u/Traveller258

It's been a while since I wrote about my adventures. I've become a regular at the weekly piss parties in Paris, so what used to be a rare treat has become a pretty normal part of my life, but no two parties are ever the same. The are of course the regulars but, every week, there are new mouths to feed and new cocks to drink from. I realised the other day that my life has turned into a piss porn film, because I regularly participate in the type of hot piss play shown in the wildest piss porn.

I drank a huge amount of water + my own piss all afternoon, so when I arrived I was bursting to go. Also, I know how good that combination tastes and I like to serve people something they'll enjoy. However, I was the first to arrive (it starts at 3pm) and there I was, desperate to piss, already with a beer in my hand (it's included in the entry fee) as other people started arriving, but I didn't want to waste my piss, so I drank half my beer and filled the cup up with my own piss. That way, I was still recycling and would have more to give others.

Normally, there are loads of drinkers but it was a really quiet evening, perhaps only around 50 or so guys, and every time I went down to the piss area, there was still only one drinker at the urinal. He was much older than me but a real sweetie, so who am I to deny him his pleasure?

Back up in the bar, I got chatting with some really nice people, including a guy around 30 and another around 50. The young guy was very sexy but, I have to say, so was the older one. And, as always at these parties, everyone gets into conversation easily and new friendships are quickly made.

The beer and then the water kept going through me, so I kept running downstairs to piss and three times in a row I fed the same older guy. The fourth time, he wasn't there and no-one had replaced him at the urinal - the first time I'd ever seen that - so I crouched down and that was it! From that moment on, after drinking so much to be able to feed all the drinkers, I became the main urinal of the evening. The young guy came at sat opposite me, wanting to drink too but, for some reason, everyone only pissed on me. I had it everywhere - in my hair, my ears, my eyes, my mouth and all over my body.

I have no idea how many guys pissed on me. I totally lost track after a while. All I know is that I tasted loads of different flavours, from very clear to very sweet right up to what tasted like very strong morning piss. I also go to taste that of some of the regulars whom I've never seen piss on anyone. One was a Muscle Mary with piss like battery acid and the other was the sexiest black guy at these events who tasted amazing and had a huge amount for me. He said that next time he'll feed me two litres. There are always tourists at these parties, this being Paris, so I've been making a point of tasting piss from around the world. So far, I've tasted Spanish, Russian, German, American and Colombian, so I still have a long way to go.

When I went up to the bar for some air, I had piss running down from my hair and all over my body. It gets quite crowded up there and you need to squeeze past to get through, so when guys who never get naked (they're in the minority but they exist) squeezed past me, I laughed because they didn't realise they'd just wiped their clothes over my soaking wet body.

There was a couple there in a sub/dom scenario. It was pretty extreme, the sub all taped up with only his mouth and cock exposed. His boyfriend lay him across the floor in front of the urinal. I found the whole thing a bit weird and there we both were, with him attracting some fairly rough action, with guys spitting on him and everything, and me attracting the a more classic type of play. Every time the boyfriend would go up to the bar for a drink, he'd ask me to watch over the other one. He eventually said he wanted to be freed but his bf was upstairs, so I sort of chatted with him until he came back. Later on, up in the bar, we got chatting and they were really nice guys. We exchanged piss and as I was leaving, after I'd got dressed, the dominant one pissed all over my shorts, so I actually rode my bike through central Paris past thousands of people with wet pants. Because they were already covered in piss, when I arrived home I just pissed my pants for the fun of it, before throwing them in the wash. I also hadn't washed the piss off my body before leaving but I'm sure that no-one could smell that as I rode past them. Even the neighbour I bumped into when I arrived home didn't seem to notice.