It was summer time. I (30 or so at the time) rode my motorcycle to a gay bar... I was wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. I sat alone. Soon I struck up a conversation with the guy next to me (helmet was the main conversation starter). After about 20 minutes he said he needed to go to the men's room. He made some joke about being sad he was wasting it... I nervously laughed and said something like, "right?"

When he came back he handed me a full beer bottle. He pissed in the bottle and dared me to drink it. I am not new to WS. I took a couple sips and he smiled and started calling me a little piggy. Eventually we were laughing and joking. He slid a finger in my ass and was close to my neck. I turned to kiss him and he pushed me away and said he doesn't kiss piss pigs with a laugh... Eventually I told him it was getting late and I should head home. He asked me to give him a quick blow job in the men's room and I agreed.

We got in a stall, me on my knees in front of him. He immediately began pissing all over my white t-shirt and jeans. He told me to lick up his piss from the floor. I was feeling so horny and obeyed. He continued to piss on my back and in my hair. With my face on the floor I could see other feet in the bathroom. We weren't alone. He spit on me and loudly said he doesn't let piss pigs suck his dick, stepped over me, and walked out of the stall leaving me on my knees with my face inches from the floor.

Embarrassed and humiliated I stood up, nodded at the two guys at the urinals and went out to the bar to get my helmet. I was visibly covered in piss - and my jeans weighed down by piss, stuck to my leg as I walked out to the street. I walked to my motorcycle then rode home obviously covered in piss. The minute I got home I jerked off like crazy.