now I was about to have my first actual
watersports enounter with another man.  I had been too embarassed to even
tell most of my boyfriends about my fetish, and the two that I had
confided in expressed no interest in pursuing any pee play.  Not that I
minded relegating my fetish to masturbation sessions, but the fantasy of
actually doing it with someone else had become too strong too subdue
anymore.  I had place an ad in the local gay paper in the "fetish" section
of the classifieds:

GWM, 27, tall, thin, boyishly cute, into watersports, light bondage, oral
and anal fun, seeks similar for wet encounters.  No scat, drugs, or S/M.

I got 7 responses, but only two really seemed interesting to me.  I really
wanted to do this with someone that I found attractive, so I insisted that
they both send pictures.  After that, the decision was obvious.  Jason was
6'2'', 175 lbs, endlessly cute, with short dirty blond hair, and a long,
thick, uncut dick.  He wasn't a watersports virgin, and he promised to
take things slow and show me a wet and wild time.

I set out the beers and made one last sweep of the bathroom to make sure
that everything was in order.  The door knocked and my heart nearly leapt
out of my throat.  I was so nervous, yet excited.  When I let him in, he
looked exactly like his picture, only his smile seemed even more intimate
in person.  We sat down in the living room and I offered him a beer. 
"We're gonna need these!" he said.  I had already drunk two tall glasses
of water before he came, and I was already feeling a strong need to pee. 
We talked and drank, each finishing off two beers before we got down to
business.  He said that I should play the role of his student, and that he
would be my urine master, teaching me the ways of piss play.  

He asked me if I needed to piss - boy did I ever!  He responded that he
too was ready to let out a long steady stream.  By now, my dick had
stiffened like a board and I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to
release anything at all.  He told me to relax and strip.  He did the same,
and then led me to the bathroom.  He had a small bag with him from which
he produced leather handcuffs.  I had told him before he came over that
one of my fantasies was to be have my hands handcuffed behind my back and
forced to lick my partner's piss from wherever he spilled it.  

He asked me if I wanted to go through with that fantasy, I shouted back,
"Yes, master!"  He pulled my arms behind my back and locked them together
with the cuffs.  He told me to get down on my knees in the middle of the
tile floor.  He walked over to me - my heart racing in anticipation, my
cock throbbing with excitement.  He positioned his dick inches from my
face and began to let go.  The sweet-sour taste of his piss quickly filled
my mouth.  I lapped at it like a dog, eager not to miss a single drop.  He
moved his cock back and forth, spraying my face, my hair, letting it drip
down my chest.  I was fill up my mouth with his pee and then let it
dribble out, running down my chest, dripping past my throbbing cock.  A
huge puddle was forming around my legs, but he kept spraying.  He must
have had something to drink before he came too, because he must have
pissed out two whole pints of tasty urine for my benefit.  I was now
covered.  My hair was dripping with piss, in my mouth I could taste
nothing else, and the whole room was filled with the heady aroma of
urine.  His cock began to stiffen as he pondered what move to do next.  

"Lick up the piss on the floor" he demanded, to which I eagerly responded
by dropping myself to the ground and rubbing my face in the giant yellow
puddle.  I began to lap like a dog, taking in as much as I could get.  He
watched me go at it for a while, gently stroking his cock, and then
demanded that I lay on by back in the puddle.  I could only manage to lay
half on my side, half on my back with my arms so tightly tied together,
but he seemed satisfied enough with that.  He ran his bare foot through
the yellow puddle and then quickly shoved it in my face, insisting that I
lick off all the piss and clean his feet.  He forced his piss-soaked toes
into my mouth, which I sucked eagerly, making sure to get every last
drop.  After I cleaned one foot, he did the same with the other, but as I
was licking I noticed that his cock had softend a bit.  He told me that he
had to piss again.  I couldn't believe it!  How much could this guy hold
in his bladder?  He told me to get on my stomach, and then he shoved my
face in the puddle, smearing it around so that every inch of my head and
hair was soaked.  He lifted up my was and began to lube up his fingers. 
He inserted one and then two into my ass and pumped in and out.  He added
another, and then another.  He tried to put his whole fist in, but I
insisted that he only go in ato just above the second knuckle.  After
stretching me out, he stuck two fingers back in and pulled apart, creating
an opening for his limp cock.  He stuffed his soft member into my
stretched out and inviting asshole.  He began to let go, and I could feel
something warm filling my ass and my bowels.  He pumped and pumped for
what seemed like an eternity, and then his cock slowly stiffened.  He
pulled it out and told me not to spill a single drop.  He stayed still, my
face in the puddle, lapping up sips of urine, and held my ass muscles as
tight as I could.  He greased up his cock and came back to my ass.  He
said fucking a piss filled ass was a great sensation.  Well, it must have
been, because he came in now time, pumping my ass even more full, this
time with his cum.  

At this point, he said that it was my turn to get him wet.  He laid down
in what remained of the puddle of his own urine and told me to squat over
his face.  I did, and then he told me to let out the urine pent up in my
ass.  Luckily, I had hoped that he would do this to me, and so I had given
myself a thorough enema before he came over, I really did not find scat
sexy.  I began to spray out his piss and cum onto his face and into his
open and eager mouth.  Most of it he let slide out of his lips and refill
the floor with piss.  I still had a bit more in me when he told me to stop
for a moment.  He grabbed a glass and put it under my ass, and told me to
start again.  I filled up the glass half way with the rest of his piss. 
He handed me the glass and told me to drink.  The taste of his piss from
my ass was like heaven!  Knowing that this glass of urine had been inside
of me turned me on so much that I nearly came.  I gulped most of it down,
and then sucked up the rest and let it slide out of my mouth to re-wet my
now dry chest and cock.  

He seamed eager for my piss, but my cock was still too hard to let
anything go, . . . . 


(To be continued)