Date: Tue, 25 Dec 2007 07:45:58 -0800 (PST)
From: largoloubear@yahoo.com
Subject: Piss Man

I spent a large portion of my adult life searching out
mature men who would not minding donating their urine
for my drinking pleasure. The best episodes were ones
where you did not ask for it...and this was one of
those many times.

It was late March and the weather in South Jersey was
still cold and damp.  I had my day of in the middle of
the week and I went to a local convenience store to
get a sub for lunch.

Upon walking into the establishment, I noticed a man I
had seen there quite a few times before.  He was a
transient, in his fifties.  He stood about 5'10", was
thin with a little paunchy belly, dirty jeans and work
boots.  He looked like he had taken a recent shower as
his hair was neatly combed and didn't have that
"cigarette and wet newspaper smell" on him.

On occasion, I would open the door for him and he
would say hello once in a while, but I never thought
of him in a sexual way. I prefer larger, blue collar
types that are mature and straight acting...the best
kind to get piss out of in South Jersey. I did find
this fellow interesting though, and unknowing to me,
this guy noticed that I would look at him quite often.


This particular morning, it was raining and I stood
outside the door waiting for the rain to subside so
that I could get to my car and not get drenched.

This small man walked over to me, greeted me and asked
if he could ask me a question.  I said, go ahead.  "I
hope I'm not being too forward, but I have noticed
that you look at me a lot when we run into each
other...is there something you want to ask me?".

Not being good at small talk, I answered, "I don't
mean any harm, pal, I did not know that I was that
obvious".

With a deep, smoker's voice, he said, "Sometimes I
noticed you looking at my crotch, and that is ok",
then he smiled and grabbed a handful of soft cock.

Again, I apologized and he said that he wouldn't mind
a little companionship once in a while, "if you know
what I mean".

The rain tapered of to a light drizzle and he walked
off to the parking lot.  I wanted to say something
about sucking him off, but the words didnt come out.
I waited a minute and walked to the parking lot too.

Upon getting to the corner of the building, I noticed
that this guy was waiting at the rear corner of the
building and was looking at me.  He motioned me to
follow and I did so.  In the back of the store was a
dense series of trees that you cold easily get lost
in.  He found an opening and walked into the thicket.
Here I was, following someone who could have easily
pulled a knife or a gun and did some real harm.

I followed him for about a minute or two and there was
a clearing, a yard and the back of a small trailer.
This was apparently the back way to his house.

There was a small opening in a chain link fence and I
walked in after him.  He stood there, and I walked in
and sat in an old rickety lawn chair.  He turned to
face me and pulled his zipper down.  He walked over to
where I was sitting and told me that we were safe and
no one would see us.

"Ok, boy, before I can get it on, I gotta take a
leak", he said as he pulled out a smallish uncut dick.
 It's skin covered the entire head and came to a point
at the end...just my favorite.  It started to drip
piss.

It was then that lust took over and I said, "No need
to waste it on your bushes, stick that beauty in my
mouth and let me have it".  He laughed and placed the
cock in my mouth and almost screamed, "Finally, I got
myself a pissdrinker...Don't suck, I won't be able to
pee". He added, "I have always wanted to do this, but
I could never find anyone interested".

After about ten seconds of waiting, a long hot shot
hit the back of my throat.  It was a very tasty and
salty brew, like he had been drinking coffee all
morning.  As hard as it was to swallow, I did my best.
 As he was unloading, he pulled his cock out of my
mouth and said he wanted to see his piss going into my
mouth.  I opened wide and he continued, I confirmed
what I thought earlier...his piss was very dark in
color, was very fragrant and very strong to swallow.
With my mouth open, and the rain started to continue,
I let some of piss flow out of my mouth on to my
clothes. His flow stopped and I noticed that he was
standing in front of my mouth as a man would stand at
his favorite urinal.  He pulled his foreskin back over
the head and shook his remaining drops onto my
tongue...His cock also grew to a nice seven inches.

He asked if I wanted to blow him.  I had time, so I
said that I would.  We went into his very unkept home.
 Pizza boxes and Chinese food cartons thrown
everywhere, a piss scent was very noticable in the
house and he walked over to a sofa bed that was
already pulled out and there were copies of female
porno all over the bed.

He took off everything except his undershirt and sat
on the bed.  "Well it isn't a Hollywood mansion, but
it is home to me", he confessed.  "I'm usually into
women, but since I've gotten older, I have to get my
nuts off anyway I can", he added.

I sat on the bed, pushed him back and proceeded to
suck his seven inches into my mouth.  I encountered a
very heavy groin odor that was sweat and not funk.  I
was very gentle at first then he told me that his
"foreskin was tough and it would take a beating"  So I
increased my motions with my lips, throat and my
tongue.  He was really getting into it by bucking his
hips to try to get more of his cock into my mouth,
when in all facts, I had every inch in my mouth down
to his smelly pubes.

After about ten minutes of intense sucking and
licking, I felt his balls tense up and he fired away.
He gave no warning, but just grunted and sighed.  I
drank his almost tasteless soup and was about to pull
my head out of his lap.  He held my head down and he
said, "Wait until it softens and my bladder relaxes".
I was then awarded with another mouth full of
piss...this time not as strong and I gulped it down
with gusto.

After he was done, we exchanged names and I got to
service him quite a few times until he died.  It was
said that he became homeless and was killed when he
slept in a dumpster to keep warm and was compacted in
a trash truck.  Too bad, he was a nice man.

LouBear