Okay dude. Not sure how you got into my head but that is a close damn description of my experience as well. I’ve only partaken 5-10x. I love watching piss in mouth vids. I swallow cum so WTH. My only hesitation, I won’t be able to swallow at the speed of delivery and I don’t want it on me; I just want to feel that stream going down, down, down.
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It isn’t easy to piss when you’re hard. I let those hard guys cum and then get them to relax and let me drink their golden load. And I prefer piss compared to cum so I let them get their rocks off and then I get mine off when I’m drinking them.
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I love the taste, I love pissing into my mouth, gets me rock hard. Even better to have a guys coxk in your mouth and he starts to piss, the feeling of the piss flow is so thrilling.
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For me I just love the taste and I love anything that’s coming from a man and his cock. I can not get enough I drink it any time it’s offered to me. I love going into public toilets and drinking and licking the urinals clean. My dream is to become a urinal for men to use and fill me up.
Piss is just amazing and I love the feeling of being a dirty pig for use
Why? I have asked myself that a lot. I’ve also asked what would possess a man to put another man’s penis in his mouth? Yet I crave it. If I get sucked so be it. I like the challenge of getting a guy off ‘hands free’. Like cum, I don’t like the smell of piss, or the taste. Not to judge others in the least but I have no desire to be pissed on. That said, if it’s a really hot guy (to me) and I’ve been able to blow him off; if he wants to ‘move on’ because he “Really has to piss”, I usually say, “Ooh. Is that a statement or an query? No need to leave if you really need to go.” It takes a sec for the stud to process what I’m proposing. The flash in his eyes. “This dude just said he’d drink my piss. Oh shit!” He’s getting hard again. The pressure is building in his loins and I’m trying to keep my tongue still. He still can’t believe this man is going to let me Piss. In. His. Mouth… Right here. A trickle. he’s holding his breath. Still in awe I haven’t move away. I little squirt. I moan and encourage him to proceed. It’s okay to let go. Then, he can’t stop because the muscles won’t let him. The stream starts. I relax so I can just let it go down. The gulp as I swallow. keep my tongue still so that stream can just go down. The piss taste-smell has passed and I am drinking this man’s ‘water’. It is tasteless. I am rock hard because like a long stream of cum I am ingesting him. Submissive? A urinal? FUCK NAW; I am in control! I asked for it. I got what I asked for. If ‘I’ wasn’t on my knees and asking for it he’d be in the bathroom making an offering to a porcelain. I am the TOP at this moment. He is the supplicant making an offering to ME.
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Hi guys, new here.I do it because it has always been a fascination. My dad peed and showered in front of us up until age 5-7 or so. Then, he would walk around the side of the building or car, and I would listen for his stream hitting the ground. It always slightly turned me on, though I didn’t know that’s what that feeling was at the time.
There’s just something about the raw masculinity of standing and peeing.
As I grew older, I would think about and wonder what my own pee tasted like. I finally got up the gumption to pee in a Dixie cup one time. You know, the ones you used for mouthwash? I was hooked. From saving my pee, smelling it, to the first time I tasted it straight from a guy’s dick out in the woods above a lake, it keeps popping up in my life.
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Wow! You put it so well!!! 
In my case it was my sexy stepdad and it happened when I was between four and seven years old. The first time I ever got turned on was when we were working out in the yard and he had to take a piss, so instead of going in the house, he just pulled it out right there in the yard and pissed on a big oak tree. My head came up to the level of his crotch and I remember staring at the huge head of his peter, and I remember how beautiful it was, and seeing his stream of golden piss splashing against the tree out in the bright daylight. It was awesome! Another time, we were looking for something in an old garage. There was an old washing machine in this garage, it was an old ringer washer with a manual ringer mounted on an arm over an open tub. Nothing about these old washers was automatic, you had to manually drain the wash water out of the tub and refill it from a hose to rinse the clothes. There was a little faucet on the side of the tub used to drain out the water, and this washer had a short piece of hose attached to the drain faucet. Dad had to take a piss, and for some reason he decided to piss in this old open top washer. He stood up on a stool and pissed in the washer in front of me, and the sound of his piss stream hitting the inside walls of the empty washer made a loud sound like thunder, and he looked like a god pissing down from heaven to my wide young eyes. But, the best part was, his piss ran out of the washer through the drain faucet, and flowed through the short hose, and came out on the floor right by my foot. It was like magic, his golden piss flowed all around and came out next to my bare foot where I could feel it still warm from his hot body, and I was wishing he would piss on me and let me drink his hot piss directly from the tap. He used to walk around the house wearing nothing but his white jocky shorts and I could clearly see the outline of the head of his cock on the cloth, and I wanted it so bad, but I never had the courage to tell him how I felt.
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Well, maybe Freud wasn’t crazy after all with his assessment that we are sexual being from birth; and our sexuality manifests at an early age, even when we may not fully grasp what we’re thinking, seeing or feeling. We are who we are. It may just take awhile before we have the language to express those feelings, let alone the courage to speak those musings to ourselves and share them with others.
Wow that is very hot. I’m glad you had those experiences. Did you have more experiences watching him piss as you got older?
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I think your hypothesis is accurate.
No, unfortunately, those were the only times I saw him take a piss. But, he continued to walk around the house shirtless and wearing nothing but his jockey shorts until I grew up and left home. He even ate at the dinner table like that. That was very exciting to me, because he had a great body. And, he encouraged me to do the same thing, but I was too shy. To this day, I’m super turned on by a guy wearing old fashioned white jockey shorts. Once, right after I started puberty, we were alone together in the garage he asked me if my cock ever got hard and if it was starting to foamed up when I took a piss. I said yes to both of those things and I asked him if something was wrong with me, He said don’t worry because it’s natural and it happens to every boy my age because I was becoming a man. That made me so fuckin hot, that I got hard and I wanted him to pull out his peter right there and force me to get down on my knees and suck it, but it didn’t go that far. When I reached 12 or 13, I used to get his white jockey shorts out of the dirty clothes hamper when nobody was home. His white jockey shorts always had his yellow piss stains them, and they had the smell of his piss and cock and balls on them. I used to sniff them and jack off while I enjoyed the smell of his cock and nuts and piss on his shorts. When I got older, I’d wear them, and think about how his cock and balls were hanging in those shorts all day and sweating, and then I’d rub my cock against the inside of his shorts and cum. Over time, he became physically abusive toward me, but he never sexually abused me, even though I wanted him to do that so bad that I dreamed about it every night. The day I graduated from High School I left home and never saw him again. Only now, do I realize what was going on, I know I was in love with him, and I think he was in love with me, but we both knew we could never have each other, so the desire and sexual tension between us eventually turned into frustration, then anger, and finally physical violence. The only way he could touch me was to beat me up. Those were very different times, I was so closeted, that I never had sex until I was nearly thirty.
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Terrific experience seeing him in his white Jockey briefs only. I love you saw his yellow piss stains on his white Jockeys and smelled his piss stained manscented dirty undies. Did he even get hard or scratch his crotch while wearing his Jockeys?