IML 2025 Piss Party: Wet Asses and Hungry Mouths (part one)

 Chicago—May, 2025

The next morning, I drove the rest of the way into the city.  I found free parking (amazing!) and settled down in the front seat for a quick nap.  I had slept decently after Blackout Night, but wanted all my energy focused for the four hours of the piss party.  When I roused myself, I changed into my oldest pair of combat boots that are reserved for serious watersports.  I went into the hosting bar.  A crowd was gathering.  I waited a few minutes as they finished setting up and was the first one into the back room where the event was held.

It was dim.  There was a sling in the back corner and an inflatable wading pool available for those who like to wallow in piss.  I stripped down and checked my bag with the Coat Check Otter.  I didn’t know the handsome man behind the bar.  Piss porn played on the big screen television.  The men just kept arriving, most stripping down to some sort of jock and footgear.  I had prepped with some Gatorade once I’d parked.  I now sipped water and watched the men stow their clothes and get a glass of beer or water.

In huge events like this it is impossible to include everything that happened to me.  And sometimes the order of things is a blur, even when I make notes the next morning.  But here we go…

 

I sip.  I greet my friends who live both here in Chicago and in Palm Springs.  We chat.  The bottom bear of the couple goes to his knees for a few moments of cock sucking, as easily as if we were shaking hands.  He inquires if I have any piss.  Even after priming the pump, I don’t quite yet.  He continues sucking for a moment, stands, and squirts a splash of piss on my hard cock.  They move off, to someone else they know.  I turn and move to the back of the room.

“Well, hello.”

I turn to my right.  There is Tall Guy with Tats, a regular here and a great playmate.  (And someone who is actually taller than me.)  We’ve had quite the text exchange leading up to today.  We chat, drinks in hand.  He goes to his knees and gives me excellent head.  He doesn’t care about drinking piss.  For him, it’s all about piss in his ass.  When he comes up for air, he asks if we can fuck.  We find an open spot on the built-in bench running along the side wall.  He bends over, elbows to the seat.  I go to my knees and begin eating his hole for the first of many times today.  His butt is fairly hairless, except right around his slightly puffy pucker.  I dig in, flattening the hair with my spit.  He groans.  I hear poppers open.  I eat him out for a long time.  I know he can be tight on the first fuck.  I keep licking until he is begging for my dick.  I stand up and give it to him.  Inch by inch.  Making him take the whole length.  I bottom out and wait.  He huffs again—and I begin to fuck.

Tall Guy with Tats moans.  This brings a voyeur to watch us.  He strokes his back.  I ask if he can piss on that back for us, but it’s too early in the afternoon for him, too.  I speed up the stroke.  He groans.  The voyeur strokes.  I pull out and instantly, TGWT swivels around to clean my cock, enjoying the taste of his hole on my dick.  He leaves plenty of spit on me, so I shove it into him again.  I fuck.  He cleans.  We both go off to refill out water bottles…

*

I get my cock sucked by random men.  With one, I am able to give a splash of piss as a thank you.  He swallows it hungrily.  I chug my water.  I can feel my bladder ready.  I refill the bottle and find Tall Guy with Tats.  “I have piss, I tell him.”  We go to the sling.  He hops in.  I kneel and eat his hole.  I stand and shower his pucker with piss.  I kneel and lick it up, sticking some inside him with my tongue.  A guy is near us.  I ask him to piss on us as I eat out TGWT’s ass.  But he has nothing yet.  I stand up and slide inside.  An easy entry now.  I fuck him hard.

Suddenly we are showered with piss.  All on TGWT’s chest.  An obliging pig stands to the side and sends the pale-yellow arc from nipples to jock pouch and back again.  It forms a hot rivulet and cascades over my dick as we fuck.  It feels terrific.  I know I must be fucking some of it inside him.  Which is just what we both want.  The guy’s steam runs dry.  I nod a ‘thank you’ to him and slow the fucking.  I go to my knees and lick up the piss clinging to the hair around his now gaping pucker.  I spit it into his hole, stand up and fuck it deep inside him…

*

The guy who wears his grey pinstriped suit to the party is here.  His cock is out and being sucked by a very cute young man who is bare chested, with a backwards ball cap.  His jeans are what you notice.  The legs have rips but still cover him; the back of the jeans has been ripped away, showing off his hairy ass.  He is a very vocal cock sucker.

I stand and stroke, having seen them after re-filling my water bottle.  I watch.  Suit Guy notices me.  “You want to try his mouth?”

I nod. 

He pulls out. “Here’s a bigger dick for you, boy.”

The young man stays on his knees as I move in front of him.  Suit Guy strokes his dick as Ripped Jeans leans in and flicks his tongue across my cock head.  He moans at the taste of my pre-cum.  He opens up and begins giving me a terrific blowjob.  He is everything you want.  The suction, the wetness, the tongue action.  The need for dick.  It’s palpable.  I encourage Suit Guy to offer him his cock again.  Ripped Jeans goes back and forth, swallowing one and then the other.  I grab the back of his head when he’s on me and force him down so he chokes.  He pulls off all smiles.  Suit Guy does the same.  Now it’s a friendly competition to see how long he can stay down on us.  Suit Guy wins with his thinner cock—as the sucker can still breathe around it.

“You want piss, boy?” 

I get an enthusiastic head nod.  I aim it at his open mouth.  The pale flow is a direct hit.  I move closer and closer as he swallows faster and faster to keep up with the stream.  Suit Guy starts to piss too—all over his face.  Ripped Jeans stops swallowing and just lets it cascade all over him, rubbing the piss into his moderately hairy chest.  His jeans end up soaked.  Just the way he wants them…

*

I find Tall Guy with Tats.  I give him a hard fuck bent over a table at the other end of the bar.  I pull out and piss his crack and his fucked-out hole.  I lick it all up the moment my stream peters out…

*

I want more of Ripped Jeans.  I find him playing with a couple.  The Daddy is my age, totally naked, bald and covered in hardcore tats.  His nipples are huge and his dick has a PA.  His boy is a youthful 40.  He is hairless, except for what’s on his head and his cock is caged.  At the moment, the Daddy is fucking Ripped Jeans mouth as the kneeling boy holds on to the sucker.  Daddy begins to piss in Ripped Jeans mouth.  The boy is right there, licking up the overflow that trickles down Ripped Jean’s chin and onto his chest.

“Get over here and give my boy your dick.”

I know when to take direction.  I match my oral attack of the hairless boy with what Daddy is doing to Ripped Jeans.  I fuck his face.  Hard.  I give him piss.  I am thrilled Ripped Jeans is there for the overflow, just like the boy had been for him.

“Do you fuck with that big cock?”

I nod.

“Get up here, boy.”  The sub stands, and bends, offering me his ass as he holds onto his Daddy.  I go to my knees and tongue the boy’s hole.  It has had a lot use this weekend.  I love the wrecked ass lips.  “Eat him out good,” I hear above me.  And I do.  I savor the puffy flesh in my mouth. 

I stand up.  I need to fuck.  I push my cock into him.

“Fuck, yes!” crows Daddy.  “Fill him up with dick.”  Ripped Jeans goes to his knees.  He is mouthing the boy’s cock cage.  He is rewarded with piss.  The piss that I am fucking out of the sub.  I fuck and fuck.  I pull out.  Daddy let’s go of his boy and dives for my cock.  He cleans me up.  He spits  the juices into his boy’s mouth.  Both swallow.  Ravenously.

I start to move away.   Daddy grabs me.  “You aren’t going anywhere…”

(To be continued…)