Chicago—May, 2023

I woke late (for aging me) after CumUnion.  All that good sex had really helped me stay asleep.  Now it was breakfast and a cup of tea; a little writing and another cup of tea as I typed.  I began to piss regularly.  A very light lunch and a bottle of water followed.  I forced myself to drink one more cup of tea and suddenly it was time to get to the bar that hosts the piss party.

It was an easy drive and I found free parking.  I’m actually early.  I talked to some former residents of Chicago who I last saw at the piss party I attended in Palm Springs.  In moments, the door to the back bar was opened—and in we went.  I stripped off my flight suit, leaving only the increasingly stained jock, wrist band and boots.  I checked my bag with the still cute coat-check otter.

Things are only slightly different with the set-up.  The inflatable pool is now at the back of the room and a sling is set up near the entrance.  There is the bar, of course, where our admission gets you beer and water throughout the event.  Opposite the bar, there is a ledge to sit (and play) behind some large wooden screens that hang from the ceiling.  I sit and sip my water…

“You look as hot as ever.”

I turn to the voice behind me.  It’s a man who is a regular here—and who I haven’t seen in year.  He is Latino, in his late 30’s and a hairy cub.  We chat for a mere moment before he kneels, takes my cock out of my jock and gives me some expert head.  Eventually, he looks up and asks for piss.  I have been pissing regularly at home, but I can’t even manage a tiny spurt now that I’m here.  Instead, I go down on him.  He sighs, and after a few minutes of head, pulls out of my mouth and hoses down my hard cock.  He drops to his knees and cleans me of every drop of his piss…

I wander.

“Hey!”  Back in the dark shadows, by the television playing piss porn, is the tall man I had so much fun with last year at this event.  We catch up a little, but he leads me to the bench area to sit—and he goes to his knees.  I had forgotten just how handsome he is—white, with some really fine ink, wearing a jock that has been to a lot of these parties.  He sucks my cock.  He licks my balls.  He licks under them, too.  He asks for piss.  This time I muster the smallest splash into his ovaled mouth.  He stands up and wets my cock—and cleans me up.  We kiss and share it, for the first of many times this afternoon…

*

I let a lot of men go down on me.  I return the favor on many of them. 

A regular, a guy my age, short with a very hairy chest taps me on the shoulder as I refill my water bottle at the bar.

“You love to drink, right?”

I nod.  He leads me to a corner.  I kneel and get his soft cock so it is just resting on my lips.  He let’s go—and I am flooded.  But I drink every drop.  It is so clear, it barely has any taste at all, but just the force of it going down my throat makes my cock drool and stand up all on its own.  As it peters out, he thanks me and tells me he’s off to the hotel.  I stand up.  My cock is raging.  I find the Tall Guy with Tats.  He is just standing up from having drunk some piss himself.

“Can I fuck you?” I ask without preamble, with my hand finding his ass crack.  He simply bends, using the ledge for support.  I go to my knees and begin to rim.  I lube my dick as I tongue fuck him.  I don’t take long, for my cock wants to be inside him.  Now.  I push the head into TGWT.  He moans and uncaps his poppers.  I let them hit—and then proceed to push all the way in.  He groans again.  I begin a very slow in and out. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” he mumbles.  “Piss inside me, if you want.”

“Let’s do that later,” I pant, as I keep drilling into him.  I am secretly hoping someone will piss on us.  But no one does.  After a while, I pull out, kneel and a taste his ass again.  Eventually, he pulls away, turns and tastes his ass juices on my dick.  We kiss. 

“Fuck me some more.”  He turns and bends again, using the bench for support.  I slap his wet ass crack with my equally wet cock.  Suddenly, the piss I’d drunk does the trick.  I am pissing all over his back and ass.  When I stop, I kneel and lick all my piss out of his ass crack.  It’s futile to even try to dry those rounded cheeks—he’s covered.

I turn him around to kiss him.  We swap the remains of the piss and ass jizz that is in my mouth.  Back and forth.  I finally break the kiss, and he swivels, knowing what I want.  I plow into him.  This time, a guy in red and black neoprene aims his cock at us and let’s go.  His piss hits my dick—and I can’t help but fuck his piss into the hole I am ravaging.  The pissing guy has a huge load.  He let’s his stream travel up the bent over back of TGWT, then it comes back to where my cock is churning more and more of it into the hot ass in front of me.

Mr. Neoprene vanishes when he runs out of piss.  I slap the very wet ass I am plowing.  It makes a delightfully wet splatting sound.  I finally pull out.  TGWT’s hand reaches back and holds his hole shut.  I go to my knees and push his hand away.  It is not flood—but a pleasant trickle of piss dribbles out of his well fucked hole.  I collect as much as I can keep in my mouth—and share it with him in a wet, slobbering kiss…

*

It's much later.  I am pissing every 20 minutes now—what I wanted to be able to do when I arrived.  I feed men.  I am not offered much for me to guzzle—as most of the crowd is unknown to me.

I feed the three men rolling in the piss pool.  They jockey for position to see who can get the most.  I try to keep the stream moving, to feed them all equally.

I have been aware of a very cute young couple in matching black neoprene jocks with a yellow stripe.  They have made the rounds—always together.  As I go back behind the screen, the shorter of the two is sitting on lap of a man twice his age and a very hairy bear.  They are facing each other, kissing.  Neoprene Jock is grinding his ass against the thick shaft of the bear.  As I watch, the Bear let’s his piss go, coating the younger man’s ass crack.  When the piss subsides, Neoprene Jock, grabs the thick cock and tries to get it into his ass.  He can’t.  I catch the eye of the Bear.  I point at the boy’s ass and dangle my bottle of lube I always have on hand.  He nods.

But I don’t use my bottled lube, not at first.  I kneel between the Bear’s splayed legs and spit on his cock.  I move from that to tonguing Neoprene Jock’s ass.  He groans out his surprise and pleasure.  The Bear spreads the younger man’s full cheeks, so I can go deeper.  I can hear them kiss.  Only now do I drizzle lube onto the thick dick and a little to mix with my spit in the young guy’s ass. 

I guide the Bear’s cock into the wet hole.  He is in.  He sighs.  Neoprene Jock moans and begins to ride him, bouncing on that beer can of a dick.  I am still on my knees watching.  As the Bear isn’t thrusting, I begin licking his balls.  The Bear groans at the combined sensation of two men on his cock and balls.

In a few minutes, he cums.  I am right there to lick what little seeps out of the full ass enveloping his cock.  I clean them both up, as his cock deflates and pops out.  Neoprene Jock feels a little embarrassed by it, now that he’s gotten the load.  But the Bear holds him in place for me to keep felching.

“You should piss rinse him,” the Bear murmurs, just loud enough for me to hear.  I stand up and shower both of them with another load of my hot piss…

*

Tall Guy with Tats is on his knees.  He is sucking and drinking from two guys at the same time.  I add mine to make it three.  He gives all the cocks and all the piss streams equal time.  Afterwards, the men move away, I help him to his feet.  We kiss.  I get a taste of the three mixed loads.

“I think,” I whisper in his ear, “it’s time for that piss fuck…”

(To be continued…)

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 1) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   June 14, 2023