When younger it would have been water pistols.

But now they're grown up this is far more fun. (Note the rubber boots!)

I didn't get to know the sheer pleasure of being pissed on until an early visit to Munich around 1980 when, in a gay sauna, I paired with a beautiful 'tached guy, German, about my then own age, and had some wild cock fun with him in one of those cubicles - spacious, with leather cushions laid out on the floor for all conceivable positions. I can't remember what we did together for the actual sex but what I do recall is that after we'd both cum, he got up and, instead of making the wordless exit that many guys do, he stood up, straddling over me - and then, without any warning, started pissing, first on my chest, then my belly and lower down, and then directly onto my face. I clearly remember that salty taste. His act had been totally unexpected though he still had a kindly smile on his face, so there was no hostility which might well have killed it. I found it so 'stimulating' that I was getting hard again as I writhed and squirmed with pleasure under his generously flowing warm shower. Then when he'd finished (with cushions under me now truly drenched), he really did leave - and wordlessly, but with a friendly wink back at me. That was certainly a broadening of my experiential horizons - and one which I exercised several times on later occasions, both as pisser and pissee, usually in and over a bath. But there are always those guys around who refuse when you suggest it, aren't there? Why, for fuck's sake? 'Cos it's too dirty? Well, that's the whole fuckin' point! 😈