The Biker, The Sub Cub and the Cocksucker

Chicago—September, 2018

I could not attend any of the summer piss parties in Chicago.  My last one was during IML in May.  No wonder I was feeling the need to get wet.  I made it a priority to be there for the September party.

I was the first in the door.  And the only one in that front door for what felt like a very long time.  

(This did lead to some make out time with the Coat Check Otter when he wasn’t getting fucked by the man in charge!)  We eventually had maybe 30 guys—small by the standards I was used to before the summer.  But there were a lot of new faces, always a good thing.  The smaller number of men simply meant that we played more...

I have hydrated early.  I have needed to piss for some time, but I’ll be damned if I’m wasting it.  Eventually, a 30-something Mexican gets in the blow-up wading pool.  He kneels.  I move over and unload all over him.  He goes back and back and forth from swallowing the clear stream to letting it play over his fleshy pecs.  It makes his larger than average dick get rock hard.  I direct the final splash onto his man meat.  He stands up and I suck it, covered in my own piss.

Two groups have formed.  One is around an impossibly good looking boy.  Everyone is trying to suck him—when he would rather be on the floor servicing everybody around him.

The second group is the one I’m attracted to.  A cubbish sub—maybe just 40, mid height (though hard to tell with him on his knees) with a shaved head, a couple of tats and a pierced dick—is working on a man I take to be his partner.  He’s about the same age, six foot, heavily tatted with what look more like biker or prison tats than beautiful, artistic ones.  A third man, who I’ll dub the Cocksucker, is pissing on the sub and on the dick of the Biker while it is being enthusiastically sucked by the sub cub.

I go over.  Biker grabs my elbow and pulls me into a kiss.  Jesus.  I can’t breathe.  He rapes my mouth with his piss flavored tongue.  I grab a lung full of air and give him the same treatment—ending it with spitting our combined spittle into his mouth.  The Cub is now sucking the man who gave him the piss as Biker and I are wrapped up in our own little world. 

The Cub gets up.  He has to piss.  The Cocksucker kneels.  Biker sticks his dick in the man’s mouth just as the piss splashes onto him.  I take a deep swig from my water bottle.  As soon as the Cub’s piss dwindles, mine splashes on the Biker’s dick and into the Cocksuckers mouth.  The sub Cub has gotten onto his knees and is licking my full scrotum as I piss.  He dives for one mouthful of fluid—then lets the Cocksucker get the rest.  He takes his full mouth of my piss and spits it on my ass crack.  He begins eating my hole and licking the piss clinging to my hairy crack the moment I can no longer piss.  The Biker grabs me around the waist, bending me over, so the Cub can really eat me out.

It’s my turn next to piss on and rim the Cub’s ass.  He leans against the bar as I do it.  Biker moves next to him and juts his furry butt out, too.  The Cocksucker pisses on the Biker’s crack and pushes me over to clean the Biker’s crack. 

Fuck, yes!  And we are in the first hour of the party.

The four of us lick and suck and piss on every part of the other three’s bodies.  We all lick and suck and clean the others.  The Biker and I spit on each other’s pits, too.  Soon they are reeking of piss.

The piss from our cocks seems to be inexhaustible.  We drink so much piss and water I shouldn’t be surprised, but we never have to stop to wait for more piss between the four of us.  Or maybe we just enjoy oral sex so much that that is quite enough until the piss erupts from someone’s cock.

Occasionally, someone new gives us piss or a blowjob, but it’s mostly just the four of us in any and every oral combination.

And then it happens.  One minute the Biker is rimming the pissed ass crack of the sub, and the next he has stood up and stuck his raw dick into him.  The Cub groans and takes it.  And twirls around to clean the Biker’s dick the moment he pulls out.

“Can I fuck your boy?” I ask.

“Ask him.  I haven’t a clue who he is,” the Biker whispers in my ear, before licking it.

I fall to my knees and lick the freshly fucked butt of the Cub.  He’s grinds back on my beard and whimpers:  “Fuck me, fuck me…”

I stand up and fuck his hot ass.  He cleans me off, too.

The ass play keeps the three of us together.  The Cocksucker gives us one last full blast of piss and finds other men to use his skills on.

Now we constantly have something in the sub Cub’s ass:  cock, finger or tongue.  We rotate who’s in his mouth, who is working his ass.  Just once I pull out of the Cub’s mouth and lick the ass of the Biker as he fucks the Cub.

When I stop, he stops fucking and pulls me up.  “Let me taste…”  I willing give him my tongue to suckle.

“Piss up my hole,” the sub Cub pleads.  He’s bent over, hanging onto the bar again.

The Biker goes first.  He empties his entire bladder up him.  Then he fucks him.  Hard. 

I clean his cock when he pulls out.  I take his place.  I stick my dick into the super hot, pissed out hole.  I give him my full bladder, too.  I fuck him just as hard. 

I pull out and get down on my knees. “Give it to me.”

“Fuck, you are a pig,” says the Biker.

The Cub pushes.  Nothing comes out.  At all.  We have fucked it so deeply into him he can’t force it out.

The party is breaking up slightly early.  We know it’s time to cum.

“You want our loads?”  We know it’s rhetorical but it turns all of us on to ask and hear the answer.

“Fuck, yes.”

The Biker loads him first.  It’s a long fuck and he has to use his hand to get himself on the point of shooting before he shoves it back in.

I let the Cub clean his dick, I lick the Cub’s cummy butt.  The Biker’s cum isn’t too deep.  It’s oozing out of the Cub.  The Biker watches me felch.  At one point he holds my head in place, tongue deep into the creamy ass.  He holds me until I can’t breathe…and releases me just in time.

I pull myself up and shove my cock into the Cub.  I shoot—long and hard.

I look to the Biker to see if he wants to felch. 

He shakes his head.  “Eat out your own swimmers, man.” 

I begin licking our combined cum out of the Cub’s hole.  Suddenly a piss stream hits the Cub’s  ass crack.  The Biker is giving me something to drink along with my dessert…