Author: david

As promised, piss play kicked into high gear just as soon as winter ended.

First came the FLUID party, held at the Folsom Center in San Francisco.  As is traditional at FLUID events, it was open to all, and centered folks often under-represented at kink events, so we had a nice mix of bodies in and around the various play stations:  the big piss pool, the sling, and the shallow “wrestling pool.”  Folks arrived hydrated and ready to play, and continued to chug down the various juices, waters and sodas provided.   A live DJ definitely helped set the mood.

[I’ve observed that sometimes the music at sex and kink events is played at too high a volume, perhaps because DJs are used to dance parties where nobody needs to hear each another.  At piss parties particularly, I think, the conversation, whether friendly banter or pseudo-aggressive “drink it all, pig”, is a part of the scene, and I appreciate music that supports but doesn’t interfere with that.]

The folks, as noted, were a nice mix of novice and experienced piss fans, and I think a few folks got to play in ways they had never experienced before.  I am not sure that starting at 4 pm on a Saturday was ideal; I think that next month it will start at 5 pm on a Sunday, which may work better.  I plan to walk there after tanking up at one of SOMA’s Sunday afternoon beer busts!

Two weeks after FLUID, I drove out into the Mojave desert for a “Wet and Wild” weekend at the Starland Retreat.   More than 30 guys were there (the picture only shows some of them).

The weather was near-perfect: warm enough to be naked and wet but not sweltering or dehydrating.  There was good food, fun conversations, some game-playing, and a whole lot of pissing.

The setup had all the amenities: a comfortable HQ / dining hall, gang showers, jacuzzi, buddy open-air outhouses, plus a sling, a piss pool, multiple rimchairs, massage tables,  and so on.

At one point we trekked (naked, of course) a short way out to an ancient stone labyrinth, which we walked to the center of.

Then we ritually and respectfully pissed on it (and each other).

On Saturday, three of us drove into Los Angeles to attend the “Latrine Duty Six” party, held in the back of the Rough Trade gear store.

It was as wild as you might imagine:  puppies playing with animalistic abandon, guys getting piss-fucked in slings, and a guy from the Howard Stern show interviewing guys as they played.

This picture series shows me assuming my most vulnerable stance, getting pissed on, and then answering questions about the experience:

While there, I learned that the next Los Angeles Latin Fetish Weekend is scheduled for September 3-6, 2026.  I haven’t seen the details (their website hasn’t been updated yet), but if it is anything like last year, it could make for another interesting trip south, especially if combined with the next Wet and Wild weekend at Starland (set for September 11-13).

We left the Latrine Duty party in time to return to the desert before dark, for more piss play and other adventures.  At one point I curled up with two guys on a comfortable mattress and we pissed on each other in a puppy pile.  That was only one of the things I did that weekend that I had never done before.

Oh yeah, we also got up close and personal with a rattlesnake, but that’s a story for a different website.

Anyway, those were some of the highpoints of MY April.  Let’s hope the summer just keeps getting wetter and wilder.

The poker game of April, 2026 had six players, which was just the right number to fit around the poker table.  Everyone arrived on time and was raring to go from the very start, so we were off and stripping down very quickly.

[Unfortunately, some of the guys were camera shy, so pictures and video will need to be added to this blog later, after the players have a chance to request cropping, etc.]

One of the earliest wagers was also one of the kinkiest:  a guy brought his birthday chocolate cake, and wagered that the loser would eat a nice big bite of it — after whoever wanted to had pissed on it.  I cut a nice size slice and put it on a plate on the patio, and we gathered around and soaked it down thoroughly.  Birthday boy (who was, by chance, the loser of that hand) was fed a large, soggy bite, but there was plenty left over.  So the next hand’s wager was: loser gets pisscake smeared on his chest and winner licks it off (OR winner can switch roles if he chooses).

The winner chose to get smeared, and the loser got first opportunity to lick it off, then others volunteered to help.  There were a whole lot of chocolate-smeared faces around the table.

