Pig in Palm Springs - Part 17 - Gay Encounters, Urination
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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!
Nine tipsy, scantily clad, damp adults traipsed down the street, laughing, groping, singing, kissing, wetting, and dancing along the way making the occasional pitstop.
It must have been quite the sight for anyone we passed. Everyone had gotten dressed before we left but there was still practically as much skin showing as there was when we were all in our underwear. There was a stop or two on the twenty-minute walk for someone to gulp down some piss, fill a cup or soak a fellow pup. As we walked, Piston even let his bladder go, soaking his tattered shorts and even untied his long hair for Brad to drench before swirling it back on top of his head.
"How do you think he got his name?" Chad asked me as we observed the wetting in front of us.
"Huh? OH!!! Pissed on," I laughed at the realization.
"Yup, that and he loves to jackrabbit when he fucks!" Bo added and made a gesture of rapidly thrusting, or pistoning, his hips.
On the way I rotated through the pack, taking turns with each of my new friends to get to know them as more than the group of strangers who hosed me down in the backyard. I always find it funny knowing what someone's fluids taste like when I ask them to tell me more about their personality.
I found out that Tiger and Sparkle began the pack after an unexpected threeway with Bo turned into brunch the next morning. It started as a joke but the more they discussed it, the more it became a reality.
They chose the name Phi for the pack because it means naturally occurring, just like two of their (well, all of our) favorite things; pheromones and piss. It also worked because those two things also started with a P. The name was confirmed when Tiger absentmindedly pointed out that the symbol for Phi in the Greek alphabet kind of looked like a pig snout.
Sparkle is the pack's Alpha, which is a contradiction to their feminine, kind, colorful demeanor but goes well with their natural ability to lead and type a personality. It was inspiring to see someone so sure of themselves, truly letting their "freak flag" fly and living unapologetically as themselves against most societal norms. I could easily see why Tiger was so smitten with his partner. Also, apparently, no one has ever fucked Tiger the way Sparkle does.
The couple had been together for four years when they started the pack two years ago. Although they are open, they always and only play together, which coincided nicely with being a pup. They had an adorable dynamic. Sparkle's boisterous, carefree personality complimented Tiger's shy, quiet, somewhat reserved one.
Chad and Brad joined next. Brad and Sparkle (who went by Mike back when they met) had been roommates freshman year of college and best friends ever since. Although they never fooled around until after graduation, they quickly learned they had very similar sexual interests. It was a no-brainer for the married couple to accept as soon as they were invited.
Ty joined shortly after when Sparkle met him at a musk-themed party and asked him point blank after they took a deep inhale of his armpit. Piston was dating Ty at the time and was invited in just after the two realized they were better off as friends with benefits since neither of them was willing to bottom regularly but enjoyed each other's company and had the same kinks.
Gunner was the most recent inductee almost a year ago after meeting Ty and Bo at a bar one night who took them back to Ty's where they tag-teamed him all night. Having a great night of sweaty sex with lots of conversation filled with laughter in between rounds made him a great fit.
The Phi Pack, I came to realize, is really just a close group of kinky individuals that share a deep friendship, in and out of the bedroom. I was beginning to realize how much I actually did fit in with them and wanted to be a part of their pack and hoped they thought so too.
I'm laughing about something trivial with Piston and sharing a cigarette when suddenly my conservative, people-pleasing, shame-influenced way of thinking starts bubbling up when I see the line outside of our destination. The idea of entering a crowded place while reeking of piss and cum and ripe armpits seems inappropriate, even if everyone else is a total stranger. I should have at least taken a quick dip in the pool or a rinse in the shower. A ripe jock under my clothes is one thing, but my sweaty body with a collection of fluids from myself and others is a lot!
I trail behind the group with my head down as Sparkle leads us past the line and gives the big, burly bouncer a hug, and ushers us all inside.
We enter a small room in front of a clothes check booth when I realize it's an underwear party. At least now I understand why Brad insisted I carry the waist pack. My nerves heighten when I think about stripping down to my still-damp jockstrap among the club full of strangers. I keep my concerns to myself as my new friends all strip down to their skimpy underwear and I start to follow their lead, kicking off my boots to slide my tiny shorts off.
