Palm Springs: The Massive Piss Party

Palm Springs—September, 2021

I showered after Ortiz left and had some food.  I think I may have power napped for my 43 minutes. 

Jay’s partner was away, so I knew I would be spending the first moments of the party tonight acting as host.  Jay adjusted the lighting of the gardens and in the swimming pool—and the guys started to pour in right at 8:00pm.

 

Guys are everywhere.  We are at twice the number of men as on Thursday.  The crowd is younger, too.  Thursday was 45 and up.  Today we are 30 and up with a few men in their 20’s.  The wading pool is full of men wallowing in piss.  The slurp ramp is packed with guys guzzling it down or letting is shower on their chest and crotch.  The rimseats are busy.  The slings take maybe 30 minutes before men hop in.  The move of the fuck bench works—there is almost always a hot ass being used on it.

I wander.  I point out the lockers to the men still fully clothed.  I often do this as someone is sucking my cock.  It pays to advertise.

I join the men on the ledge.  A beefy man around my age steps up.  I don’t let him suck my cock.  I grab the base of my cock with my fist and present him with my balls.  He gets them good and wet.  I reward him with a stream of piss that arcs up and into his mouth.  Only when it sputters out do I let him suck my dick.  He’s good.  A man pushes in, in order to stand next to me.  He begins to piss on my cock as the beefy guy sucks.  We all love the feeling of this.  When he’s done pissing, I move the beefy guy’s mouth onto the new dick.

I step back to the rimseats behind me.  Jay had set out two—but two more have arrived with the guests. Three are in use.  A young man, who licked ass all Thursday night, is parked under one of them, waiting for a new butt.  I watch a hot younger Latino take a seat on his face.  He gestures me over so he can suck my dick while a hot tongue is stabbing up into his hole.  This guy is good, with great deep throat skills.  He does my balls without my urging.  He lets me fuck his face.  He never chokes on me.  I pat his shoulder and move on…

*

I fuck a bear of a man—with a white beard and a huge patch of salt and pepper chest hair.  A parade of men pass by and let him suck their cocks as he takes me in his hole.  Some piss on him.  I fuck him until I need to piss. I pull out and blast a stream up to his mouth.  It quickly becomes less powerful and coats that chest hair.  A young man with lots of facial scruff is standing by—stroking and watching.  He instantly bends over and begins licking up all the piss on the bear’s chest.  He takes some of it up to the Bear’s mouth and kisses him.  I go to my knees and eat the young man’s ass.

“Fuck me, daddy…” he moans.

I stand up and do just that—as the Bear holds him tight and the boy whimpers into the mass of wet fur…

*

My friend Rod arrives.  It has been four or five years since I’ve seen him.  He and his partner use to live in Chicago and threw fabulous New Years Eve sex parties until they moved west.  I give my dick a break and we catch up as we each chug a bottle of water.  Soon enough we notice a heavily tatted guy in his 40’s get up on the fuck bench.  We go over.  Rod feeds him his dick as I begin eating his ass. He has been busy—his hole is open and his ass lips puffy.  He is also a self luber—to the point it drips onto my tongue.

I stand up and give him my dick.  He’s surprised by my size, but takes it easily after a few moments.  Rod comes back and watches me fuck.  “I’ve missed seeing that,” he whispers in my ear.  And then pisses on my shaft—so I fuck it into Tatted Guy’s gut. 

I pull out and take my dick to the bottom’s mouth as Rod puts his large, curved cock into the super wet hole I just left.  Rod grunts his approval and begins fucking him with long, hard strokes.  Hard enough that Tatted Guy has to stop sucking and concentrate on his ass.  I go around and watch Rod fuck.  I kneel and lick the side of his cock on the back stroke.  I want to piss on him, but I don’t think I can.  It doesn’t matter, as two guys who were about to piss in the wading pool next door, decide to use us instead.  Rod’s cock is covered, I am covered and the back of Tatted Guy is soaked.   

Rod pulls out.  I suck his cock for a millisecond before I know I need to fuck.  I push into the now super stretched hole.  “I have to piss,” I bark at Tatted Guy.  “Want it in your ass?”

“Fuckin’ piss fuck me, man…”

I slow down, but I don’t stop fucking.  It’s almost there…I pause and my cock explodes with what feels like a geyser of piss.  As I continue to piss, I begin a slow pistoning.  Piss splashes out.  Rod goes to his knees and tries to get in a position to lick some.  I keep pumping.  My eyes connect with Rod.  I nod and pull out, stepping slightly to the other side.  Piss drips out of Tatted Guy’s ass.  Rod is there to lick it all up…

*

Later.

The youngest man at the party—at least he looks barely 25—is having his dream moment.  He is in the sling.  His daddy is at the head, behind him, holding on to his arms in a loving way, not holding him in place.  And the daddy is encouraging every man to use his boy.

I have seen at least three men cum in him.   I wander over closer as the fourth man fucks and shoots a load in the kid.  I watch another man just fuck and leave.  I kneel and taste the collected loads.  I stand up and slap my cock on the kid’s mounded jock pouch. 

“You want those loads fucked deeper into you…?”

The boy is breathless.  His Daddy answers.  “Do it.  Fuck those loads into him.”

I do.  Slowly and deliberately.

Rod watches. 

I pull out to make room for a man who looks like he is about to drop his load.  He slips in and cums fast.  This time Rod churns it.

We move away as another man is welcomed into the kid’s ass…

*

A switch has flipped in Rod.  Maybe it was watching that kid—but his assneeds my dick—and he says so.  The bench, next to the boy being loaded, is free.  Rod climbs on.  I spend a long time licking and tonguing his butt.  Getting reacquainted with a hole I used to know like few others.  I stand up and fuck.  He feels great.  Rod tells me so, until he gets a piss slick dick in his mouth.  I grin at the guy in a leather harness across from me as we fuck our respective holes.

“Switch?”  I ask.

He nods and we change.  Rod is getting just what he needs.  He loves the taste of his ass on my cock.

“Come fuck me,” Harness Guy commands.

He stays in place in Rod’s ass and I move around behind him.  His hole is wet to the touch.  I slide in easily.  “You do the work,” I tell him, standing still.  He fucks into Rod—and back on me.  All three of us groan.

The kid in the sling next to us takes another load and his Daddy proudly announces “Number eight!”

This guy feels great—but I want more.  I tell him to get on the bench with Rod.  He lays down on Rod, chest to back.  I have two holes to fuck—to go back and forth.  I fuck Rod.  He groans.  I have to stand on my toes to get into Harness Guy—but I can.  And do.  I give him half a dozen strokes.  Back to Rod.  He is panting now.  Once more into Harness Guy.  As I pull out, Harness guy rolls off Rod onto his feet.  I plow into Rod. 

And shoot.  Noisily.

Harness Guy jerks—and grates out, “Let me in…”

I move.  His cock just makes it into Rod before he shoots a massive load.

I go to my knees.  I clean his cock as he pulls out.  Harness Guy lets me—and then pushes my face into Rod’s cum dripping hole.  I tongue it.  I swallow our mixed jizz.

My cock is still hard I am so turned on.  I stand up and churn the loads…and shoot again.

*

It was reported that the young man in the sling with his daddy took 10 to 12 loads.  They lost count.

Late that night, as I got ready for bed, I found a phone number stuffed in my sock…

 

If you are a new reader here is a link to one of Rod & Brice’s New Years Eve sexparties. Others can be found by hitting the New Years Eve label in the cloud.