IML--Saturday. Making Porn and Making Piss

Chicago—May, 2014

I tried to sleep in, but it was almost impossible with my strong body clock.  On the other hand, it was certainly nice to lie wrapped around a hot man in that “not quite awake—not quite asleep” state.  Marco and I showered, ate and went back to the Vendor Market to buy the yellow and black neoprene harness.  I never wear my leather one at the piss party—I don’t like getting it that wet.  The neoprene will clean much more easily.  And we both think it looks good on my thinner chest.

When we got back to the room, I started prepping for the 2pm shoot of Ryan Cummings’ gangbang.  Ryan will take dick and loads from 2pm until 2am.  The director wanted me in the first hour of filming—and then suggested I come back later.  The cameras go away for the afternoon while Ryan will take guys who don’t want to appear on video.  They will film a second sequence at 10pm and another to wrap it up at 2am.  I know I can’t make 10pm as I will just be done with the piss party, so I agreed to come back to the last sequence.  I wondered about what to wear—as the director suggested two looks.  I decided on my Air Force flight suit—an easy access costume—and looks really good on my slender frame.  I’ll save my leathers for my late night appearance…

I get upstairs.  I hand a handsome man acting as door keeper my model release form.  They take yet another picture of my IDs framing my face.  We say hello to Ryan who looks great in a harness and black jock.  He tells the five of us that he wants us to just have sex, not act.  He would like to use the bed and a coffee table for variety.  He points to the electronic sign above the bed with a red lit zero on it.  After we shoot, we hit the button to advance the number.  He talks a little about his involuntary orgasms.  How me can shoot dozens of times in a two hour fuck.  And then we wait.  I look at the other men.  We are all aware that we suddenly have to be hard on demand.  Our hands go to our cocks. Checking them—as if they weren’t there—or worse, won’t function.   One of the men is a guy about my age I shared hole with last night at the party.  He has the fattest cock I have ever seen.  It’s not very long, but bigger around than the proverbial beer can.  He’s dressed in athletic gear that shows every mound of that dick.  Next to me is a man in his early 40’s—with a chest every man in the room wishes he had.  He strokes the most nervously of all of us.  His harness shows off his pecs to perfect advantage.  And the leather peaked cap gives a great leather daddy look.  On my other side is a short, lithe elfin man.  He is maybe late 30’s but likely early 40’s and cute as fuck.  He’s totally naked—lithe and trim and hairy—then puts on clothes when he realizes we have to walk into the room to start the scene.  The last top is the youngest.  I guess he’s late 20’s.  He has the good looks of youth, dark hair, ebony skin and a generous dick out lined in his pants.

The Director—the director/camera man from my other porn with Bad Seed--is also there with a second camera man.  We are to wait in the hall, then arrive, strip down and go at it.  Ryan will start on all fours on the foot of the bed.

Out we go into the hall while the Director and Ryan talk a little more.  The door keeper joins us.  We chat about all the loads Ryan has taken already this trip.  He’s aiming high. 

The Director opens the door.  “Who wants to go first?”

All of us look at each other.  And fumble with our cocks under our clothes.

“I will.”  I step from my place in line and move to the door.  I wait. 

“Action.”

I walk in.  All I can see in Ryan’s perfect ass.

“Are you going to breed me, Daddy?” Ryan asks, with his slight Canadian accent.

“Yeah, boy.”  I don’t waste time with any more dialogue; I fall to my knees and start licking his ass.  I unzip the flight suit from neck to my crotch.  My cock juts out.  I stroke and add some lube to it.  It’s the last lube used in our hour of shoot.  I rise and thrust in. Ryan’s first cock of the shoot.

“Arggh!” Ryan groans.  He pants and asks for more.  The other guys file in as I fuck.  They form a semi-circle around the foot of the bed.   Watching and stoking.  Stripping down as needed.  The second camera man is on the bed shooting down on us.  I feel the heat of the light from the Director’s camera on my legs; he’s down under me filming my cock pistoning in.  As soon as I sense the Director moves, I slap Ryan’s ass and point to Beer Can Cock to take over.  I step to the side and watch the scene.  Ryan has his first orgasm, which wracks his body.

We all take a turn with him on the bed.  Sometimes we are up on it with him, with our cocks in his mouth.  When the fifth guy has fucked him, Ryan gets up and drags the table into the scene.  We rotate again, spit roasting Ryan on the table.  He has at least two more involuntary cum shots.  It’s now clear liquid and incredibly slippery. 

I scoop some off the table apply it to my cock.  “Let’s fuck this back into you.”  Ryan moans around the cock in his mouth. 