I had just taken off my tiny shirt and adjusted my harness that was pulling on a few chest hairs and am squatting down to retie my boots. As I stand up I'm surrounded by eight recognizable bodies with their faces hidden by black pup hoods accented in various colors on the ears and snouts.
"Ruff!" one of them barks as I look at all of them, feeling even more self-conscious now. I'm the only one without a mask and honestly, a little left out.
I'm about to say something when Sparkle hands me a matching hood with yellow ears and snout with the word "PHI" embroidered on the back.
"For me? Really?" I ask, taken back that they thought to include me this much already
"Of course, that was your induction at the house," one of them said.
"And it was the hottest fucking one yet!" another one added as they all barked in agreement.
I don't know if it's the tequila, lack of sleep, the longing for connection with like-minded, kinky pigs, the isolation of being on vacation alone, or that it was such a meaningful, inclusive gesture from this pack of strangers but I feel like I was about to tear up. The small gift completely wipes any remaining nerves about being in public in my raunchy state, proving to me I'm not alone. The anonymity the hood would provide doesn't hurt either.
With my confidence renewed, I pull the hood on and look up as all of them start woofing and gather around to nuzzle me.
"Let's dance!"
I follow the men down a dark hallway, hearing the sound of muffled, thick bass getting louder as we approach a door.
The club is packed. The dance floor is filled with so many shirtless torsos and grinding crotches that spill out around the bar areas. There are ripped go-go boys on risers, strobe lights reflect from various disco balls and I can feel the heavy beats vibrating through my chest. The whole place smells like musk and my dick stirs as I take in my surroundings with a big smile under my hood.
We force our way through the crowd of slick bodies and start dancing in a close circle. It isn't long before hands are grabbing and groping and crotches and asses are grinding.
This is only my second time at an underwear party but my first time with my ass out. Even though we haven't been there ten minutes I'm already having a better time.
I feel free, grateful, and full of giddy joy as I sway my arms over my head adding my ripeness to the air as I roll and grind my hips.
Suddenly I feel hands pulling at my pouch and my hardening cock falls out before being swallowed. Shocked, I look down and try to move my hips back until I recognize the hairy back of the hooded man sucking me as Tiger. I allow the oral service to continue and look past him to see Sparkle fucking him from behind. Even through his mask, I can see his twinkling eyes smiling at me.
I feel a firm chest press against my back and an even firmer cock cased in soft fabric grinding into my crotch. A strong hand wraps around my chest and another one holds a beer bottle in front of me.
I feel like I'm in one of those videos I see on Twitter of all the gays at circuit parties and laugh to myself in disbelief that I'm one of them.
My balls are churning as the crowd around us presses in closer, forcing Tiger to stand upright and lean back into his partner as they continue to fuck. I'm kind of grateful because I'm not ready to again cum just yet. I turn to the sweaty body behind me and to my relief see it is Bo who had given me the beer that is now empty. Our bulges and slick bodies grind together as his strong hands grab my ass.
"Come with me!" someone shouts in my ear and I feel a hand pulling my shoulder.
The mystery pup leads me through the crowd to the bar and when we approach I see Piston and Brad standing there with their hoods off. I peel my neoprene mask off and take a sigh of relief and see Chad do the same. So that's who brought me over.
"Cheers!" we all yell in unison before tossing back a shot.
"Casamigos, right?" Brad asks as I swallow.
"YUP!" I shout back, touched that he paid attention.
I'm handed another beer and we head back through the crowd with our hoods back on.
I'm truly touched by all the effort and gestures these guys are putting in after only knowing them for a few hours. It's like a celebration post-initiation and I feel full of joy. Usually, when I'm out with my friends I'm always distracted and looking for someone to hook up with trying to find a connection in a hopeless place, but tonight I couldn't be happier than to be surrounded by those I came with.
After more dancing and grinding and kissing and groping, I sneak away. All the beer had caught up to me and even though I knew I could find a thirsty pup's mouth to drink from my tap, I needed a breather. I sneak away from the crowd and enter the surprisingly quiet bathroom. As I stand in front of a urinal and pull my cock out a strong, forceful hand grabs my neck and pulls me back into a stall.
