Which is one of the reasons I've been letting him contribute to my blog from time to time—he's that perfect combination of sweaty sex pig, articulate intellectual (sorry, FelchingPisser, but I've blown your cover), and all-around nasty hot guy. Today he's writing about one of his favorite Chicago watering holes . . . in more than one sense of the term.
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When I wrote about MAL, I really only lived up to half of my chosen moniker: I got to felch a lot, but I only delivered one load of piss. This story will equalize things a little…but first, a word about piss play…
Piss play, for me, is all about one more hot liquid coming out of a cock. But it’s piss, not urine. Most guys I know, want a clear, hot stream. This, at least with my body, means starting to ingest fluids a good two hours before play. Juice or a sports drink first. Then more water than you would ever think. (I only like beer once it’s recycled…) And I constantly recharge during play. I want to be able to piss every 15 minutes or so for long stretches and with minimal uric acid left in the tract.
It seems to me there are as many different ways guys are attracted to piss as there are guys. Some want to drink from the tap—that feel of a never ending cum shot gets me terrifically hard (watch Dawson’s penis as he drinks from Brad Maguire in Meat Rack.) Many guys want to be covered—the piss dripping from their hairy pecs or ass cracks. Some at the party want to be covered, clothes and all—that hot liquid making the underwear cling to their erection is a huge turn-on. (Once a guy wore the rental tux from his brother’s wedding!!) Some want to wallow--several pigs always stay in the inflatable pool where guys who aren’t playing at the moment just come over to relieve themselves. Some want it used for humiliation. Most just love a hot liquid pouring over their body. A few boys want piss up their ass—once again, like a huge cum shot, filling them and raising the temperature of the canal. And for that, they almost universally come to me. I can piss hard and keep right on fucking…
I am parking my car on the street behind the bar in Chicago. And I have to piss. I mean REALLY piss. Shit. I angle in, not feeling very close to the curb with all the snow around. There is no one on the street. I unzip my military flight suit which covers my attire for the party. I haul out my cock, reach for my travel mug and piss a long steady stream. Damn, it’s gonna overflow. I will myself to stop, chug most of the mugs contents and let fly with the rest. Damn, I can still taste the sweetness from the Gator-Aid. Some boys are gonna love this….
I walk down the side streets and into the bar. The outer bar is dim, with only a few men at the bar. I check my winter coat. I’m in combat boots and the flight suit. It bulges bigger than George W. Bush’s photo op…The guys look at me. One, headed to the same place I am, smirks, gets up and starts for the back bar. There is already a line—no one wants to miss a drop. At 5 o’clock we pay our $25 members fee (which covers all our drinks and the cleanup) and head into the back bar. It’s all ours for the next 4 hours. I strip down in one fast motion and stuff the suit into my gym bag. I am now in my yellow jock, a left leather wrist band (as if they didn’t know I was a top), and a braided black and yellow one for my right wrist…’cuz with most anything related to piss I’m versatile. My cock ring is beginning to show some rust…
I check my bag, refill my water container at the bar and I’m ready. I sit on a ledge behind a high wooden screen that separates us from the bar. A TV is playing a Dick Wadd video relentlessly. I drink deep and eye the men undressing. The first person I see, bent over, stripping off his jeans is this former model from somewhere south of the Rio Grande. He is hot now in his 40’s and must have been jaw droppingly gorgeous in his youth. He is there with his Master to get every drop of piss he can and to be used as a total pig. The Master and I have a standing agreement that I can do anything I want during the parties to Nick, his boi. Nick stows their gear, makes a beeline for me, giving me a hug. “Please, Sir, may I suck your cock?” I nod and he is on his knees. He inhales the jock—feeling and smelling the wetness from the remains of the car piss and makes a contented grunt. He mouths the jock until it is sopping. And only then