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How I Became A Piss Pig
Posted byCaesar on Tuesday, October 21 @ 13:13:02 CDT
Contributed by ChgoPissboy

In November 2002, I took some time off to travel across Asia after competing in the Gay Games in Sydney, Australia.

After training all year long -- running, swimming, and bicycling -- I felt great and looked even better.

After all that disciplined training and now that the competition was over, I needed some time to let loose and play.

Little did I know that this trip would turn me into a piss-pig.

I was seated next to a good-looking gentleman on a flight from Cambodia to Malaysia. I had on my Gay Games t-shirt and some tight jeans. My nipples were showing right through my shirt -- tight across my chest .

After a few knowing glances, I got to talking to the gentleman seated next to me. I learned that he was gay too (how do the airlines always seat us together?) and that he knew the region well. It turns out that he was a semi-retired lawyer from Florida.

He gave me the names and numbers of a few "boyfriends" of his in Kuala Lumpur, the ultra-modern capital city of Malaysia with the world’s tallest building. I decided not to call the 19 year-old who "looks younger than that," but I did call 30 year-old Ahmad*.

It turns out that it was Ramadan, the Muslim holiday of fasting. That means that there's no eating, drinking, or smoking during the day. And Ahmad was required to adhere to these restrictions for the full 40 days. But those Islamic Malaysians spent all that pent up energy at night! (Plus, 40% of non-Muslim Malaysians are not under these restrictions.)

Ahmad came to my hotel, took me out, and showed me the town. I wasn't too into him at first, but he was really nice and welcoming. I didn't know what to make of him. Was he a hustler? What was he?

The first stop was to the chic main street in Bukit Bintang. We walked by cute street cafes with tobacco hookahs on the tables and settled for some espresso at an upscale coffee shop. Of course, I bought.

Ahmad suggested we buy some ecstasy. I had just tried some for the first time a few weeks before in Australia, had so much fun, and was willing to give it another try. He seemed old hat at this so I felt I could trust him.

It was a beautiful, humid, hot night. We dropped the X, and entered a hip bar with some hot British DJ playing disco. We were drinking a lot, and I knew I needed to keep hydrated while on ecstasy. Plus, I liked the feeling of all that liquid against my dick. I was feeling really sensual, and looking forward to pissing all that beer and water out of my cock.

It started to lightly rain in the humid night. Ahmad took out to a secluded balcony at the bar. Like I said earlier I wasn't too much into him, but the X was taking effect (damn him!). I stood between his legs rubbing against them as we talked about the situation. I told him that I just wanted to be friends, but that friends can fuck. I just felt relieved to set the tone. And maybe the problem was that I liked him more than I realized.

The gentle rain was so beautiful that I just wanted to go running naked between the palm trees. We stayed a while longer before we left for the next place.

He took me to the largest club I’ve ever seen anywhere in the world, but the way to get there is really odd. You have to up the second floor of this parking garage, then across it, and back down four flights to the sub-basement through a tunnel to an elevator. Finally, you’re there.

We danced all night. At one point, we escaped to a secluded part of the second floor where I dry humped him. He was all passionate about being fucked. He was TOTALLY into it – not like some of the gay men I’ve fucked who don’t want to admit how much fun it is. I was VERY turned on and enjoyed licking the sweat off of him. I was enjoying how much I needed to take a piss, but I held it for back at the hotel.

Once we got back to the hotel room, he couldn’t keep his mouth off my big cock, and he sucked like he meant it. It felt like the first time a guy went down on me. Now, this was REAL ecstasy.

His skin was so smooth and hairless that it felt like silk. I turned him over to view the curve of his spine. I put some really cold water in my mouth and slowly spit it out down his spine. He squirmed with pleasure. I didn’t want to stop touching him and smelling his sweaty armpits. But I had to.

I stopped to go to finally take that piss I’d been waiting for. He followed me into the bathroom. His enthusiasm was so great that I knew I had to reward him. Plus, I love any boy who’s nasty enough to follow me into the bathroom.

I lifted him up onto the tile next to the tub, put his legs in the air, and played with his ass – licking him from his hole over his cock to his nipple. Finally, I pissed on him – just a bit on his belly to be naughty (plus I wasn’t sure how he’d react).

