Public GS

How would a public golden shower work?

This is the question on the week.

I love to do public golden showers. Here is why, how, and when.

When I was in high school I liked to pee on the street. My friend Sara got me into it. She would sit on the curb and pee into the gutter. Sometimes I had so much piss I would accidentally shoot it into my shoes. Yes, I’m ditsy, I know.

Anyway, at some point I thought it would be more fun to pee onto a boy. I started pissing on my lovers at the beach. One night at a party someone dared me to pee on him in front of a bunch of friends. I took him up on it and got so turned on I never actually want to use the white porcelain type of toilet again.

Last year I went on a road trip across the country. I put out the word that I was looking for public golden shower boys and started stopping at gas stations, taking them into the bathroom, and using the boy instead of the nasty public toilet. Yes, sometimes the boy would get drenched.

I have pissed on boys in parking lots, in parks, at beaches, in restaurant bathrooms, on the Sunset Strip, at the Christmas Tree Shop, in limos at the drive through, in cemeteries, in the yard of a friend in Los Feliz while he was playing Gardner and the neighbor was outside, and in a mostly discreet place during a wedding.

Clearly I don’t have a cookie cutter type session with this. If you are brave enough to experience this call me up, send me an email, and expect to get drenched. My bladder can hold three and a half cups of piss.