I had not thought about this in years and years, but the memories of it came back to me last week when I saw a guy on instagram who looked exactly like my older brother's good friend from high school. And seeing those pics and recalling it all now, I can see how much it impacted the curiosities I had as I was coming out and learning what I liked.

My brother is about 3 years older than me. He played a couple of sports in school and was also in a garage band with some guys from the neighborhood so there were always a bunch of older guys around as I was growing up. I was always drawn to one of them, I'll call him Chris, but back then I just didn't really understand that it was a crush. I just thought I liked him as a brother type or whatever and my brother's friends were kind of a mixed bag. Some picked on me as a kid, some were nicer and would help me with baseball skills or fixing my bike.

When I finally graduated high school, my mom let me throw a party for my friends since and she agreed to leave us the house for a few hours mostly to ourselves. My brother had joined the national guard after he finished high school and was still mostly living with us when he was home from school and not on duty. I had just had my eighteenth birthday so was technically 'adult' age but not all of my friends were so my brother agreed to hang around and be the grown up lol.

A couple of his friends and their girlfriends also were there, and so was Chris. At this point I fully understood that I was attracted to him. He was also in the national guard with my brother, but he didn't go to college and so he was in town and I'd see him around a lot (small-ish midwestern town). He had a sister a year younger than me who was a cheerleader so I'd see him sometimes at games, but also sometimes at the grocery store or the gym. And his house was in between my house and my job so I would often catch him in his front yard working on his truck or mowing the lawn.

We had a swimming pool in our backyard so the graduation party was kinda mostly outside but people were hanging out inside too watching a movie and eating/drinking. My room was upstairs and connected to a balcony that you could get to from two of the other bedrooms. Some of my friends and I were up there hanging out and drinking. One of my friends was pretty drunk and long story short he convinced me and another friend that it would be funny if we peed off the balcony down to the patio below. We were all buzzed at least so yeah, why wouldn't this be a good idea?

We were standing on the side, no one was really hanging out directly below so we dropped our shorts and had an improv pissing contest. Which was underway exactly at the same time as Chris, one of my brother's other friends, and that guys GF were walking below to get to back gate to our driveway. Perfect timing, clearly. We honestly weren't intending to piss on anyone but all three of them took direct hits and immediately turned around thinking I guess it was water? Anyway, I'm looking right at Chris as I see my stream of piss nail him right in the chest. I stopped as fast as I could. He's yelling and swearing like a madman at us and I'm bolting into the house to find a way to either hide or run.

Everyone makes it into the house and I manage to get us hid away in my garage where we stayed in the corner behind the car for like 10 mins. My brother texts me asking what the hell was going on. He said Chris and his friends just stormed out into his truck and left the party without saying anything. I figured it was clear to go back to the party with him gone, explained it to my brother and he called Chris to apologize to him for me and calm him down. Chris just played it off and said it was fine, but they were done for the night and headed to his house to shower.

All in all it was pretty much back to business as usual at the party for another couple of hours and then everyone either walked back home or waiting on their rides. My friend Jeff and I hung out with my brother for a bit longer cleaning up some of the mess and then we all went to bed. Jeff stayed over and slept on the futon thing I had in my bedroom at the time.

No clue what time this happened, but it was still pitch black dark outside when I woke up pinned down to my bed. Someone was on top of me and I thought it was Jeff at first playing a prank or something. My hands were pinned at my sides by his knees and all of a sudden I felt this hot stream soaking my neck and chest and splashing on my face. Chris, who I still can't really see in the dark, is now asking me how it feels to get pissed on in front of your friends. And he's laughing his ass off as he pisses on me for what felt like minutes but was probably just 30 seconds before climbing off of me and turning on the lights.

I'm laying there, my bare chest and neck and face covered in rapidly cooling piss from my brother's best friend. Someone I've basically had a crush on for 7 or 8 years. And my best friend Jeff is laughing his ass off. I yell at them to get the fuck out as I'm jumping out of bed to go to my bathroom. I can still hear them laughing as I slam the door shut when I realize I have a raging boner. At the time I didn't connect the boner to being pissed on, I just was busy praying that they didn't see it as I scrambled to the bathroom.

I remember just standing there for a min, looking at myself in the mirror soaked in piss while I waiting for the shower to warm up enough to hop in. And I also remember jerking off thinking of how close Chris' cock was to my face and jerking off in the shower wishing it hadn't been so dark that I couldn't really see it.

When I got out of the shower, I grabbed my phone. I had a text from an unknown number that just said something like "sorry but had to get even. you're a man now so you understand. you can keep the shirt."

My bed was stripped already, so at least it seemed like the revenge was over. But he did leave the t-shirt on my pillow that he had on when I pissed all over it from the balcony. I honestly don't remember what happened to it, it wasn't something I thought of back then as a souvenir to keep though I would definitely like to have it now. lol

Everything was cool with Chris after, and Jeff never really brought it up and I doubt he told anyone because no one ever asked me about it. I don't think Chris even told my brother about it and I definitely didn't bring it up.

Chris ended up going full time in the Air Force after he and my brother finished their stint in the guard and I think they just lost touch after Chris deployed elsewhere out of state. My brother married someone he met in the service and moved to her home state after they had my niece. I didn't keep up with Chris at all, we were never really friends ourselves or hung out that way. I tried finding him on social media this weekend with no luck.

I wouldn't say I am hardcore into pissplay today, but I've always been open minded about it and played around with it here and there. Now I am wondering if that curiosity and exploration that started years later came from that experience with Chris. I was honestly not humiliated by it. I don't think he was even mad, but guys at our ages back then couldn't take even an accidental hit to our ego and not want to pay it back, even in a mostly friendly way.

I will say, though, that remembering that night and seeing the pics of a guy who reminded me so much of how Chris looked, kept me rock hard all weekend and I came probably 4 different times playing it all back in my head.