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About Brutus

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  • Birthday 01/02/1990

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    Straight Male
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    financial analyst
  • About Me
    Well I'm mostly an introvert. I was googling "women peeing" one day in my doctor's office's waiting room. Found this forum in the results, took a look around and thought it was awesome. I work a boring office job, so a site about my favorite fetish is a fun pass time. I also like to draw, write, discover new music, netflix (who doesn't at this point?), videogames, reading and learning new things.

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  • Favourite Thing About Pee
    Favorite is voyeur and naughty. I think the hottest thing about pee for me is simply that it represents that a woman had to expose her vagina. It's a stinky nasty liquid that comes from her most private area, which for me, sexualizes female urine.
  • Your Hottest Pee Experience
    Hearing a hot manager at my old job pissing like a horse, and entering the restroom to clean it after she finished, and then discovering that she had pissed on the seat, floor and left it unflushed. She also didn't wash her hands and went back to serving food after wiping herself.

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  1. Wet Auto Shop Visit

    Thanks and good catch. I was wondering if the secondary purpose of her getting back at Ethan was apparent. Dammit I should've added a line about her enjoying revenge. I still have time to edit as I type this but, I'll leave it as is, most that will read it already have at this point.
  2. Wet Auto Shop Visit

    Wet Auto Shop Visit “Okay man, your total comes to two-ninety-three even. I replaced the seals in the camshaft, and did a tune up, you're all set.” Nate collected his payment from the customer and handed over the keys. Now three years into running his own auto repair shop at the young age of thirty, Nate's One Auto was doing good business, as he had slowly built a reputation for quality work on all makes and models of cars. Soon after the previous customer left, his next on schedule arrived in a black 2017 Audi A6, for an inspection and tire rotation. The customer, Ethan, was one of Nate's earliest, often bringing his old Jeep Cherokee in. The men had become friendly acquaintances, updating each other on their lives whenever Ethan stopped in. After a few minutes of chatting, he took his six-year-old son, Randy from the rear seat and left with a buddy. Nate took his time admiring the beautiful vehicle, enjoying its commanding appearance before pulling it into his shop to begin the inspection. An hour later, Nate was nearing the completion of his work on the car when his girlfriend Shannon arrived for a visit, as she often did toward the end of his day. Walking in, the twenty-four-year-old, slim-figured brunette had on tiny denim shorts, a white tank top and flip flops, catching Nate's attention as usual. Sipping an iced tea from the local corner store and admiring the car herself, she uttered, “Oooh, damn babe, you look sexy in that, who's is it, anyway?” Nate replied, “You remember Ethan, right? Used to drive the red jeep? I think you saw him in here once or twice. Dude went out and bought this thing.” "Oh, yeah, yeah, I remember that guy, he was staring at my tits like really hard one time. His girl was mad as shit when she caught him peeking! Like hey, it's not my fault I'm hotter than your fat ass, honey. That's your problem." “Ha, well, can you blame him for takin a peek? They're pretty awesome." “Hmm, yeah I guess you're right, they are pretty fuckin awesome! You almost done? Hurry up." “I'm just checking the tire pressure sensor, it's a little off. Why, what's up?" “Well...it's Friday. It's after four. I've had a long day and...these tight shorts have a way of touching a girl in a certain type of way when there's nothing underneath, know what I mean? I was hoping we could go home and help me get them off and who knows what else." “Ha! Damn, I...babe, I have to finish this right now. Just give me like fifteen minutes to double check everything and type up a service report. He should be here soon to pick it up. Then we can get you taken care of, I promise!" Rolling her eyes in Irritation at not getting her way as she was used to, Shannon ignored Nate's request and walked over to the car, bending over to show her generous cleavage to him while pretending to just be looking at the car's interior. He smiled, seeing her nipples as they showed through the tank top, unable to resist feeling aroused by her tasteful figure. Taking the last sip of her tea, Shannon puckered her lips around the straw in a sexual tease and sucked deeply, causing the distinct sound of bubbles rushing through it. Nate started to get an erection. He continued