Author: david

The third edition of Wet and Wild piss weekend at the Starland clothing-optional retreat was just as much fun as the previous two.  And that’s saying a lot.

Attendance was up,  including both regulars and newbies, some of them just, shall we say, getting their feet wet for the first time.

Phil, the Event Organizer, and Drew, the Facilities Manager, made us all very welcome, and filled the weekend calendar with ideas and activities, most but not all of them kinky.  Friday night after dinner we each had a chance to reveal our interests, preferences, desires and (occasionally) limits.   That really broke the ice, and once it was over we immediately starting to play in twos, threes, and more.

The patio had been laid out with care.  It reminded me of the room in Willy Wonka where everything was edible:  here, every piece of furniture was pissable.  You could piss anywhere!  (Just not inside or in the hot tub.)

I discovered the advantages of a hammock:  it’s really easy for someone to straddle you and redirect their aim from crotch to chest to mouth and back, so that every drop has maximum impact.

The tent in the middle of the patio had three rim chairs lined up, and darned if we didn’t have them all in use at once sometimes.

Then there was the “puppy pile place”  A big inflatable bed with comfortable, washable coverlets.  At scheduled times, four or five guys would pile on, getting pissed on by one another (and by other guys who couldn’t find space on the bed).

A new feature at Starland was called the Red Light District:  a glory hole maze, a sling, etc. , set off behind the main building.  It was nice, and the sling certainly got well used, but I suspect it will be more important at other events, where the bulk of attendees aren’t uninhibited, exhibitionistic sluts like us.

Of course there was a piss pool.  But often the action was wherever a guy happened to be kneeling.  I was casually lying in a chaise lounge at one point and received five loads in and on me at once.  The lounge was too soggy to be used for a while, but remember that this is the desert: things dry out real quick here.

In fact, it might have been just a bit too hot for optimum play.  Some torpor was noticeable:  I myself skipped the expedition to “piss in the middle of the labyrinth” and the late-night scorpion hunt. This let me preserve my energy for some marathon rimming sessions.

But there was no pressure:  the weekend was long, and it was just fine to lie in the hot tub and relax. (The tub had a maximum official capacity of 15 guys; we had 9 in it quite comfortably, albeit with plenty of body contact.)

Other planned activities included a 9-way massage exchange, and a session where we explored the role of pheromones in gay sex.  (Conclusion:  You can’t guess a man’s personality or identity from the smell of his armpits.  But once you’ve smelled them, you CAN recognize him by that scent when you smell it again.)   After the armpit experiments, we moved on to butt-sniffing, but then it was dinner time, so we never got into smelling each other’s feet.

But I guess I should tell you about the Piss Poker games.  We played outdoors on Saturday afternoon, and, as usual, folks quickly picked up the rules and got into it.  But for Sunday we moved the card-playing to an indoor table, and just went outside to pay off the wet, messy or kinkier wagers.  And I brought out my camera.

As usual the wagers started tame, with losers being required to drink quantities of water, wear some very mild tit-clamps, or wear a yellow bandana around their neck to remind us all that they were available to drink the piss of any hand-winner who needed that service.

Someone wagered:  The loser has to expose his butt.  We decided that meant we had to make a video:

Wager:  Loser has to “get all up in” the winner’s crotch.  This was paid off at length, and with enthusiasm.

Loser takes piss from everyone.  This took us out onto the patio, and over to the piss pool:

We even rounded up additional guys who hadn’t been playing:

You’ll note the loser was wearing a collar and leash: this was from an earlier wager:  loser becomes an animal (or pet) and remains leashed until he wins a hand.

I’ll mention here a wager that didn’t get photographed:  Loser licks the floor of the piss pool.  Several folks expressed that they wouldn’t be willing to do that, or would take maybe a token taste, but the actual loser of the hand dove down and slurped up a long , full, nasty tongueful.

Some of the wagers were intended more as humiliation than sex.  This wager was that the loser had to go up to guys outside, perform the “YMCA” moves, and get them to join in (without actually asking or explaining).  He did a great job, and the non-players were thrilled to have helped complete the wager payoff.

Next, a rimming wager.  OK, it’s not a great pic, but you get the idea.

