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Question #5

What was your first "kink" experience?


I've been kinky ever since I could remember. To me, kissing a boy and giving him an enema were both equally transgressive activities. So... in for a penny, in for a pound. As long as I was going to hell, I might as well make the ride worthwhile. So I'm sorry I can't remember my first kink experience.

However, here's a story I love: when I was 23 (in 1992), I went to my first gay bar. It was a leather bar, and even newly out of the closet, I figured out that was what got me excited. I sat in my car for fifteen minutes outside the bar before I got the courage to enter the bar.

I bought a beer at the bar, not looking at anyone. Then, I found a place by the wall to lean against, and drank my beer way too fast from nervousness. Finally, I casually tried to look around the room at the hot leathermen. Luckily, standing at the bar next to me was a really amazing grey-haired older bear. He was drinking a Corona, just like I was. I took this as a sign.

"Hi, Sir!" I said... thinking it was a good place to start. "May i buy You another beer?"

He looked at me, and quietly said, "Sorry, I don't drink."

I looked at the beer in his hand. I thought he was being a dick, and I stammered, "Um, well, i mean... you're holding a... um."

He looked me in the eye, "It's not beer.

"It's piss."

I got so nervous that I turned around and left the bar right then. To this day, I wish I would have had the guts to say, "Hello Sir... can i *make* You another beer?"

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omg.

haha.

i hope u know i am 23. so i read this with relish.

the only time i went into a "leather bar" i didn't really know it was. this was a year ago. i thought it was a cowboy gay bar or something :-) a couple dancer friends took me. i was in a button-down oxford shirt and white khakis, and a ballcap. I have never been stared at like that. i could feel certain eyes lasering right through my trousers. i obviously looked like a total dork. ;-0


yet you kept the pants. *tsk, tsk*

mmmm heheh - protocol would have me take my pants off right there? i could only interpret the fire in the stares as a sort of lynching party, like i was in the wrong part of town and a few bangers were thinking of stringing me up.

in retrospect, they might have been thinking exactly that, knowing what i wasn't sure of.



It's verboten to dress like that in a leather bar. Wearing just underwear would have been accepted, particularly if they were tighty whities.

Geez. I talk like I'm an expert. I suppose I've head enough "exposure" to have a good "grasp" about what I'm discussing, I suppose.

i hope u know i am 23. so i read this with relish

Yes but, on your job, can you cut the mustard?

Wow, what a way to get introduced to piss. ;)

That was a great friend of mine named John Cheek. He was a professional butler... a great job for a submissive. I lost track of him, and hope to run into him again soon.

For me, it was in the one and only gay bar in Sudbury, ON. Master gave me a bottle, half beer/half piss (shame!), and I was drinking it with a smirk on my face.

Later he pissed down my throat in his back garden - it tasted like buttered popcorn. LOL

John lives nearby in Santa Clara. Good cook too. I'd be happy to re-introduce you!

OMG that rules! You have to wonder: was he serious? Urine has a lot of ammonia, nitrogenous substances and toxins, one would think it would be difficult and dangerous to drink.

Yeah, the guy was a freak on a leash. Sometimes literally... on a leash.

I refer you to Chuck With Rimless Glasses. His heyday began around 1976. He wore a total yellow leather outfit, and would hang out at various South Of Market bar restrooms, with cup in hand.

He ran weekly display ads in Bay Area Reporter. If he had a good week, the ad would gush of his conquests.

Keep in mind that he did this for decades with numerous partners, without respect to the AIDS virus.

BAR columnist Mr. Marcus sez Chuck is still alive today, at the tender age of 83.

And he never contracted the disease.

From what I understand HIV concentrations in urine are usually too small to pose a threat of infection, but that's still ballsy as all hell of him to do. I mean, standing at a bathroom with a cup? Wow. And I want to see that leather outfit.

We all used to laugh at his "outfit," but you gotta give him credit for being a most unique person. He left quite a legacy.

As far as I know, he never received the piss directly from the source. He wasn't into giving head and/or polishing your weenie. You just peed in his cup and he gave you a big hug and thank-you afterward.

*clinks bottle*

here's to discoveries

~Great Story~

Thanks for sharing!

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