I Was New to Bottoming When He Pissed Inside Me Six Times

“I’m so full of piss, and soon, you’ll be too.”

By Anonymous Boyslut (NSFW)

Illustration by Lex Mason

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I’d been hooking up with Chris for about a month before he told me he had a superpower. “I can piss in you while we’re fucking,” he said, cuddling me one evening in his Inwood apartment. We’d met on the apps and, much to my surprise, struck up a conversation that went beyond the typical “into?” or “top/bottom?” I learned we were both nerds with a love for Star Wars and Legos. 

He also shared a litany of other kinks—fisting, edging, and various BDSM—but it was when he admitted that he could fill me with his thick cock AND his piss simultaneously that my tight bootyhole winked. 

I’d only come out a few years before and was new to men. COVID really dampened my exploration. While I’d been attending virtual sex parties, those got stale pretty quickly. As soon as restrictions lifted, my balls were heavy and aching, ready to make up for lost time. When I met Chris, I was still a neophyte, new to all liquids that I could put in my ass.

When I asked Chris to describe the fluid sensation, he simply replied, “You’ll have to experience it yourself.” 

Fair enough, I thought.

The day of, while I was heading uptown to his apartment, I received a text from Chris: “I’ve been chugging water all afternoon.” Reading his text kicked my pulse into high gear, and I popped a chub on the bus. 

I was still learning to hone man-on-man sex skills like douching, using poppers, and the science of getting my balls through a cock ring. So when I arrived, even though it wasn’t my first time with Chris, my nerves made it challenging to accomplish basic tasks like taking my socks off. I couldn’t stop shaking.

Upon entry, Chris unbuttoned my shirt and whispered into my ear, “I’m so full of piss, and soon, you’ll be too.”

My dick was so hard it could have chopped a cinder block in two. 

We moved to his dimly lit bedroom, which had a very different aesthetic from the last time I’d offered him my hole. He’d stripped the bed of everything except a black, fitted sheet.

It may be surprising, given that I was relatively new to sodomy, but when I’m about to get stuffed, my voice finds a lower register, and my gruff commands like a drill sergeant on the first day of boot camp. 

Chris took off his shorts, and I spotted his thick, chubby cock through his white Calvins. I started running my fingernails over the bulge in his tighty-whities. He squirmed, his eyes rolling back in his head. When I began kissing his head, Chris tried to pull his undies down. I stopped him and waggled my finger. Drooling on his Calvin’s, I could start to see his precum wetting a spot near the tip. I finally worked the CK band down around his knees and licked the salty-sweet beads off his cock. Delicious. 

“I need to piss so bad,” he begged as I pushed him back onto his bed. As much as I reveled in the tease, I was suddenly overtaken by the need to sit on his waggling cock. I lubed him up while playing with my own hole. Then I jumped on his dick with the ferocity of a drunken bachelorette saddling a mechanical bull.

Instinctively, I bounced up and down on his fat dick, squeezing my hole tightly. He stopped me by holding my hips down with his hands, looked me directly in the eyes, and released, gushing my guts. I had never experienced anything like it. Sure, men had come in me before, but this felt different. It was just so much. So intense.