smiling and told her, "I know what you're doing, shoving those things in my face." She walked over to the garage door and pushed the button to close it, then placed the "Back in 20'' sign on the front door, and locked it. Nate watched as she made her way back over, opened the door and climbed atop his lap, saying to him, “And you know that I always get what I want." He couldn't resist feeling the curves of her warm body and smooth skin. As they locked lips for a steamy kiss, he took hold of her ample backside, squeezing firmly and enjoying the soft sound of her aroused moans. Throwing caution to the wind, Nate slid the seat back for more room and unzipped his pants. Enthusiastic as usual, Shannon crawled down to begin pleasuring him orally, nearly causing him to ejaculate at the first lick. Fully into the naughty sexual deed that she led him to, he was taken aback by her sudden pause and asked what was wrong. In a playful voice still, she replied, "I gotta piss." Barely able to put words together amid his arousal, he suggested that she hold it for a few minutes until they were finished. Looking around with a smirk and biting her lip, she leaned toward him and whispered, "Fuck that." After batting her eyes at him, she moved from his lap toward the center console and began unzipping her shorts. Nate sat speechless, and further turned on at the thought of seeing her do what it seemed she was doing. He looked on as Shannon kicked her flip flops off and slid out of her shorts, revealing no underwear and a bare pink pussy, swollen from arousal. She straddled her feet between both front seats, aiming herself directly at the rear seat. In an instant, a laser-focused stream, slightly yellow in color, squirted from her urethra with wicked pressure, striking hard and loud against the leather upholstery of the seat, pooling at he bottom of it. In the isolated, quiet confines of the car, Nate could hear perfectly as the gushing stream hissed while squirting from the tight folds of her feminine anatomy, and could see that some of her pee was also dripping down directly below her ass onto the center console controls. In a sexual sigh of relief, she slowly uttered, "Babe, this feels so gooood!" Noticing that Ethan's son left his backpack laying in the corner of the seat, Nate saw that it was also being soaked under her torrent. Shannon noticed the look of shock on his face and responded by keeping her body aimed at it longer. The blue fabric of the backpack darkened and flattened under the stream, with foam gathering on the surface. Seeing her display such a degree of depravity made Nate feel hesitant about still being aroused, but his desperate desire was too strong for her questionable morality to matter. His hunger for her was now at a boiling point. She continued peeing, swaying her hips to each side, and covering the entire surface of the seat. Pulling her labia upward, she then sprayed the rear dash and window as the stream reduced to a light trickle before stopping. With her deplorable act finished, Nate turned her around on the passenger seat, pressed her legs open, and buried his mouth in her pee-soaked pussy in one swift, assertive movement. He licked every stray drop from her labia, the inside of her thighs and anus, never having tasted her pee before. Shannon was on the edge of climax in short time, as his eager tongue ravaged her excited clitoris. With both feet locking into a tight curl while resting upon his back, she screamed out in pleasure, and jerked around in the seat from a near-blackout orgasm. Nate then pulled her up so she could take the cowgirl position. Shannon, still tingling with pleasure, immediately began riding him hard and aggressive, making the cars high-tech suspension add to the motion of their bodies bouncing in the driver seat. Leaning forward for longer thrusts, she enjoyed the feeling of her ass grinding against the steering wheel, arching her back deeper to increase stimulation from it. The smell of piss now saturated the interior of the car, as the windows grew foggy amid the steamy sex. A few minutes later, Nate came inside of Shannon. As usual, she continued riding, enjoying the power of overstimulating him at his most vulnerable moment, speeding up and grinding harder until he finished. After a brief reprieve, he felt shame at allowing such a vile act to take place in the car, despite also feeling that he would like to do it again. Following the intense, spine-tingling encounter, Nate and Shannon put their clothes back on and quickly wiped the car down with scented wipes to soak up the urine and hide the smell. Just a few minutes later, Ethan returned to pickup his car. Shannon greeted him cheerfully and even asked how he was doing. After a quick chat, he paid and took off. Nate looked at Shannon with a nervous smile. She replied while laughing, "What, you're still worried? Fuck him. Let's go home. I need a shower."
  3. Messy Mary

