another chance for the anal retentive, uptight, conservative,
paranoid, and inhibited among you to grab the telephone
and tell me how sick I am. As usual, my advice is simple:
"Don't read this column."
the other hand, more esoteric columns seem to garner a
greater positive reaction from readers than the usual
Jack Rinella fare. You go figure. It's guaranteed that
during the week that this column runs, several of you
will call wanting to find a piss scene. In the heyday
of leather bars, that wasn't a very difficult task. You
could get your piss, or give it as the case might be,
in the men's room.
have never been much for public sex so my first encounter
with a watersport enthusiast was in a private apartment.
I met this guy, a handsome Hispanic, at Jewel's in New
Orleans, after just having relieved myself as I was taught:
into a urinal, without looking at the crotches of the
men who were standing on either side of me. Yes, I used
to be a good boy!
I went home with this guy and we had made out for a while
on his bed when he asked me if I would piss on him. I
warned him that the reservoir had been emptied not too
long ago, but if he had something for me to drink, I'd
try to oblige him. Several sodas later I gave him that
golden shower as he lay in the bath tub.
it was my turn to try it. I lay down in the tub. He aimed
his pecker at my chest and let loose with a warm, yellow
stream of urine. It really felt nice. When he lowered
his dick-aim to my crotch, the sensations were incredible
and I shot all over the place. Needless to say, my first
introduction to piss was memorable.
the years, I've dabbled in piss scenes now and again.
They're not a regular part of my sexual repertoire. Quite
frankly, I'm rather reserved as a pisser. I prefer to
save my yellow streams for situations that are intimate,
for friends that are special. That doesn't mean, of course
that a complete stranger can't get a taste of my urine,
but that's not my usual style.
recently got a call from a rather closeted reader who
lives in Milwaukee. In a tone of voice that betrayed his
self-consciousness he asked me where he could find a good
piss scene. I was quick to remind him that he was not
as alone as he feared. Golden showers are much more popular
than we think.
most famous piss scenes probably took place in the legendary
Mineshaft, a New York men's club located on the lower
West Side of Manhattan. The Mineshaft's basement held
several bath tubs, just for the satisfaction of those
wishing to indulge in piss. Both givers and receivers
found their libation in that old room. It was nothing
for some guys to spend the whole night under the piss
streams of men who had been filling up on beer just for
the fun of passing it on to those who wanted it.
you get the wrong impression, I never laid in any of those
tubs. Most of the times that I was at the Mineshaft were
"off nights" when one could only imagine the fantasies
explored in such a wonderfully decadent bar.
may be hard to believe but I tend to keep my sex and my
pissing more private. In fact, I tend to be somewhat piss
shy, not readily able to piss on demand as some might
think. The toilet training of one's childhood is not easily
dismissed. For me, it takes a good bit of drinking to
fill my bladder to overflowing. When I do let loose it
can be a considerable amount, but I don't often do that
either in public or in a scene.
it takes a goodly amount of liquid to get me into a pissing
mood, I have to have five or six beers and consciously
save the urine in my bladder until I'm ready to share
it. If I'm in a situation where beer isn't practical,
(such as when I'm driving), I'll down one beer, several
Pepsi's, and a couple of very large glasses of water.
Coffee works well in such an instance, too, but I'm not
much of a coffee drinker after breakfast so I choose other
ways to get ready for piss play.
that to say, being piss-shy isn't an obstacle if one plans
for it. Face it: drink enough fluids and you'll piss no
matter what's going on.
would seem an obvious, but erroneous, conclusion that
piss play is reserved to those into master/slave types
of relationships. After all, pissing on a slave would
seem to be a master's prerogative. It
is ,of course, but if you think it's only an activity
for domination, you're missing a great deal of what's
going on. I'm sure I'm not alone when I say that golden
showers are more of a sharing event than a dominance thing.
certainly plays a part in master/slave stuff. After all,
pissing on a slave is akin to marking him or her as your
property, much like males of the animal kingdom mark territory.
Dogs don't sniff at trees just for curiosity. They're
checking for other dogs who've purposefully left a scent
to say "Woof, woof, this is mine."
a slave drink from the tap of one's cock can be a worshipful
experience, one where the slave, by his action, shows
his commitment, his servitude, and his love. The truth
is, though, that in most instances piss play is mutual.
There is no top or bottom in the scene, just two people
sharing a depth of intimacy that isn't often recognized
as such by those outside the scene.
don't get me wrong, it isn't always mutual but most often
that is the case. Golden showers are a buddy to buddy
kind of thing. After all, our mothers taught us that pee-ing
was private, no one allowed. "Close the door," was very
much part of our earliest "potty" training. When we violate
those kind of taboos we are making strong statements about
intimacy and our freedom to let others into the most secret,
most protected areas of our lives.
that is often a mutual activity.
can think of the times I've shared piss. We stood in the
bath tub together. One let loose a stream of urine and
the other received it. Usually the flow lands on one's
chest and then moves to one's crotch. As the stream rises,
it often hits the upper chest or chin. It's then that
one's partner is most liable to go for the gold and suck
some piss into his or her mouth. A taste becomes a drink.
Then it flows over the head, colors and gives fragrance
to the hair.
not unlikely for the receive to soon become the giver.
like to take the piss into my mouth and then kiss my benefactor,
spitting his piss into his mouth. The sharing goes back
and forth until it's time to turn on the shower and get
it or not, the sex that follows is often quiet and loving,
gentle and restive. That may be the case because with
the piss we've had orgasms or maybe just having shared
so much there is no need to share much more.
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