Rural Georgia—June, 2022

The massive thunderstorm that finished off the evening on Friday, left my tent flooded and some camp sites without power.  I was rescued by the couple who had cooked me dinner that night.  I was given a comfortable sofa to sleep on.  Not to mention a wonderful tongue bath for both of my feet as the boots came off—this from the top in the relationship.  He had watched me all night and wanted to explore his bottom side with me—but not at any of the sex parties with others around.  We never found the right moment in our limited time left—and it remains one of my few regrets of the weekend.

I have never mentioned one of the men who shared our tenting area—and he is about to become important.  I was the first one to arrive in the tenting area.  I set up my tent on Thursday and read a book in my folding chair, facing a large pond covered in lily pads.  Some time later a car arrived with two men.  One was the large man who had such incredible anal talents I mentioned in the last post.  The other was a handsome man—a Hollywood handsome man.  He was maybe 5’9” and trim.  He unloaded a few bags from the car, waved to the larger man who then drove off.  Miles than proceeded to strip to nothing but sandals.  He was yoga fit (I saw him on his mat, fully naked, every morning after that.)  He was well hung and uncut with a generous foreskin.  And he had the perfect hairless bubble butt.  He kept showing it to me, totally unselfconsciously, as he bent over to drive the tent stakes in place.  He had to go through vast quantities of sunscreen for he never put clothes on for the entire weekend. Except for an Aussie cowboy hat and his sandals.  I learned on Friday night he was a top.  Unless you were a porn star…and he took each and all deep inside that magnificent ass.

Back to Saturday.  We had our discussion on Mental Health & Wellness in the early afternoon—led by RC, who in real life, works in just that field.  I missed the Blow Job contest held by the pool, for I was headed to the piss party.  We had a great outdoor space for it.  There was a large tree near the small campground play space that was ringed with decking and was an outdoor shower with three or four massive shower heads.  We could get piss wet and rinse—all in one shaded space…

I am first to get there.  Naturally.  I keep chugging on my water.  It’s hot out.  And, while I have hydrated all morning, it is coming out of me in sweat, not piss.  Other men slowly begin arriving.  A furry young man, who, at the parties so far, seems to be all oral, is here.  I manage some piss onto his dick and suck it off.  He loves this—and does the same to me.  As he stands up, we realize, there are more of us now.  Maybe 15 looking to get wet and five or ten more who are standing around outside the deck area, watching.

Other men splash some piss on the men kneeling.  We are all having issues with the heat and production.

“You guys look too dry!”  It is Miles.  He clambers up onto the rail that surrounds the deck.  He stands above us and begins to piss.  He covers us—into open mouths and on chests, cocks and, for one hairy pig, his ass.

David and Ray arrive.  Ray is up on the rail the moment Miles has run dry.  He coats us, too.  I watch David’s magnificent chest drip with Ray’s piss.  I am there to lick some off.  Ray disappears pretty much the moment he is out of piss—but it has kicked the party into sex mode.  I find I have more in my bladder than I thought.  I have David lean against the railing, his ass jutted out towards me.  I piss soak his ass.  There is enough hair to hold onto the pale yellow droplets.  I go to my knees and rim him deeply, licking up all the piss.  David moans.  I turn his hips so he can take some cock in his mouth while I rim.  He goes down on the cute otter whose cock I had pissed on.  I stand up.  “You want my cock?”  David grunts an affirmative around the cute otter’s dick.  I fuck him.  Not for long.  Just to get some of my piss up his ass.

“Let me clean that cock.”  It’s the hairy pig who is camped near me.  He moans at the combined taste of David’s ass and my piss.  Other men are in twos and threes.  Piss is flowing better now, but it is still more cocksucking than piss drinking.

Miles is in the corner of the deck.  I turn David so he sucks that uncut cock.  I go back up his ass.  Myles grins at me.  I slide back into David’s ass.  I fuck him nice and easy—just a slight push onto Miles with each in stroke.  “You want his ass?” I ask Miles.

He nods.  David turns.  Now his mouth is on me, licking up all his own juices as well as the piss I got into his ass.  Miles fucks him much harder.  I would so love to get my tongue under that foreskin when Miles pulls out—but David gets that honor, when we turn him again.

The Otter comes by and splashes piss on Miles’ dick for David to slurp up.  When the stream runs dry, David pulls off both of us.  He stands and gestures for Miles and I to kiss him—and we have an incredible moment of sharing some piss back and forth between the three of us.

I break the kiss to eat David’s ass once more.  Miles leaves, as do most of the others.  No one is trying to get off with the big Fornication Party tonight.  David and I kiss again, my tongue flavored with his ass jizz and all that piss.  We shower together—and head to the pool…

The piss party was scheduled for 30 minutes.  We took a little longer, but not much…

The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend Saturday: Piss Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 27, 2022