IML: Piss Party One -- Getting Wet

 Chicago—May, 2024

I had a lazy Saturday morning at Seth’s.  I showered, made tea and wrote a few notes for the last post.  I checked in with Keshawn about time and place for our Sunday meet. I napped a little, stroking Seth’s cat, curled up next to me…

I also got a text that pissed me off.  My July work gig wrote saying that an assistant had not mentioned to me a mandatory meeting that happened long before I started—and it was this Sunday.   At noon.  I would have to go home right after the piss party.  I packed the sling and rimseat, not in a very good mood. 

I thanked Seth profusely and left for the bar where the party was held.  It was starting earlier for IML, so that the host could get more people through the door.   As most men can’t play for four and half hours, he could let new men in as the sodden, cum-spent men left (and never go over the limit of 80-somenthing in the back bar.)

I was the third man in.  I stripped and stowed my clothes in my gym bag and left it with the cute coat check otter…

 

I fill my water bottle from one of the big thermal tanks set out on either end of the bar.  Men are wasting no time in getting here, stripping down and tanking up.  Already, in the dark corner by the emergency exit, I see a younger man kneeling and drinking piss from a big bear of a guy.  The feeder makes sure that while most of his stream goes in the guy’s mouth, a lot is allowed to run down his chest and soak the pig’s jock. 

I am closer to the main door, where there is the coat check and the inflatable wading pool.  The moment I notice it is empty, I see two men step into it and kneel.  Mouths open and eyes pleading.  I walk to the other end of the room to make sure the sling is up.  It is. 

I gulp some water.  I see the slightly older bear couple I knew from these parties and saw again on my trip to Palm Springs.  (I went to a barbeque at their incredibly beautiful house—where piss was the dessert wine of choice…)  I go over to talk to them.  And grope.  We hug and chat and soon the bottom of the pair is on his knees, coaxing my cock out of its pouch.

“I just want to say hello…” he murmurs and takes me into his mouth.   I love getting hard in an experienced man’s mouth.  I harden up with just a few flicks of his tongue.  He stays still and just lets my cock fully harden deep in his throat.  Only then does he really lick and suck it.  I chat with the top in the relationship and am introduced to a friend of theirs, all while my cock is being made thoroughly wet. 

They wander off.  I get some head from a guy in his 40’s.  He asks for piss.  I think I might be ready and warn him it might be strong.  That does not put him off—it excites him.  It’s not a lot—but he is eager and pleased with what he swallows.

I keep chugging water.  And getting my dick sucked.  

Finally, I feel like I have some piss.  I see the bear couple at the sling.  The top is fucking a friend of his who has a long white beard.  It covers a good portion of his chest.  They welcome me.  The one who got me hard pulls me next to him—so we are both standing next to each other on the side of the sling.  The top fucks him hard.

“Got piss?” White Beard grunts out.

The bear next to me does.  He covers the man’s chest and beard.  I stroke my cock.

“You should fuck him,” says the top.  “You want this big dick up you?”

White Beard moans—and gets a mouthful of piss for his trouble.  The top pulls out.  I taste White Beard’s hole for a moment, savoring the piss that has sluiced down his ass crack.  I stand up and fuck.  It’s now the top’s turn to piss White Beard.  He aims his jet at the man’s face while I fuck, our bodies making a sloppy, wet sound as we rut.

As the top’s piss eases up, I fuck harder and then pull out.  The bottom is right there to clean my cock.  He does it, savoring the man’s ass jizz.  “Now fuck me…”

He bends over, holding onto the sling frame.  I push into his ass.

“Fuck him good,” barks the top.  He moves around so he can really see my dick plowing into his lover.  I fuck.  Hard.  The top points his cock at us and unleashes.  I can’t believe how much piss gushes out of him—as he’s just unloaded on White Beard.  I love hot liquid pouring off the bear’s back and onto my dick, before dripping onto my balls and boots…

*

I notice a bearded Latino.  He is fucking a lot of guys.  Always bending them over and pulling out to piss on their backs.  He is working the corner near the sling and I have been getting my cock sucked by others while I watch.  He fucks a fourth guy.  He is now positioned so he can watch my dick as he fucks.  He pulls out.  Pisses.  The guy moves away—very happy.

“That’s a big dick.”

I grin and nod.  To my utter surprise he waits until my current guy is finished sucking—and takes his place.  I love the feel of his beard on my wet balls.  After a few moments of head, he pulls off, stands up and pisses all over my cock and balls.  He goes right back to his knees, kneeling in the puddle of his piss, to lick me clean…

*

My favorite piss bud, Tall Guy with Tats is here.  We have chatted.  He’s sucked my cock in front of others.  I have eaten his hot ass as he’s had others in his mouth.  We’ve even fucked a little with him bent over. Now it’s time to fuck him right.  We head to the sling.  It’s canvas—and soaking wet.  There is a lake of piss under it.  He hops in, leaving his flip flops on the floor so his feet don’t drip on me from the stirrups.  I hunker down, my face finding his wet ass crack.  He is a natural self-luber, and my brief fuck has gotten him going.  I lick and prod and spit it back into him.

From a bystander:  “Fuck him with that big cock!”

I keep rimming.  Finally, I stand and sink my dick into him.  His eyes go big.  It feels so much better here in the sling.  I begin a slow fuck.  Two men, one on either side of us, are stroking to our sex. 

“If you have piss, cover him,” I say.

“Aim at his dick so he fucks it into me,” says Tall Guy with Tats.

I fuck.  One guy watches a moment and then pisses on TGWT’s chest.  My hand sloshes it around, and down towards his crotch.  But I stop the moment the other guy starts pissing.  He is aimed right at TGWT’s balls.  My cock is being covered with hot piss as I fuck him.  I can feel (and hear!) it being fucked into his gut. 

The guy aiming at his chest is done.  The other pisser is finally petering out.  I pull out and send my own jet of clear piss all over TGWT’s chest and chin.  When I’m done, I hunker down.  I eat his piss covered hole.  TGWT moans.  Out of nowhere, a steady stream of piss hits his balls and my nose.  I slurp some up and push it into him.  I keep rimming and drinking from some guy’s stream.  I stand up.  It’s a hot young man—and his stream is endless.  I am back inside TGWT and the pisser is still covering my cock as I fuck it into TGWT’s puffy hole.

He runs dry and, with a shake of his dick, he moves off.  I look down at Tall Guy with Tats.  His eyes are rolled back in total bliss.  I bend down, still inside his ass, and lick up some of the piss eddying in the hollow between his pecs…

(More to cum…)