Date: Fri, 30 May 2008 08:40:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Piss Fanatic

Ever gone into a men's room and found everything covered in piss?  The
toilet seat, the sink, the floor, the toilet paper roll, all saturated with
piss and the whole place reeks of it.  That was probably because of me.

Since I was 14 or 15 I have been enthralled with piss.  My best friend and
neighbor, Bruce, and I grew up together and learned about our bodies
together.  We used to build "forts" in the backyard, made of blankets and
saw horses, and then go inside, get naked, and play around.

One time he was inside, and I had to wait to enter until he told me I
could.  Finally, he said I could enter.  I crawled in and saw his hard on
staring me in the face.  I moved up to take it into my mouth, and he shot,
but instead of cum it was a blast of piss.

He got some in my mouth, on my face, and soaked my t-shirt.  He apologized
over and over.  I used his embarrassment and guilt to get him to do all
kinds of things for me over the next couple of days.  He always thought it
was terrible what he had done, but I found it strangely exciting.

I couldn't get him to piss on me for a long time, but I did use his guilt
to have him give me blow jobs, hand jobs, and let me take out his cock at
the movies.  I secretly wanted him to piss in his pants while we were at
the theatre, but he never would.

I began to experiment with my own piss then.  I would sit on a toilet and
piss up my stomach and chest, and let the excess flow into the toilet.  In
the shower, I would always play my stream over my feet and legs.  And at
least once during a session I would taste my piss.

I remember being on a drive through Yosemite and the cars were moving
through one area very slowly and there was a guy standing next to the road
pissing in on of the run off grates.  The sun sparkled on the golden piss
and I wanted to stop and watch.

I wanted to taste other people's piss.  I wanted to experience the
different flavors and aromas.

In college, I found a coke can sitting next to a toilet in the men's room
in the library.  I lifted it and it was nearly full.  I put my nose to the
hole and took a whiff!  It was full of piss!  I had to taste it.  It was
cool, but still great.  Then I poured the rest over my crotch while I
pounded my fist on my rock hard cock.  I shot all over the partition in the
stall.

I took the can with me.  Later, I came back with a different can and filled
it with piss and left it by the toilet.  I went back the next day, and a
coke can was there -- I had used diet coke -- it was full of piss.

This went on for the rest of the year, the two of us anonymously exchanging
piss.  But I wanted it fresh and warm.

At beer busts, I would see guys pissing into their empty beer bottles, and
would secretly set it aside as I cleared the empties.  I would then take
them into the bathroom and taste the recycled beer.  I would always use
some to cover my dick and balls, and jerk off with.  It was the best!

I remember going into a men's room at a very busy bar.  It only had one
urinal and the place had a line out the door.  I said, "I guess it's all
filled up," and this guy offered to share the urinal with me.  I looked
down and saw his beautiful dick pissing a stream into the toilet.  At that
time I was very piss shy, so I couldn't do it, but would have loved to.  He
smiled at me as he saw me staring at his dick.

I loved places that had peep holes, so you could watch guys pissing into
urinals.  I could sit there for hours watching and jerking.  Sometimes I
would go out, if a guy hadn't flushed, and take some of his piss and spread
it on my dick.  I would then stand at the urinal and jerk off into his
remaining piss.

I never passed up a rest stop when driving because they almost always had
some sort of peephole.  One time a guy saw me watching, walked over to my
stall, I unlocked it, and he pushed the door open and proceeded to drench
me in piss.  I had just expected he would piss in my mouth.

I had to walk out to the car that way, and got some strange looks from some
of the people I walked past.

That got me started on pissing in my clothes.  At first I would do it in
the bathroom, because I had roommates.  I would strip to my underwear, then
stand in the shower and piss myself.  Then I would take off my briefs; put
them over my head, and jerk off as I inhaled the great smells.

I was always searching through my roommates' dirty clothes, looking for
their piss stained underwear to smell.  I also found cum stains and cum
rags.  That was a great additional surprise.  I loved the smells that came
from these, and I must admit that I would often chew on the special spots,
getting as much of the taste as possible.

I didn't think there was anyone else out there that was turned on by piss.
I thought I was the only one in the world with this perverted vice; I
didn't find out how wrong I was us until a couple of years later.  So I
kept my vice to myself.  I had only connected with the coke can guy and he
was no longer leaving me presents.

But I did venture out and try more things.  I started first by taking leaks
in public places, parking garages, libraries (between the stacks - on the
rug or floor), in the movies (either with my dick sticking out the leg of
my shorts, pissing on the floor, or going to the walkway while the movie
was playing, and piss on the rugs there), or in stores (I would go to the
stack of towels and stick my dick between the towels and piss away).

And one time, I took a package of dark boxer briefs to the fitting room.  I
opened just a corner of the package and pissed in it.  Then I took it back
and hung it on the peg.  I wondered what the people would think when they
got them home.  And how they would explain it when they went to return it.
I thought about buying a package, pissing in them and bringing them back to
see what the customer service would say.  I could imagine them sniffing the
bag.  That always made me laugh!