Shortly after that, someone proposed another rimming wager, slightly amplified:  the winner was to use a riding crop to “encourage” the loser and make sure he did a good job:

 

This is always one of my favorite wagers:  we soak a jockstrap with piss and gag the loser with it:

 

Next it was time for another “performance” wager, targeting another unsuspecting non-poker-player:

One of the players brought an assortment of cock rings and ball-stretching jewelry, and losing wagerers had to struggle to wear them.   No pics available, sorry.

Next:  Loser takes one swat on the butt from the riding crop from EACH player:

Our last wager:  We take a small cupcake, gather around and thoroughly soak it with piss:…And the loser has to eat the cupcake:

The Piss Poker game was fun, but it was really just a small part of the weekend’s festivities. There was plenty of good old-fashioned sucking, fucking, spanking and other stuff.  It was also educational:  one of the attendees was a sex therapist and pro dom, who shared some techniques but also learned a lot from us.  The finer points of piss-fucking (or generally pissing while hard) and the risks and joys of piss-felching got discussed.

Some folks left Sunday, some stayed until Monday morning, some even stuck around to help with the cleanup.  Thank you for that, you guys!

As we each took our parting showers, hugged one another and exchanged contact info, we promised to keep watching for the date of the next Wet and Wild Weekend.  (Tentatively, May 7-9, 2027, but we need to wait to be sure it won’t conflict with the next Latrine Duty party in Los Angeles.)

Oh, did I mention the star-gazing?  The Milky Way looked amazing!  I saw a roadrunner and heard coyotes at night,  and no rattlesnakes were in evidence this time.  Yeah, it was a great fucking weekend!

 

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!

 

First of all, thanks to everyone who participated in the Piss Pool at the “Up Your Alley” Street Fair last Sunday, July 26, 2026.

We opened promptly at 11 am, and there was at least one person in the pool pretty much continually throughout the day, sometimes as many as five.

As always, hundreds contributed, and thousands watched.

We were advised, as usual, that actual sex at the pool was against the rules of the Fair, and we discouraged it.  Apparently, we were told,  you could “lick it but not suck it”.  Of course, people nearby (and throughout the fair) were happily taking cocks down their throats and up their butts, not to mention all the fisting, felching, and even some PiV fucking going on.  Not our responsibility.

Now, I personally love to take piss “from the tap”, sometimes from a dick so far down my throat I don’t get to taste the rainbow.  But I cannot begin to describe the joy of lying in the sun, on one’s back, buck naked, as three or more streams from beautiful dicks fill your mouth, tantalize your taint, and rain down hard on your rigid rod.

Oh yes, about that sun.  It tried real hard to break through the clouds, and eventually it did.  Bliss for about an hour, and then building shadows hid it for good.

I note that the eastern side of the street stayed sunny much longer, but that was reserved for a fire lane, and emergency crews do deserve first consideration, bless them.  Anyway, Dore Street, where our pool was, may be shady, but it is less windy than Folsom, so who knows?  Anyway, between the puppies and the porta potties was a fine location for us.

Many brave piss pigs handled the chill with determination.  I personally came prepared with a neoprene vest, which helped a bit.  Other folks got in the pool fully dressed, but that was mostly because they love wearing piss-soaked clothes.  You think your sneakers smell strong at the end of the day?

But by 4 pm, only the very hardiest of us were still in the pool, and we agreed that it was time to call it a day.  Just then, we became aware that one side of the pool was starting to collapse.  Maybe a quart of nastiness spilled into the street before our volunteers came to the rescue, holding up the side of the pool while we considered options.  Reinflate?  Search for the source of the damage and patch it?  Naw, it was time to “call it” and begin clean up.

We don’t know the exact cause of the sudden pool failure.  Someone might have punctured it with a boot or costume element.  Or the pool itself might have been defective.  [Side note:  I bought it as new, but it was clear from the moment we opened the box and unfolded it that we had been sent a used pool.  I will be requesting a refund.]

People are always curious about cleanup.  In the distant past, we would drag the pool to the nearest storm drain and dump it it out.  But the Fair organizers, and the SF Health Department, have decreed that all piss must be consigned to the porta potties.  Fair enough.  So now we know to expect that, and bring scoops and buckets.  Our dedicated volunteers formed a kind of bucket brigade, and, by my estimate, we dumped at least 24 gallons of urine into the designated receptacles.  I imagine the Honey Bucket crew might wonder why the two stalls at one end of the line had SO MUCH more piss than the others.  But probably not.

