IML 2018: Four Leather Pigs

Chicago—May, 2018

The next afternoon, Sunday, I had made plans to see Derrick and Jacob.  The three of us all wanted to play again with the leather bear we had played with during CLAW and IML the year before—and who I had christened Scott for the purposes of the blog.  I now have his permission to tell my readers that Scott is Steve Sommers, who makes hot porn for a number of companies.

I drove into downtown.  The guys were at a nicer, boutique hotel which was within walking distance of the IML host hotel.  I parked and entered the impressive lobby, over run not with leather men, but a large group of women who looked like they were headed to a bridal shower.  I found the elevators easily and escaped the shrill chatter.  Jacob answered the door.  He was fully dressed in street clothes—which I found slightly disconcerting—being so used to him answering the door naked or in fetish gear.  I came in and found Derrick changing into his leather vest and a jock.  I stripped down and put on my chaps and harness while Jacob made me some tea.

Jacob changed, too, while telling me Steve would be a little late. He would be bringing a camera and a tripod—if I was ok with being filmed.  The pair had seen Steve last night while I was at the piss party.  They had given him an impromptu gangbang.  My dick thickened at the thought of the loads I could have eaten out of his hole. 

In the next moment Steve arrived.  He stripped and set up the tripod.  And in moments, my face was buried in his ass…

Steve is kneeling on the edge of the bed.  My tongue is poking into his hole.  I can’t stop thinking about all those cocks that were in him last night.  I hear Jacob flop down on the bed and give Steve a cock to suck while I eat him out.  Derrick is manning the camera—or he was when I could last see anything but these full hairy cheeks.  Steve groans around the dick in his mouth.  His ass is pushing back onto my tongue.  Hard.  He wants something else in him—and I’m more than ready to give it to him.

I stand up and my dripping dick slides into him.  To the root.  In one stroke.  Steve pulls off Jacob’s cock and tells me he’s missed my dick.  I begin a slow, relentless fuck stroke.  I come almost all thy way out of him each time.  I grind myself against him each time I bottom out.  I fuck him hard—with an occasional slap to his ass.

I motion Derrick to come over and use Steve.  He spells me.  I move around and replace Jacob in Steve’s mouth.  He cleans his ass juices off my dick.  I watch Derrick fuck and Jacob jerk.  Soon enough I am back up Steve.  Derrick has given him his dick to clean.  When he pulls out, he positions Jacob next to Steve.  The boys are side by side as we plow into them.  Steve and Jacob turn to each other and kiss.  My dick gets harder still, if that’s possible.

Derrick and I switch asses.  We fuck both of them.  Back and forth.

Suddenly Steve rears up.  He’s rampant.  He gets up, spits on Jacob’s hole and fucks him.  I watch for a moment, then I move behind Steve and stick my cock back into his hole.  I stand stock still and let him fuck into Jacob and fuck himself on the back stroke.  Derrick zooms the camera lens at us.  I grab Steve’s hips and fuck him hard enough that Jacob can feel each thrust, too.

We can’t keep that up for long.  We collapse into a squirming pile of flesh on the big bed.

*****

I am lying on the bed.  Jacob is getting fucked while he’s bent over sucking my dick.  I have my eyes closed, I don’t know who is thrusting into him.  When I feel it stop, Jacob scrambles up and sits on my face—letting me tongue his freshly fucked hole.  Derrick begins sucking my cock—and soon I can feel him being fucked by Steve.  When Steve pauses, Jacob gets off me and Derrick brings his wet hole to my face.  Jacob bends Steve over—who now sucks my dick while he gets plowed.  Soon enough, Steve settles on my probing tongue, telling me how good it feels.

I have another round of all three wet fuck holes planted on my tongue.  I am in sensory overload.  Ass juices are oozing and pre-cum is everywhere. 

*****

We re-group.  We drink some water. 

With the break over, we end up all fucking Jacob.  One after the other.  I start and finish.

Steve begins fisting Derrick.  He lets me take over—and Steve moves to his mouth.  I go in easily after all the play.

Soon Steve has his hand in Jacob.  The partners are side by side—taking our hands.

