Piss Newbie

My Playroom—April, 2018

Back on March 8^th I was working on a post and then, instead of writing that night, I went out to meet a newbie to talk about piss play.  (You’ll find it here.)  But let me quote a little: 

“…A young man wanted to meet in a neutral space.  I agreed.  I found him there drinking coffee and immersed in his phone.  He was in his mid-20's, handsome and had long dreadlocks brushing his shoulders.  He wanted to know about piss play.  About my playroom.  How to prep for it.  How I liked to play with piss.

I was eager to share.

We chose not to get wet last night.  Partly for I have a big day today and didn't want to wake up every half hour to piss.  Partly for the cold snap here in Michigan has made my playroom cold--even with a space heater--it was not the night to be covered in piss while I ate his ass.

But I'm sure you will be reading about it soon on these pages.”

Well, it took us until April for our schedules to mesh and for the weather to get warm enough to do piss play in my drafty old house.  But meet we did…and here it is…

He’s right on time.  The door bell sounds loud announcing his arrival.  He comes in, rather flustered and nervous.  He wants to sit in the living room and talk a little—“If that’s Ok.”

I agree and we sit, both clutching our Gatorade bottles.  We talk of his drive down (he had to stop twice to piss) and his work schedule (which sounds much like mine for the summer.)  I ask if he’s still looking for an all piss and oral meet.  Yup, there will be no anal today and that’s fine as long as I know it going in.  We chat until he’s relaxed and he says he’s ready to go upstairs.  He strips and ties the dreads up under a bandanna—there’s no way he wants those soaked.  He has a good, if not ripped, body.  He is naked.  I keep on the dirty jock I’m making reek for a filthy Canadian.  And my combat boots reserved for the piss party.

We move to each other and kiss, standing up.  He’s good.    His cock swells enough to nudge my balls.  He breaks the kiss.  “I really have to piss.  How do…”

My answer is to fall to my knees and take him in my mouth, lightly, just his slightly swollen cock on my tongue.  He takes a moment—and then blasts a huge stream of pale liquid down my throat.  All at once.  No starts and stops.  I swallow like mad.  I’ll be damned if I’m going to waste any or choke on his first piss feed.  I manage it all down.  It’s incredibly sweet.  And the look on his face—the delight in seeing me drain him dry— is priceless.

Once it stops, I begin sucking his cock.  I have him hard instantly.  I stand up.  We kiss again.  He likes the remnants of the piss in my mouth.

“That was super hot,” he says.  “You ready?”

“I want to check it to make sure it’s diluted enough.  Get up on the fuck bench.”

He does.  I kneel behind him and begin tonguing the crack of his bubble butt.  There is coarse black hair up and down his crack.  I begin licking the length of his ass crack—pulling his cheeks apart.  He moans and tells me that feels wonderful.  I begin drilling his hole.  He likes that, too.  Enough that he reaches back and helps hold his spread cheeks.

I take the opportunity to stand up.  My cock brushes by his hole on the ascent.  And I start to piss on his ass crack.

“Fuccccccck!  That’s so hot!”

I stop the stream and go back to my knees.  I lick the piss out of his ass crack where it is dripping from all the wiry hairs.   He moans again and tells me to eat him out.  I lick up every drop I can.  I stand back up and spray him again.

I fall to my knees again and clean up round two.  When my tongue has found every drop, I stand up.  I still have some in my bladder. 

“I have some for you to drink.”  I’m thinking I might just go around and hose his open mouth, but in a flash he’s off the bench and on his knees in front of me.

“Give it to me.”  I stick my hard cock in his mouth.  It barely deflates at all before I piss.  Long and fast.  Making him work to drink me down.

“You like that?”

He makes the most erotic sounding swallowing noises of assent.  When he’s done, he stands up and gives me the biggest kiss.  Well, fuck me, he saved some of my piss and is giving it back to me.  Fuck, yeah!  We yellow ball it back and forth, until I get greedy and swallow it.

“Let’s use the sling.”

He gets in.  I adjust his legs in the stirrups.  I lick his ass for a moment, but then stand and bend to suck his cock.  I haven’t had it fully hard in my mouth yet.  It fills it nicely.  I work his dick with my tongue until I’m rewarded with a taste of his precum.

I fall to my knees and work his precum into his now slightly open hole.  He figures out just what I’m doing—and his response it to beat his dick faster and to plead for more piss.

In the end, he pisses before I do.  I take some in my mouth with him lying there.  After a second or two, I pull off him and he is spraying down his own chest.  It is still a strong enough spray to reach his chin, but now quite into his mouth.  I help that by lapping up puddles of piss on his belly and feeding them to him.  This makes him fully erect again.  I repeat licking it up and feeding him—over and over.

My next piss spurt covers his hard cock.  I suck it clean.  The next piss spurt goes into his armpit—but it’s not enough to get rid of the antiperspirant he has to wear for work.

I send the next gush into his open mouth.  I deliberately let it play over his chin, too.  He cranes to get it down his throat.

He’s soaked.  Really, really wet.

“I could cum.”

I move between his suspended legs and take his dick in my mouth.  In moments I get a big creamy load.  Spurt after spurt.  I hold him in my mouth, letting him go soft.  I’m guessing he will have more piss for me. 

He does.  He lets it fly with a whimper.  I swallow and beat my own cock.  He runs dry.  I straighten up.

I spit some of his piss onto his deflating cock.  I don’t really need to cum—but decide to—I splatter out a big load all over his dripping balls—loving the color contrast of white on black.

“Well?”  I ask when we both have caught our breath.  “Worth the wait?”

He nods, delighted.  “I can’t wait to do it again.”

And I show him the way to the shower…