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A Mysterious Shower in My Backyard
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A Mysterious Shower in My Backyard A Mysterious Shower in My Backyard Be sure to check out my FAQ post here for more detailed aspects of what I am interested in. AdultFriendFinder deletes odd words, phrases and n•mberz. Please forgive any odd sentences or constructions.  I posted the ad on craig’s list: Drinking piss and sucking dick in a private backyard. Easy parking, no strings attached. Black, Latino, married, or straight men to the front of the line. Send stats and when you can swing by. Tank up.  This was more or less the ad posted when I was working from home or had an afternoon free between appointments. I’d meet up with random dudes very occasionally and blow them in my garden. Sometimes, they would be into and up for pissing, but when piss comes to shove, this daily function seems an advanced skill that many men aspire to but don’t seem able to complete.  Most of the time, guys would walk into my back yard gate, under the canopy of plants and meet me on my patio. If they seemed shy, I would ask a few questions - what do you like, have you done this before, do you want to stand or sit down in a chair, etc. This would spark a conversation and the guy in question would relax. We’d chat a bit more and then, more often or not a I would give them an old fashioned blow job. A few guys would want to know about the yard, most just zipped up and left.  There were a few guys that were into golden showers and had no reluctance in unzipping and letting loose. They tended to be repeat visitors. A burly Latino construction worker, an off-duty law enforcement officer, a dad of twø on his way home to his Christian wife - they were among the few that seemed to revile in the pee scene.  Øne of my most memorable garden golden showers visitors was a guy who described himself as being an average Black guy, driving nearby and wanted to stop for a quick piss - no blow job. It’s rare to meet up with a dude that only wants to piss, but they do exist and I am always happy to oblige.  I peeked over my fence and saw a very expense German black sedan, tricked out to be an A-lister limousine. The windows were tinted to 100% and there was a driver. A man got out of the limo, wearing sunglasses, dressed as if ready to walk a red carpet, present at an awards show or be the main act at local club. He wore a modified dark béret, a dark grey shirt and black slacks. The shoes were a dull, black leather that were fitted and decorated in a very simple fashion. He was somewhere between 35 and 55, wore a<b> wedding </font></b>rice and a Breitling watch.  I hightailed it back to my patio and waited. He appeared and unzipped immediately. He did not unbutton his pants or loosen his belt - just unzipped and pulled his dick out. His cock was really dark, shaped beautifully, cut with the top of his cock angling up slightly. I got on my knees and without hesitation or saying anything, he pissed in my face and mouth immediately.  He pissed for a long time, in the way you do when have been sleeping for 12 hours and then you need to piss for about an hour kind of pee. He moaned a low hum and continued to pee in my mouth with more volume than I could keep up, so the piss tumbled over my chin and down my shirt. He finished, zipped up and left. The German limo went up into the curving and secretive Hollywood Hills.  This guy would text me off and on for the next month. He was way into this kind of meet up. Our schedules never aligned again. The question I have - who was he? Clearly he was a person of means, taste and access. And he liked subservient white guys. We’ve yet to meet up again. I miss his style, dick and piss.  |
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