JollyJohnnyP's blog post - A Visit to S.O.P. – a true account of a visit to a gay watersports club

I’ve finally made it – a trip to see what the club S.O.P. (Streams Of Pleasure) had to offer to those of us who enjoy watersports. I went with a friend, Steve. We found the place easily enough and on descending the stairs to the underground club we found guys changing at the bottom of the stairs – apparently there were no changing rooms. We paid the £7 (each) entrance fee (which covers the time 1 pm until midnight) and checked our bags into the ‘cloakroom’ (no individual lockers, but the cloakroom was supervised 100% of the time we were there and security didn’t seem to be a problem).

Steve was wearing stockings and suspenders and was asked to remove them once they were on view after he’d removed his trousers. I was wearing nylon knee-highs which didn’t raise any objections, my other club attire being tight pink boxers and a figure-hugging light grey muscle vest . I entered the club in my stocking feet but was told to put shoes on so I retrieved my bag and did so. In other words, the dress code is not quite as stated on the SOP website but does include the following rules:
• male clothing only (with minor concessions if clothing not blatantly feminine)
• shoes or other footwear must be worn

At last we were ready and took our first steps into the world of SOP. The club was very gloomy, lighting being fairly minimal except around the bar. This did give added privacy but I would have liked to have seen more of what was going on. Most of the other guys were nearly naked, being clad only in underpants or fetish gear, some being completely naked and the occasional guy fully clothed. We bought drinks at the bar; beer and lager were very reasonably priced but Pepsi was £1.99 a can! You are not allowed to take your own drinks into the club, so if you want to maximize your pee and minimize your spending, drink plenty before you go in. We bought pints of beer and lager and wandered around the club. In one dark recess was a white inflatable chair occupied by a guy in a suit, shirt and tie. He left soon after we arrived and I decided to sit in the chair. As I lowered myself into the chair I found myself sitting in a warm puddle of fresh piss; it felt good as it soaked through my underpants to warm my cock, balls and arse. Having got warm and wet, I was keen to extend the experience and I called on the guys standing around to donate their golden rain. Soon I had a succession of guys, generally three at any one time, all emptying their bladders over me, completely soaking my vest and pants and making the puddle in which I was sitting noticeably deeper, the nicest thing being the continued warmth – the piss didn’t have time to cool down before another load of fresh hot golden liquid was added.

While I was being pissed on – I’d rather be pissed on than pissed off – another group of guys were standing well within arm’s reach, the nearest with his back to me and his buttocks with their inviting cleft delightfully close, so I explored the cleft with a finger only to find it was very well lubricated so I slid my finger up his arse. He seemed to enjoy this so I inserted another finger, then another and soon I was pushing my entire hand in. He squirted some more lubricant over my hand as I pushed the widest part, my knuckles, slowly past his sphincter and I suddenly found I had my entire hand up to the wrist inside his rectum. I explored it with my fingers for a while before pulling out, simultaneously enjoying the continuing streams of piss descending on my vest, pants and legs.

After a while I relinquished the chair and went to the ‘paddling pool’ in the middle of the room adjacent to the bar where I lay down on the airbed in the pool which was empty at this time. The pool was better lit than the periphery of the room and I was surprised at the way nobody seemed interested in filling it, or, more to the point, pissing over me, especially considering how well inundated I’d been in the chair. I think it must have been the fact that it was much more visible and consequently less private. I had to resort to emptying my own bladder into my underpants and I enjoyed the way it pooled under my arse in the depression I made as I sat on the airbed After a while Steve joined me and I got on all fours and lowered my underpants, giving Steve access to my anus where he liberally applied his tongue and lips. It was great being soaked in piss and receiving a good rimming in full view of a load of guys standing around drinking, kissing and fondling one another. While Steve was rimming me, some guy pissed over my arse and Steve’s head. A little later I returned Steve’s favour by sucking him off, still in the paddling pool. This time it was my turn to get my head wet as another torrent of piss was released over Steve’s genitals and my head. I wanted another session in the chair but it was occupied so I asked the guy sitting there if he’d like me to piss on him. I responded to his positive reply by lowering my pants and directing a stream of my piss over his chest and groin. When I returned to the main room I met Steve again who started fondling me through my pants. It was a delightful feeling as I released some more of my own piss into my pants as Steve was caressing my penis, knowing that he’d enjoy the extra warmth and wetness I had released. More intimate activities seemed to be reserved for the darker nooks and crannies. Condoms and lubricants were provided free of charge for those who wanted to go all the way but with safety in mind. One or two guys were friendly but most minded their own business or stayed with known friends.

We must have been in there well over two hours before it was time to go – we had a train to catch back to the car and then a 50 mile drive. It was then that we found there were no shower facilities. We had both brought changes of clothes but we had to get into them with our bodies still moist from the copious quantities of piss that had been released over us and by us during our visit.

So, a few recommendations:
• Wear a pair of shoes or other footwear that you don’t mind getting soaked in piss
• Take a plastic bag to put your wet things in when you leave
• Take a towel to dry yourself off
• Take a change of clothes (and footwear) for the journey home.
• If you’re coming from the north, there’s a free car park on Sundays at Mill Hill Broadway train station from where it’s £6.20 return to Kings Cross/St. Pancras.

Steve and I were both glad we’d made the effort to go for, despite the lack of changing rooms, showering facilities and locker room, we’d both enjoyed ourselves (and other people) and I shall definitely go back some day, probably with Steve.