Take One Down, Pass It Around...

Another Saturday night at one of Baltimore's more popular clubs, I nursed another beer while listening to the three bottoms all try to out bottom each other. At the time, I tried to feign interest in these boys, one of which did intrigue me on some level. But to be perfectly honest, I was bored out of my skull.

I sat my almost empty beer on the counter. I hate warm beer.

I don't give a fuck how big of a butt plug or dildo you can get into your asshole. My real cock will never serve as a mold for a fake cock. Besides, the real talent of a bottom is how he can milk out my cum and hold it inside him without spilling a drop.

The bottoms now moved on to other talents. The shortest one finally said something that caught my ear.

"I love piss," he said. "I'll drink anyone's piss in this bar."

"Oh really?" I spoke.

The boys came out of their competition to look at me for a moment. The bottom continued his swagger.

"Hand me my beer," I said to him. He reached over, picking up the clear glass with about an inch of Mexican brew left in the bottom. I took it, looking into his eyes. He didn't flinch and kept an intensity about them.

I disappeared into the crowd and headed to the bathroom.

In a few minutes, I returned. I handed a full beer bottle to him as I said these words, "Prove it."

He took the bottle from my hand. "It's warm."

"Of course it is, piss drinker," I almost whispered. Then I winked, "So drink it."

It dawned on the three boys at that moment what I'd handed him. Of course, the two other bottoms egged him on. I just looked at him as he went through the machinations of justifying to himself what he was about to do.

This boy was a talker. Worried about sexually transmitted diseases then saying something about the sterility of piss. Drinking the urine of some man he'd just met but admitting he'd enjoyed drinking from the tap in the past. I waited patiently.

Finally, the bottle's lip touched his and he turned it up, swallowing generously, drinking down about half. The other boys screamed in delight. I just watched.

As soon as the bottle was down, he motioned for the bartender, who was busy at the other end of the bar. Finally, he came over and the boy ordered a shot "to get the taste out of his mouth."

At that moment, as the bartender turned around, the bottom couldn't stomach it any longer and he barfed all over the counter. Jeers from the crowd and the bartender just said, "You're out."

I laughed all the way outside as the four of us headed out of the door. Still trying to save face, the young man spoke of the bitter flavor of my piss.

"By the way," I spoke slowly and waiting for everyone to calm down. "That wasn't piss."

I got the silence I wanted.

"It was warm tap water mixed with a little beer. I just filled it up in the bathroom."

The boy's jaw dropped. He stared at me, silent now. The other bottoms were quiet as well.

"Too bad you couldn't keep it down. You could have drunk from my tap tonight."

I turned and walked to my car.