    Thank you sir, I appreciate that. I am actually wrapping up my latest right now and will have it up soon. Thanks for reading!
  4. I want to share a fun little story from my teen years. This was 2002 and I was 14. So we had just signed up for Satellite cable TV service, which of course required a lengthy install. I was expecting the guy that came the day before and mapped out how it would be done, but a woman showed up the next day instead. She looked mid to late 30's, about 5'7, pretty face and long blonde hair. Kind of tough looking, like she had done physical labor a lot. It was a hot, rainy summer day so she had on shorts that were mid thigh length and a hooded rain coat. Not tiny shorts like young girls wear these days but still short enough that her thick muscular legs were on display. She also had on a pair of construction boots. I found her to be extremely sexy at first glance. She spent hours working on the install, drilling and running wires from the outside of the house and positioning the satellite dish on the roof. She worked up such a sweat that my mom offered her a bottle of water. I was peaking at her through a hallway window while she was on the roof and saw her drink the whole bottle at once. I had never seen a woman do that before and found it arousing because it was a bit intimidating. Eventually she came back in the house to start wiring up the box receivers in each room, of which we had 4. When she got to my room, I remember sitting there playing Parasite Eve 2. (great game btw) At that point, she was soaked in sweat and the smell of it was very potent. Similar to seeing her drink the water, I had never smelled such a strong aroma on a woman before. It wasn't nauseating, but was a very pleasant musky "stink", a strong sweaty feminine body odor that was driving me wild. I was focused on inhaling deeper because I loved it so much. I figured I should leave so she could work without being that close to a customer and as I started to get up, she said "No hun, don't mind me, your fine." I was happy to remain right there and watch her. She moved a big drawer to get to the wall and drill for the wire from outside. This drawer was heavy and was always difficult for me to move but she had so much natural strength that it was nothing to her, and her power was very arousing to me. At one point I asked how long she had been doing this, and she said cable installs and street line repairs for 12 years. After moving the drawer, she took her rain jacket off, which allowed me to get a perfect look at her ass, while she was knelt down some 5 feet from me, drilling. I just stared at her the whole time, enjoying the visual and her smell. Eventually she snaked the wire through and then turned around to run it to the receiver. At that point she was in a squat position, facing me and I was able to see a beefy camel toe bulging in one side of her shorts for a brief moment before she stood up to walk toward my TV. She had to be careful to prevent sweat from her forehead from dripping on to the receiver and wiped her arm across her head. Her shirt was damp at the underarms. As she was leaning over my TV screwing the wires in, I noticed her large calf muscles contracting. After it was hooked up, she sat down next to me on my bed to show me how to use the remote and navigate the menus for channels. I couldn't follow what she was saying of course, being that close to her, her aroma was even stronger, and I felt her body heat radiating into me. I just nodded in agreement and acted like I understood her. Another interesting thing I noticed was how thick and tough her hands were when she held the remote. They weren't long man-like fingers but they were thicker, more veiny and more rugged looking than mine, especially her thumbs. Again this was from doing hard physical work for so many years. Being that close I could also smell her breath, which was understandably a bit funky from her hours of exertion. But like her body odor, it wasn't gross, just strong. When she finished her explanation, she smiled, said goodbye and just like that left my room, down to the first floor getting my mom to sign some forms. I sat there holding the remote, looking at the ass print on my mattress where she was seated. I smelled it and it too had her aroma. Soon after, she went out to her van and was gone forever. She had given me the most intense arousal yet at that point in my life. She just captivated me. I was addicted to everything about her and after the thrill of having a grown woman in my room, a sadness and loneliness set in. I missed her presence, energy, face, body and smell and just wanted her back. That was the first time I had ever urged for someone's presence to return and end that feeling of emptiness. I didn't want to disturb anything she had touched, from the way she left my receiver turned to the side or the print from her body on my bed. It was weird. I imagined just ripping her clothes off and shoving my tongue in every orifice she had. I wanted to feel her body on me like an addict needs their drug. She could've gotten me to do any sexual thing she wanted. It took months to get over her and move on but that woman was my first glimpse of just how powerful and wonderful physical closeness can be between two people, even though I was just a kid to her, and I didn't know a thing about her, not even her name. Much of my sexual artwork that I kept hidden under my bed at the time involved recreating her in all kinds of scenarios. I didn't expect to write this much but the memory came back so vivid and took me on a journey. Thank you, mysterious cable install lady, I'll always love you... Thanks to all for reading and I would like to hear from you about that first special member of the opposite sex that changed you in a major way as a sexual being.
  5. Life,and the Universe in general.

