I like pee. In fact, I have been a pee aficionado since my early teens (now 38). It all started when I was (adolescence in full bloom) training myself to get my legs up in the air to bend over so I could c** in my mouth (don’t say you haven’t thought about it) and one day my jerking wasn’t very effective. I believe it was because I had to pee – really had to go! So rather than shift myself away from the upside-down position, I decided to pee on my face just to see what it was like. Wow! It was like a sudden burst of s***** energy that had been pent up forever and I loved the warm splashing on my closed eyelids and even opened my mouth and drank some down. Yep…I was hooked.
My career as a self-pisser has had no discernable drawbacks aside from almost getting caught in 10th grade, back of the math class trying to dribble a bit of pee onto the carpeted floor just for fun. I underestimated the strength of the flow and hit the back of the girl in front of me. Thank goodness she didn’t realize what had happened and within minutes the bell rang and we were off, her with a wet jacket back and me with a raging b****! I thought to myself that maybe I was on to something; get someone else involved with my pee fetish. Enter Timmy.
The Internet was still the ‘wild west’ for the most part and I was often on-line looking at other p****** here, there and everywhere when Tim opened up to me. He was looking for someone who would come to his place after school some day and pee on him. Why not? I thought as we exchanged e-mails and he actually asked me what I’d like to do and a thought surfaced: I wanted to pee in his mouth. He couldn’t make his keyboard respond any faster when he replied YES! He had wanted this for some time and I was only too happy (excited really) to oblige. I was actually going to put my c*** in another boy’s mouth and pee – I could hardly wait.
It was a long two days before we could arrange a convenient time for both of us and after getting to his house, we were both naked in a flash. I told him I had not ‘gone’ since before lunch and was bursting. He smiled and said he knew what I wanted and with that, he dropped to his knees and put my chubby c*** in his mouth and I just let go. To say I was amazed is an understatement. Here I was, a willing co-conspirator was sucking me, swallowing my pee and all I could hear was his gulping throat absorbing every ounce I could give. It must have lasted about a full minute and when I was spent, he released me, smacked his lips and said ‘thank-you, it was delicious’. Then he added he’d to s*** me off. Oh yes, I was most eager to let a great day get even greater. I shifted to a chair in his room and he hobbled over, still on his knees and set to the task. If he was a good swallower of my pee, he was equally as good or better at sucking me. The well-known urges began in mere moments and I blurted out that I was going to c** and his murmured response was lost in my own throaty assurances that my load was imminent and then I erupted. Nirvana!
Surprisingly, I had only been there about five minutes from start to ‘finish’. I was trying to wrap my mind around the actual episode when Tim sat on my lap, put his arms around me and kissed me. The taste of my c** (I knew it well) was on his lips and tongue and I think we both knew this was not the last time we would be together. And it wasn’t. I was back the next week, the week after that and we met regularly for over a year. I repeated my actions and began to let him pee in and on me. Any regrets? Not a single one other than we lost touch during college and I got married to an understanding wife who, occasionally, lets me pee in her mouth and b**. That’s a story for another day.
