As I expected, the Latin Fetish Weekend in Los Angles called “Encuerado” was a kinky extravaganza, with at least four major parties held in multiple locations to select Mr. Cuero 2026. The four I attended each had a theme: Bondage, Impact Play, Watersports, and Anything Goes.
OK, I’ll tell you about the Piss Party first. It was held in the space behind the Rough Trade Gear Store on Sunset Blvd. It started at 2pm on a hot Saturday afternoon, and of course the first order of business was stripping down and tanking up. Free clothes check and unlimited water and beer made those tasks easy, and very soon everyone — maybe 150 guys, I’d guess — were sporting jocks, latex, or whatever they didn’t mind getting piss splashed on. There were several small pools, and on the stage were five large clear plastic barrels, and five small barrels, numbered to match the numbers of the five contestants.
After an hour or so of guzzling (and some mild play), the competition began. Each contestant took their small barrel and approached anyone who needed to piss, to collect their offerings. When their container was filled, they brought it to the stage, where it was checked by a judge, and dumped into their assigned barrel. The MC kept a running count, reminding everyone that the piss had to be collected directly from the tap – no cups or other containers – and of course it had to be pure, 100% piss.
Unfortunately one of the contestants had been held up in traffic. When he arrived, we all tried to help him make up for lost time, but he had little chance of winning.
The competitive piss-collecting lasted about 90 minutes. During that time those of us who had been collecting piss orally since the party first started took a break, of course.
The most active competitors gathered maybe two gallons each, all under the watchful eye of the judges. Just watching the collection process was fun, as there was no time for modesty or pee-shyness.
[I don’t generally comment on the race or skin color of players, but it seems relevant here. The Latin cultural theme was nicely integrated into the event, and MCs sometimes interjected Spanish into their announcements. But Anglos like me were 100% welcome; I saw no racism or discrimination anywhere. So if I mention that many of the dicks on view were a nice brown hue, and slightly more likely to be uncut than a random sample might be, it is merely a casual observation.]
After a suspenseful countdown, as friends and supporters of each contestant struggled to squeeze out an extra ounce or two for their man, time was called, and while the judges completed their tallies, play resumed, and a few side competitions were held, with prizes for the guests who could piss farthest, highest or most voluminously.
Then it was time for the high point of the event. Volunteers were invited to climb into the pool, and…
Yes, that’s me in the front row.
The party continued until six, and it was still warm enough to hang out in wet clothes (or out of them).
Of course the other three parties were equally impressive in their own kinky way. The bondage party gave us a chance to get up close and personal with contestants who couldn’t run away from us. The Impact event saw some backs get striped and some butts get very very red. And there was also an art exhibit, but I couldn’t attend that.
But the last night was the best of all, as each contestant performed a fantasy, hoping to earn our votes. In my experience, these “fantasy scenes” at contests seem to have a lot of rules and limits on the participants. Not tonight. One contestant spent the whole evening naked, covering himself (slightly) only for the group photos. One of the demos featured a deep and dedicated fisting session. One contestant put his volunteer assistant through a variety of tortures, including a dousing with what I was assured was the contestant’s own collected piss. I especially liked the sploshing scene: the contestant alone on stage, smearing his naked body with a variety of pastries, finally sitting on — and squirming around on — a small red-velvet cake and pouring milk over his head. Yum.
Did I mention the party was held in a warehouse? The curtained play area held half a dozen slings, a “massage” table, and a rimchair. The bar and clothes check were in an additional private space just outside the warehouse, along with a couple of porta potties and a very convenient urinal pool.
All of the contestants were handsome, friendly, brave, and, of course, each in their own way very, very kinky. In the end, the panel of expert judges — assisted the votes of attendees — selected El Beefy as Mr. Cuero 2026. My congratulations!
And may I say that the Yellow and Black Group was deeply proud to be a sponsor of such an outrageous event.
See you next year!