More chocolate cake got used later on, as someone wagered that the loser would eat cake off of or out of the winner’s ass.  The winner relaxed on the exercise bench in the back yard, and bits of cake and icing were pushed deep inside him, and then tongued out.   Again, multiple volunteers took turns — it was very good quality chocolate — while others fulfilled a side aspect of the wager by pissing on the guy on the bench, including aiming at his balls so that piss and crotch-sweat could add extra flavor to the chocolate.

No actual scat was involved in any of this.  But cleaning up all the chocolate was probably almost as difficult as cleaning up after actual shitplay would have been.

Another “nasty” wager called for the loser to be spanked by all with his head bent over the compost bucket.  I believe the intent was that the stink of the compost was part of the punishment, but the winner relented and let the loser keep the compost bin closed.  (It was full of yard clippings, not rotting food, anyway.)   On the other hand, some guys augmented their spanking with paddles and similar toys, and one guy was so enthusiastic he broke the paddle.  Oops.

“Piss up loser’s ass” is a wager that often gets made, but frequently not realized.  This time we made it happen for real, first using a funnel, hose and hollow buttplug.  Several guys helped to fill the funnel, then we had to hold it very high and be patient to let it all bubble down into the recipient butt.

But one guy was ready to take it to the next level, and was ready and able to insert his hard dick just as the plug was removed, with only a little backsplash.  Once inserted, he took his time and I swear I saw the eyes of the guy in the sling rolling back as he felt the hot flow inside him.    The guys stayed quietly coupled there for a while, and as they were gently piss-fucking, a third guy crawled under the sling for an upward view of the action.  When the piss-fucker announced he was about to pull out, the guy below just kept laying there with his mouth open. Then everyone went back to the poker game.

I could go on, but I guess you get the idea.  Join us at the table next time, won’t you?

SMOKEOUT 2026 in Las Vegas was as much fun as it was in years past, with hundreds of friendly guys sharing smoke, camaraderie, and – often – bodily fluids.  In fact, someone opened a special Telegram group called “SmokeOut – Piss Pigs”  just to help us find one another.  And we did!

Of course, I made sure folks knew about the Piss Poker games.  I held two, one on Friday afternoon, another on Saturday.  I want to be brutally honest: the players at game 1 were a little slow getting started, and had trouble thinking up wagers.  After playing for an hour, some of our 8 players still had some clothes on!   And some were still in “hydration” mode!

On top of that, many of the guys were camera shy, so… sorry, no pix this time.   Sorry.

I had some pieces of paper with wager ideas, but some guys relied on that instead of thinking up their own.   C’mon!

But, even if the wagers were less than original, they were fun!  Butt-plugs, and tit-clamps, blindfolds and wrist shackles, paddles and a handsome pair of Florentine floggers – all these played a part, and there was also spanking and spitting, and long rimming sessions and – did I mention? – there was a whole lot of piss!

I think my personal favorite wager was when a guy put on a tight-fitting, mouthless latex hood and lay in the tub as I pissed on his head and made him cum.   Afterwards he described it as kind of like being water-boarded.  Hmmm.  That’s a kink I have yet to explore…

Saturday, the weather was so nice, most of the SmokeOut attendees spent the day going between the hot-tub, the open bar, and the play room.  My hotel room was kind of off the beaten track (like in the building at the farthest corner of the hotel complex,  on the second floor, down a very long corridor), and the net result was that attendance dropped off sharply.  Upside to that was the game was more intimate, we all got to know each other better, and the wagers we played were more attuned to our individual kinky desires.

This is something I must keep in mind for the future.  For the next Piss Poker game (in San Francisco on April 25 – click here for full info)  I intend to not worry about how many people do or do not attend.  As long as I have enough chairs for everyone – and folks start hydrating an hour before they arrive – we will all have a good time.

It was the first predictably warm and sunny Saturday in a while in San Francisco, a perfect time for Piss Poker!

We had five players, who agreed that 5 is the optimal number.  If Jeff, who suggested a wager of everybody spitting on the loser’s ass, had been there, six would have been fine too.  But we played his wager, and it was warmly received.  So thanks anyway!

