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by Dead serious


I'm always curious what started guys into the piss scene. Hope others will post their first experience or what snagged them. As for me, I didn't start or even think about it until I was about 32. I had a dominant top over one evening and we were drinking beer watching fuck movies and I was sucking on his dick and licking his armpits basically worshipping him. At the time I was 5'9" about 150 pounds smooth body shaved pubes and balls, he was about an inch taller also about 150 pounds defined hairy body and his cock was fat about 5" soft and about 8" hard. It was in the summer and very hot and muggy even around 1AM when we went out on the patio naked.

The humidity just enveloped you with wet heat. He was standing and I was licking moving up his legs. I was licking the inside of his thighs when I felt something hot and wet soaking my hair and beginning to run down my face. The smell was unmistakably piss and my cock became rock hard. The feel of his piss on me and beginning to smell of his piss turned me on like you wouldn’t believe.

I leaned my head back and he sprayed my face with piss and then my chest. As soon as his stream stopped I immediately sucked his meaty fat cock into my mouth and begin sucking, tasting the remaining drops of his piss. We were both so fucking turned on, he cum in my mouth in about 2 minutes. I was hooked from that moment on. We spent the next 4 or 5 hours until dawn, each time he had to piss, him soaking my body all over including my ass crack, and each time me sucking his cock or him fucking my wet ass. We were both into hot wet piss from that point on. Forgive my long post but was wondering about other’s experiences. Mike.

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I'm sorry that I cannot write as well as you did to tell about my first experience.

As long as I can remember, I have taken my finger to wipe off the last drips left on my cock when pissing. You know the old saying that you can shake it, break it and beat it on the wall but put it in your pants and the last drop will fall.

My first piss experience with another guy was when I was about 25 and was in the midst of an orgy with a couple dozen guys. It was wild and wicked sucking, fucking and whatever with a bunch of guys, most of which were local Atlanta guys but the hosts usually had some wild guys that were just visiting.

I was with a right hunky guy from South Carolina that certainly wasn't shy and he was well endowed with a gorgeous cock, balls and a very talented ass. Obviously he was more experienced than I was with all the great experiences of enjoying a guy’s body from the tip of his toe to the top of his head and EVERYTHING in between. I was fucking his mouth like crazy and he was making me feel oh so good! My hard, uncut cock was getting fantastic service and my head was really enjoying the space trip.

I, like everybody, had a number of drinks and I had to piss like crazy. I whispered to my guy that I had to piss and would be right back. He said to leave my cock in his mouth and give him all of my piss. WOW, was that wonderful for both of us. He stayed over several extra days and our cocks, mouths and asses enjoyed some great times.

It didn't take me long to understand how great the body of a guy is. I love toes, feet, cocks, balls, assholes, pits and everything else from tip to toe. Happy fetish fun to all, Russ Atlanta

I had very hot introduction to the joys of man piss. I was 26 visiting Amsterdam. I was ready for anything those hot hunky daddies would give me. It starts when my fantasy dream man walked through the front door of the bar. I'd had about two beers and a couple of hits of opium. I was feeling too good when my Adonis walked in. He was 6 ft 3 in, blonde, chiseled chest, pecs that make guys drool, all squeezed together by the leather straps crossing over his hot torso.

He had on chaps that made me melt because they hugged his muscular thighs and accented the black & read leather cod piece that I was sure was hiding my key to this man. His bare ass supported by the chaps was just too inviting. He walks in and looks around.

We cruised each other quickly and I knew my hard dick would have to find another way to get off because fantasy men never come true. They may come near you or touch you, but they never get to you. After 15 minutes or so of me cruising him, and letting him know that I was cruising him, he sent over a beer. I happily chugged down the one I had and began drinking his.

He walks over and starts to speak to me in sexy broken English with a very heavy Dutch accent. I'm melting. I finish my beer he bought for me and said I had to go piss. He asked me to wait and drink another beer with him. I did.

