It was Tuesday, August 16, '22.
The guy I'd been messaging had given me directions. Go to this park, this parking lot, look for this particular car, go down this trail x distance to this clearing.
"I'll see if I can get additional guys." Was his last message.
His first had been, "You really into piss or are you just curious?" I'd had the hookup app open since I got off the plane. I was on a work trip, always a good time to screw around.
I'd answered that I was, indeed, into watersports, with the caveat that I was also into hygiene and not into that first morning thing...I preferred water piss.
"What else? You fuck? Bottom, right?" I answered him in the affirmative.
The clearing wasn't big. Maybe 15x20, with a small picnic table, grill and water spigot all on a concrete dais. It was around the bend from the main trail, hidden by a mass of greenery.
An older guy, maybe mid 60's was there on the seat, naked from the waist down. All he actually wore was sunglasses, a tank top and sandals. He was a pretty chubby guy, with a full head of thick grey hair.
He was jacking himself lazily. His cock was average length, not very thick. His balls though, big heavy sack. The entire area was covered in thin, grey curls.
He looked nothing like the guy in the profile pic, so I assumed he wasn't.
I glanced around a bit while walking towards him and when he spoke, "You Blatant_bi_guy?" I nodded, "I'm Will. StubbyDude sent me."
(Names and screen names have been changed to protect the filthy)
Nodding to him I walked closer, "You can put your clothes on that log over there." I moved that way, "Stubby says you're into pee play. How do you like it?"
"Any way you want to give it, as long as it's not that coffee/first one of the day things." My clothes started to come off, starting with the shirt, then the shorts and underwear. I started to leave my shoes on, then thought about what might be taking place. Shoes and socks went as well.
I grabbed the bottle of lube out of my shorts pocket and turned back to see Will standing, "I been drinking water all day. I gotta take a leak bad." I nodded. "Can you get on your knees here?" He pointed by the water spout.
No sooner did my knees hit the concrete than he took a few steps towards me, pointed at my face and let go with a powerful stream.
The hot fluid didn't have much odor and what got in my mouth had little taste.
"Open...open your...mouth." I did as asked. "You don't gotta swallow, just want you to take this...piss." He pressed his rounded knob past my lips and I let him squirt a bit, swallowing a small amount but letting the rest flow out and over my chest, down my body and over my cock, balls and legs.
His breath was coming hard, "That's fucking hot. We've only got one bottom...uhn...around here that does any piss stuff. He...he doesn't take it...inside him."
He paused his flow and pulled away, releasing more across my face, neck and chest. "God that's hot. Fucking hot."
It trailed off after a bit and he shuffled forward, sticking himself back into my mouth. I surrounded his pleasantly sized prick with my lips and went to work.
"I...I fucking love pissing...pissing on a guy. Love watching it soak him." The taste of his urine was gone almost instantly as he began thrusting himself into my face.
My tongue went into exploration mode, trying to find his trigger. His relatively comfortable width meant I could be more investigative, more curious. He wasn't taking up my entire mouth, so I had more room to work.
It's why I love guys built like this...it's like I've got all this area to create something, to see how many ways I can please a guy.
Don't get me wrong, I love a big dick as well. I just have more ability to work on something more reasonable.
Unfortunately, his trigger had apparently been pissing on a guy. Just as I was getting familiar with how his head was flared slightly wider than his shaft, how his fat scrotum was connected to his base with a fleshy webbing instead of just skin, how he had a few small papules on the underside and enjoyed you flicking them, the first thud of his salty cum hit my tongue.
It had a thin consistency, at least where cum is concerned. It also only had a definite flavor on the first two shots, definitely salty, a tiny bit sweet, somewhat metallic.
The next few shots and until he'd finished were almost flavorless. I drank them down nonetheless and enjoyed every bit.
I felt him reach down and grab himself away from me, then stepped back. "That's so good. That's real good. You're fun." He said, sitting down. He continued to jack himself as he deflated.
Sitting near him, I fondled my six inches absent mindedly while we chatted. He mentioned he'd lived in the area all his life, only realized he was gay about ten years ago, then went into overdrive when he discovered watersports.
"It's the visual for me. The thought, you know? Watching something come out of you all over someone or into someone. It's like giving them a load, but like...all of it." He smiled.
"I'm glad I could help you out." I said, then relayed my history to him.