We switch:   Steve works over Derrick, I play with cock and hand in Jacob’s tighter butt.

For a brief moment I slide most of my hand alongside Steve’s while he is deep in Derrick.

The camera card is full—a long time ago.

We just re-group on the bed…

One of the reasons I delayed writing this up was I thought I would be posting the video.  I don’t have it yet—but I know I will.  We are all fine with sharing it with you.

IML 2018: The Piss Party

Chicago—May, 2018

I have always written up IML on the spot.  But this year I was there for such a short time, I thought I would rather have sex during my limited stay than sit and write about it.  Here is the first of three sessions I managed to squeeze in during my time there.

I arrive in town on Saturday morning.  The first big change is that I am not at the host hotel or any of those clustered around it.  I have opted for staying up on the north side of the city near the piss party.  I check in and haul my gear into the room.  Today is leather lite—it’s the piss party which starts earlier than usual.  I begin to hydrate as I unpack.

Soon enough I arrive at the bar.  The cute new bartender lets me in the back door, straight into the back bar.  I begin setting up the sling, tucked into the corner near the big television screen.  I talk to the party’s host.  I kiss the cute Coat Check Otter hello.  I promise him a fuck if he can get away.

The men start streaming in right as the doors open.  I love the IML party for you have piss starved men from all over finally able to be soaked in a safe space.  This year doesn’t disappoint.  The room fills in the first hour with new faces and regulars.

My first piss of the afternoon covers three squirming pigs in the pool.  They vie to drink from my arcing stream and coat their chests with all that they don’t swallow.  I sit down along the side wall and hydrate.  I let man after man suck my dick.  Occasionally, I return the favor, but usually I just let them lick my balls and swallow my shaft.

I wander. 

I piss on the hard cock of a cute kid from Texas.  I fall to my knees and suck him clean of all my juices.  He does the same to me.  He pulls off my rigid cock and tells me that now he wishes he had cleaned his ass for this party.  I thank him and move on.

*****

Two hours in.

I am in the corner opposite the sling, on the other side of the television.  The sling has been busy with a series of men.  The clank of the chains has been pretty constant—but I haven’t gotten near it yet.  A hand, waist height,  reaches out from the corner in front of me.  He pulls me in—by my dick.  I can only tell he’s late 40’s, with a shaved head and some tats. 

“Do you have any piss?”

I do.  I let my hard, but slightly relaxed cock rest on his lips.  I let go with a short blast.  He grunts his appreciation.  I do it again.  And once more.  My piss drinker turns into a cock sucker.  He gives me expert head.  I am now so hard I can’t give him any more piss.  I let him work every inch of shaft and flared cock head.  Over and over.

He stands up, slightly shaky.  I pull him into a kiss.  He’s surprised, but pleased.  He’s as good a kisser as he is a cock sucker.  “I would love to feel you in my hole,” he whispers, “but you’re just too big.”

I smile.  And tell him to bend over.  He looks a little frightened, but does as he’s told, bracing himself with his hands against the wall.  I smack his hairless ass with my cock.  I go to my knees and begin to eat out his hole.  Right around his tight pucker is the only place where he seems to have any hair.  My tongue drills his tight hole.  I spit on him—right on the spot.  My tongue forces it inside him.  I do it again and again.

I stand up.  I don’t try to fuck him.  I piss on his ass crack.  He lets out a contented yelp the moment the liquid spills onto the floor.   I kneel again and lick up every drop of my piss that’s left in his crack.  He’s moaning now.  “Eat my pissed out hole,” he murmurs.  “I want your cock in me…”

I stand up.  His hole has relaxed.  I go slowly—but I can enter his ass with no problem.  He’s tight and his ass canal clings to me.  He’s groaning loudly—but in a “fuck me harder” way.  He’s taking me like a champ and knows it.  I hold onto his hips and pick up the speed.  My balls are slapping his super wet cheeks.  He reaches to stroke his cock—but I can feel him spewing his load before he can get his fist around it.  His ass clenches with each spurt.  Heaven.

I pull out, turn him around and kiss him.  He drops to his knees to clean his ass juices off my dick.  I have to concentrate, but I can give him a quick jet of piss into his mouth, too.  He’s surprised again when I pull him up and kiss him, long and hard…

****

Three hours in.

