Golden Shower

He's tough. He's a bit rough. He's distant, by choice.

I've hooked up with him a number of times, but the stories will be out of order. This is the last (hopefully not final) time, I was with him.

He (I have no name) was the other response to my wanting to worship cock ad. The other guy was bad - in a bad way. This guy was bad - in a great way.

Even in early correspondence, he asked about limits - including piss.

I'm on the fence about piss - as I know I've mentioned before. In my mind, I think it's a hot idea. In reality, I can't get over drinking piss. Even being pissed on is a nice idea, but it just rarely works out the way I *think* it should be.

Porn and video editing ruins everything.

But here we were, on our fourth encounter - him asking before arriving if I was ready for his piss.

I had to say 'yes' as I feared if I answered otherwise, I might not get another chance with him. And I want many chances with him.

He is manly. Handsome. Standing 6'2", really nice body, but not over processed and possibly one of the most handsome cocks I've encountered.

A true eight inches. Thick shaft with the most perfect and sizable head.

But the best part is, he knows how to use it.

And he is a man of very very very few words.

The little speaking can be extremely erotic or overly daunting depending on who you are or even when you're together.

This time, like the others (which you will hear about), there was no fucking around - just straight down to business. I led him upstairs to the bathroom. I stripped down and got into the shower.

He did the same.

Normally he is always silent, and this time is no different. But the reasons were: concentration.

You know, that time it takes to 'perform', even if you're just in a bar at a urinal and know you need to go versus actually just doing it.  And now - with me - he had an audience of sorts.

What he had was a sub who was on his knees ready to feel his piss - and I'm guessing he doesn't want a faggot like me thinking he can't perform.

What was probably less than 45 seconds seemed like minutes.

Soon, I felt the trickle of warm liquid dropping on the top of my head.

I know people can 'feel' color, and while I'm not one of them, it felt yellow. Of course I felt that because I knew it was piss. Still, I sensed it my brain that bright yellow fluid was flowing over my shave head and dripping down onto my back.

The stream did not come on strong, nor did it seem like much - and that bothered me, honestly. It probably bothered him, as he's been so proficient in his other areas with me before. But true to form, it is not something we talked about - during or after.

He pushed me into his balls and I licked those. They are beautiful too. I think he shaves them but there is always just the slightest roughness to them, as if the hair has just started to grow back. Even the first time we met, I offered to clean them up for him anytime he wanted. I got zero response.

So I licked his balls. I tongued them nice and gentle, just slightly running my tongue over them to give him a shiver up his spine. I was hoping to get things flowing because I know if I made him hard with my mouth on his cock, the piss would take forever to flow.

It somewhat worked as there were a few more streams of his yellow gold. Still it hit the top of my head and rolled backwards as I was still between his legs.

I went further back and hit his 'taint and then his pucker.

He muttered, "finally you're doing something right!"

I know he loves his ass eaten.

Unfortunately, I did not get to do that much. He found his footing, so to speak and the piss started to flow.

It was hot and warm, depending on where it hit - and the heat was not fully on in the house on this cold day - so even the warm urine turned to a cold feeling after hitting the skin for more than a few seconds.

It was pungent. He wasn't drinking water all day, that's for sure.

But he took aim and now coated my head, which I then lifted. The stream hit my face and I stuck out my tongue for good measure.

I won't go on record saying I drank any of it, but it was tasted and I looked up at him as I did it.

He move his direction downward: neck, chest, abs and my crotch. All of it, like the theory of Reaganomics, trickled down and went to my hairy legs and then to the shower floor.

When he was spent of that, his cock was hard. He manipulated it with his hand and in a moment shoved it in my mouth, where he unloaded a fuck of a lot of cream.

He always shoots a big load.

After he calmed down, he turned on the shower water and used the handheld nozzle to rinse off my head and down my body. That was unexpected, as I assumed I would smell like his piss the rest of the day, but that did not happen.

By the time I dried off, he was dressed and I escorted him downstairs with nothing on myself.

I emailed him and thanked him for the day.

He replied: "very satisfied to relieve myself".

...and that's the last I've heard from him.