By July 30, 2017life, stories

“Urolagnia (also urophilia, undinism, golden shower and watersports) is a form of salirophilia (which is a form of paraphilia) in which sexual excitement is associated with the sight or thought of urine or urination”, says wikipedia.

Scat is a limit I have no interest in trespassing. The smell of shit makes me nauseous and even triggers the gag reflex. It is a turn off not impossible to overcome, although its occurrence always effects a bothersome interruption and cleaning up operation. But I am curious about pee.

I have not research the subject, but I am sure preparation for a session of watersports includes a rigorous diet to control taste and aroma. Not eating asparagus, for instance. If you can eliminate the disgusting sulfurous smell, what is left is pretty much harmless warm water.

It looks like a pretty clean practice to me, but I am not sure how to experiment with it. Those into it usually enjoy the domination/submission inherent to the activity. I do enjoy taking over a submissive lover, but I see no pleasure on peeing on him. It makes me a little bit uncomfortable, but I think I would enjoy being in the submissive side when watersporting, based in my little experience.

Watersports surprise

Back in the second half of the eighties I experimented with bottoming. No, I never enjoyed it and I did it not out of desire, but out of need for ideological coherence, but this is not the topic in this post. The point is that I was bottoming.

One of my boys was a street hustler that would hang out in my place for days. He was from Rosario, trying to settle down in Buenos Aires. He was a top, but would passionately enjoy bottoming in exchange of a flip flop. Usually I would fuck him and then we would switch, as I would always have enough after bottoming.

One night we did our thing and were relaxing just after he busted in my ass (we were not yet using condoms). I was lying in my bed face down, he was on top of me, chatting and relaxing with his dick still inside of my ass. I vividly remember the feeling, a warming sensation growing from inside my ass. An extremely pleasurable humid sensation. The pleasure hit me and confused me because I did not know what was going on. Unfortunately the confusion lasted probable less than a second, as soon as my brain understood he had just peed inside me, the Stupid Me took over, outraged by this violation. I wish I would have reacted differently, but I was young, inexperienced, ignorant, and stupid. I was extremely offended, kicked out the boy, and never saw him again.

However, the ghost of that warming pleasurable sensation growing from inside of me has never left me and now and then returns and revives my curiosity.

One day…

Hasta la próxima pinga, amigos!



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