The room is getting very warm.  Ryan flips onto his back.  I hold one of his legs in the air.  I have to do incredible knee bends when it’s my turn to fuck in this position.  It hurts and is awkward.  I let one of the shorter guys take my place.

Ryan has had at least four orgasms before one of us shoots.  It’s the lithe man.  He pulls out.  Buffed Chest cleans his cock and plunges into Ryan to fuck in the load.  The number on the counter changes to one. 

It’s back to the bed, Ryan on all fours.  Buffed Chest and I realize we love the same things.  We make sure we clean the others’ cock after each fuck. 

It’s Buffed Chest who shoots next.

Then the lithe man drops a second load.

I move quickly to the dripping hole.  I felch, leaving a little on Ryan’s taint for the camera and push in. 

I shoot.

Lithe man is still at the counter and racks up my number four. 

I zip up and leave quietly—needing to get to the piss party.  But not before Buffed Chest suggests we play later.

*****

I drove Joe, my roommate from CLAW, to the piss party.  It was already in full swing.  I’d forgotten it started early for IML.

The room is full of new faces.  Men are everywhere—in the pool, wallowing in piss, giving head under the bar and the back corners, getting covered as they kneel behind the screens.  I strip out of my flight suit, don the new harness and keep my boots and jock.  I grin at the cute bag check boy who occasionally allows me to drink from him.

I need to piss.  I have chugged water the entire drive there.  I cover a cute slave boy as his hot Master nods his approval.

“Look who’s here.”  I am grabbed by an attractive man I can’t place.  “Look at this dick,” he tells his friends standing at the bar.  “I took it at CLAW.”  Oh, my God.  It’s the Uniform Man I fucked in front of the crowd at one of the Recon Parties.  One of his friends instantly backs into me.  My cock is up his ass.  I pound him hard, so he has to bend and clutch the bar.

“Damn.  You took something this big?”  the friend queries Uniform Man as I fuck.

“In front of a big group, too.”  He turns to me.  “I’ll find you later, once I warm up with someone else.”

Sadly, he leaves early and never does.

I fuck some more.  Piss a lot more.

I find Arizona Daddy from last night.  He gives me one of the few piss loads I get to drink down.  Most of the party is spent hosing the IML attendees who are new to me.

I rarely see Joe, but when I do he’s wallowing in cock and piss.

The party winds down an hour before end time—likely since it started early.  Joe and I leave, giving Arizona Daddy a ride back to the hotel.   

 *****

I eat.  I nap.  I get up in time to dress in my leathers for round two with Ryan.  I go up at 1:30am to see how it’s going.  The load count is at 53.  A gorgeous Latino is fucking Ryan as I go in.  An old man sits on the couch. He tells me he is the official fluffer.  He rakes his teeth across my cock.  I tell him to stop.  He can’t believe he just hurt my over-used dick.

Various men come in and scuttle out as they learn we are filming in 15 minutes.

The Director arrives with a bearded hunk.  He has a great cock with that piercing known as Jacob’s ladder— three or four sets of bars under the skin of his dick, capped with tiny balls.  Speed bumps for Ryan’s ass he tells me.  We tell the beautiful Latino to stay for the filming.  He’s already given Ryan two loads.

We clear the room.  The two of them do the ID stuff.  I suggest I go last so that I round out the fuck-a-thon.  The Director likes that a lot. 

The Latino goes first.  On the bed and fast.  #54

The Bearded Hunk shoves Ryan up against the window and enters him there.  The Director gets a terrific shot of the Chicago skyline at night behind the rutting.  They stop as they can’t get underneath shots without too much glare on the window.  Bearded Hunk throws him on the bed.  Ryan is face down.  He tries to get up on all fours, but BH pushes him flat and throws Ryan a mean, in charge fuck.   #55

“I’m back.”  I pull Ryan around, back to our initial starting place.  He mumbles something about my monster dick.  He gets ups on all fours.  I taste the loads just shot in him.  I enter.  I fuck as hard as the man before me.  I show no mercy for his 12 hour fuck marathon.  I shoot—almost involuntarily.  BH hits the button.  #56

I’m still hard.  My cock doesn’t acknowledge that I shot.  I lick at the load I’ve left.  I push in again.  I fuck.  This time I have the convulsive orgasm I want.  I buck and spray into Ryan.

After we recover, we set up the end shot of me walking to the button.  I press it.  The Director pans up to the #57 glowing above Ryan’s ass.  I walk by, slap his butt affectionately and the camera zooms in on his dripping hole.