This is a true story that happened to me about 3 years ago. Let me know what you think!
I never did it until about 10 years ago and then it was unexpected from a Mexican national that couldn't speak english. After I once tasted it, I wanted more. I used to see a guy a lot at the Eagle. Again, without asking, we were on the balcony feeling each other off when he stuck his tongue down my throat in a hot, passionate kiss. During the kiss, he unzipped my jeans. I thought he was going for my dick, but I was wrong. He pulled his dick out instead and put it inside my jeans by mine. The next thing I feel is warm piss on my dick and balls as my jeans become soaked in his piss. Every time they would start to dry out, he would do it again. I imagine he kept me wet 12 -15 different nights. I loved it! I got lots of strange looks when guys would try to feel my hard dick and find the wet jeans! I didn't know that I was not going to see him any more as he apparently moved from the Dallas area, but the last time I saw him, he told me he was going to give me a night to remember. When we finished the beer we were drinking he had me follow him outside, across the parking lot, down a trail, into a wooded area. There were a couple of guys already there playing around but that didn't bother him. He told me to kneel in front of him with my knees and hands on the ground. I was thinking, good, he is going to let me drink it this time. I was partially right, he told me to open my mouth as he aimed his dick at it. Instead of letting me close my lips on his dick, he stood about a foot away and let go a powerful stream into my mouth. About the time I swallowed the first time, he re-aimed to the top of my head, soaking my hair. As the piss ran down my face into my eyes, I had to shut them. I couldn't see anything but could tell there was movement around me. All of a sudden there was a second hot stream of piss, this one soaking my t-shirt. Someone told me to open my mouth again and a third hot stream filled my mouth but his time with bitter tasting piss. I swallowed but was ready for him to aim somewhere else, but he didn't for a long time. By the time they were finished, I didn't have a dry thread on my wet all over body. He told me I looked like a wet dog and smelled like a stale urinal.
I was going to get in my truck and come back home, but the guy insisted that I needed to come back inside. I agreed if he would let me take off the wet t-shirt and put it in the truck. He agreed and we went back in and I stayed until after the 2 AM orgy that took place on the balcony. He gave me a big load of cum that night and washed it down with a few short squirts of piss. As I was leaving he told me he hoped he had given me a night I would remember him by because he wouldn't be there any more.
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