IML CumUnion in the Hole

Chicago—May, 2019

I went to my hotel after the piss party wonderfully satiated.  I had some food and fell asleep—soundly.  I woke occasionally, in that not quite awake/not quite asleep state, to piss every 45 minutes or so.  I was ravenous the next morning and had a huge breakfast.

I knew the sex had been great the night before, since here I was in Chicago during IML and I didn’t get on any of the sex apps during the day or even think about heading down to the host hotel.  But I was headed to a big sex party tonight—it was CumUnion in the Hole.

I relaxed the rest of the afternoon.  I wanted to be there pretty close to the start time.  I leathered up and covered it all with my flight suit.  I drove the few short blocks and found parking fairly easily.  I went in, paid the fee and headed down the stairs…

I make my way through the bar.  I strip off the suit and stuff it in my bag.  I stick poppers in the top of my right sock and my lube in the waistband of my chaps.  I hand in my bag to the talkative bag check man.

“Lucky you,” he says, handing me my numbered ticket.  “Hope it’s a good omen for you.  Not that you need it with…” and he looks at the bulging yellow pouch of my jock, “…that.”

I look at the ticket.  I’m number 69.  I grin and thank him. 

The room beyond the bag check is small.  Dark.  And low ceilinged.  I have to duck an occasional water pipe above me.  There are two slings and a long padded bench for men to kneel on side by side.  There are also a few barrels to use as support if you are bent over.  And the room is full.  Slings are busy.  Men are on their knees sucking cock.  Others are groping each other.  Kissing.  I see three men, all ass up on the padded bench waiting for tops.  One lucky daddy is getting his cock sucked by one young man and his ass eaten by another.

The crowd is so thick down the middle of the room, I can barely move.  I inch towards the back corner.  Hands are everywhere.  Squeezing my cock.  Squeezing my exposed butt cheeks.  One insistent finger actual tries to ream its way inside my hole.  I finally make it into the back corner.  I hunker down on a barrel and watch, feeling my cock grow inside the pouch of my jock.  Condensation, from the pipe above me drips on my shoulder occasionally.

“May I?”  It’s the cute Latino rimmer from the piss party.  He kneels in front of me, takes my cock out and begins a slow sensuous tonguing of my dick and, especially, my balls.  He gets them good and wet.  Then, rather noisily, he begins sucking my cock in earnest.  Guys turn and watch us.  One man helps out by lightly chewing my nipples.  Soon this man is sucking my dick as my Latino friend goes back to my balls.  I close my eyes and let the feelings wash over me.

“Please.  Let me lick your ass again.”

I stand up and bend, hands on the barrel.  The Latino dives in, slurping noisily.  The other man squirms between me and the barrel to keep sucking my cock.  Now I’m the Daddy with a young man’s mouth on both sides of me.  It feels wonderful.

And then they are gone. 

I join the line to fuck a leather daddy in the sling…

*****

I have fucked half a dozen men in the first hour.  Two in the sling. Then the hottest ass in the line up of the guys next to each other on the padded area.  The rest just bent over and holding on to the wall, or the sling frame or a barrel.  It’s hard to move with this crowd.  I finally need to get out of it and breathe.

I fight my way through to the bar.  Some play is happening out here, but it’s more about drinking and chatting.  I go down the corridor to the right of the bar.  There is a hallway here that is used for play on regular bar nights.  It’s empty.  But there is an open door.  I go in.  It’s another play area, maybe slightly bigger which I didn’t know existed.  There are fuck benches, a sling and a high shelf to lean against.  Two small groups of men are here. There is room to breathe—and fuck.

Instantly I am attracted to the hot ass jutting towards me from a cute 20-something man leaning on the shelf.  I go over.  He groans as I kneel behind him and begin rimming his fucked out hole.  He is dripping with load.  I clean him up—pushing some of it back into him.

“Can you taste how busy I’ve been?”  he asks.

I grunt something affirmative and drill him with my tongue.  This time I swallow.

“Eat my used cunt…”

I spit a dollop of cum back onto his stretched pucker.  I stand up.  “I’m gonna fuck that cum deeper.”

As much as he’s been fucked tonight, my cock is still a momentary challenge for him.  But he takes it—and in seconds, his hole is open and swallowing every inch I can shove into him.  I fuck him hard, occasionally giving him a stinging slap on the ass.

I pull out.  My cock is coated with other people’s cum.  “Clean it up,” I tell him.  The man turns and ravenously swallows me down.  My cock emerges spit shined to slide back up his hungry ass.

I fuck him until a Black dude wants up him.  I look again—it’s my buddy from Indy.  I gladly give him a turn up this slick hole.  I stick my newly covered dick back into the pig’s mouth.

We rotate ass to mouth a few times around. 

Then I fuck my buddy as he is fucking the pig.

We all break.  I stick around and talk to the pig.  He looks like the American version of my Canadian FB, Franklin.  We chat and he tells me he hosts a house party every few months in Chicago.  I give him my particulars…

*****

I stay in the cooler, less populated room and have room to actually do things like kneel to eat ass before I fuck it.

I fuck an older man in the corner.  He takes a hit of poppers and passes out.  I catch him on the way down or he would have landed right on his head.  He recovers fast…but I hang around until he can get up on his own.

I fuck at the sling.  But mostly I have guys come to me as I lean against the shelf and show off my cock.  I have men of every color trying out my cock.  Some fuck for a long time.  Some want just to see if they can take it.  One self proclaimed ‘top only’ backs on to me when he thinks no one is looking…

*****

Later.

Two young men and one my age are all bent over on the shelf, waiting for dick.  I start on the left.  It’s a hot ebony ass of a man I have seen at IML on other years.  He’s a great fuck.  He tells the older man next to him how much he loves my big dick.

“Give it to me, too,” he grunts.

“I’m fucking you all,” I tell him.  I pull out of my Black bud and into the older white man.  His ass is creamy and good.  And he knows how to milk me.  I hold still and let him do it. 

A young Arab is next.  He beats his cock as he watches me fuck the other two—waiting his turn.  I pull out, spit on his hairy butt and push in.  “Fuck me,” he croons.

Another top is now in my Black bud.  We lock eyes and grin.  He follows my lead and goes from one to the other.  I go back to the head of the line when he is ready for the Arab.  A third top joins us.  We fuck them all harder now—showing off for the other tops.

I take charge.  “Change,” I bark out.  We all shift to a new ass.  We do this until the last top to join us shoots in the Arab.  The other top and I stop fucking, kneel and take turns felching the dripping Arab butt, snowballing his cum between us…and eventually to the euphoric Arab. 

*****

Late night.  I need to shoot.  The crowd has thinned drastically.  There have been a number of men I have fucked tonight who I would like to seed. 

And I can’t find any of them. 

The sling is actually empty in the first room.

And then I bump into the cum loaded guy who reminded me of Franklin having a drink before going home.

“You want one more load?”

He looks at me in disbelief that I had actually asked that question.  He downs his drink and we go back to the spot where I had first plundered him.  I kneel.

He leans over, arching his butt within inches of my face.  I dig into his pronounced ass lips.  He’s been busy since we last saw each other.  He is totally loaded again.  I lick and eat.  I whimper, it’s so damn good—just what I need at this moment in time.

I stand up and insert into the creamy mess running out of his all but open hole.  He grunts as I hit home.  I can’t fuck for long and he knows it.  He clamps down on me and I fire into him.  Over and over.  Holding onto his slim hips for dear life…

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If I say “I’m back!” I’ll jinx it….but I think I am.  I should be able to play catch up very fast…