Pig in Palm Springs - Part 15 - Gay Encounters, Urination
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This is part 15 of many of this story.
This series is based on true events (a culmination of multiple trips) and fictional fantasies. It will depict many different fetish themes over the subsequent chapters. If you are not interested in m/m kinky gay sex, this is not for you. If you are, get ready!
I put on my party playlist and flutter through the house naked, making sure it looks as impressive as it did when I arrived yesterday.
When I peak my head into the bedroom turned sex club I'm hit with the smells of sex and piss from my raunchy romp just a few minutes ago. Since my guests are apparently into it I decided to skip any cleanup there.
I step outside feeling the heat on my skin, still intense in the early evening. I drag the lounge chair which has been the sponge for many gallons of piss already, forward. `This way everyone has enough space to stand around me' I reason to myself.
I walk into my bedroom and debate on what to wear. I'm enjoying being naked but leaving my cock exposed like this is too distracting, Plus I don't want to greet my guests completely naked just yet. I decide on my yellow jockstrap and a pair of incredibly short, distressed, black denim cutoffs. They ride low and come up high, exposing the waistband of the jock and all of my thick, hairy thighs, making my ass look great. I take advantage of my finally softened cock and slip the metal ring on before pulling on my tiny outfit.
I head to the kitchen and as I am plating some snacks and filling up the ice bucket I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.
Trucker Daddy: Hey boy, Daddy's gonna be driving through PS tomorrow morning and has a big load for you.
My cock jumps as I read the text, thinking back to the roadside fun we had the night before.
Me: What time, sir?
Trucker Daddy: Should arrive around 8 and will have a good two hours to play.
Me: Perfect, I'll be ready and waiting.
I send him the address and gate code and let him know to enter through the side gate.
With a pep in my step, I bring all the plates and bowls out to the patio and arrange them on the table then set up the outdoor bar for the husbands and their friends arriving soon.
I feel kind of nervous about the impending pregame. I'm excited and have always fantasized about having a group of guys stand around me while they hose me down and cover me in load after load of hot jizz, but the fact that it's actually happening soon has me a bit anxious about logistics. I mean, it's been a long day of raunchy hookups already, including a smaller version of what's about to play out with the construction crew, and I don't know if I'm up for blowing every guy who is about to arrive in order to get coated in their loads.
I take a deep breath, pour myself a double tequila, and squeeze in some lemon juice as I eagerly wait for the party to begin. I calm myself down by reminding myself that this can just be a party, I don't have to do anything I'm not up for while I sip my strong, cold drink.
A few minutes later while I'm dancing around to a Britney remix, working up some fresh perspiration which is making the smells of piss, cum, and sweat radiate from my body, I hear the side gate open.
"The party has arrived!" Brad shouts excitedly as he and Chad walk into the backyard, leading a small parade of hunks behind them.
I smile widely greeting the sexy couple dressed in matching cutoffs and mesh tanks, and take in the crew they brought with them.
I am delightfully surprised by the diversity of the group. Brad and Chad, as nice as they were to me, kind of gave the impression they might be those toxic kinds of white gays who only hang with others who look just like them. I should know better than to judge too quickly but I know the type a little too well.
Chad walks up to me with his swollen arms opened wide, pulls me into a tight hug, and gives me a lingering peck on the lips then a few sniffs before releasing me.
"Chad, he listened!" the blond man says and lifts my arm for his husband to take a whiff of my damp pit.
"Yeah, he did! Woof" Chad says with a giant smile as he lifts his face and also gives me a peck on the lips.
I can't help but blush as my new friends exploit me in front of their group.
Chad flexes his swollen biceps to hold up the two heavy tote bags in his hands and raises his eyebrows. I nod toward the table and he sets them down before emptying the contents.
"Christian, let me introduce you to our pack," Brad says, wrapping his arm around my waist, drawing my attention away from the variety of alcohol and mixers being unpacked next to the glasses and many bottles of water I put out.
Like the queen receiving her loyal subjects, Brad introduces me to the six men one by one as they greet me with a hug.
First is Gunner, the seemingly oldest of the friends. He is beefy and hairy, the definition of a muscle daddy bear, with a dark tan, thick short black hair, and a matching full beard. His solid, swollen chest pulls against his white wifebeater that is stretched so taught that you could see his big dark nipples and the dense fur covering his round, firm belly. His features are prominent just like his bulge. He has a giant, beefy ass, and tree trunk legs, and his arms were so big they hung a few inches from his body even when he relaxed. His thick accent reminds me of Agador Spartacus from The Birdcage and is a complete contrast to his burly stature.