I would imagine the cleaners, or the buyer finding my piss covered
articles, and it would make me hard.

I also took to going places and pissing my pants.  I would stand at a
public telephone and, while on the phone, soak the front of my jeans.  And
a couple of times on the bus, I would fake being asleep and wet myself.

My roommates always gave me strange looks when I would walk out on the deck
at the back of our apartment and piss off the edge.  I got to where I would
do this at all times of the day, and in various stages of dress.  A couple
of times, I would just have a towel wrapped around me, walk out, take the
towel off, and piss off the edge.

I was sure they talked behind my back about my strange actions, or how I
would "accidentally" walk in on them when they were taking a leak.  I would
get a good look while I said, "Oh, sorry; didn't know you were in here."

About that time is when I started soaking men's rooms.  I would go in and
spray the place down; sometimes standing on the sink or the bowl and hosing
the place down.  I would drink lots of water or beer before I would go to
do my marking of my territory.

Or I would piss in the trash can in the restroom, imagining the cleaning
guy lifting out the plastic liner and seeing a large volume of piss in the
bottom.

And still I wanted more!  I would save up piss until I had enough to pour
over me for a shower.  Or I gave myself piss enemas!

Finally, I finished school, inherited some money, and found a job working
from home.  I was in my glory then.  I had the floors in the house redone,
so they were all tile, and every room had drains in them.  I had lots of
plastic chairs and Formica tables.

I bought as much of my electronics as possible to be waterproof.  And what
wasn't, I mounted on the walls.  I could sit at my computer and piss and
never worry about anything getting wet -- it was on a shelf that was
mounted to the walls.

It was then that I really became obsessed with piss.  When I pissed, I
always saved it.  And while I would be having my morning piss into the
container, I would dip my toothbrush into the stream and brush my teeth
with the piss soaked toothbrush.

I used piss as my deodorant and my hair gel.  I had several sets of clothes
that hadn't been washed in ages that were soaked and resoaked with piss.
Needless to say, I didn't get a lot of invitations out with the way I
smelled.  I could clean up if I had to, but I preferred not to.

I found a bunch of guys that would come over for poker nights.  Mostly we
would sit around drinking beer, and playing poker.  I set up a urinal that
emptied into a five gallon drum for use later.

After about their third visit, I stood up and pissed in an empty beer
bottle.  After that, they followed suit, and soon I had bottles and bottles
of piss.

One guy actually asked me what I did with the piss.  I was a bit drunk, or
at least pretended to be, so I said, "I shower with it."

They all laughed and the guy said, "That explains the smell!" and they
laughed some more, which ended with me bringing out a five gallon jug for
them to piss into.  They would walk over, unzip, stick their dick in the
opening, and piss away.  But I wanted to see them piss, so I got a funnel
for them to piss in.

I got the shower fixed up to so I could empty the five gallon drums into a
tank that would warm it to 98.6 degrees, and then pump it up to the shower
head.  Nice warm showers of all these guys' piss!

I figured out a piss cocktail of piss, 7-up, vodka, and ice.  Man that was
good!

About that time, I got hooked up with some guys on line, and I invited them
over to my "piss pad"; they went wild.  Piss was going everywhere!  It was
amazing to take a guy's dick in hand and direct the spray wherever I wanted
it.  It was so wild.

I found out how piss shy I was when a guy took my dick in hand and wanted
me to piss on him.  I couldn't go!  They all laughed and worked with me
until I could piss anywhere any time!

They had me winning bets in bars that I could piss in a guy's pocket.  That
was always fun!

They blew my mind when they took one of the guys, laid him on his back, and
rolled his ass up into the air.  They inserted a funnel into his ass and
had everyone piss into the funnel, filling the guy up.  Then they added the
7-up and vodka, and stuffed some ice cubes in his ass after removing the
funnel.  Then they inserted a plastic tube into his ass and took hits
directly from the hose.  I found out that the guy whose ass we used was
getting drunk from the alcohol absorbed through the lining of his hole!
They told me that had really cleaned him out with repeated piss enemas so
he would be ready to serve as the "vessel" for our cocktails.  It was wild!

And the first time someone, who was fucking me, pissed in my ass, I almost
died.  What a great experience!

And all these guys appreciated giving and taking right from the tap, so no
empty beer bottles needed, except when we wanted to play a prank on an
unsuspecting newcomer.

Now that the word is out, I have a steady stream (pun intended) of visitors
that try to expand my horizons!  I had never thought of making piss ice
cubes to add to lemonade or other drinks until one of these visitors showed
me.

Now that the summer weather is approaching, we are using the deck and
backyard to expand our piss play.  One visitor told me about making a
piss/mud pit and having mud wrestling in it.

And here I thought I was the only piss fanatic in the world!


Comments, suggestions, sharing your experiences, and photos are always
welcome -- harryrod575@yahoo.com

Have fun

harry