Gay Erotic Stories

I was reading through some of my old copies of Forum magazine when I came across a letter headed "The Art of Outdoor Peeing" in which the writer bemoaned the reduction in sightings of men and women peeing in the open air. Whilst I entirely agree that people nowadays seem to be much shyer about performing bladder relief in public places, I would suggest that you can create such opportunities for yourself. Personally I get a lot of pleasure out of watching others pissing, women for preference although such opportunities are rare, but I will make do with other men.

If the whole thing is given a sexual connotation so much the better. Let me give you just a couple of examples from many in my experience.

Only a few miles from where I live, but out in the country, is a picnic site complete with car park and public loos. These facilities are somewhat old and always very smelly so that if I am in that area and need a pee I take a walk through the adjoining woods and enjoy a pleasurable pee in the fresh air. One day there was another man walking along the path through the woods. It was a warm sunny day with the dappled sunlight shining down through the trees. We struck up a conversation about the weather and other general topics. He seemed very friendly, well dressed and well spoken, telling me that he was taking a relaxation break in a long car journey.

I had been waiting to pee for some time, and my bladder was getting uncomfortable. I said to him, “I hope you don't mind but I really must have a pee. I don't like going in those loos because it’s always so smelly.”

“Don't worry,” he replied, “I need to go myself. Like you I hate those smelly Toilets.” As he spoke he unzipped his fly to release a fairly large uncircumcised cock, although still flaccid.

“Let me go first,” I said, “or I may get too excited.” He laughed and nodded, but I noticed that his cock expanded slightly. I unzipped and produced my somewhat smaller cock, gave it a few strokes to arouse its interest, and facing my new-found friend pissed long, steadily and enjoyably. He made no attempt to interfere, but watched my golden fountain closely so that I knew he was interested, as was his cock which had continued to grow. Having emptied my bladder I knelt down with my face close to his cock, a move to which he raised no objections.

He gave it a few gentle strokes and then started to piss in a thin but powerful stream, arcing high into the air. The temptation was too great and I grabbed his still pissing prick with my mouth. His lovely warm, salty piss soon filled my mouth so I squeezed the base of his prick with my hand to stem the flow and slowly spurted his own piss from my mouth back over the head of his cock, now emerging from his foreskin.

This exchange resulted in his prick now being rock hard, and I wondered if he would be able to piss again. Like me he must have been saving it up because as soon as I replaced my mouth over his now fully exposed cockhead the flow restarted and he filled my mouth once again before I repeated my returning it to him. This scenario was repeated for a third time before I realised that there could only be little left in his bladder, so I held his prick loosely in my hand and enjoyed a close-up view of his remaining piss flowing past my face.

As soon as his piss finally stopped flowing he grabbed his engorged cock and started wanking furiously. “Slow down,” I said, “Let me help you with that'. I was still kneeling so took the swollen head of his cock in my mouth while slowly stroking the stem. It was obvious that he was not going to take long to come, so I reluctantly released his cock from my mouth while continuing to wank it gently. Standing up, I guided his hand to my own excited prick and we continued a slow and gentle mutual wank.

“I'm coming,” he murmured.

“Speed up on me then,” I answered. He did, and I shot my load just before he did. I knelt again and sucked his still firm cock clean before we both zipped up and walked together back to the car park. He was only an occasional visitor to the area, and so we were unable to arrange to meet again.

At that time I had to make regular visits to Manchester, and had discovered, a few miles from the city, a set of public toilets in a rest area alongside the main road, one set on each side of the dual carriageway. I had enjoyed a number of wanks, and an occasional mutual pissing session in nearby bushes, when travelling towards Manchester; usually after dark. My return journey was usually in daylight, so that opportunities in the opposite site had been very limited. One day I was returning earlier than usual, about lunchtime, so stopped at the westbound site but with little expectation.

The loos on this side of the road were sited in an attractive picnic site with tables and benches scattered about between clumps of trees. As I approached the entrance to the “Gents” I was amazed to see that there was a closed circuit TV camera focussed on the entrance (have the police really nothing better to do?). There was no-one else in the urinal, so I decided to save my pee and treat myself to the pleasure of an open air piss later.

Outside there were one or two parked cars, some with drivers taking a nap or eating sandwiches. I strolled around the various grassy areas, but saw no-one. As I returned to the car park from the opposite direction I saw that the end car had the door open, the driver sitting sideways with his legs stretched out outside the car. He was wearing sawn-off denim shorts, and I could hardly believe my eyes. Poking out of one leg of the shorts was the head of, what had to be, a very large cock! I stopped a few feet away and he smiled at me.

“It’s a lovely view,” I said.

“Yes, the council keep the site nice,” he replied.

“I was referring to the closer view,” I said, staring straight at his exposed cockhead. He laughed, and suggested we go for a stroll. He pushed his cock back into his shorts, locked his car, and we walked to the far end of the site beyond a clump of bushes.

“I must have a piss,” I said. I unzipped my cock, and with some difficulty squirted out a small quantity. To my disappointment he walked off, but stopped again behind an even denser clump of bushes. Thinking that it was just a matter of him knowing the site better than me, I followed him and unzipped again to continue peeing. Again he walked off, back towards his car. Now assuming that he was not into piss fun, I followed him. Back at the car park he asked me if I knew where the forestry plantation was. I told him I did not. “Follow my car,” he said, “It’s only a couple of miles away and there we can piss in comfort.”

Now highly excited I followed him to a point where we parked at the entrance to a forestry track. The pine trees had carpeted the forest floor with dead needles, and once away from the track it would be impossible to get caught without hearing the foot treads of anyone approaching.

“If I piss for you, will you suck my cock?” he asked. I agreed, and he immediately removed his shorts finally revealing the large cock that I had anticipated. “Get your trousers down, and your shirt u,.” he said. I did just that and lay on my back on the ground. His uncircumcised cock was half-hard, but he was able to point it downwards towards my cock and balls. A few gentle strokes and his piss started to flow, and boy, did it flow! He had obviously been saving it, as I had, and he completely soaked my belly, thighs, cock and balls, as well as the surrounding ground.

There was no hope of me pissing, I was far too excited. As the last few drops dripped from his foreskin I sat up before he could shake it and slowly and powerfully started to suck his prick. His cock was beautifully clean, but of course had the wonderful salty taste of fresh piss. It was now obvious that he was as much into pissing as I was, because it took very little effort on my part before he shot a goodly load of come into my mouth.

I stood up, murmuring, “ My turn now,” thinking that I would have to finish myself off. However, despite having achieved his own climax, he cupped my balls in one hand while gently wanking my cock with the other. I moved close to him, and our lips met in a deep passionate kiss as my come shot out onto the ground.

One last cuddle, naked belly to naked belly, and as my cock quickly subsided I was at last able to empty my aching bladder. In the circumstances it came as a thin powerful stream as he looked on. Obviously he had been waiting a long time before pissing, because just as I was about to finish he pissed again, our two streams mingling together before hitting the ground. It was a great ending to a wonderful one-off experience.