Ty is a strikingly handsome thirty-something. He towered over everyone by a few inches with his lean, toned body. His light blue tank top and matching shorts were the kind most people wear for running and showed off his defined long limbs. His skin is the color of mocha, smooth and soft without a trace of hair except for under his arms. It is the navy slides on his giant feet that are the only indication that he wasn't going to take off in a sprint at any moment. What catches my attention the most are his intense light hazel eyes. It felt like he was looking into my soul. His head is topped with dark brown dreads that were naturally sunkissed at the ends and framed his defined, clean-shaven jaw. I noticed the under part was shaved when he piled his locks on top of his head after leaning down to give my much shorter frame a hug. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
That was until Piston stepped in front of me. He looks to be in his late twenties and had a total hipster vibe. He is of Asian descent and has deep brown eyes and soft yet angular features and the cutest set of dimples. He has a scraggly beard and long, thick, dark hair swept up in a messy bun on top of his head with controlled whisps swirling around his hairline. He is only wearing a pair of faded, tattered, loose-fitting cut-offs and sneakers with his shirt tucked into the back pocket. He has a huge, incredibly defined, broad chest and big round shoulders. His torso tapers into a V at his tight waist. There are only a few dark hairs around his tan nipples but not a single one on his chiseled eight-pack I couldn't wait to double count with my tongue.
Sparkle is the most eccentric one. He introduces himself with they them pronouns as I eye him up and down. His electric blue hair is short and tousled and is a distinct contrast from his thick dark mustache and bright red glossy lips. His chunky sunglasses hide his big friendly eyes highlighted in gold glitter. He is an inch or two taller than me and has a sturdy, stocky frame. His soft belly has a trail of dark hair leading up to his big chest hidden by a pink crop top and down behind a pair of white bulging mesh shorts. He has intricate, colorful tattoos that look as though they had been carefully curated over time. I compliment his intricately painted nails and he offers to do mine sometime. He seems to be younger than me and definitely the most outgoing.
Sparkle stood close by when Tiger introduced himself. They seemed to be the same age but that was about the only similarity. Tiger is short, scrawny, furry as fuck, pale, and slightly unkempt. His thick, dark body hair is long and covers almost all of his body. His beard is short and wirey covering a sharp jawline. His septum and left eyebrow are pierced as well as each of his pale pink nipples peaking through his black fishnet tanktop and a countless number of silver studs and chains adorn his ears. A black hat hides his shaved head and I would learn it's incredibly rare that he ever takes it off. I can't wait to see him naked in his full hairy glory.
I recognize the last of my guests instantly. Bo Sinn, the fucking giant-cocked, aggressive, dominant porn star is standing in front of me. He gives me a big, friendly smile as he pulls me into a tight bear hug. I can't believe the tall, jacked, grungy stud is standing in front of me in a ripped, sleeveless t-shirt and loose mesh shorts. He is currently sporting a bleached-out mullet that not many people can pull off. I have always thought he was hot when I'd watch him destroy someone with his white-trash vibes complete with face tattoos.
Each one is sexy in their own way and I would be happy to get naked and play with any or all of them. My cock is at full mast and my mind swirling with possibilities since meeting the six of them.
"Welcome! Make yourselves at home!" I say to the small crowd of strangers who smile warmly back at me while pouring drinks and picking at the food I laid out.
As friendly as everyone is, I start to feel awkward. Standing there like an outsider among the group who are all very obviously well acquainted is unnerving. I keep getting the sense that they're all side-eyeing me with judgment and I feel self-conscious about what Brad and Chad might have told them about my piggy desires. I hover to the side and anxiously gulp my drink.
I'm pouring myself another double when Brad comes up to me.
"Christian, show me where the ice is?" he asks a little too loudly before dragging me into the kitchen.
"What's up?" he asks as we are stepping into the kitchen, just out of earshot.
"Nothing!" I protest, not exactly sure how to explain that I feel so awkward.
"Liar! You're acting all weird..."
"He's fine," Chad says cutting his husband off as he shuts the sliding glass door, "It takes a minute to warm up to the pack, they can be a little intimidating, you know that!"
"Pack?" I ask, sensing it's more than just referring to a group of friends.
"Yeah, we're a pack of pups, a pup pack," Brad states matter-of-factly.
"We're part of a small pack of like-minded guys, sorry people, and part of the pup community," Chad continues to fill me in further.
He goes on to explain further about something I had heard of but knew nothing about while I sip my drink, fascinated.
"So, yeah, that's it in a nutshell," Brad says to wrap up Chad's lesson.
"Oh!" I say finally making sense of it all and visibly relaxing in front of them.
"Yup, we're the Phi Pack. Brad is Lucky and I'm Spunky. To be honest, though, we don't really go by our pup names like the others do, they're more of a formality. Come to think of it, I don't think I know everyone's birth names either."
