I had a great introduction to watersports. I was playing with a guy I met online at his apartment. He asked, "Do you want to get pissed on?" I had been hearing more and more about people into piss play, seeing it pop up more often on sites like bnskin.com. So I said Sure, Why Not. I was 40 years old at the time and I thought I had done everything. A jaded New Yorker who could not be surprised. It was a very old creaky apartment in NYC's East Village. The bathtub was a pedestal, probably close to 100 years old. I climbed up and in. And settled back.... [yawn... let's get this done so I can shower off]. He let out a tiny trickle that quickly turned into a fireman's hose. I was shocked at how fast he got to full speed, that I had trouble keeping track of alll I was sensing: the almost hot stream hitting my body, face and hair, the smell of him on me. It wasnt my piss. The smell was pheromonal. And the smell was taking the entire act to another level. It was a bonding, really. The man's scent was all over me. It was instinctual, it was male, it was so homoerotic. And after all these senses and feelings hit me, I then felt something very strange downtown...... I had a raging hard-on.