"Lock the door," Bo says as he sits on the toilet in front of me and pulls off his mask.
I reach behind me and latch the door and pull off my mask.
"Well, don't waste it," he says expectantly as his eyes dart back and forth from mine to my cock that is hanging out.
"Aim for the tattoos, all of them," Bo adds and leans back while spreading his legs and arms.
I take a deep breath and concentrate, feeling suddenly shy in front of the porn star groping himself through the thin fabric of his jockstrap.
"Oh yeah," he growls as my stream starts to pick up force and arcs across the distance between us.
I watch in awe as my piss splatters him, first on his thighs then his crotch, and up his chest. He leans forward and laps at the stream before rolling his head to make sure I soak his bleached-out mullet and tatted face.
"Fuck yeah!" he growls again and pulls out his rock-hard monster and starts pumping away as I wet it.
"Lift your legs," I hear myself say in a commanding tone that I can't believe came from me.
Bo smiles wickedly, leans back, and holds his thighs up which spreads his exposing his shaved crack and tight pink hole.
"Oh yeah, piss on my cunt!" he growls.
My cock is at full mast by the time my stream ends and I watch him rub my piss all over his body. I stand there lightly stroking with my eyes glued to the dripping body and puckering hole in front of me.
"Don't just stand there! Fuck me, Daddy!"
I don't know if I should be surprised or not based on how the day has gone or that this famously dom top porn star wants me of all people to fuck him but before I can think about it I feel my head slipping into his wet hole;
"Oh yeah stud, breed my pissy pussy."
I follow his orders and start to rapidly slam in and out of him as rough as I can while he grunts and groans loudly. I can hear whispers of others in the bathroom reacting and speculating about whos inside, but I don't care. Nothing is going to stand in the way of breeding him and it feels too good to stop.
Bo pulls me into a sloppy kiss and reaches his long arm behind me to slap and grab my hairy ass as I fuck him as hard and fast as I my hips will let me. I'm glad I wore a cock ring because even with it I can feel myself getting close for the countless time today.
Without warning I growl into his mouth, pick up my speed and unload a surprisingly large load of spunk deep inside him.
"Oh fuck yeah!!!" he yells as I keep fucking him and feel my load churning as it leaks from his hole.
There is a round of applause from outside the stall and I can feel my face blushing as I catch my breath and slip out of the famous man to stand back and lean against the metal divider.
He just stares up at me and I watch as his hands reach down. One grips his leaking cock and the other swirls two long fingers around his wet, slimy, piss-covered ring. He forces two inside before pulling them out and bringing the glistening, gooey digits to his lips. It's so fucking hot to see my cummy cock hasn't even begun to deflate.
"COME ON!" someone shouts and bangs on the door loudly, startling us both.
"Hold the fuck on!" Bo yells back as he lowers his legs and tucks himself back into the small piece of fabric that barely hides anything.
I adjust myself while moving to the side as the towering man slips by me with his mask in hand and slams the door open angrily and gives the curious crowd that had been listening to us fuck an evil stare. He grabs my hand and I follow him with my shoulders back and chest out, laughing at the stunned faces.
"Was that Bo Sinn?" one of them asked in disbelief.
"Who cares, who was the hairy stud with him?"
Bo's dominant persona breaks when we get back to the dance floor and we're both laughing as we find our friends.
I don't bother to put my hood back on. At this point, I have zero fucks left about who might judge me and it's way too hot to keep it on.
"Looks like you two had fun," Gunner says and I realize he is currently getting fucked by Ty.
The night continues to be one of the best nights of my life. I feel free and horny and loved and happy. We had more shots, quick conversations at the bar, lots of grinding and I even got on my knees on the dance floor and swallowed a thick load from Piston and then fed it to Ty. I didn't even bat an eye when I was grinding back against Chad and I felt the hot warmth of piss spray up my back while others on the dance floor looked on with curiosity and surprise.
This night is easily one of the best of my entire life.
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