    @fannywatcherOkay, this was an interesting question that actually made me do research. I'm no geneticist but, here is what I uncovered. 1) There is a general consensus among most scientists that the reason for different blood types is mostly a mystery. Some speculate that it's a reaction to diseases. Certain blood types are more resistant to some diseases than others. There is a correlation with ethnicity and blood type as well, with certain ethnicities more likely to have a given blood. 2) With regard to sperm and ova, the reason that people with differing blood types can still reproduce is because the antigens that cause a blood type to be attacked by the immune system of someone with different blood are only present on red blood cells and not sperm. Therefore, an immune response usually does not occur. 3) As far as what type of blood a person produces, there are many possible combinations that can be passed to a child. For example, a man with A or B can still carry a recessive O that may get mixed with the mothers recessive O blood and create an O type baby. 4) Our blood group is determined soon after fertilization, which is why doctors offer a blood test to women to determine blood type and whether she will need medication to stop her immune system from attacking the baby's blood. Otherwise her body will kill the baby or it will be anemic and born with defects. 5) To your question about it being passed on genetically, there are too many variations possible to simply say that dad is AB, therefore, he will pass AB blood. Nature decides this randomly, as he could also pass A itself, B itself or the O, since A and B are equally dominant but O is recessive among both. You should read up on it, I found it very interesting. Thank you for the question.
  6. Why do you like to see peeing?

    Lol, probably not, I'm afraid.
  7. Why do you like to see peeing?

    A lot of women enjoy being naughty. I believe it's because ever since childhood, society trains them to be proper and pure. Their naughtiness is a manifestation of the rebellion against the expected behavior. You can look around and see many women, especially younger ones, wearing very revealing clothing that borders on slutty, showing what they know is a bangin body just for the thrill of being bad. It's no coincidence that the vast majority of women' s apparel is form fitting to accentuate curves and tap into their subconscious urge to be a little naughty. Manufacturers do extensive research to know what sells. I don't think it's a stretch to say that women have a tendency to be rebellious, especially against parents telling them "stay away from that boy" or "don't you dare wear that to school." Peeing where they are not supposed to could be one of the many ways their rebellion makes itself apparent. Another reason that I've often thought as to why women might deliberately spray a toilet stall is internalized anger at feeling oppressed as women. A convenient and anonymous way of giving a big middle finger to society, especially since most people that have the job of cleaning restrooms are men. I imagine some women get satisfaction from making a man, whom they view as part of the oppressive group, have to clean their piss. What percentage of the female population is rebellious through toilet naughtiness is hard to tell, but I suspect it's more than society assumes, yet still less than us pee fetishists would like. Say 10 to 15 percent, maybe.
  8. Clubs you'd like to see...

    Naughty would simply be peeing where one is not supposed to. Dressing rooms, floors, sinks, all over hotel rooms, on store merchandise are some of the more popular ways of peeing naughty. But basically, it's in or on anything that is socially forbidden.
  9. Where should I pee?

