Piss Fucking--From Online to Reality

Chicago—January, 2018

We had chatted online for at least half a year.  Maybe more.  He loved the blog.  He loved that I could piss hard.  He knew my brother from shopping at the leather store where he worked.  We talked about a meet—but why bring a sex pig to my tiny town?  With his love of piss I asked if he would he consider Chicago—timed to include the monthly piss party?

Our chats (and looking at the pictures he sent) were a pleasant diversion.  I never for a moment thought we’d actually meet.  The east coast is a long way from southwest Michigan or the northside of Chicago.  But suddenly it all fell into place.  I don’t think he could believe he was coming on such a whim either.  I remember Alejandro emailing me his flight info so I’d believe he had really made the leap of faith.  I got busy and got a room at the motel closest to the piss party.  We’d have a play date with just us on Friday and go to the piss party on Saturday.

I arrived in town, fleeing from a snowstorm that was blanketing Michigan—but I made it in to town easily.  I set up the sling. I set up the rimseat by the desk.  I pulled off the quilted bedspread and a blanket, folding them and putting them out of the way.  I put the tarp under the sling and an old sheet of mine on top of that to catch the piss run off.  And I began to tank up.

As it turned out, he got a room, too.  I don’t think he needed me to hear his prepping for our play.  He sent a text saying he had arrived and was cleaning up and did I remember how we’d agreed to start the meet?  I did.  And he arrived at my door dead on time.  I stepped out of the bathroom and firmly closed that door and walked across the room to open the outside door…

I am dressed in my jeans and a shirt.  My new yellow jock from Toronto, the pouch of which is bulging nicely in anticipation, is under my 501’s.  I open the door.  Fuck!  He’s even better looking than his pictures.  He’s a good head shorter than I am.  Mid to late 30’s. A great smile in a handsome face.  He’s Latino, so his hair is dark and, I am soon to learn, everywhere. 

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I need to piss.  May I use your bathroom?”

“Sure, come on in.”  I shut the door behind him as he swings a bag down onto the floor.

“So, may I…”

I look to the door.  “Sorry I forgot that my boy is in there.”

His eyes widen.  He may have suggested the role play for our first words…but now he’s not sure where it’s going.  “I…”

“You can still piss.”  I kneel in front of him.  “Just piss down my throat.”

“I don’t know…”

“Come on…you need relief.  I can see it.”  This is certainly the truth.  It is so obvious that this beautiful man has got to piss.  Now.

“Ok…”  He unzips, as I unbutton myself, and hauls out a fucking beautiful PA-ed dick.  I know, thanks to Jacob, just how to fold the PA out of the way with my tongue.   It barely makes it into my mouth before it begins pissing a torrential stream.  I swallow and swallow jerking my aching dick to full hardness.  Eventually the onslaught down my gullet peters out.  I begin sucking his cock.  He stops me, only to strip out of his clothes as I do mine.  We put our boots back on.

“Let me drink your piss.”  He kneels on the tarp in front of the sling.  I give it to him—but it’s still stronger than it should be considering how much water and citrus Gatorade I have been knocking back.  We get it out of his mouth and I use it to cover his chest.  He comes up and we have a wet sloppy kiss…the first of countless ones in the next few hours.

*****

He’s in the sling.  I am eating his piss soaked ass.  My piss has cleared and it’s wonderful.  I drill into his hole, getting his taste on my tongue.  I stand up, lean across him and kiss him deeply again.  I go back down and eat more of his hairy hole.  There is so much hair down there for the piss to cling to, I work hard to get every drop. 

I grease my dick lightly.  It takes a little time to get into his ass.  He loves to bottom but rarely does at home.  I have to really work him open.  At last my cock sinks into Alejandro.  I fuck him incredibly slowly.  Every little movement shoots waves of pleasure through both of us.  I pick up the tempo.  I fuck and fuck until the sling rattles.  I slow it down.  Pull out.  And shoot a huge stream of piss across his chest and into his open mouth.

I bend and clean him up.  I come around the side of the sling.  I lick his nipples.  His hairy chest.  The hollow in his neck where some piss has formed a tiny puddle.  I stand up and piss his armpit.  I clean it thoroughly with my tongue, mixing his sweat with my piss.  I kiss him again, releasing the mixture into his mouth.

I go back and fuck.

And piss.

*****

We play on the stripped down bed a little, too, but we both want to go back to where we can be wet.
 

I eat his ass again and he pisses himself.  The rivulets of pale liquid cascade down his thighs, around his balls and onto my waiting tongue.  I poke them into his now sloppy hole.  He moans deep in his throat.  I stand up, and with all that hair still sopping wet, I fuck him.

*****

I take a breather and drink some more.

I drink from his tap again.

He gets back in the sling.  I am rock hard from having drunk him down.  I push into his wet hole.  I don’t go deep—and I begin to fill him.

“Oh, damn…fill my ass up.”

I do.  I give him all his recycled piss back.

I fuck in it.  Some sloshes out of him on the backstroke and onto my boots. 

He knows what I really want.  I pull out.  I knee and seal my lips around his hole.  He pushes.  Piss spurts into my mouth.  And again.

I stand up.  My lips lock on his and I yellow ball our piss into his mouth.  He takes it hungrily.  And gives it back.  Neither of us want to look greedy and swallow it first.

I fuck some more. 

I need to piss again.

I fill up his ass.

He fills my mouth.

This time I drool it into his mouth from on high.  He can’t get enough—his eyes shine with piss gluttony.  We kiss.  Deep.  Long.  Neither wanting to break the kiss.

I move around and kiss his swollen hole.  I tongue it—cleaning him up.

But my cock goes deep into him again and again…