Thursday, September 10, 2015

Cum-Union Chicago: A Buffet of Hot Ass and Wet Hole

Near Home—July/August, 2015

My bookstore summer continued.  But it was really going downhill.

I went three more times in July.  My extensive notes are:

Friday ABS:  Ugh

Friday  ABS:  Eh

Monday aft ABS:  Please!!!

Nothing but frustration and bad head.

Let’s move on to August.  The first entry is more promising:

Friday aft 8/7 ABS:  Fucked the older guy.  Too big for hot one’s ass, but got his load. 

It had to have been better, but I can’t picture either of the men.

So I finally said “Fuck it,” took time off work and went to Cum-Union in Chicago.  YES!!


Chicago—August, 2015

I am at the check in window at Steamworks.  I ask for a room.

“Are you here for Cum-Union?” asks the clerk.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry there are no more rooms on the third floor.”

“I’m not going to be ass up in mine—I don’t care where it is.”

The clerk’s eyes dip to the bulge in my jeans.  “Here’s one downstairs.”  He shoves me the towel, the TV remote and the key.  “Have fun.”  And he finally smiles at me.

I find it, strip, add my leathers and am ready to prowl right at the 8pm start time.  I head up to the third floor—the unofficial area for Cum-Union.  There are very few people with doors open or out and about yet, but I can hear guys getting ready behind the closed doors I pass.  I twist through the maze to where I know there is a fuck bench.  I turn the corner—and there is my first ass of the night.

The blue jock frames a gym built ass.  He’s about my age, I guess.  I can’t see his face—and I don’t care.  I fall to my knees and sink my tongue into his hole.  He’s startled and moans.  His ass is fresh from the shower—I am the first man touching him tonight.  He tightens his hole down on my invading tongue.  He actually squeezes it.  And that makes his ass start to lube up.  I am suddenly lapping and spitting his juices back into him.  My dick is raging.   I stand up and insert.  Slowly and deliberately.  He moans—which make men in the gloryhole/slurp ramp maze come up to the platform level to watch the first public fuck of the night.  I am pumping into him at greater speed now.  Fast enough and hard enough for my hips to slap on his butt cheeks.  The noise fills the area.
“I need to taste your ass again.”   I sound very loud in our enclosed area.  His ass is gloriously wet.  I swallow more than I spit back this time.  I stick my cock back into him to coat it, give him a few pumps and then take it to his head.  It takes him a moment to sense what I want—then he cleans me off, vigorously and with obvious delight.  Another man is waiting to fuck.

“I’ll be back,” I tell him and mean it.  I push past the new top and stop at the first open door.  A young man is ass up.  His butt is nice enough, but my eye is drawn to his fully inked back.  I realize both arms are covered as well.  His hair is long—and he’s blindfolded.  It’s not as easy to get behind him on one of the single beds, but I do.  I bend to lick.  The hole has been used.  He’s taken a load in these first 20 minutes—or been fucked by a copious pre-cummer.  It’s my turn to groan into his very hairy ass.   This makes him moan into his pillow.

“Use my hole,” he whispers.  “Make me your cum whore.” 

I rear up and stick it in him.

“So big…” he murmurs into his pillow.  Then: “Don’t be gentle.  Just fuck me.”

I follow his instructions.  I fuck until someone, who acts like a boyfriend arrives and stands in the doorway.  I pull out, licking up the frothy mess on his ass.

“Now clean my dick,” I tell him, guiding his head onto my cummy cock.  He does.  I leave.  The BF shuts the door.

I wind through the corridors of open doors and asses on display.

“Hey!”  It’s a 40-ish guy who wrote me on BBRT having seen I was attending tonight.  I go in.  “Leave the door open.”  I had no intention of shutting it, but say nothing.  He is slim, tanned and sitting on the bed, so he can lean forward and pull my half hidden cock from my jock.  I’m hard easily and he twists himself around so his ankles are behind his head...he’s very flexible.  His ass is at the perfect height.  I fuck.  And start slipping.  There is so much silicone lube on the floor my boots can’t get a grip.   We try again, with him doggy on the bed.  I am all but sprawled on top of him in a few strokes.   We try my standing on a towel, but that almost makes it worse.  I finally excuse myself and roam the hallways. 

Guys are getting plowed in public.  Just bent over in the hallway.  I wait for a big bruiser to finish with a young one.  I fuck him next until he needs a break.  Then the bruiser shows back up and bends over for me.

I go back to the initial guy on the fuck bench.  He’s still there.  He’s been busy.  His hole is slightly puffy.  I don’t taste any loads.  But he knows me by my tongue.  “You brought that big dick back,” he mutters.  That makes me want to stand up and fuck him hard.  So I do.  A man arrives and slithers between my legs.  He begins licking my balls and my shaft as I fuck.  I slow down to let him get a good taste of the ass I’m drilling.

“Fuck…” the new arrival hisses to no one in particular. 

I pull all the way out and push into the man’s mouth.  Just a couple of strokes and then back into the ass. We repeat this a number of times.  All three of us are loving it.

“I wanna fuck him…” the man from below tells me, scrambling up.  I am pretty sure he’s close to cumming.  I step aside, in the tight space and let him stick his dick into the wet hole I’ve been plowing.  I let them rut and step out of the maze.

I stop by my tattooed boy’s room.  He’s being worked over by a couple.  They gesture me in, but it becomes all about them sucking my dick and nipples—not about the boy I want to plow again.  I finally get my cock into the boy, but it’s somehow not as good with the distractions of the other two.

I take off and explore the lower floor.  There is a very cute young man on the fuck bench down here.  I eat his hole.  I fuck.  He makes no move.  No sound.  Nothing.  Like I’m not there at all.  I leave.  The sling is empty.  I head back up to the action on the third floor.

“Hello, stranger.”   It’s my friend and fuck bud Juan standing at the top of the stairs.   He is the man who loves to get fucked—and then bring all the loads to me for my felching pleasure.  “I saw you were coming on BBRT.  You should have let me know.”

I apologize and tell him, truthfully, it was all on the spur of the moment.  “Had any luck?” I ask.  My hands are all over his petite, but hairy ass. 

“Just four, but huge,” he tells me, leading me to his room. 

I don’t know if he means huge cocks or huge loads.  In moments, I am sprawled on his bed.  He’s standing astride me; my hands are reaching up and stroking his hairy legs.  He wiggles that brown butt and slowly brings it down to my face.  His ass cheeks are full enough to seal off any air.   My tongue pokes at his moist hole.  He opens himself for me.  I lick.  I prod him with my tongue.

And then the avalanche of cum begins to pour out of him and into my mouth.


End of Part One—the first 2.5 hours of Cum-Union.

2 comments:

  1. Hot, hot story! I have never been to a Cum-Union there but need to make it to one soon. The best part was running into Juan again...he has an incredible ass and I love to eat the loads out of his hole as much as you do. Looking forward to part 2!!

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    1. Cum-Union is a blast. It's a hard day (Monday) but if you can work the schedule I would recommend it to any sex pig. And tell Juan you are coming!

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