I still remember my first time doing it. I had just got back from school and was locked out of the house. "Damnit," I thought. All I had to do was pee. Actually all I had to do was piss like Niagara. The bus ride home had nearly killed my bladder and I thought it was all coming out every time we hit a bump. So there I was, cross legged and bobbing like an idiot as I checked all the doors. I finally realized I wasn't getting in, and as a result if I didn't go now, outside, I could ruin my self internally.
I ran to the side of the house, away from all prying eyes, or so I thought. I unzipped my fly and let go. I must have stood there for 5 minutes, eyes closed the whole time, before I was done. God it felt good. Scratch that. It felt great. When I opened my eyes I noticed the streak of piss on the wall and the subsequent puddle it formed on the ground. I stared at it for a moment. A light yellow, full of bubbles. I had never looked at piss this way before. For the first time I looked at it in an erotic way.
For the rest of the week I pissed outside when I got home. I never got real adventurous though. Just the same spot day after day. By the end of the week it was losing its effect. It wasn't turning me on like it did the first couple times.
I went inside, got a drink and went to my room. That's when my parents came home and gave me some real good news. My dad told me that he had won a trip for two to Vegas and he and my mom were leaving tomorrow morning. I was excited for them. I knew how much they wanted to take a trip but always got caught up on details on when to go and for how long etc...Then I thought of my new found fetish. With the thought of peeing around the house for the next week in my mind I gave them a big hug and told them I'd help them pack.