Mr. International Rubber Invades the Piss Party.

Chicago—November, 2018

The next day, Alejandro and I went to the piss party.  I took the sling.  I was expecting a lot of guys to attend for Mr. International Rubber was in town.  The hosts were expecting a lot of men, too—we were starting earlier to accommodate their schedule.  As it turned out, there were about 6 of us for the first hour.  We drank up.  No one really played.

Men started to filter in by the second of the 6 hours; a few regulars and lots of men from the rubber convention.  But, for me, the scene never really ignited.  It was much more social:  chat as you drank your beer, piss it out on someone and go back for another drink and continue your chat.  There was not much cock sucking, and even less fucking.  Alejandro let me know that his hole was feeling it from the day before—he was all top this afternoon.  I drank his piss a couple times.  And waited.

I found a cocksucker.  Finally.  But I was out of piss for him—having hosed down the lone man in the inflatable pool.  I hydrated more.

And then the first of two memorable moments happened…

“You write the blog, don’t you…”

It’s really not a question from the attractive man in front of me.  It is more of a statement.  He knows he has it right.  I admit to him I do.

“I would love to have you fuck me.”

I point out I brought the sling.  We drink up and head into the dark back corner.  He is tall and lanky.  He could be anywhere from 30 to 45.  Attractive face…and a gorgeous butt.  I help him into the sling.  As always, the moment someone rattles the chains, a crowd gathers.  I kneel and begin to burrow into his ass with my tongue.  He groans.  I hear poppers opened.  I drill deeper into his rather tight hole.

“You gonna fuck him?” someone in the crowd asks.

I don’t answer.  I stand up, slap my throbbing cock on his ball sack.  Piss erupts from my dick coating his balls and running down his crack.  I bend, lick some of it up and push into his hole.

“Yeah, fuck him with that big dick,” says the same guy.

Hands reach out and stroke the man in the sling—his cock, his nipples, his abs.

“He needs piss,” I tell the crowd of onlookers.  “Piss on him while I fuck him.”

I have gone from a measured fuck to real pounding.

And suddenly the first geyser of piss splashes us.  It’s aimed at his abs.  I’m covered, too, as it moves down and bounces off his cock and balls.  Another guy standing to the side aims perfectly at the man’s mouth.  The pig ovals and drinks him down, at least as much as he can for the torrent is so strong that much of it washes out of his mouth and coats his chest.  A third man aims a stream right at where my cock can fuck it into the now sloppy hole. 

This makes me slow slightly—so my cock can collect more piss.  My super wet dick pumps it into him with every stroke.  When the stream slows and stops, I pull out, kneel and feast on the mess of piss and ass juice that is dribbling out of his puffy hole.  I pray someone will hose me down now—with my face buried in him—but no luck with that.  I eat my fill and stand up for round two.

I love the sloshing sound my dick makes as it fucks into him.  Over and over.  The guy is awash in piss.  My sling is one large piece of leather, not a web sling—there is no drainage.  The motion of my fucking sends the excess piss under him dripping in long streams to the floor.

A regular is stroking his dick as he watches me drill into this now not so tight butt.  “You should fuck this wet ass,” I tell him.  He agrees and quickly replaces me.  I stand to the side and piss on the guy’s cock entering the blog reader in the sling.  This makes the new guy really excited.  He fucks faster and faster.  He edges himself perfectly—stopping just before he cums.

I fall to my knees and clean his cock.  It’s an amazing moment—every taste of sex I love.  He finally pulls away from me, thinking he might shoot and pushes my face into the dripping hole.  I lick and eat my fill.  It makes my cock drool.  I stick it back into him.

“Let me have some of that.”

It’s a young guy I don’t know, with an uncut cock sticking out of a rubber jock.  He’s eager and I am more than willing to let him.  I step aside and let him into the wet hole.  He fucks with quick jack rabbit strokes.  The chains rattle.  More piss is spewed on the boy getting fucked.  The new top speeds up.  I can’t tell if he is shooting a load or not—but it sure looks like it. 

He pulls out.  He’s watched me clean the last guy.  He offers me his dick to suck clean.  I work my tongue under the ample foreskin.  I am in pig heaven.  I still can’t tell if he’s truly shot or is just a heavy precummer. Either way it tastes great and I don’t care.

“Go on pig, eat out his hole again,” he tells me, slowly pulling his cock out of my mouth.   I move over on the wet floor.  I lick and swallow all the mixed juices.  Again I am rampant.  I fuck the blog reader until he finally asks to take a break.

*****

“I’m going to leave soon,” Alejandro tells me.  I don’t think he’s played much.  I’m pretty sure he has fed piss to a couple of others, not just me.

“If I can’t fuck you—I’d love to eat your hole.”

His eyes brighten.  “Yeah, you sure could.”

We go to the sling.  It’s pretty much dried off.  He hops in.  I get down on my knees. 

I nuzzle my way into that ass.  Again.  I can feel that his ass lips are still slightly swollen from all our fucking.  I work them gently.  Poking and prodding.

And then it happens.  What I love here—and can’t get anywhere else.  Someone begins pissing on his cock and balls.  The piss sluices down his ass crack and into my mouth.  I work to catch my breath—and only end up swallowing more.

Fuck!  I can never get enough.