Piss Party Reunion

Chicago--March, 2012

The second Saturday of the month was the Chicago Piss Party.  I made it in in easily--even taking some back roads to avoid the toll road.  I got there an hour ahead of the party.  I parked behind the bar, and, while hydrating constantly, read my book until just before starting time.  The joke with the organizers is that I am always the second person to sign in.  Today I was first.   I guessed it would be a small crowd.  I was right, but it was a very playful one…


I’m stripped to my yellow jock, wrist bands and combat boots.  My cock is barely contained in the jock, making me look bigger than usual.   It’s one of those unseasonably hot March days, so it’s actually warm in the bar.  There are only about ten guys in attendance at this point--and no one is playing yet.  I need to fix that.  An older daddy with just a fringe of white hair is leaning on one of the tables, sipping his beer.  I head in his direction.  We talk--about the weather--his foreskin-my lack of one--foreskin restoration--which leads us to Al Parker.  He tells me about the time he shared a shower with the legendary porn star, right after Al’s restoration surgery.  And before you know it, I am down and sucking his small, super hard cock, luxuriating in working his foreskin with my tongue. I rise.  I piss into his foreskin.  He squirms with delight.  I kneel and suck my piss out of it.  This makes him piss.  I get the entire first bottle of recycled beer.  And when I stand back up I see that we’ve gained 20 more people and they are almost all having sex.  I wave to Mark, my older piss pal from Michigan across the room.

It’s a day of drinking.  I seem to constantly be sucking cock and drinking piss.  And it seems to keep happening in groups of three or four.  I will be getting piss from a guy, another man will shoot his stream on the cock that’s in my mouth.  Another will join him.  And some man hoses me down from the back---what a fucking waste!

I get out of the back corners for awhile and walk over to the inflatable pool.  Two men are 69ing in the pool.  I watch as they go from sucking cock to eating ass, to back again.  The pool is ringed with men.  We each piss on them as they play.  Some guys aim their stream right at the asshole that’s being licked.  Some just cover them.  I aim mine at the cock sucker’s mouth.  He stops to catch some of my hot piss, then goes back to the cock, as I play my endless stream on his face, his hair and back to his mouth.

I’ve not seem Mark since we waved to each other early on.  I finally locate him in the back corner.  I look closely.  I can’t believe it.  He’s fucking Warren.

When I first started going to the piss parties six years ago, Warren was the hottest man in attendance.  He knew it, but played well with absolutely anyone who showed interest.  Warren is just under my height, gym built, tattoos on each shoulder and truly versatile.  He loves to plow hole as much as bend over for it.  In the old days, we would play in all sorts of ways--either sharing hole or just drinking from each other.  Occasionally I’d fuck him.  But he would always end his evening at my feet.  He loved to jerk off his final load with my cock in his mouth.  I haven’t seen him in over three years.  Except in some piss porn he’s made where he takes huge things up his glorious ass.  And here he is, bent over taking my hot, 60 year old friend.

I  go up to them.  Both smile at me.  I grin back.  And piss on Warren’s ass. I piss long and hard, so that it flows down over Mark's cock as it enters him.  Warren is jerking himself.  Fast.  He suddenly grunts.  He’s shooting all over the floor.  Mark slows his fucking, then pulls out.  I sink to the floor and he sticks his cock in my mouth.  I clean it--then dive into Warren’s ass.  No load--but it tastes incredible.

He finally stands up.  So do I.  We kiss.  Long and hard.  He tells me he needs recovery time, but to find him later.

I continue to play.  Drinking and giving.  Pissing and swallowing.

As the party winds down, I find Warren at the bar.  He is leaning over it, talking to the bartender.  I walk up, piss on his ass crack, lick it up and work my cock up his battered hole.  He grunts.  He knows it’s me without looking.  I am balls deep in him.  I want to breed him.  I don’t think I ever have.  I’m fucking him hard enough now to make him stop talking.  He turns his head back to me.

“Why don’t you bring that cock back to my house.  I’ve asked a couple of guys over…”

I nod yes.

“Good,“  he continues. “You should breed me in my sling.”

I can’t fucking wait…