I’d been into private watersports for several years, at least since puberty, and for a long time I felt like I was on my own and that nobody shared my interest in it. It was my own dirty little secret. This was back in the days before the internet and it was difficult to openly discuss the topic with others. I’d moved to a new city and quickly figured out where the local gay bar was located so I started visiting it on Friday evenings. About a month after starting to go to the bar I notice one night that a guy was following me every time I went to take a leak. Eventually he got comfortable enough to stand beside the urinal when I was pissing and said ‘It’s too bad you’re wasting that.’ I knew what he meant and I probably got an instant hard-on. I was drinking beer and when he came over to speak to me I noticed that he was only drinking water so I asked why. He said he was driving but already had a full bladder and asked if I was interested in going home with him. I didn’t hesitate to say yes. I was in my early 20s and he was in his mid 30s with thinning hair and had a great body. He commented on my body because I was working out at the time I was pretty fit as well.
He drove us back to his place and led me down an outside stairwell and into an unfinished basement where he had a cot set up with a vinyl covered mattress on it. “Take your clothes off and lie down” he ordered. As I was doing this he took off his clothes, displaying his attractive but at that point flaccid uncut member. He stood over me for what seemed like an eternity, telling me that his bladder was so full he could barely stand the pain. Finally, took a snort of poppers and let loose with what seemed like a never ending torrent of piss, soaking my chest, my face, and my balls. I stopped stroking my own penis because I knew if I didn’t I’d shoot a massive load of cum.
We played off and on for about three hours, drinking beers he brought down from upstairs, taking poppers and variously changing positions from top to bottom and back again until eventually we both agreed it was time to cum and clean up. When we were finished he told me to grab my clothing and led me to an upstairs bathroom. There were kids toys in the house and he then admitted to me that he was married but liked to “play” when he got the chance. His wife and kids were away visiting her sister at the time. We exchanged phone numbers (he gave me his work number) and we connected about half a dozen more times when he had the house to himself.
I finally knew I wasn’t the only person on earth who was into piss play. It was liberating and I never looked back.