removes my hardening cock from the confines of the material. With a swift gulp, I am lodged tight in his throat. It’s my turn to sigh. He’s one of the best…I tilt his face up slightly to look me in the eyes. My voice is low and intimate: “Do you want my piss, boy?” He can barely make a sound. But I know. I let fly with a huge piss load. He backs off a little so he can feel it run over his tongue. He does not miss a drop. I finally have to stop him suckling my cock after it’s dry. I pull him up and we kiss deeply. He whimpers again and looks over my shoulder at his Master who has watched it all, stroking his own thick cock. I send him on his way with instructions to find me any time he takes a cum load in his ass. We will meet countless times over the next few hours…
The crowd is now about 50 to 60 guys all drinking, lounging, talking, sucking cock, pissing on or in each other, and, behind the screen, having a little more intense sex. I greet a tall, thin guy about my age who likes to have guys hose him down. He kneels near me. A couple of other regulars move in. A hot bear starts to piss—aiming at the pecs of the guy on his knees. As one stream ends, the next begins—this from a young man dressed in a jock and waders. He directs his stream onto the now erect dick of the man on the floor. The pissee lets out the most passionate sounds as the second one hits. A third guy from behind us, hoses the guy’s back. I’m sure it is coating his ass crack. I am surprised that I can add anything to his scene after so much went down Nick, but my prepping pays off...I start hosing on his cock, direct it up to his pits and pecs, then down to his cock again. He thanks us and heads to the bar for more beer.
Lots of other guys dip and sample my cock; some just for a chance to suck my dick, others wanting some piss. A cute young one (average age here is close to 40--this one must be almost 30), dressed in briefs and sandals, kneels on the wet floor and begins to suck. His cock emerges from his waistband as he gives me some really excellent head. He comes up, we kiss. I hunker down to suck his dick through the wet fabric, get his cock out and easily deep throat it. He moans and with no warning gives me a mouthful of piss. I swallow, wait until he is done and rise. I kiss him again. He opens his mouth for my tongue and gets most of his own piss load. He squirms and gurgles as it goes down and almost cums...
I need to get off. Now. But the ginger haired boy is sitting down on some other cock.
I hunt for Nick. He’s parked under the bar, drinking piss from every man who orders a fresh beer. I pull him up.
“I need you.”
I bend him over. He holds on to the bar. No taking him back into any kind of privacy. “I’m gonna fuck you, boy.”
“Is your Daddy watching? He likes to see me use you.”
I kneel to rim his hole. So wonderfully used by this point in the evening. He moans. I jack my cock and foolishly add a little more lube. As if….
I stand. “Why are you here?”
“To get fucked, Sir.”
“To take your piss, Sir.”
“To take your piss, Sir.” He’s louder now. A crowd has ringed us on three sides. The bartender has stopped fussing and is actually stroking.
“Here boy.” I let fly with about half a bladder of piss on his exposed hole. He moans. I push my face into him and lick him clean.
“Please, Sir. Fuck me. Fuck me! Fuck me, now!!”
I rear up. My cock looks huge, even to me. It slaps his ass. I enter. I enter in one long stroke. I fuck him, in hard driving thrusts. It’s all about me at this moment. Nick knows it. And loves it. I catch sight of his Master watching me use his boi. Nick continues saying “fuck” as each stroke hits home. Everyone at our end of the room has stopped and turned to us.
“What do you want from me, boy?”
“Your cum, Sir.”
“Not yet.” I slow my driving. “Take it, boy. Take my piss.” I unload what feels like a never ending load in his ass. You can see on Nick’s face how much he loves it as it pours into his gut. The temperature of his chute hits the roof. I start to fuck slowly, building to a steady drive. I slap his ass. I’m back to the driving tempo of before.
“Give it to him!” someone shouts.
“Seed my Boi!!”
That sends me over the edge. I shudder, cling to him and shoot ropes of semen into all the piss I left up his clenching hole. I slowly withdraw. Some guy cleans my cock, but I have no idea who. I pull Nick up. Hug him. Kiss him. Hold him. And gently push him into the arms of his Master.