This is a story about the second time I peed on a guy.
We were drinking, so um, I'm not gay.
"Roman, I want you to pee on me!"
My friend, rushing out of the house, excited, wearing nothing but a speedo and swimming goggles.
"Uhhh, I'm out of pee," having just emptied by bladder through the hose sprayer to see if I couldn't get sweet waterworks (I could if I peed real hard).
"Drink more!" he demands. Everyone at the party was very generous in helping me drink more. Shots, beers, a couple quarts of water. "Here, have a smoke, it's a diuretic. Have another beer."
"Alright Roman, you can pee on me, but you have to take your clothes. I'll lay in this deflated kiddie pool."
"We should, like, shoot him the back with a bb gun while he pees on him. No, lets use a flaming dart."
"Yeah! Soak Roman's back in lysol first, so he catches on fire!"
So there I was, naked, on fire, and peeing on this guy. Who was giggling. The fire got really hot, so I ended up leaping into the kiddie pool and rolling the flames out.
Now I wouldn't believe any of this happened, had it not all been caught on video.