During our second beer together he unsnapped his cod piece and I had a full and direct line of vision to his uncut Dutch dick. HOT! Not missing an opportunity, I reached out and touched it. HOT! I took a huge drink of my beer and sat it on the bar while I had both hands exploring my god’s body and dick. He takes my glass of beer and lowers it to his cock. He rubs the glass around his foreskin covered head and then in one swoop, he submerges his dick in my beer. I'm so hot--my dick is ready to explode!

He looks at me watching his dick in my beer. My beer glass was getting fuller and fuller. When he pulls his dick out of the beer, I have a full glass. My first reaction was YUCK--but after I looked at the glass of this new beer and then look at him, I thought what the fuck-- it's a hot scene! I turned up the beer glass and chugged down the whole thing. I wiped my mouth and smiled at him. He had a very evil smirk on his face and it turned me on to no end!

We chatted for a few more minutes and he said he needed to take a longer piss. I said I'd follow him because I really had to piss. We get to the urinals and he pushes to an area that is black and has stairs going down. He tapped me to go down the stairs into the darkness. Okay, here is my god telling me to go down some stairs into the darkness--I'm going!

We get to the bottom of the stairs and there are small red lights glowing throughout the room. He violently pushed me up against a wall and buries his tongue down my throat. We were making out big time. He was turning me and feeling for door knobs that were open. Bingo! He found one open and gently shoved me in.

Inside the 4x6 room there were mirrors on all four walls and the ceiling and in the center of the room hung a sling. SLING! UNHUH! NOT ME! We kissed and snorted poppers and we worked that entire room. Then I feel the sling right at my ass level and before I could resist, he THREW me into the sling and before I caught my balance, he had my feet up in the stirrups. He came around and secured my hands above my head. I'm in trouble now!

He bends down and starts kissing me and taking my clothes off piece by piece. He lubed up my ass and inserted a couple of fingers for a while and then a couple more until his fist was up my ass. My first time getting fist fucked! He withdrew his hand and rubbed his uncut cock on my hole. In three very tender strokes, all 10 inches was up inside my ass. I'm moaning as loud as I could.

The thrusts got harder and harder and faster and faster, and then he shot his load way up into my ass which made my dick shoot a wad like it never has. I was in total ecstasy, just breathing hard and rubbing my chest and belly. He was coming down from his orgasm and spoke in broken English "con-cen-trait"; "con-cen-trait"; "con-cen-trait". All of a sudden I feel my ass swelling and his warm piss is filling me up. HE IS PISSING IN MY ASS!!! WOW!!!

That was the first time I ever had piss play. For weeks later I thought about it and decided that it was a one time shot and really wouldn't turn me on. A few months later I went to a bar in Coral Gables, FL. They have a piss play area. I was intrigued and just watched them the first night I was there. The next weekend I couldn't help myself and I had to go back again to watch. Well, I didn't just watch. I was the piggiest pig there!!!

NOW I"M HOOKED!

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After reading the other posting about the guy having his first piss experience at the Boot Camp in SF I thought I'd share mine also. It was also at the Boot Camp and it was very unexpected. I was only 22 years old (young and naive) and never heard of guys pissing in other men's mouths. It was a slow night at the Boot Camp sex club and I saw this very hot man hanging out in the bathroom. So I started sucking his dick and after a while I was getting frustrated that he hadn't shot his load down my throat.

Finally I feel the hot liquid in the back of my throat and was happy that he finally shot. Then I realized that it was a big load and very liquid and tasted bitter. I immediately stood up and was SHOCKED at the realization that he had pissed down my throat.

My initial response was to throw up. I remember telling myself to calm down because you don't want to throw up in public and make a scene. Well, five minutes later I had calmed down and something had changed and now I thought it was really hot. So I started looking for him for more. But by the time I found him in the club he was dressed and exiting the club.

From that point I started focusing on piss. This was probably 1983 so it wasn't that easy to find other men into piss since it was pre-Internet. But then I discovered the Mine Shaft in New York and the rest is history. I became a huge piss pig plus many other kinks. So I'm very thankful for that stranger who took the risk and pissed down my throat that first time.

