Chicago—May, 2017
…
I go piss, change into my jock and cover it with the flight suit. It’s time for me to hit the road.
When
I turn back to the sling, I see that Tod has expertly entered Marco with his
left hand and is working ever deeper.
I
tell them to have fun and go down stairs to wait for the porn star I’m taking
to the piss party….
I stand outside the building. Pretty soon, I see him approaching from the
host hotel. It’s the porn star. (He was
at last year’s piss party—back then I called him the Hot One. He loved our play together and the write up of the event. He even allowed me to tell my
readers his name, but as the post was already published, I left it the way I
wrote it. Now I will—he’s Milan Gamiani,
once part of the Lucas stable. I wrote
him an email and asked if he was coming in for IML and if so, I’d be happy to
drive him up to the piss party.) And
here he is. He looks great.
We get the car out of parking and head to the
northside.
We go in.
Milan has to find the manager and give him a signed picture he’d
promised him last year. I go back and
strip down to my dirtiest jock and yellow trimmed harness. I start to really chug the water. I don’t feel hydrated at all.
Guys are flooding in. Yeah, I guess I do mean that. Piss is flying the moment these early
arrivals are taking off their clothes.
“Hello,” says a voice with a trace of a continental
accent. “May I suck that magnificent
cock?”
I turn. It’s
an attractive man of middle years in white and blue Neoprene. I’m pretty sure I have talked to him on
Recon. I sit and let him kneel between
my splayed legs. He gives me a magnificent
blow job. Tons of varied suction. Extremely wet. And not a trace of teeth. I urge him to do my balls, too. He does—leaving them wet and slippery. My free hand, for the right one is holding my
water bottle to my mouth, touches the back of his neck and guides him up the length
of my shaft and he takes me down to the root in an easy movement.
We break.
I find the Palm Spring Bears who still have an
apartment here in Chicago. I drink a
little piss from the bottom. I stand up
and piss in a thin little stream on his cock.
I kneel and lick it off. We talk about my visiting PS.
We separate.
I meet a newbie friend of a regular. I do the gay man’s handshake of taking his
dick into my mouth—and vice versa.
I finally get a good piss stream going onto two pigs
splashing in the wading pool of piss.
More head from the man in Neoprene. I find out he’s from the Netherlands. Now I know I spoke to him on Recon.
Rod, one half of the hosts of the New Year’s Eve
Party finds me. We hug and suck each other’s
dick.
I piss on two guys kissing each other.
I find the gorgeous boy from LA I have fucked at the
last two IML piss parties. He is topping
a young guy—shoving his uncut cock up him.
I smile and move on.
I finally find Milan sitting by the coat check. He has knees pads on once again; I go over to
him and make him put them to use. He
sucks my cock expertly. It’s been a good
day for excellent head. I pull him up
and off my super wet dick.
“Bend over.”
I point at the ledge he’s been sitting on. We are out front, not hidden by the screens
at all. We attract a small crowd as I
kneel and begin tonguing that jockstrapped ass.
He moans into the crook of his arm, where his head rests. I get him as wet as possible. I stand up and slap his ass with my hard
cock.
“Damn,” says some man to the side of me. “Fuck him with that thing.”
I spit once more onto his hole. I push in.
Just the head. I watch him
tense. And relax. I slide into him. To the hilt.
In one stroke. I fuck. My hips sound loud since his ass is wet. I pull-out and make them wetter—I piss all
over his beautiful ass. I go right back
in. He groans and mumbles. A piss party regular is standing right near
his face jerking to our fuck.
“Put it in his mouth,” I tell him.
He does. Milan
sucks it willingly. Hungrily. He is such a hot pig. I keep fucking.
I nod to the man in his mouth and point to his
ass. He nods back and comes around to
me. I step aside and let him go up Milan’s
hole. It takes just a few strokes and he
busts a load. He pulls out and lets me
kneel to taste his deposit. I do. Thick and creamy. Mixing with my piss as it leaks down his
crack.
I spend a long time there. Felching and tonguing. And fucking in the remains.
Beer Can of Friday night pushes near us, waiting for
me to let him in. I make way, thinking I
better leave some load in Milan if he’s going to take that thickest of dicks….
****
Once I start fucking I can’t stop. I bend a hot middle aged man over a barrel. His mouth is dirty. Which makes me fuck him harder.
I fuck Rod.
Beer Can takes over there, too.
More Dutch head.
I fuck a man I can’t see the face of, who is just
offering ass in the back, dark corner.
I see Tod. He
tells me he left Marco very satisfied.
And Marco was so horned he fucked a load into Tod. This makes me grin.
I finally sit down.
I want some piss to drink, but I’ve had nothing but the quick splash
from the PS bottom early on. I sip my
water instead as I watch a man get piss sprayed on him from three sides.
“Daddy…”
I turn. It’s
the LA boy. Damn. He’s is likely in his mid 30’s, but in this
light he looks barely 20. Latino. His hair is jet black. The chest tattoo is big and intricate and
highlights his chest in all the right places.
There is some other ink I don’t remember, perhaps it’s new. He comes around and kneels in front of
me. He takes me in his mouth. My dick looks enormous near his small
frame. He sucks. Tenderly.
He makes love to this Daddy cock.
“Daddy, do you remember how you fucked me last year?”
Before I can answer, he sits on my spit covered
dick. He slides down it. He fucks himself until his legs get
tired. I have him stand and lean against
the screen. I fuck him some more. He moans out his pleasure.
He rides me again.
Suddenly his ass contracts. I’m fucking the cum out of him. I let him choose when to get off me. He grinds a couple of times more down on me
and stands up. I clean his cock, every
bit as tenderly as he sucked mine. He
hugs me. I tell him I have a group of
Daddies coming to my room tomorrow. They
would all love to use him. We promise to
find the other online to set it up…
I see Milan getting sucked by a very pretty young
man.
I decide I need to get off.
I find the man I fucked on the barrel. “You want a load?”
“Are you joking?
I want you to drip out of me all the way home.”
And he leads me back to the barrel…
This was an incredible group of piss loving men. This is the stuff "wet" dreams are made of.
ReplyDeleteWe are always a fun group, I think, but it is always great to have piss lovers from all over join us in getting wet!
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