The Coat Check Otter finds me.  He has the host covering for him.  I fuck him in the sling.  He is a great fuck—and our having not seen each other for a long time adds to it.  I let another horned up man fuck him, too.  Then I fuck the cum out of the Otter and send him back to work—wetter than when he found me.

*****

Four hours in.

A younger couple is fucking in the sling.  The top is tall and rangy.  The bottom more of a cub.  When they see me, the top waves me over.

“Thanks for bringing the sling, man.”

I tell him I love to have it here, too.

“My boy wants you to fuck him.”

I look at the Cub with a rather crooked smile.

“As a thank you,” the top continues.  He’s balls deep in the Cub all this time.  The Top bends over and says, softly, but loud enough to make sure I hear it—“Make me proud.”  He pulls out of the Cub and starts to wipe his dick with his right hand.

I push it away and clean his ass juiced dick.  He pulls me off and pushes my face into his partner’s wet hole.  The Cub is a great self luber.  I spend a long time licking him clean.

I stand up and insert.  His ass all but pulls me in.  He’s is wet and hot.  And a milker. 

By his side, the BF strokes as he watches my bigger dick plow into the Cub.  “I love to watch him take dick.  But only dicks like yours.”  He bends down and spits into the Cub’s mouth.  “Make him feel good.  This Daddy needs a cum dump.”

I am beginning to think that indeed I do.  I fuck harder.  I make the chains rattle.  “You want a turn?” I ask the top.

He nods.  It’s his turn to clean my dick—and spit it into the Cub’s eager, open mouth.  He doesn’t eat his ass, which looks really frothy.  Does he already have a load or two?

The Top fucks him.  I stand at the side.  I touch the Top’s hip.  His hand moves mine to his ass.  I stroke it.  My middle finger finds his pucker. “FUCK.”  It’s all it takes.  He is firing round after round into his partner.  He shudders with each blast.  I watch the Cub milk him dry.

“Fuck, yeah, now clean me up.”

I fall to my knees as he pulls out.  I don’t go for his dick; my tongue catches a mini waterfall of sperm from the Cub’s open hole.  Only then do I clean up the Top.  Again, I am pulled off his dick and pushed into the cummy ass crack.  He holds me there—as if I would want to be anywhere else.

Finally he lets me up.  I stand and drive into the Cub.  He was wet before.  Now he is overflowing.  It can’t be seed from just this one top.  I fuck him hard, delighting in the squishy sounds my dick makes on each stroke.

A man comes by and hoses us down.  He concentrates on the Cub’s chest—but also right on where we are joined together.

That’s my trigger.  I shoot rope after rope.  I shoot a week’s worth of cum into the Cub.

I hold in him for a long time—letting him milk every drop.

Eventually, when my head clears, I pull out and taste the combined cum in his hole…

Guest Writer: Jake Spends a Night in the Playroom

As promised, here's Jake's take on our play:

Nine hours of hard driving brought me to the door of FelchingPisser’s Michigan HQ by 6 PM. I had spent a week in a city far to the south, and had arranged to stop in at FP’s on my way home. It was a race against the clock to cover 550 miles, starting out at 8 AM, but taking a few less-traveled roads worked in my favor. One thought kept me alert and on track the whole time:  FP was setting up his playroom for one last man-sex hurrah before summer guests arrived.

I staggered a bit as I went up the front walk, but FP was there to greet me. We chatted awhile, and I headed for the bathroom to clean out and clean up for play. It always seems to take longer when the clock is ticking in your ear, but nature finally took its course. I headed for the playroom. I hadn’t brought my harness along, so I strapped on FP’s wrist restraints: his brother’s handiwork, they are beautifully made of heavy leather stock. “Hot as fuck” for playroom wear.

FP strode in, booted and clad in his piss-yellow jock. It was not nearly so aromatic as some of his others, but that proved to be the only disappointment of the night. The FP penis was still semi-soft (that, huge for most other guys) and I soon was waking it to life, taking advantage of its pre-erection state to practice deep-throating it; I’ve been working on that challenge for many years. Neither of us said more than a word or two; the sex play unfolded itself in silence in which shared thoughts, sharp glances, and subtle gestures moved the action along.

