Date: Tue, 13 Feb 2018 23:42:42 +0000
From: John Mack <icarusjohn@hotmail.com>
Subject: Piss fun in the toilet block

A friend recently asked me if I had ever tried water sports. I did not have
to think about it for long.

Water sports...mmmmmm...I have only ever had two experiences, but enjoyed
both. Sadly never met anyone so into it as to pursue it further, which is
not to say that I would not welcome some more experience.

The first time was with a uni mate, John, with whom I shared some of my
wilder sexual experiences in the late 1960s and early 1970s. Since then he
has lived in Geneva and Berlin working as a lawyer for a private bank,
making lots of money and exploring the diversity of sexual experiences, and
music, art, theatre and opera, available in Berlin. We have never managed
to catch-up on one of my trips to Europe, but have a couple of times when
he visited Australia to see his parents, now greatly aged.

It happened one summer when we were in our mid-20s. My parents had a beach
house at a remote beach in Victoria. They seldom used the house and I often
enjoyed it with the company of friends, not always sexual mates, but often.
That year John had begun working for a law firm and had had a hard year. I
promised him a week out of the city at the beach with total relaxation and
fun on the agenda. During the week the village was even less populated than
usual and as the house and garden was very private we had no worries about
wearing clothes or being seen by anyone.

We talked about our sexual experiences and fantasies, which included my
exhibitionist fun, some experience with spanking, some light S&M, and CBT,
and my interest in more public exposure/exhibitionist fun, and water
sports. I think John might still be the person who knows more about what I
have done than anyone else. We had, and still have, no embarrassment when
talking with each other about our sex lives. John was the first person to
take me to a Gay sauna, and who encouraged my exhibitionist interests there
and in public places. Daring each other to do something became a game. I
well remember the first time John dared me to let a guy fuck me in the
steamroom in front of everyone else there, and the time we both showered in
a beach changeroom and stroked ourselves up so we could show off our
erections to the other guys there. [That nearly got us into trouble, as one
old man complained to us.] And, a particularly horny episode at a beach
where we sucked each other off in the dunes while a bunch of older guys
watched.

I think it was during that week that John introduced me to the pleasures of
a butt plug. We had already explored dildos. But most exciting was our
experiment with water sport.

Late each afternoon, just after the greatest heat of the day we would put
our speedos and running shoes on and go for a jog down to the beach. There
was no pool at the house so to cool off we had to go to the beach. Usualy
we took the most direct route and were in the water within ten minutes, but
sometimes we went further to a very isloated beach. If no-one was on the
beach we could swim naked, which both of us preferred.

At this beach there was a car park and seldom used toilet/change block. It
was of the very old-fashioned kind, walls and no roof, with a toilet
cubicle, a shower spigot on the wall and a bench, and a cement trough on
the floor along a 6 foot length of wall. When we had spent a day swimming
at this beach, usually naked, we would shower there before going home. A
few times we shared the shower and got horny enough to indulge in some
sucking and fucking fun. I well remember John face down, legs on each side
of the bench, offering me his bum. I accepted and fucked him as hard as I
could, but worried about someone coming in. As he said, no one ever used
that change block, and if they did, surely I would enjoy being caught!!

That afternoon we ran down to the distant beach, but before we reached the
sand, John made a diversion into the toilet. He told me to follow him and
when we were inside to sit in the urinal trough with my back against the
wall and my legs spread. John stood between my legs and pulled his cock out
and began to piss on my chest and stomach and them my crotch. My cock
quickly hardened and I began to stroke myself. `Go on, take it out, jerk
with my piss.' I needed no further encouragement and was soon stroking my
cock as John pissed on me. When he had finished and I had not shot my load,
we ran down to the beach, pulled our shoes and speedos off and ran into the
water. Hard cocks on show. Our fucking that night was memorable!!

The next day I got my own back and made John lie down on the lawn and hosed
him down while he pissed over himself. But it was a one-off experience for
us at the time.

icarusjohn@hotmail.com