My first time was a New Years Eve in the early 80s at the Mineshaft.
I had been at a party on UWS with my bf. He was drunk literally under the table and I was bored. I was sitting there wondering what trouble I cd get up to when I suddenly thanked my hosts and asked whether bf cd stay to sleep it off. I walked the 20 blocks to my apt making plans. I had been to Mineshaft once before, had got my bf to take me, but was really checking the place out. I was particularly interested in the tub room downstairs. All that fall I had been meditating on Rex drawings, and that night I was just drunk enough to think I shd try out the facilities. This sounds cavalier. In fact I was nervous but turned on and somehow feeling more forward than usual.
In my mid-20s, I was very boyish looking: blond, light beard, shy, inhibited, seeming much younger than I was. I hated it, but cdn't seem to get past it. That night it occurred to me I might turn all this to my advantage. Back at the apartment I changed into a pair of worn jeans, an old Exeter baseball jersey, and "borrowed" my roommate's Princeton baseball cap. I looked like a preppy twit, but reckoned this wd get me through the door.
I had no problem getting in, and made my way straight downstairs. The facilities were busy so I got a bear and waited. The moment the north tub was vacated I drunkenly got in, fully clothed. I remember there was piss standing in the bottom of the tub, a little cold as it soaked into my pants, but I didn't have long to wait to warm up.
As I said, I was normally very retiring, and still am, but any exhibitionistic fantasies I have were in full play that night. Over the next few hours I felt like the belle of the ball. I got more piss that night than I wd get for years to come: I was wallowing in it, drinking it, spitting it. Not knowing what I was doing I tried to do it all. After that evening, my subsequent experiences -- and I reservedly sought them out -- were a let down. Not good to peak early. Didn't find the right metier again until I discovered the Adams St parties in LA.
The sun came up on New Years morning. It was snowing on Washington St. The part I hadn't planned out was being drenched and having to catch a cab back uptown. Or having to ring the doorman to get back into my building. I got over it.