Lots of folks took a lot of pictures in and around the pool, and I will post many of them here as soon as I can.  (Please send me yours!  Details here.)  For there was lots to see:  bears and furries and many, many puppies.  (I have expressed a personal fondness for the piss of guys in pup hoods or leather title sashes.)  Folks in full leather, slick rubber, or 100% naked to their ankles.  Folks with writing on their chests declaring their desire to be fondled.

Watching folks at the pool gives one some amazing perspectives.  I particularly like to photograph women using the pool, since I know many of my visitors really really like those pictures.  Several women did come by, and I really wish I could offer them more than a paper funnel to facilitate their options for actually pissing onto someone.  I’d bring a queening chair (i.e. rim-seat) but I fear it would be misunderstood by the masses.

Alas, this was the first time in several fairs that no women got into the pool and became piss targets.  We will expect to see more at Folsom Street.

Of course, some of the folks who step up to the pool, appearing to every eye as unmistakably women, pull out a penis to piss with.  My thought is that if people knew just how many of the women in their day-to-day lives are trans, they wouldn’t be so stupidly phobic about them.

Several guys both in and near the pool were sporting piss gags, of various degrees of strictness.  (A truly “strict” piss-gag is one where what goes into the funnel will definitely go down your throat.  For safety, those are rare, but the illusion of strictness gets me hard, and I’m not alone.)

Other piss-themed attire abounded.  Like a t-shirt reading “Let me piss in that butt”, or a model urinal attached to a guy’s chest, the tube at the bottom leading…. somewhere. Wearing diapers, even if perfectly clean, seems like a friendly fellow fetish.    And yellow bandanas, yellow latex, yellow piping on black leather, even tall yellow socks, all send the message…. “yeah, I can get into it.”

I won’t go into details about the rest of the fair, and the amazing forms of kinkiness on display.  I bought a few items to add to my small but growing personal gallery of piss-themed art, wondering if watersports would get more public notice if there were only more ways of monetarizing it, the way floggers and chastity devices and scented massage oils do those other kinks.

Bottom line:  More sun would have gotten more folks to climb in, but the guys who did had a blast, and the folks who used the pool had almost as much fun themselves.  We fulfilled our duty to provide relief and entertainment to many, spared many folks from waiting in lines, protected our street trees and other prime piss-targets from abuse, and helped reinforce the kinky notoriety of our city and its people.

I hope you were able to enjoy the fair, and our naughty little corner of it.  If not this year, make a plan to visit the city on the last Sunday of July or September.  Or any time — We do this kind of nasty stuff all year long!

Videos from the Up Your Alley 2026 Piss Pool can be found here.

7/27/2026

So the “Pissific Rim” party on 6/20 was another Yellow and Black Group success.  Fifteen guys, all gathered in my home to enjoy an afternoon of watersports, butt-licking, and good-natured camaraderie.  [Sorry, folks, no pix.]

The weather cooperated:  despite a foggy morning, by noon the sky was clear, and by the time guys started arriving, the back yard was baking in the sun.  I provided sunscreen, but even so folks had to take regular breaks in my garage or living room.  I won’t say they cooled off, action-wise, but there was plenty of shady activity.

Because I can’t hear my doorbell from the back yard, I played host for the first two hours, helping folks select beverages, refilling snacks, and preparing the grill for the BBQ.  It was just cheeseburgers and hot dogs, but it kept the energy level up.

I had told everyone to arrive before 3 pm, so at that time I closed the front door, stripped down, and joined the fun.  We had one kiddie pool in the garage, and one out back, plus two rim-chairs (no waiting!), an exercise bench (also great for throat-fucking or face-straddling), and of course the sling.  A couple of guys just crawled under some bushes to fuck.  Me, I sometimes enjoy just lying naked in a lounge chair and resting my eyes as guys walk over and casually soak me down.  It’s relaxing and exciting at the same time.

Anyway, a great time was had by all.  And your generous donations and ticket purchases will let me buy a brand new plastic pool for Up Your Alley.  That’s July 26; the pool will be available from 11 am until 5:30 pm, or until it gets chilly, whichever comes first.  See you there!

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!

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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).

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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).

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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.

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 is 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:

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

Chocolate and piss… yum!

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Loser stays in bondage until he wins a hand.

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

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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!  

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

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

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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.

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

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

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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. )

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

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

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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).