I took a ton of pictures and video this time, a selection of which appears below.  I missed some great shots, usually because I was involved, but there were other volunteer cameramen, so my participation is documented.   I did edit out some of that participation, like my rotten performance in Anal Ring-Toss.

Anyway, enjoy!  Here are some of our wager pay-offs:

Loser gets decorated by the winner with chocolate syrup, and we ALL lick ALL of it off.

Chocolate and piss… yum!

Loser stays in bondage until he wins a hand.

Loser must give himself a golden shower.  If he cannot, we all get to give him one.

The Anal Ring Toss Game!

Then stand back and take turns!

Next time, we will set some kind of rewards and punishments for the high and low scorers!  

A circle jerk, which became a kind of circle of affection.  With hand jobs.

Loser must wear the winner’s underwear:  Get it wet first, and wear it home later.

This was a simple enough wager: winner fucks loser.  But we allowed the winner to designate an alternate, or in this case a supplement, and the loser would up getting it every which way from everyone.

I’m not sure I remember the exact wording, but basically…. Piss on him, then fuck him!

This wager ordered us all to get that new-looking jockstrap  wet!   We obeyed.

Loser spits on and licks winner’s ass.

(This video was actually from a different wager.  The actual spitting wager was really hot, but not recorded. )

Loser must hold a cigar in his butt for at least two seconds.  Then he has to smoke the cigar.

There were some spanking, ball-snapping, and tit-torture forfeits, too.  This was the most intense flogging wager.

There were many other wagers, but let me end with this image, which reminds me of the last sight I saw before starting a marathon rimming session.

Hope you enjoyed these pics enough to want to attend our next game, details of which will eventually appear here.

I have to say that the first Yellow and Black Group two-day PissFest was a roaring success.  I’ve already written about the poker game (see here, or scroll down), but I wanted to briefly report on the Sunday party.

Eight guys showed up, and we had some great weather for outdoor play for the first two hours or so, but then it got cold and we moved inside, where we had the sports on one screen and Dick Wadd videos on another.

Special thanks to the guys who brought food or rimchairs to share.  Several guys reported trying certain kinds of piss play for the first time, and a record was set for “longest continuous non-stop piss down a sub’s throat” (not yet an Olympic event).   Marathon rimming sessions were enjoyed, and I believe I now have my sling properly adjusted to the correct height. 

Of course, we all watched the Superbowl Halftime Show, and some of us watched the game (or at least the commercials).  And, except for one guy who got off real easily, everyone stayed until the final whistle.  I think I can confirm that everyone had a great time, and some real friendships were made or deepened.  Urophiles are great human beings, no?

And oh yes, several guys generously purchased my new Yellow and Black group pin.   Buy one from me next time you see me, and wear it proudly to get the conversation started!  It’s $10 in person; $20 if I have to mail it to you.

I am not sure when our next piss party will happen, but hopefully you are already on my mailing list, so you will be among the first to know about it.

The first day of our two-day PissFest was excellent. Seven players, most of them experienced with our kinky little poker game.    Of course, the game itself is quick and easy to learn:  five card draw poker, one joker wild.  Each hand has a winner (high hand) and a loser (low hand).  The winner makes sure that the loser pays up the predefined wager, and when the wager is paid up, we return to the table, and the winner deals AND SETS THE WAGER for the next hand.

We started out giving one waiver / wafer to each player, and awarded a few  more during play, but they never actually got used this time.  These game players were game for almost anything!

Usually we start slow, with simple wagers like “loser loses two articles of clothing” or “loser drinks 12 ounces of any beverage.”  But knowing that some players had to leave early, the first dealer decided to waste no time, and set the wager as: loser gets piss, via a funnel, from anyone ready and willing to piss.  And so it was that yours truly found himself on his back, in the back hard, a funnel-gag in his mouth, as guys gathered around and aimed their streams at the funnel.  I swallowed pretty fast, but as the funnel approached filling up, one guy took it as an excuse to aim his stream at my clothes, soaking me down thoroughly.  Eventually the funnel was emptied down my throat, and we all returned to the table.  Whew!  On the very first hand!