He smiled. I licked him again. Now I had a big smile on my face knowing that I’d get to lick my piss off of his hot, sweaty, piss-smelling body. I went down on my knees to lick him from cock to nipple, but this time licking up the salty piss off his body as I did it.

At this point, I had no shame so I let it loose. I pissed all over his smooth chest and cock. I knelt down to taste his ass, which tasted even better with my piss glistening off of it. His smile was even bigger.

My bladder was still bulging from the 4+ liters I drank that night. I turned to the bowl to relieve myself, but Ahmad wouldn’t let me. He got on top of the seat before I could do my business. I guess I was just going to have to piss on him again! It was all my pleasure, but he looked so hot – all wet from my piss. His silky, tanned skin glistened in the light. His enthusiasm turned me on so much that my dick couldn’t get soft enough to get all the piss out of me.

We took a break. The bathroom was perfectly outfitted for all this piss flying around because it had a small water hose to wash to the tile down and the tile covered everything. Ahmad washed the room down a bit while I relaxed on the bed. I was on my back trying NOT to play with my nipples.

He came to bed and immediately went for my cock, which had finally softened a bit. His lips locked on my cock. I breathed deeply a few times to relax and let the piss pulse into his mouth.

I had never pissed in a guy’s mouth before and it felt great. He was already a great cocksucker and all that extra piss-lube made it feel even better.

This time I begged him to give me some. I wanted him to take some of my piss in his mouth, and pour it into mine. He was turning me into a full-on pisspig, and I was loving it. But he refused my request!

I secretly loved him for refusing me the taste of my own piss. I pumped more and more of it into his mouth, and he loved it. He couldn’t spare a drop – not even for me. Even when we sixty-nined – hoping for a drop out of his dick, he left me dry – torturing me. He made my cock feel like king.

I couldn’t help it anymore I came in his mouth. We fell asleep cuddling each other.

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But it wouldn’t be our last night together. I did catch my prearranged flight to Vietnam. But I shortened my stay there in Hanoi to get back to Kuala Lumpur early and stay there longer.

Once back in KL, I couldn’t wait for nighttime. Ahmad and I went out together again and dropped some more X. This time when we took the elevator to the club some other guys joined us. Ahmad was talking to them in Malay. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the hot muscle guy among them. I finally offered him some of the water from my bottle. He refused and while pointing at my crotch said he rather have a drink of that.

I blushed. I was totally embarrassed and confused. Could Ahmad really have told his friends about all the piss play we had? I guess so! Then, I was totally turned on.

Here is this hot muscle guy in this elevator telling me outright in front of all his friends that he wants to drink the man piss from my dick. What an unforgettable moment!

We had a great night dancing, drinking, and smoking a little pot. The one time I went to piss in the bathroom, I couldn’t help but feel like the guys next to me were watching. It was really hot too because the club’s bathroom had one of those 4 foot tall long floor urinal troughs. But I was too scared to do anything about it. The club was mixed gay/straight and patrolled by undercover cops.

After all that dancing when we got back to the room, I asked Ahmad if he had told his friends about our piss sex. I knew the answer, but wanted to hear him say it. Yes. He laughed as he told me that he had to tell them because it was so much fun! I liked his brazen attitude.

That night we pissed all over the bathroom. He still wouldn’t let me drink his piss, but he would piss on me. I think he was getting off on the degradation of drinking piss, and wanted to protect Daddy from that.

We still hadn’t come so we took a shower, dried off, and went to play some more on the bed.

I was fucking his smooth tight ass when Ahmad asked me to piss up his ass. I had never thought of that, and the idea turned me on. I slowed down and started to piss inside him – more and more flowed into him. I could feel my cockhead sloshing around in the piss. It just turned me on more and more.

I couldn’t resist it anymore, and I didn’t want to. It felt like huge gobs of come started pulsing down my spine through my ass and into his. It was pure bliss feeling my come wash into all that piss.

I carefully pulled out my cock with the condom on it. The condom was a huge balloon of man piss with white come swirling in it. It was a beauty to behold.

We feel asleep in each other’s arms.