Meeting My Readers

Chicago—September, 2012

The day after we pissed on (and up) a hot piss pig, it was the monthly Chicago Watersports Party.  I was in my usually yellow jock (dirtier than usual thanks to that pig) and boots.  It was one of those last days of summer outside and there were not as many men inside.  But the pigs who did come, wanted to play hard and wet.  I was pissing on several of my old fuck buds almost instantly and, eventually, guzzling some piss myself….

It’s dark in the back bar after the September sun.  The piss video is grunting and splashing on the back wall.  In the darkest corners, men are on their knees wallowing in each other’s juices.  I have had some great butt, usually awash with piss while I rim it and fuck it.  It’s now the last frenetic hour.  People are looking to get off, dry off and go home.  I am sitting on the back ledge, water bottle in hand.  One of my two favorite bottoms approaches me.  He’s younger than many here, with ginger hair and the most engaging grin.  And an ass every top in the room wants.

“Hi,” he says, “I thought I saw you back here.”  He bends and deep throats my already hard cock effortlessly. When he surfaces for air, he grins up at me.  “Damn that tastes good.  You’ve been busy tonight.”

He’s left my cock dripping.  He turns and settles his bubble butt down on my entire length.  Damn.  He squeezes and massages my meat with that talented ass while he just sits there.  Soon he’s bouncing on it.  I stand up, still in him and bend him onto an onlooker’s dick.  He takes the hint and swallows the proffered cock.  From behind me, someone aims a piss stream directly at my cock pile driving into his ass.  I fuck the piss load into his eager ass.  My boy is beating furiously.  When another piss stream lands on his back, it’s too much--he spurts all over the floor.

My ginger haired bud pulls off and waves goodbye as I sit back down on the ledge.  Instantly, a hot versatile man, who I’ve played with on and off throughout the evening, comes over and sits on my cock.  He’s my age, fit and trim, with a great expanse of hairy chest.  He’s one of those distinguished looking men you would never think would be such a great cock and piss hound.  I’ve seen him fuck men senseless and I’ve loaded him in the past.  He pats me on the shoulder and starts to bounce on my dick.  We fuck.  He is in control.  I can’t even thrust up into him.  Two guys approach with full bladders.  We are hosed down—our entire bodies are covered in piss.  As the piss runs out, he slows.  And then stops.  Has he cum in that torrent of hot liquid?

He turns to me, still attached and says.  “I love your blog.   Keep writing.”

And he’s gone…

Who knew??  He’s certainly my target audience…

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One of the summer hook ups I have yet to write up involved a hairy versatile guy named Ryan and another top who worked over a hardcore sub.  I’ll get to it—it was hot. And then I met Ryan again when we both attended a large fuck party—and he was the best ass there.  I don’t think I’d mentioned the blog to him.  So I was certainly surprised and pleased when he spoke up on the last post, chiming in how hot a fuck a mutual pig is…

Not only that, but he’s been inspired by us sex bloggers to write one himself. You should check out his fledgling effort:  Spreading My Legs.  He promises to not only detail his hook-ups but post pictures from past ones.  He’s off to a great start….

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And then there’s the hook up that never happened.  A piss pig from the south was up visiting his family.  He told me he loved my blog—and aspired to be in it.  We set a date to meet, but his family obligations took over all his time.  But he cancelled correctly—in plenty of time and with true regret.  Then he wrote me the hottest letter.  I have disguised his city and added some punctuation…but here it is:

Hey FP ... I am back down south where it is warm...thank God. Have to say I am very disappointed I did not have the chance to be your piss boy. I don’t meet many people as uninhibited and free as you seem to be. I have to tell you that thinking about you on my trip got me very turned on. I had a 2 1/2 layover in Chicago. I decided I had to go feed somewhere to relieve the pressure on my balls ... so found a semi deserted bath room, sat in the stall, opened your pics on my phone, pissed all over myself and whipped off a HUGE load in your honor, SIR. I am sure that a little smell had to be still left on me when on the flight home.  Maybe that is why the sexy straight guy sitting next to me talked to me the entire fight home. So I may not have had the privilege of being in your sling and taking everything your tanked up bladder had to give me--but I left one huge load in Chicago with your name on it.

We will meet up soon I know and can’t wait to read the story about our encounter in your blog. Drop me a line whenever you feel like it.  And if the mood hits you, I’d love you to take a pair of sweaty, cum and piss soaked underwear, seal them in a plastic bag, send them to me and I will wear them with pride... thanks for being so cool ... your piss boy

 I am honored there is a load somewhere in the maze of O’Hare that was inspired by me.

Now, you’ll have to excuse me, I need to find a pair of briefs and a Ziploc bag…