We continued to keep the stakes high, with one player soon forced to strip bareass.  (Everyone else was naked soon enough.)

A wager was proposed as “loser provides oral service to any one part of the winner’s body, as the winner requests”.  The winner selected his right armpit, which was promptly sniffed, licked, and otherwise attended to.

A cock-sucking wager sounds simple, but  a lot can depend on the attitude of the winner:

A paddling wager was ten swats from each player.  Here are the last of the sixty swats.

The wager here was that the winner got to apply as many clamps as he liked to the loser, and they stayed on for three hands or until the victim won a hand, whichever came first.   I’ll be honest, those plastic clamps are pretty tame, compared to ordinary clothespins or dedicated tit-clamps.  But I suspect they stung real nice when removed after three hands.

Next, a nice simple wager: loser drinks winner’s piss.

But somehow everyone at the game got involved:

We needed a “moderate pain” wager, but the loser appeared unimpressed by the tit-clamps and mild cock-torture…

So someone reached for a tiny bottle of tabasco, and offered to apply just  drop or two to his cock…

I am not sure what the wager was here; I assume it was loser eats winner’s ass as we all piss on his dick:

This longish video captures the spirit of the game, I think.  This loser is naked, rendered helpless with his wrists shackled, put into the tub, and subjected to piss by everyone, everywhere:  in his face, over his head, down his throat, even into his armpits.

There were plenty of other wagers that I don’t have pictures off:  we used a butt-plug-funnel to fill up a guy with piss, and then another guy drank it out.

There was a wager that simply said:  loser is winner’s slave and winner can do what he likes to him for one hand while the other players continue playing. As it happened, the winner was this big, strong, hairy, naturally dominant guy, and the loser… actually I think that guy had TRIED to lose that hand.   The two of them went out back and I have no idea what happened back there, but the winner came back first, and the loser took a little while before he was ready to keep playing.

Eventually a few guys had to leave, and play got a little less formal and structured.  We put a guy under the rim chair and shackled his wrists and head in place, then dripped hot wax all over him.   Then we made him go outside and use a curry brush to scrape the dried wax off.  Other guys just coupled up on the sofa and had fun.

As the game drew to a close, we realized that no one had eaten any of the wafers.  So we used a few to make our tribute to the Olympics.

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Yes, everyone is a winner in Piss Poker!

BONUS:

I realized that the pics from the 2025 Thanksgiving Weekend poker game never got posted here.  I have remedied that, and now you can view that  game report here (or just scroll down).

So what better way to enjoy a four-day weekend than with a kinky game of poker?

As always, every player was required to submit a “buy-in” wager — something they were prepared to pay up if they lost, or even if they won.

But this time we wrote down those wagers on slips of paper and kept them handy, because often guys tend to forget the great ideas they had once it comes their time to deal, and set the wager for the next hand.

Here are some pictures…

A fun afternoon.  Join us next time, won’t you?

We had a great game of “Strip Poker, San Francisco Rules” last Wednesday.  We had eight players total, which meant sometimes there weren’t enough cards for everyone to draw as many as they wanted, but nobody minded.  And often enough one or two players were dealt out of a hand, while paying off some forfeit or otherwise busy.

A few of us were familiar with Piss Poker from past games; others had never been to a party like this before.  No complete piss virgins, though.

Two guys knew nothing about poker, but they didn’t slow down the card play, although sometimes the guys sitting next to them trying to explain poker strategy did. But again, not a problem.

We played cards indoors, sometimes using a plastic kiddie pool in the garage for piss showers, but mostly paying forfeits and playing around in the back yard (despite intermittent drizzle).

Because there were so many players, we started out by giving everyone one of those “waiver/wafers” — the soda crackers that could be used any time someone wanted to back out of paying up a forfeit (win or lose).  In fact, nobody ever used a waiver over the course of the afternoon, but I think this is a good way to guarantee consent, just in case.

