Piss Whores at the IML Piss Party

Chicago—May, 2019

I was here in Chicago—but it wouldn’t be for long.  My summer work load picked up this year before IML was even over.  But I had two days and I was determined to have enough sex to keep me semi-sated over the summer.

I sat in the car, parked behind the bar where the piss party took place.  It is usually 4 hours long.  For IML it was starting two hours earlier.  I was primed.  I had been drinking constantly since my arrival at the motel.  I needed to piss…but I ignored the urge.  I got out and went to check in…

There is a line to get in.  A great sign.  I pay, sign in and strip.  I am wearing my jock reserved for piss and my yellow edged neoprene harness.  And boots—the boots that I only wear for this party.  I park my bag with the cute otter on duty.  (He is so busy with the bigger than average crowd, I get no time to play with him.)  I fill my water bottle, turn and survey the room.  There are twice as many people here in the first 30 minutes.  Piss is already flowing.  I see a sub kneeling in the corner, hands behind his back.  I decide he’ll get m first piss load.  I start towards him.

“Hey!”

I’m waylaid but a cute man in his 30’s who looks slightly familiar.  Tall and slim, he is wearing neoprene shorts that hug his hot bubble butt and a harness. 

“We met last year at this party.  Want to fuck me again?”

I usually take some time to work up to fucking, but I want him.  Bad.  We walk to the barrels below the big screen television.  He drops to his knees on the only slightly damp concrete and digs out my dick.  He gives me expert head.  I am so ready to fuck his ass.  He gets up and turns.  His shorts have a slit, maybe an open zipper—either way his ass crack is exposed.  He bends, holding on to the barrels.  It’s my turn to kneel.  I eat his ass.  I lick his crack and dig into his not very tight pucker.  He’s already had someone up there—likely at his hotel, not here.  I stand up.  My cock pokes at the now wet hole.  And I piss him.  All over the exposed ass flesh.  All over the neoprene, too. 

He groans and calls me a dirty fucker.  “Stick it in me.  Piss fuck me, man.”

I have run out of piss by the time I enter him, but I remember that instruction for later.  I go balls deep with ease.  His groans of pleasure are making people turn towards us.  My loud fucking of Neoprene Shorts makes them come over to us.  Men stroke as they comment on my raw cock splitting this guy open in the first few moments of the party.

One man in the crowd knows me.  He comes over and lets loose a piss load all over my pumping dick.  I fuck it into NS who moans “Piss fuck me, Daddy.”  I keep fucking it into him until our donor runs dry.  I pull out—and NS spins around to clean my cock.

“Anytime tonight,” he says, pausing in the cleaning, still holding my sodden cock in one hand.  “Just fuckin’ use me…”

I meet him again and again over my five hours here.

*****

I suck various cocks. 

I let various men suck me.

I sit and tank up in the back corner.  My bladder needs to be filled again.  I sit and stroke, watching Neoprene Shorts getting fucked as he hangs onto the bar.

“Let me do that for you.”

I look up.  A younger Latino is standing there.  He is naked but for rubber shorts and black knee pads piped in yellow.  I let go of my dick.  He strokes it for about three light pulls—and is then kneeling, hungrily taking me to the root.  He is excellent.  His tongue feels thick and warm as it caresses every inch of my hard cock.  He goes down to lick my balls as well, which must still smell of my first fuck.  He washes them clean with his licking. 

“Please.  Let me lick your ass.”

I hunker down and lift my legs.  His handsome face is instantly there.  He digs deep into me.

The same man who hosed my dick down earlier is watching us.  He suddenly covers my raised ass with his piss.  The Latino slurps hungrily, swallowing all he can.  Another guy starts pissing us.  My ass is covered—but the Latino licks me until he dries me with his tongue…

*****

“How many cocks?” I ask Neoprene Shorts. 

“About ten.” 

I sink down and taste his ass.  It’s wonderful. 

“There’s a load in there, too.” 

I dig deeper.  Yup.  I swallow some.  I fuck him again—at the bar.  I churn the load.  Another pig cleans my cock as I pull out of him.  This pig spits it back on NS’s hole and fucks it back into him…

*****

I greet my bearish friends from Palm Springs.  My standard greeting here—grab their cock, piss on it and kneel to clean it up.  I take turns with the top of the couple fucking his hairy partner.  We fuck the piss out of him…

*****

I meet up with two men who attended my watersports class at CLAW.  They are having a blast.

I make sure to piss on many cocks fucking willing bottoms.

*****

An African American pig finds me and leads me to the corner.  He gives me head.  Pisses on my cock and cleans it.  I piss on his ass and lick it up.  And, of course, fuck him.

The next time we meet up he whispers in my ear that he wants me to use taboo words—to ‘degrade this xxxxxx faggot.’  I go up his ass, lean across his back and whisper the hateful words in his ear.  He squeezes down on my cock and shoots a load all over the floor.

*****

I am extremely well hydrated, but have drunk very little piss.  I can’t fuck for much longer.  It is approaching the fifth hour of play.  I find Neoprene Shorts still bent over at the bar.

“How many loads?”

“Five,” he grins.  “And like 40 cocks.”

“Fuck…”

“I need to go home.  One last fuck?”

I eat his hole for a long time.  I can taste load, but they are not really oozing out of him.  I stand up and slip into him.  Now I can feel the slickness of the cum.  I fuck him hard.  Churning the loads.  And out of the blue I realize I am pissing up his hole.  He feels it and reaches back to hold me in place.  I can’t stop.  I go on and on.

Finally I run dry.  My cock has soften slightly with the onslaught of piss.  I fuck a little.  He is incredibly full.

I pull out.  I kneel behind him.  “Feed me.”

“Drink the piss from my ass,” he says, loud enough for the bartender to hear.  “Drink every drop.”

My mouth seals around his hole.  He pushes slightly…and it comes out of him in a gusher.  Piss mixed with the five cum loads.  On and on.  I swallow it all.  Every drop.  But for the mouthful I save for his mouth.

I want to cum in him, but his ass is done.

I find the Black guy—still here after his cum explosion.  “Take my load, fag.”

I bend him over, his head in the cage at the front of the bar.  My cock plows into him and I explode.  Over and over.

I pull my cock out with a willing felcher, already on his knees, waiting.  We both love the white cum seeping out of his black crack.  I push the guy’s face into the mess I’ve made and go find my bag…