Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2024 14:22:59 -0400
From: AC <hryjknyk@gmail.com>
Subject: Pig in Palm Springs - Part 17

Pig in Palm Springs - Part 17 - Gay Encounters, Urination


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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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