It was early in the fourth quarter and we had the ball. The game was close and a trip to the playoffs were on the line. Everyone was glued to their seats, but I had to piss, so I headed off to the men's room.It was empty and a line of empty urinals faced me. I took the first one in line, whipped out my dick and started to piss a beautiful light-yellow, beery stream. On top of the urinal next to me sat a half-full plastic beer cup. Some how I knew. I held my stream and moved to the next urinal, resuming my piss. I leaned forward and slowly lowered my head, putting my nose right in the cup. I took a strong whiff and my dick started to harden in my hand.
I looked around and I was still all alone. I took another stiff whiff of the acrid liquid, leaving my nose in the cup and letting the exotic aroma burn its way into my senses. Someone had left me a wonderful gift; it was just waiting there for someone who would appreciate the gesture. I picked up the cup. It was warm to the touch; my dick jumped in my hand. It was such a fresh offering. How could I resist? With reverence I put the cup to my lips and took a small, warm sip.
"Ah yesss." No beer here, just pure unadulterated urine. I lifted it again to my lips and drank of the golden nectar. Two guys with beers walked in chatting and took places at urinals nearby. I picked up the cup like I owned it and in three large gulps emptied it down my throat, savoring the salty tang that enveloped my mouth. One of them waved his beer at me.
"Down that mother!" he encouraged.
I ran my tongue around my lips tasting the salty goodness that would be there for the rest of the night. "Nothing tastes better," I replied.
I shook the last drop of beautiful piss off my half-stiff cock, zipped up and left, dropping the empty cup in the trash.
When I got back to my seat we had just scored a touchdown. I licked my lips and felt like I too had scored.