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I wrote a long story about how I came to piss that was published in the Water Boys magazine back in 1997 ("The Making of a Piss Pig"), but am moved by reading others' accounts to contribute my own in abbreviated form here.

I, too, had an experience with pissing through my bathing suit as a boy. Once in a while, I had problems holding it until I could get to a toilet, and one time, while at the beach, I began to wet my suit. My mother noticed and had my father take me to the ocean and sit me down in it while I was still pissing, I guess on the theory that at least my whole suit would be wet. I never did repeat that experience, though.

Once, when I was at The Mine Shaft (legendary and now defunct sex club in New York City), which had a dedicated tub room, I tried to piss on a guy in a tub, but was too hard to manage it. Though there were five other rooms in the place, I found the smell in this room particularly conducive to my sexual enjoyment, but I could never contribute to it.

My first time sharing piss with another guy (actually, he shared it with me) was at one of the few remaining gay cinemas in New York City in 1992. I used to take over a stall in the upstairs men's room, and whenever possible it was the one with a urinal directly outside the stall door. I wasn't looking for piss (at least, I wasn't conscious that I was), and mainly got guys to "show hard" and bring it into my stall for a blow job.

One day, this guy saunters in carrying an open beer bottle, which he places on top of the urinal so he can dedicate both hands to hauling out a sizeable piece of meat. I've got the stall door wide open, staring at him and licking my lips. (In retrospect, how could I have been asking for anything else?) He steps over to my booth, holding the door open with his leg, and sticks his dick in my mouth. so far--according to plan. But then, without so much as a “by your leave”, he starts to piss. I've got my pants around my ankles, but they're dress pants, so I don't want to get them wet if I don't have to. So I shift my legs back as far as the toilet will let them go, and I start to swallow.

I can't tell you how long that piss lasted—15 seconds? 60 seconds? I didn't exactly lose consciousness, but I was definitely in some other state of consciousness. When the flow became a trickle, and then stopped entirely, he pulled out of my mouth, called me "piss pig" in a loud voice dripping with almost as much sarcasm as his cock dripped with piss, buttoned up, retrieved his beer and left. I looked down, and observed a huge load of cum all over my pants. I hadn't even touched my dick!

I had just turned 38 a few weeks earlier, but in another way, you might say I was born again that night.

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When I was 16 I'd wait until late in the evening when I had to piss really bad. I wear my jockey shorts into the shower and before I turned the water on, I'd let the whole load go, getting my jockeys totally soaked. I got really turned on by the warm, wet feeling and sensation of the wet jockey shorts clinging to my cock, balls, and ass. I'd jack off, shower, then go to bed and I'd sleep really well!

My first time at piss play with another guy was when I was 25 at Ramrod in Fort Lauderdale. I'd been making out pretty heavy with a hot guy who was a little older than me. We were over in a corner beside the bar. The place was really crowded and we'd been taking turns ducking under the edge of the bar and sucking each other. We'd stand with our cocks out, but facing the bar.

With the crowd, no one noticed. Finally, he turned to face me and squirted a short stream of piss on me. I didn't even think and before I knew it, I was down on my knees begging him to hose me down. I got a little taste of things to come, but we went back to his hotel with his room mate for some seriously hot piss action.

Been lovin’ it ever since...

Wet Regards, Paul

First time Chicago…

Just loving all the first-time piss stories...mine was like this: I was down on my knees sucking off a guy's dick underneath a stall wall in the men's room of a Midwestern university. Always one of my favorite ways to suck dick and he had a nice one. Suddenly he just got a little still...I didn't know what was happening, but I stayed where I was with his dick in my mouth. Next thing I know, my mouth is filling up with warm, tasty liquid.