    Maybe. I saw a video of a woman peeing on her flowers, claiming that it's good for them. On the other hand, there is an old thread here about the naughtiest things done with pee, and I remember reading a member's post about a friend in college that secretly peed on her roommate's home grown herbs that she used in her food. The herbs kept dying and the clueless girl kept replanting them for a while until she finally gave up, never knowing that they died because her bitch of a roommate was taking a piss in them every day. I don't know what plants' pee tolerance is, so I was hoping Sophie would do some science for us!
  10. Goodbye

    Well I had no intentions of enacting a crisis in you. I just said what I personally felt needed to be said to bring some perspective. Regardless, hopefully we've all grown a little.
  11. Site speeds

    Been slow on my end, regardless of where I am in the forum. Other sites that are picture and ad heavy load in 5 seconds average, Peefans is averaging about 30 seconds per page, and sometimes several minutes for my posts to finish uploading. Never was an issue before new server.
  12. Goodbye

    The forum is messed up with refreshing the posts on my end at the moment, so this message was a response to an older post. I erased it because it seemed awkward! Ignore.
  13. Goodbye

    I was hesitant about doing this but I've been reading over your posts in this thread to better clarify, as others have mentioned, your writing style is difficult to understand, but some quotes of yours raise questions. When you say other people were offering nothing special, what criteria do you use to come to that decision? Special is very subjective to the individual and what may seem non-special to you may in fact be otherwise to others that happened across it. Saying that you bow to nobody else comes across as "fuck you if you don't generate x amount of responses, regardless of what the reason may be" Okay, so how do you determine that someone else is less deserving? Maybe those less deserving individuals also shared something that they feel is deeply personal and special and deserving of replies, as you felt. Why is that? What does this honour code consist of? And why must somebody share your specific code to be deserving of likes and appreciation? That is completely up to you. We all make our own decisions. Now look, I made this post not to cause you anger or make you feel unwanted, but because I feel that your choice of words in certain instances, made you come across as arrogant, as if you are the best thing on this forum and we all need to shower you with attention. You said that you love all of us, but did you mention wanting everyone to reply to everyone more often, or rather, you want more replies for yourself? I may have missed that if you did. Then you said "competition is everything" to you. As @Admin said, this shouldn't turn into a begging forum. Again, I don't want you to be upset, and I hope you stick around here but I feel that highlighting some quotes will help you understand how your reactions also make people feel. I apologize if this was out of line to any members, mods or admin.
  14. Not quite sure where this fits

    Oh yes, they make a ton of money, so women are definitely watching. You're correct, it is a double standard regarding the acceptance of each gender's preferred "porn". Romance novels and shows/movies like the ones you mentioned are like porn for women, insofar as the sexual undertone enjoyment that only they get from it, and it's considered empowering. But, men's porn is considered objectification, even though the men in women's romance material are often bad boy objects of money and sex, of which only about 1 percent of men can actually live up to.
  15. Goodbye

    I noticed, as most here did, that you posted often and in many different threads with unwavering energy. As you said, you like action and passion. Unfortunately, this forum is not densely populated with equally passionate or competitive people that could scratch that itch for you. I suspected that you would tire of the lack of feedback eventually. I do understand your frustration because I have felt it as well here from time to time, seeing my own posts go ignored while others are showered with reactions and responses. I make an effort to go through threads sometimes and see who posted a topic that no one has answered and respond to it, just so that person can be sure that someone bothered. I think of a variety of topics I would like to start threads about and often decide against it, thinking what's the point, no one will answer. As time has gone on though, I moved past that and reexamined why I like this forum and ultimately I realized that it's the acceptance from like-minded folks who understand being shoved into a corner of internet anonymity by society because of our harmless fetish. That's number one for me. I adjusted my outlook to not need validation, or in your case, an active exchange. I like to write fiction and will continue to for this forum, for the satisfaction of sharing it with even the smallest handful of members that may like it, but I won't wait around for responses anymore. I think for you, your personality is so unique and energetic that you'll struggle to find the engaging community that you want, wherever you go. Even YouTube comment numbers are like 5 percent of views when you do the math. It's just the nature of the internet, I'm afraid. But I hope you won't disappear from the forum, and that you continue to participate, at least sporadically.