Country guy pissing through a near-woodie.

I'd like to lie on the grass naked in front of him, feeling his warm, salty piss splashing all over my body and face - an experience done forcibly to me for the first time in the boy scouts on the open moors at Summer camp ("Open yer mouth, Homo!"). Of course at the tender age I was then as a newish scout not yet in my teens I was both horrified and disgusted - though once it had been done to me I'd been corrupted (into this and other activities) and then there was no going back - willingly having taken part many times since, both as pisser and pissed-on.