Palm Springs: The Set Up

 The night after Evan left, I went to the bookstore.  After all the anal play, I really wanted to suck cock.  I must have been successful for my notes say “A ton of loads” and nothing else.  

The next day was spent packing for my trip to Palm Springs.  The plan was to finally attend “The World’s Largest Piss Party”—Wet N Hot.  It is usually held in July.  With Covid they pushed it to September, sure that the country would be past the worst of it.  It was cancelled maybe a week before I left.  But I decided to still go.  I was staying with a couple I knew from Chicago before they moved.  From the Chicago piss party, to be exact.  Two other couples from the Windy City had also gone west.  I wanted to see them all.  And play in smaller groups, seemed to make sense.

Wednesday, I drove to a hotel at Midway Airport where I left my car.  A shuttle at 4:00am took me to the airport.  I really needed the full two hours to get through security and make the plane.  It was a long flight, but I slept and, eventually, I cracked open a novel. 

The flight arrived early and with fewer flights operating, I had a five hour layover in Las Vegas.  I ate.  I napped.  I read.  I hid behind my mask.

We filled the plane to Palm Springs quickly.  Everyone had had some sort of layover until this late in the day flight collected enough passengers.  We watched the little tractor-like vehicle push the plane away from the gate.  But we sat on the runway.  An announcement was made to remember to wear our masks.  And it was announced once more.

But three drunk revelers in the back of the plane wouldn’t.  We had to return to the gate—once they found a ground crew to tow us.  Then we waited for the idiots to leave.  And we waited for a new ground crew to push us back to the runway.  We got into place eventually.  But we sat there.  A thunderstorm had come in over the mountains—they were trying to figure out how to fly around it.

All in all we lost over an hour.  But we did make it into Palm Springs.  The airport there is two different buildings—one where the gates are and another for ticketing and luggage pickup.  Between them is an open air sidewalk.  I stepped out into a wall of heat.  It was 109 degrees.  Dry, of course.  It’s the desert. But still hot.

My hosts knew of the delay.  And they met me at the luggage carousel just as my bag arrived.  It was a short drive to their gorgeous ranch style house.  I had a bedroom at the other end of the house from their bedroom and offices—so I had totally privacy if I wanted to entertain.

This is the view from my sliding door to the backyard.

I knew there was a group of piss guys, friends of the host, coming that night.  I collapsed in the bed and napped after 14.5 hours in planes and airports.  I slept.  Deeply.

When I woke up, I ate a little, showered and looked out back.  There was now a sling set up on the pool level along with a blow-up wading pool.  A fuck bench was farther along on the back wall behind the pool.  Two rim seats were up a few steps, on the house level.  Another sling, along with a padded fuck table was quite near the house.  Tables were set up on the porch with some snack food and a lot of drink.   I knew my host threw his own piss parties…and had an extensive guest list.  And, seemingly, an extensive set up.

I slipped into my yellow jock and the boots reserved for getting wet.

The sun had gone down.  It was still in the 90’s as the first few guests begin to trickle in…

Tomorrow:  The first piss party.