chemtime
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Your attitude hits me hard. I grew up with jock brother that had it all -talent, looks, personality, athletic. He was one year older than me. Taught me how to jack-off. He always initiated contact. I never said no. We played for 7 years throughout high school and college .
Like Eli, I need to have someone recognize my hunger and take action, control.
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hey, in st paul, I like pnp
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I'm disappointed none of the man toys mentioned above were under my Christmas tree. May have to do with the secrets I keep from wife and children.
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I like this story. I'm excited to hear of Clay's descent into the ass opening excesses he will experience with tina's assistance.
What was your 1st experience with WS?
in Watersports Discussion
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My first experience with piss play took me and my play mate for the afternoon by surprise. It happened over 30 years ago when I was in my early 30s.
I had friend over to play on a spring Saturday afternoon. There was beer drinking and weed smoking. It must have been around 4:30 when he said he needed to use the bathroom. I'm not sure what algorithms my thoughts traveled. I looked at him intently and said, "Let's wait". It had not crossed my mind to think about piss play previous to that after noon.
After an hour or so had passed, which included more beer and no additional discussion about my decision to hold off pissing,. We ended in my bathroom which had a huge tub. I had him strip and get into tub. We were both blond, hairy with about 20 extra pounds. I had a ton of piss. I began hosing his body but soon I drenched the hair on his head. He returned the favor. I thought it was great fun. The piss also hung heavily on our hairy bodies.
We stood in bathroom talking and laughing , hoping to keep playing. I commented that we were out of beer. We decided to get more. I told him I would decide what he wore. He could chose mm clothes. I had him wear jeans, shoes, socks and his leather coat - no shirt. The coat was only zipped up slightly above his navel. He dressed me similarly. I did not allow him to rinse or wash off. We reeked of piss.
We walked to liquor store less than a block away. I have distinct memory that when checking out that there was no eye contact between cashier and us. I felt very piggy. It felt great playing in the pig pen.