Palm Springs: A Welcoming Piss Party

 Palm Springs—September, 2021

(This picks up right where The Set Up left off.)

I watch the men arrive for a moment from my sliding glass door.  I add one more wrist cuff.  I already have the leather one on my left wrist signaling I am a top—I add a yellow and black cuff to my right.  Yeah, I love piss…I grab my Gatorade bottle and go outside.

I find Jay, my host, and tell him things look great.  He introduces me to a number of his friends—and I am tired enough I can’t keep any of their names straight.  But they are hot, inked and naked.  I wander a little.  The party is still mostly social.  A few men have camped out below the two rimseats.  I see a hot daddy pissing on the one of them.  I follow a path on the lower level that leads to a little shed.  Inside it, Jay and his partner have installed small lockers for the guests.  There is also an outdoor shower on the building and a working sink.

I move back to ledge.  It is the perfect height to act as a slurp ramp.  A hot inked daddy, three feet above smiles at me.  I move to him—his uncut, half hard cock is right at my face level.  His scrotum is pierced as well.  He is wonderfully hairy and very tan.

“You want this?” he asks, rather rhetorically, it seems to me.  I take him into my mouth.  He hardens slightly—and unloads quarts of piss down my throat.  I pull back so I can taste a little of it, too—it is sweet and watery.  When he runs dry, he hardens up and I use my tongue to push back his foreskin.  He sighs and tells me I’m a good boy.

He pulls out of my mouth and gestures for me to join him up there.   It’s a big step, but with my long legs and a helping hand I make it.  He pulls me into an embrace.  The barbells in his nipples rub against my chest.  We kiss—I wish I had saved some of his piss for him, but he’s fine with just the flavor of it on my tongue.  He kneels and gets me hard.  He sucks for a bit, then jumps down to where I had started.

“Feed me some piss, man.”

I have hydrated enough so that I should be able to—but I have not taken the heat of the night into the equation.  I quickly learn I have to drink almost three times the amount I do back east to make clear piss.  I apologize and we move on…

*

One of the men who I met in the round of introductions I see in the sling up on the porch.  I go and watch.  A Latino, around my age, is railing him with a short, thin cock.  I stand at the side and stroke.  The Latino slaps the sling guy’s butt and pulls out.  He goes off and I go to my knees.  I eat the hairy, just fucked ass.  He is incredibly juicy—though I don’t think there is a load.  I stand up.

“Having a good time?” the guy asks.  Then he sees me at full erection.  “Fuck me with that thing,” he commands.  I don’t hesitate to stick it into his wet, glistening hole.  The guy’s eyes roll up into his head.  He has a handsome face.  His body is in good shape except for a pronounced belly.  Random tats are on one pec, a shoulder and circling his navel.  His moans and groans fill the night air.  I look up and we’ve collected a small crowd.  Hands are all over him—working his nips and his own very large cock.  I feel a man rubbing my shoulder with one hand and brushing the other over my ass.  Someone has crawled under the sling and is licking my balls—well, attempting to—as I fuck. 

I fuck him for a long time.  Then I let him clean my dick, after I help him out of the sling.  It is a great first fuck—and one that lets the whole group know exactly what I do.  And Jim or John…or whatever Jay told me his name was…becomes my biggest cheerleader as he moves off amongst his friends…

*

I finally have piss.  I feed a willing man below at the slurp area.  He is slightly older, heavily tanned, and with the largest nipples I’ve seen.  He twists them relentlessly as he drinks me down.  I am pissing half hard.  I stiffen right up as my stream dwindles.  The man continues to suck me.  Expertly.

I jump down to his level.  I lick his nipples.  “Harder,” I’m told.  My teeth graze them.  “Harder.”  I chew—only then do I get a satisfied sigh.  Nipple guy pushes me down in a chair under a palm.  He goes between my legs and continues his expert blow job.  He takes me effortless down his throat, time after time, without choking.

“Please lick my balls…”

He stands up.  I think I’ve offended him.  But he begins to piss on my balls.  An occasional splash goes on my cock, but it is mostly aimed at my nuts.  The moment he stops he kneels and is on them, licking and smacking his lips.  He literally, with a little help from the heat index, licks them dry.  He comes up and kisses me—and then goes back to sucking my dick…

*

It’s late—or it feels it after my long day of travel.

I find Jay and ask if he wants to fuck—but he is in host mode.

I find the couple I know the least from of the ones from Chicago.  We talk about my travels as I leisurely slide up the big bear bottom’s butt.  All of us treat it as a way of saying hello.  They soon amble off in search of more beer.

I see a very hot bearded bear lying in the sling down on the pool level.  I go over and kneel.  His ass has been used.  A lot.  He is gaping and a tiny strand of cum is escaping his hole.  I lick it up and lap all around his swollen lips.

“That feels so nice…” he murmurs.

From high above me comes a rain of piss.  It hit the man’s dick and runs down his ass crack and into my mouth.  When that stream finishes, another starts.  Well, fuck, I realize it’s the bottom pissing himself.  I drink and poke some of his own into his open hole.

My cock is rampant.

I stand up.  I am truly soaked—but the desert air dries me as I push my throbbing cock into the guy.   His eyes go big as he feels the stretch—even after all the use he’s had.  I begin a noisy wet-bodies-hitting-each-other fuck. 

A young man, a rarity at tonight’s party, pisses on my cock as I fuck.  The moment he finishes, he goes under the sling.  This guy is limber enough to actually be able to lick my balls and the underside of my cock on the backstroke.  I revel in his tongue and the sloppy hole.

The first guy I fuck stands to the side.  He beats his cock on the bear’s chest.  There is another dousing of piss by him.

I am getting close.  I can’t imagine a better scene happening tonight.  I slow the fuck.  I feel the tongue under the sling licking all previous cum and piss off my dick—and that does it.  I explode in the Bear.  I stay inside him—deep.  The guy under the sling is worming his tongue around, catching stray drops of cum and piss.   I stay put.  The Bearded Bear is groaning.  The guy below is licking my balls now.

And I begin to piss.  Massively.  The amount I’ve drunk is finally pouring out of me.  I move just enough that some squirts out for the licker below.  He gurgles his appreciation. 

And I collapse on the chest of the Bear.  He holds he as my cock softens.  It slips out.  There is a gush out of Bear’s ass…all caught by the busy young man under me….