Cum-Union in Madison--Getting Started. (Part One)

Madison, WI--December, 2011

Juan, the hot boy who acted as cum collector for me in Cleveland, had asked if I would like to accompany him (and his partner) to Madison for the first Cum-Union party, sponsored by BBRT, in that city. I went as far as their condo in Chicago on Friday night. And we were good--we slept--no sex. We lazed around all morning: sipping coffee, reading books and stroking cats. Juan did a little work and then we were on the road after lunch. A cheap motel. Dinner. A nap. They got out the Stream-Master and we set off…

It’s a warehouse district, all right. But the new kind. Buildings that are storage units on steroids. We find the number easily.  Twenty cars or so are in the lot. Doors have opened at 10:00. We had wanted to time it a half hour or so into it. And we have. We enter, pay our $20 and start stripping down. I have put my flight suit over my chaps, harness and boots. The men I see as I undress are in all stages of attire: Naked, but for boots. Full leather. Jocks and boots. Timoteo underwear or jocks is the dress of choice for those under 40. It’s dark, but with a good amount of light to see. Once I’ve checked my clothes and they have scrawled the check number on the back of my hand with a Sharpie, I start to explore. Juan and his boyfriend are off already--and frankly, I barely see them throughout the night.

Dead ahead are steps up to a slurp ramp. Five or six gloryholes connect to the lounge on the other side of the wall. I go across the platform and down a couple of steps. Two slings are in front of me. One is a canvas web sling on a frame, the other, all leather, is attached to a balcony over the entire area. I love it that they are set up so the tops face each other as they fuck. Right now they are empty. I walk past the web sling and go behind a row of shelving. Mannequins and large ornamental urns from his business are high above me on the topmost shelves. There is plenty of room for a couple of chairs in the gloom back there. It is the dark area. It will serve as the area for all the people who can’t bring themselves to fuck in public. I circle around through it and come out by the leather sling. Before I get there, I pass a tub for a small piss station and two mattresses under a screen showing porn. If I had not gone into the dark corridor, I could have turned, in front of the slings, and found a large couch, a cross, a rim seat and eventually the lounge where the service side of the gloryholes are located. There is also another couch and a TV showing porn.

And guys milling. We’ve swollen to almost 40 guys in attendance while I did the tour.

I piss. Two guys crane around to catch my cock size.

I take a swig from my water bottle.

We all eye each other.

A guy tries to get things going by grabbing for my cock. He pulls me, hard, towards him. There is always one at every group. I disengage and walk away. How can they think that feels good?

Two older guys get on all fours, side by side, on the mattresses under the TV. One is naked but for cowboy boots. His short erection is constant throughout the night. The other has a blue jock and combat boots. Both are big and beefy.

Now we’re talking. A silver haired top enters one then the other. It looks like he doesn’t trust himself fucking in front of us all. I wait until he enters the second guy, then fall to my knees behind cowboy boots and lick his hole. He hisses his pleasure. I lick and chew on his hole. He’s been fucked by someone else before I got here and not just the silver haired top. His hole is puffy and ready. I slide in.

“Fuck,” he groans.

I am showing off. I pull out until I’m barely in his hole. Then plow forward. He is matching me, thrusting backward onto my hips. The silver top is gone. I pull out and enter Blue Jock. His hole is tight. I thrust more slowly. He is a squeezer. He milks my cock as I just rock it in. Then I’m out and back into Cowboy Boots. I take him by surprise. He grunts again. And announces to the room how good I feel in him. I thrust long and fast. Then switch back to be milked. A cute boy has been inspired. He climbs on the mattress and presents his cock to Cowboy Boots to suck. Another man in full leather goes up Boot’s ass. I stay put for a long while, being milked and fucking Blue Jock with a steady slow rhythm. At one point the other top and I switch off.

When I slow for a breather, I look around. We’ve ignited the party. Guys are crowding into the dark room so that oral is spilling out on both side sides of that corridor. A Hot young man is in the sling getting plowed by a rough looking top. Another bottom is at the leather sling, opening cans of Crisco. A thirty-something cub, dressed in torn underwear, is in the piss tub, being hosed down.

Fuck yeah….and it’s just 11’oclock. I’ve got another 6 hours….
　
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