Friday Night Delights

OPP cam by last night. By the time he got here he had a few beers so I got a drink as He closed the door. We spent some time playing around, talked and got him off. I got some more to drink and he left. I couldn't have been filled up with two loads. Not having seen him for two weeks left me dry and parched. Unless he had stayed the whole night OPP couldn't have fulfilled my need for this. This is what I looked like out in the park last night, except I was pissing in my shorts. For some reason two and a half loads of piss and a few squirts on my shirt were not enough to satisfy my obsession. I don't generally get into self-wetting but last night I did. And a little self-drinking. I don't need to know anything more about him. Don't know his name, what his butt looks like, size of his dick or what he drinks; I would beg to drink his piss the moment I had him alone.

Hopes and dreams

Other than going to dinner tomorrow night I don't have any big plans for the weekend, just hopes and dreams. If OPP doesn't show up and recycle some beer I might just begin the search for a willing donor. Looks like fun. Hope it tastes that good. It might be nice to get a gift from more than just OPP this weekend. I think I might broach the subject with him. I am not really sure he will be up for sharing my mouth with anyone. I'll keep dreaming. I hope I don't end up this desperate this weekend. An interesting way to introduce the squeamish to watersports. Fill me up.

I'm Thirsty

OPP is supposed to drop by this evening and recycle some beer. I am ready to drop to my knees and drink from the tap until he runs dry. I haven't had a drink since last week and without much hyperbole I can say I'm parched. Yes, I'm obsessed. Still, I am always overjoyed when he comes by to give me what I need. Guys don't do like these photos show. Wasting piss is a crime. There are many men like me that are dry and in need of your piss. Give it up!

A Sunday Soaking

Sunday afternoon, a good time to be lost in the daydream of enjoying the pleasures of piss. Alone? Give yourself a warm bath that will allow you to remember those times when you have enjoyed the pleasure of enjoying others. Gathered with friends? Give your friends the pleasure of showering you or you showering them. We all need friends that empathize with our obsessions. Out in a group gathering? The warm wash of a group washing over your head and body is a wish to be gloried in. Have a wet Sunday.

Home Alone

I got home late on Thursday evening, too late for OPP to drop by. When he called I was rushing to the bathroom, I thought I might just relieve myself while we talked (I know 'how rude') but he had other ideas. From the photos below you will get the idea of what he talked me through. Now that is far from my favorite activity, but having him talk me through it and letting him know where the piss was hitting was strangely enjoyable. So when you're alone, there is always one more tap to drain.