"So you good? All the pups have been tanking up and edging in excitement to prepare for tonight," Brad interjects, eager to get back outside.
"I guess so!" I reply with renewed excitement as I toss back my tequila.
As we walk back outside I see all my guests have a sheen of sweat in the unwavering summer heat and have stripped from at least the waist down, standing around in various jockstraps or thongs, except for Bo who was completely naked except for his many tattoos. They are all squirming and looking around impatiently and I realize their side eying was from their desperate need for release and not judgment as I had earlier thought.
"Looks like they're ready," Brad whispers in my ear as his hands reach around my waist to unbutton my fly.
I shudder as I feel his nose trail down my spine to my crack as he slides the mini shorts down my legs.
"That's perfect," Chad says, now only in a pink thong, looking down at my bulging yellow jockstrap.
All the other pups are looking at me as I step out of my shorts and walk toward the lounge chair a few feet away.
It feels almost ceremonial as I take my position and they all circle around me.
I lay back and reach my arms behind me to expose my armpits and rest my head on my hands. I'm nervous, excited, and turned on as fuck as my guests all pull out their dicks at various stages of firmness. My heart is beating so rapidly that I can feel it thumping in my ears as I wait for the rainstorm of piss that is about to soak me. I don't know who is first because as soon as I feel one warm jet splattering on my thigh I feel another wet spurt on my chest.
"Fuck!" I moan as a third and then a fourth source of piss starts soaking me.
I have no idea how long I lie there as eight streams of piss hose me down from head to toe, thoroughly soaking every inch. My cock is out the side of my saturated jockstrap and I rapidly stroke my painfully hard cock as I writhe in the hot fountain and slurp up what I can. The only issue is that one or two of them are spraying my face, forcing me to clench my eyes which prevents me from watching.
All of them are moaning and whispering filthy things of encouragement as I feel the intensity of the multiple streams wane, slowly coming to an end until only one is left, aimed directly at my rapidly pumping fist.
I open my eyes and am greeted by eight hard, dripping, wet cocks of all shapes sizes, and skin tones being fondled.
Tiger and Sparkle are making out while they stroke each other's, surprisingly similar dicks. Both of them are a good seven inches but where Tiger's is sticking straight out from a thick, dark bush, Sparkle's curves up from neatly trimmed pubes. Bo is pinching a nipple and pumping his pale, hooded, ten-inch monster. Chad is sniffing Brad's pit and strokes them both in unison. Ty is fingering Gunner as his fists glide up and down both Piston's rigid seven-inches and Ty's thick eight while the who is swiftly fisting jerking Gunner's fat uncut six-inch shaft.
I sit up as they all gather closer and then like a symphony of waves, I feel the first blast of hot, sticky seed hit my chin, then another on my cheek. There is a chorus of moans, barking, and cursing as I feel my face and chest get coated in thick spunk from a group of practical strangers. My tongue hangs out of my open mouth to catch what I can as the ropes of jizz keep coming.
The metal cockring I wore does nothing to subdue the impending explosion building in my balls. The tastes, smells, sounds, and feelings send me over the edge. I'm almost screaming out as I feel my cock spasm in my hands, releasing my own creamy spunk to mix with theirs. My whole body flexes and releases multiple times in response to a very powerful orgasm before finally giving out and I collapse back on the lounge chair. I lick my slimy lips and swallow the mixture of cum in my mouth before taking a deep, satisfied sigh.
I'm about to wipe my eyes that are caked in sperm so I can open them finally when I feel a tongue on each eyelid. Then one on my left nipple and one on my neck. Soon there are eight mouths and eight tongues on eight different parts of my piss-drenched, cum-coated body, slurping, sucking, and licking me clean. The pleasure is overwhelming and keeps my cock fully engorged.
One by one each mouth retreats and I finally open my sticky eyes to see eight new friends smiling at me. Chad sits next to me and wraps his strong arm around me as I sit up.
"Fuck that was hot!" I admit smiling up at them.
"Initiation complete!" Brad says enthusiastically, setting everyone off in a round of woofs and howls.
I can only laugh and join in, feeling somehow more connected to the group. Or should I say pack?
The tension I was feeling earlier is gone and there's a light, carefree atmosphere. Ty, Sparkle, and Tiger kick off their jocks and thongs, run toward the pool and jump in making a big splash. Bo, Gunner, and Piston head over to the bar. Brad joins Chad and me on the soaking lounge chair as I collect myself.
"I knew you would enjoy!" Brad says before pulling our three heads together for a sloppy, wet kiss.
(NOTE: I have never met let alone been naked with the adult film star Bo Sinn. All reference to him in this story is purely fiction. If you like grungy, tatted, dominant white guys, definitely look him up.)
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