As usual, the winner of each hand dealt and set the wager for the following hand.  If people had trouble thinking of wagers, they could refer to folded up slips of paper holding wagers suggested in advance.

Early wagers were light, as usual:  “loser loses one article of clothing, winner gets a wafer”; “loser licks winner’s tits”; “loser drinks 12 ounces of water”, etc..  When someone set the wager as “loser loses two articles of clothing,” one player was shocked that that was allowed.  Modesty was soon discarded, though:  Two hands later, the wager was “loser strips bareass”.

A few minutes after that, a latecomer arrived at the door.  He was welcomed, and informed that, as per the rules, he had to immediately strip to match the nakedest guy at the table, which he promptly and happily did.  So now the table had a couple of guys baring all, and a couple of guys still fully clothed, and others somewhere in between.  That always feels kinky, I think.

We played a few more hands and had a round or two of beverages.  Most guys drank water, or electrolyte-enhanced water (which “propels” you to piss, they say).  And then it was piss wager time:  loser must suck the piss out of winner’s piss-wet jock or underwear.  This was admittedly a little ambiguous, but the winner stood in the pool and had all sides of his tightey-whiteys soaked down by multiple players.  I think the loser expected to be then handed the briefs to chew on, but instead the winner decided to just sit in a chair outside and let the loser kneel and suck out the juice from the cotton wrapped around a hard dick.  Knowing that the loser was tasting the piss of several guys at once, not to mention the residual sweat and funk of the well-worn underpants, made that a nice, nasty wager to get folks going.

A few hands later came a wager that called for the loser to eat the winner’s clean ass “voraciously”.  We watched amused as the winner enjoyed having his butt tongued, but some players claimed that the rimming wasn’t sufficiently enthusiastic.  Back went the tongue, darting in and out rapid-fire, and stretching in extra-deep, until everyone was satisfied that a level of voraciousness had been achieved.

There were a couple of other rimming wagers paid up during the game, including one where the loser was restrained, face up  on the exercise bench,  taking on all interested players.  The winner reminded him, as he was applying the wrist and ankle shackles, that the requirement that the asses be clean was not part of this forfeit, and the loser acknowledged that he was prepared to serve any ass, even one recently filled with a load of cum and/or piss.

There was a “winner administers an over-the-lap spanking” wager, although it turned out to be more practical to bend the loser over the exercise bench, and have the spanking applied by someone delegated the task by the winner.  Indeed, the substitute spanker was quite expert, and in a mere 10 or so whacks had the loser’s ass pink and tender and sore.  Maybe the fact that we freely pissed on the ass as it was getting slapped helped, I’m not sure.

As usual, we stretched the literal text of a wager a bit sometimes.  “Loser drinks winner’s piss” seems clear, but positioning the loser on his back and then discovering that the winner didn’t actually need to piss was seen simply an opportunity for everyone to fill the loser’s mouth at the same time.   OK, some went up his nose and one guy aimed at the loser’s dick instead, but he drank all the rest.

At one point, the dealer set the wager as “loser sucks each player’s dick for 30 seconds, but not yet.  Let’s take a break first.”  Then followed about 30 minutes of free play, filled with fully-voluntary cock-sucking, fucking, rimming and piss-soaking.  As host, it pained me be to call everyone back to the table, but we had lots of nasty wagers still to be played, starting with a carefully-timed round-robin of fellatio, as wagered.

One wager submitted in advance was “everyone pisses on a piece of bread or cookie, and loser eats it.”  We started with a nice dry end-slice of whole wheat; multiple different piss-streams soaked it to complete sogginess, and it was brought gently up to the loser’s mouth.  He took a nice big bite, and obediently chewed and swallowed, but there was plenty left for others to be fed,  Someone grabbed a Ding-Dong from the refreshment table and got it soaked down as well.  In the end, I think everyone was given a taste of either whole-wheat or chocolate nastiness.

