Urinal Stories

The next day was Friday. I was a little tired all day, but after work I took the time to eat some supper before I changed and dutifully went out in search of piss. Drinking all that piss on an empty stomach had been a little rough the previous night. Nevertheless, I found myself getting excited again as I drove to this night’s chosen venue, the twenty-four-hour adult cinema downtown. I didn’t like that I had to pay for pa...

Over the following days I thought about Maria a lot. I couldn’t stop the feelings of longing she had spurred in me. Maybe it was because she was the first woman I’d had sex with in over two years, even if it had only been oral sex. Not that oral sex isn’t one of my favorite things - I like giving more than receiving - but I had been left with a sense of incompleteness, of unfinished business. My longing for her was partic...

It was Saturday night, and I was going clubbing with a group of friends. We were all a bit tipsy by the time we got to the club and continued drinking after we got there. Two of my friends are dating, and they hooked up on the dance floor a few times. My other mates and I all tried to find a willing girl to kiss us too. Somehow we all actually managed to, although my girl had to leave at about twelveish so I just got back...

Andy was a driving instructor, and well-known among the cottaging fraternity in North Nottingham. I had heard his name mentioned by different guys who described fantastic sexual sessions they’d had with him. He was a total bottom with a reputation for having a willing arse, and a magnificent cock that anyone would have been proud of. I lived in hope that my path might cross with his one day. I finished some shopping at th...

I was out of my seat and heading for the aisle before the lights came up for intermission. I knew what beer did to me, I knew I shouldn’t have had one before the show started, but there I was with an overladen bladder, shoving the other audience members aside as politely as plausible. There was a line outside of the downstairs’ ladies’ room already, so I rushed to the one upstairs, where the line was even longer. I really...

It was time for me to explore the best of what Berlin’ssummer could offer a young nudist man like myself. I was longing for the beach so I decided to trundle down to the city’s south-west on the commuter S-Bahn railway and visit the famous Wannsee. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky and the temperature was quite high. I’d packed a towel and I was wearing a modest pair of swimming trunks under my shorts. I was...