No one needs to piss on me so I’ve to pee on myself

Title: Self-Pleasure: A younger man’s determined plea to fulfill his pissing fetish

“Nobody wants to piss on me, so I have to pee on myself. I’m just a dirty piss boy who can’t get anyone else to mark me with their golden nectar. But I won’t let that stop me from indulging in my deepest urges,” the younger man declares to the digicam, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He units the digicam down on a raised floor, the lens pointed in the direction of the filthy area he calls residence. Grabbing a can of beer from the dusty ground, he slowly tilts the liquid down his throat. The place causes him to start out leaking pre-pee, his piss slit glinting within the dim gentle.

“Ahh, I drank a little too much beer. I need to go pee, but who will be the unlucky piss boy today?” He seems to be across the room, a smirk forming on his lips. “Only me, I suppose.”

He stands there, chilly and unfurling, his palms groping the bulge in his pants. Zipping down, his piss-pole pokes out, already half-mast. “Look at this sissy cunt, I’m already leaking.”

He takes his piss pole in hand, stroking it and nibbling his lip. “Golden Shower, drench me, paint me in piss.” He begins moaning, stroking himself to full hardness, the foreskin squishing round his engorging helmet. Urine begins dribbling from his slit, operating down his shaft.

He goals his piss pipe at his physique and begins to spray himself down. The scent of his personal piss wafts by means of the room, the odor intensifying his arousal. Rivulets of piss trickle down his physique, staining his pale pores and skin yellow. He pants and moans, the wetness of his personal piss heightening his pleasure.

Covered in his personal golden stream, his piss pole juts out, begging for consideration. He strokes himself, aiming his piss pipe at his chest and shoulders, saturating himself. The piss trickles into his mouth, the salty tang heightening his want. He drinks and drinks, guzzling the fluid that ought to be deep in his bladder.

Embracing his soiled facet, he retains pissing, hosing himself down and sniffing the golden liquid. His balls fill with piss and his piss-pipe twitch with each jet of piss. The pleasure of whizzing on himself is overwhelming.

“Piss boys need to learn how to be dirty,” he coos to himself, drunk on the stench of his personal piss. Using the piss on his fingers, he slathers it over his chest, chest, and balls. The scent of piss fills the room, the younger man’s slutty fetishes on full show.

He continues pissing till lastly, with a loud moan, he empties himself. Exhausted and hazy from the urine-filled air, the younger man sits again, soaking moist and reeking of piss.

The digicam stays recording, capturing the entire messy state of affairs. Theevidence anybody can see of his determined wishes and actions, a peek into his most shameful intercourse life.

“Oh yeah,” he gasps, his tongue hanging out, coated in piss. “Being a piss boy is the only way to satisfy my deepest cravings.” His piss pole continues to leak, even after emptying.

The younger man’s public service video is a uncooked, soiled confession of a pervert, revealing a golden bathe fetishist’s wants. Someone, anybody, even himself will do. His determined lack of piss boy’s or companions has pressured him to make use of himself, a submissive and keen plaything for his personal base lusts.

The video ends with a glad, drunk, and piss-covered younger man. Leaked, masturbated, and pleasured by his personal life-style. All soiled piss boys, each current and future, can take pleasure in his exhibitionist fetishism.