As far back as I can remember I have had a fascination with pee. When I was about 10 years old, I became a burden on my mother so she sent me to live with my Grandparents. They were poor Appalachian hill folk that lived mainly off the land. The old house didn't even have running water.
My mother basically dropped me off and fled. It took a few days for the shock to wear off and for me to get acclimated to my new environment. Eventually, I learned to embrace and enjoy my new life.
My Grandfather was a large man. Not at all fat or even what one would call stocky, he was just very tall with broad shoulders and muscular. He would shave his head about once a month or so, and what hair did grow was little more than white stubble. He smoked a pipe and always had a gruff look on his face as if he was perpetually angry about something.
One day about a week after I came to live there, I was sitting on the front porch doing nothing. Granddaddy walked out of the house and stood on the edge of the porch. Without a word, he unzipped his pants. He reached in through his zipper and fished out his huge cock. Understanding that I was only 10 at the time, and had not seen very many dicks to compare it to. I was mesmerized. Even though it wasn't erect, it still looked to be about 6-7 inches long and as thick as my wrist. But the most amazing part was the huge head that was so much bigger than the shaft. The pee hole that creased the center of that spongy head looked to be big enough stick a pencil in.
He was standing less than 2 feet from me. I couldn't take my eyes off his huge dick.
When he started to pee, it kind of just trickled out, but seconds later a torrent of piss shot out and began to puddle in the dirt in front of the house.
He must have seen me staring because mid-stream he shifted his stance and turned a bit more toward me giving me a better view. I watched intently until the stream started to subside. It was not a sexual thing for me at the time, and I don't know what came over me, but I reached up to touch his cock, or the stream, or what? I don't know. I didn't get a chance before he kind of huffed and said with a growl "NO!" I jerked my hand back and looked up at his face. His angry mug hadn't softened and I got scared. I jumped up and ran off into the woods.
I have talked my wife into peeing on my once when we were drunk. but other than that, I have never had the opportunity to indulge in the watersports fantasy I often jack-off to.
I would love to find some people to help me explore this side of me.
48 years 5'10" 225 live in central Virginia.