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.
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.
The Yellow and Black Group pins have arrived: A fun alternative to a bandana as a way to announce your interest in wet play. Pin it to your lapel or vest, and start a conversation!
Pins can be bought from me whenever you see me for $10. But they are free for anyone who volunteers for one of our parties or events.
And for a limited time, I am also giving them out free to folks who attend an event (such as the Strip Poker Game later this month) and promise to actually wear the pin proudly in public. At least sometimes….
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.
The poker table, while everyone was out playing in the back yard.
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.
Sorry I didn’t take more pictures. I was busy!
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?
So I recently drove down to Los Angeles for a very special event called Encuerado, the city’s first ever Latin Fetish Weekend, held over Labor Day, 2025.
The event included multiple gatherings at different locations, in which 9 contestants performed fantasy scenes and otherwise demonstrated their kinkiness at four play parties: “#1: Bondage & Discipline”, “#2: Impact”, and “#4: Anything Goes”. [There were also dance parties and art gallery shows, but I didn’t make it to any of them.]
The Impact Play party was excellent: I came prepared for some light flogging, but the contestants showed a tolerance for whipping and ball-pounding that was a little scary… but very hot.
But the party I want to tell you about here was party #3, “Aguas Frescas” — the Watersports round of the competition.
It was held in the private parking lot of Rough Trade Gear LA in Silverlake, and there were around 100 guys attending, all of them hyped and ready for a piss-focused event. The parking lot was spacious, with room for a photo wall, a private space for the contestants, two porta-potties, three stages, and a curtained-off corner with four slings.
Clothes check, beer and soft drinks were included with the ticket price, and hydration was strongly encouraged. Most guys stripped down to the point that piss splashes would not be a problem. A few guys just wore flip flops. This was not an event with a dress code.
As soon as it started, a couple of guys were in the inflatable kiddie pool. It took a while before anyone “broke the seal”, and action began. I myself headed for piss pool #2, a little smaller, where I could lie on my back and look up at the gogo dancer as I waited for the yellow rain to begin. And rain it did, from all directions.
After an hour or two of free play, and as a kind of “warm up”, guests were invited to compete in three categories of “Piss Olympics”. First came Height, and after the first contender reached over 7 feet, no one challenged him. For the Distance competition there were two contestants, and the prize went to a SF guy. In the Quantity division, the first competitor had a massive gut and had been tanking up for hours, and seemed a sure thing. But a challenger bested him with 3 minutes of uninterrupted micturition. Overall, the performances were very impressive, and more importantly, got everyone into the spirit of the event.
Then came the real contest. Of the 9 contestants, about half of them identified as yellow flagging, but the rest were certainly uninhibited about the fetish.
Each contestant was given a half gallon plastic jug, and went around the crowd collecting contributions. When they filled their jug to the brim, they brought it to the stage, adding it to the big barrel with their name and contestant number.
This continued for about an hour, maybe longer. Each contestant dumped at least two or three loads into their barrel, and the more aggressive or popular guys collected six or seven.
The rules were strict: Only piss could go into the jugs. (We were warned about that repeatedly; if anyone was caught adding beer or water, or even spit or cum, the entire jug would be discarded). Contestants could piss in their own jug. Jugs had to be filled to the top before transfer to the barrel.
Of course, us guest pigs took a break, so as not to compete with the contestants.
As the MC counted down the remaining minutes, there was intense concentration, as fans of each favored contestant tried to squeeze out a few more ounces.
Time was called, and a team of judges performed complicated measurements and calculations to assign points to each contestant. It was clear to anyone who looked which barrels were fullest, but the results would not be revealed until Sunday night.
But now.. what to do with the nine barrels of piss, some containing several gallons?
Well, each contestant had recruited a volunteer to stand or kneel in the kiddy pool as the contestant emptied their barrel over them. In some cases multiple volunteers embraced and kissed under the cascade.
[I didn’t know about the plan; I had actually expected the contestants themselves to be the targets. Otherwise I would have volunteered as tribute. But I definitely got close enough to get splashed!]
The competition concluded, regular play resumed for an hour, much of which I spent wallowing in the collection pool with three other guys, accepting late contributions from donors who missed the deadline.
Fortunately it was sunny and warm, so I managed to be reasonably dry when the time came to retrieve my clothes and depart.
I won’t try to describe all aspects of the competition, but I did sneak a photo of the “anything goes” fantasy of Contestant #1, Mr. Rough Trade Gear, Alberto Alfredo Rodriguez:
He was also the winner of the overall competition, and is now Mr. Cuero 2025. But kudos to all the brave and sexy contestants:
A really fine kink event. I am proud that the Yellow and Black Group was able to be one of the sponsors, and I look forward many more of these imaginative and uninhibited fetish contests. Congratulations and deepest thanks to event creator Leo Iriarte, to Rough Trade Gear LA, to the event hosts Rene Hebert (IML 2025) and Jamal Herrera-O’Malley (IML 2024), and to Payasos LA and the other organizing groups and individuals.
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.
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.