The sling got used a bit, although not for any specific wager.  Late in the afternoon the rim-chair at the far end of the back yard got put to use, with the rimmee enjoying the tongue so much that he started getting inventive, twisting tits and whacking dick to encourage deeper penetration.  He called the rimmer a dirty pig, and reinforced that by rubbing dried leaves and dirt on the guy’s chest and crotch, getting him dirty everywhere, including deep between his legs.  He stood up long enough to soak the supine man head to toe, and to force a dirty toe or three into his mouth. then sat back forcefully on the pig’s tongue and smeared the piss-mud everywhere he could reach.  The hose had to be used to get the loser clean enough to go back indoors.

Folks didn’t use a lot of toys:  various floggers and slappers went unused. The ever-popular “loser wears tit-clamps until he wins a hand” never even got suggested. Nobody wanted to bother with the hot wax.  But that didn’t mean no pain.  Tits got pinched to just before the guy would have called for a wafer.  A guy took a dildo up his ass that he was sure was too big for him; he had to re-lube it in his mouth several times before it slid into his butt, and even then he couldn’t keep it in very long.  I saw somebody’s ass had been turned purple somehow; I might have been busy doing something else when that happened.

There were no deferred wagers; several folks admitted regretfully that they would not be able to attend the Folsom Street Fair on Sunday.  But as the game broke up, it was clear that “everyone was a winner”, and looked forward to a rematch soon.

So start thinking up new and kinkier wagers, guys, and I’ll see you at the poker table!

California’s newest piss party is called “Wet & Wild”.  It isn’t as big as “Wet and Hot” (the event that draws 600+ pigs to Palm Springs each summer), but it is just as fun and friendly.

It happens in the desert, out near Joshua Tree National Park, at a place called Starland Retreat, a venue best known for CMEN events and massage exchange weekends.

The space, and the people. are friendly and low-key.  Rules are few, clothing is tolerated when necessary, and wi-fi is neither provided nor needed; not when you can take a short naked hike out to the labyrinth, or a nighttime scorpion-viewing walk,  or simply sit and watch the moon rise as you take a shit.

The compound is well-equipped, and sleeping options range from bunkhouse camaraderie to neath-the-stars “glamping” tents.

The facilities may seem a bit basic, but it is constantly improving, and there is electricity throughout, plus two hot tubs, plenty of air conditioning, a modern and fully-stocked kitchen, and a homey, casual sunroom: 

You can enjoy Starland any time.  But for Wet & Wild Weekend a whole new dimension is added.  The patio is transformed into a piss-themed playland, with multiple pools, rim seats, a sling, and lounge chairs where you can lie back in the sun or shade and wait for somewhat to wander over and dangle his cock in your mouth.

The weekend began with a get-acquainted circle on Friday night, with folks sharing their fantasies, hopes and plans for the weekend, and occasional limits.

Play began in earnest on Saturday after breakfast, with only two rules: 100% consensuality, and no pissing indoors.  Various beverage options were always close at hand.

In the afternoon, I organized a game of Piss Poker, and plenty of great wagers were suggested and played.  Fun was had with a well-soaked jockstrap, serving both as a blindfold…

and as a gag:

[For some reason, play slowed down while I was gagged.  Cards needed to be counted twice, or were misdealt, or pondered over.  I’m not sure if it was because the guys wanted me to savor and appreciate the multiple piss flavors of the jockstrap they had stuffed in my mouth, or if they were simply tired of the sound of my voice.]

Anyway, after the game, casual play resumed.  Between us, the event organizer, Phil, and I probably serviced every pisser on the site, including the camp chefs.

Fun continued through Sunday.  The rim chairs on the patio got plenty of use, but butt-licking happened everywhere:

From the thirty+ guys who had attended, only a dozen were left by Sunday night, as many had to drive long distances to resume dry life.  But Monday arrived, and after a nice hot shower, we said our goodbyes, and looked forward to another Wet and Wild Weekend next April.  [Watch this website, or subscribe to my newsletter, for the date and details.]

Thanks must go to Phil, to Drew and Wayne and the rest of the Starland Community, and to everyone who attended.  I’m really glad I went!

Why not organize a piss event in YOUR favorite space?