I wasn't sure it was piss--just thought maybe he was cumming big time. But when I started to swallow I knew. At first I was offended that he would do that without asking me, but then it just seemed to natural--and I loved it. So I just hunkered down and drained everything he had. I went back and he did the same several times again before I lost track of him. Sure would like to find him again. This all happened about 20 years ago, but I think I saw him at a store on the north side of Chicago a while back--always on the lookout for him. If he's reading this, drop me a line. I’d like to do it again. Yours/his was the best tasting piss I ever had.

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I must have the "piss gene" because I think I have always craved it...no one had to introduce me to it and my first time was no accident. I used to hang out in New Orleans a lot in my 20's and one New Year’s Eve I hooked with a hot man in Lafitte's. He carried the most beautiful cock I have ever enjoyed...a nine inch uncut cheeser, beer can thick...smooth and snow white with a bright red head peeking out of his foreskin.

In those days there was a small "ladies room" with a lock and you could use it for privacy. We went in and I sat on the john...he pulled out his tool and before I could start on it he said, "Wait a minute…I have to take a piss". I know I had to have it so shaking with fear and excitement; I told him to go ahead and then slipped it into my mouth.

I did not swallow this first time, but keep spiting it out...I did not know what to expect, but the next morning when I found that I was still alive and not sick (except for an old fashioned New Orleans hangover) I figured drinking pee was okay...so I've been drinking it ever since.

By the way, I will return to New Orleans for a visit in December...if any locals want to feed a piss pig...hit me back. Ed.

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My first two piss experiences—one that marked me at 11 and the one that finally pushed me into being a full-time, unrepentant piss pig at 25.

When I was 11 I went to sleep away camp and got friendly with this one older boy (13). Think maybe he got friendly with me for a purpose. One day, we took a walk into the woods and he suggested that we get naked, which we did (I already sensed that I liked boys, so there was no argument from me.) He told me to lie down and he got on top of me and we started to rub cocks together. At some point I felt warmth spreading over my belly and pubes and realized that he was pissing.

I wanted to get up but he told me to stay and finished pissing. I had a hard on and the warm flow of piss felt good. That's the only thing we did. In a sense he "marked" me. I feel strongly that your first really intense sexual experience marks you towards a certain sexual predilection. My first lover's first experience was being raped by a college roommate. Sexually the only sexual act that really turned him on and drove him wild was to be fucked very aggressively.

To my second experience. I was now living in Boston and was invited to a party in a brownstone where all five apartments were opened up and the party went up and down from floor to floor. Some of the residents were gay, some were straight. The guy who lived in the apartment in the basement had set up a sling and was being fisted by another dude. A bunch of us--maybe 10--were watching (I had never seen anyone being fisted.). In the group was a guy and his girlfriend watching (Now this was the era where Jackie Onassis was rumored to have watched some fist-fucking in the meatpacking district of NYC).

After a while, his girlfriend said she was going back upstairs and he said he wanted to stay a little while longer. Five minutes later he turned to go and I watched as he walked away and into the bathroom. He was very cute and without thinking I decided to follow him into the toilet. When I opened the door and shut it, he had begun to take a leak. I immediately (again without actually thinking about what I was going to do) got down on my knees, took his cock in my hand, stopped the piss flow and put his cock in my mouth.

He pissed at least a quart of sweet tasted piss down my throat. When he had finished, I looked up at him and said, "Thank you, I hope you didn't mind." He said, "Thank you that felt good" and he just left.

During this entire time (we’re talking 2/3 minutes max) my heart was beating fast and I was so turned on that I almost came in my pants. I hadn't thought about drinking piss that night, didn't know what I was going to do when I went into the bathroom, was totally blown away by my spontaneous action. Deep down I think I had wanted to try piss for a long time but hadn't the opportunity.

Since then I discovered the Mine Shaft in NYC and spend many a night sharing, wearing, drinking piss with other piss pigs. Have been into piss now for over 25 years and when a guy starts pissing in my mouth or all over me, my heart still races, I get very hard, and often I shoot a huge load.

If anyone is in the Boston/New England area, drop me a line. If any piss pig is traveling to Boston and needs to have his thirst quenched or wants to play top with me, I am always open for piss play.

south end piss pig

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