FP nodded to the fuck bench and I threw myself on it. He adjusted my ass to fucking height. He rimmed me for just a bit and then thrust in his dick. We were soon deep into a long hard fuck. I was zoning out, sinking deep into the feeling of it, happily getting lost in it all. A few blasts of poppers and I was off and away. Grunts and moans rose from deep within, and all was sheer sensuous bliss. Again and again FP worked my hole until I was fucking back, arching my back, thrusting against his pelvis, trying to crush his dick with my ass muscles.

FP paused the action to afford me the pleasure of suctioning the ass juices off his massively erect fucking tool. Then out came the dildos in sequence, from “average” size up to enormous, to alternate with or else to assist FP’s dick in stretching my asshole and filling my insides. The largest dildo slid easily into place, and FP thumped, banged, and hammered on it.  My ass took it all and begged for more.

FP got me to my feet somehow and pointed me to the sling. But he dropped the front end of the sling, and chained my wrists to the upper bar  He then strapped on the matching ankle restraints and chained my feet to the base of the sling stand. Fitting me with a leather blindfold (new for me), FP teased me with a bit of pain play:  slapping and paddling my balls, pinching and crushing my nips, and finally slapping and fucking my ass. 

At long last FP decided it was fisting time. I climbed onto the sling and settled in, getting my ass well out in front. There is always a lull in the proceedings at this point. FP arranges things to his liking: lube there, chair here, drop cloth in position, and then donning his gloves, all the time studying my face or my ass hole. A true showman, he knows that I am geeked up by it all, breathing faster, trembling a bit, and wanting my hole worked as only FP can. He gave me one last inspecting glance, and knew I was ready for him to thrust in without further ado.

And so he did; at first it seemed FP was going to go for double-wide fisting, but changed course. He rather seemed bent on seeing just how much play I could take, varying the approach in terms of speed, depth, hand formation, direction, etc.

When we started fisting the early summer sun was still pouring in at the window; we played on until the last light of day was fading. At some point FP thrust open the window, and we played with warm summer air and street sounds wafting in; almost as good as fisting under the open sky. My inner exhibitionist was pleased by the feeling of being on display. FP is always happy to use my ass for demonstration purposes!

It was a long program of assplay experimentation. We did a long spell with a speculum inserted; FP has a super-sized speculum that is scary to look at. He sometimes fucks me with it in place, but tonight he seemed to want to study how my asshole responded to its constant stretch, and what spots were the most responsive to his touch. When he finally pulled it out, I was amazed at how hot its stainless steel fingers were after being inserted for so long. 

As the assplay progressed, more and more of it was aimed at my prostate, but only in a teasing way. Finally I was begging FP to ram it head-on. He worked it in every possible way:  with either fist, with one or more fingers, and finally, with his huge black dildo. And sometimes stroking, then thrusting, and finally ramming it home. Sometimes in short bursts, and then in long blasts. And as a finale, one long, long blast, that seemed it might last forever.

At some point (I don’t remember it all very clearly) we did a time out for FP to stretch his back while I dozed off on the bed. When I hopped out of the sling, precum poured onto the floor. And when that final long, long blast let up, more precum (mixed with piss? I’m not sure) poured from my dick and down over one hip, forming a puddle beside me in the sling.

As usual, I had no idea of how long or how hard FP had worked my ass, and only wanted him to go on and on. I let him decide when to call it a day. When he did, it was past 9:30 PM, and we needed to head to a nearby eatery for refreshment.  We pulled on our clothes and walked to the restaurant. I was pleasantly buzzed with post-fisting euphoria; FP kept the conversation going, with shop talk, family stories, commentary on the poker game on the big screen TV, etc.

Then back again to the house, where FP put me to bed in the playroom for the night. I thought about sleeping in the sling, but realized how miserable it might be without FP looking at me from his side of the sling. But during the night, my eyes could see the sling stand or fuck bench looming up in the light of street lamps filtering through the window shade. When I rolled the other way, I could see my naked body showing well in the mirror. Another “bucket list” dream fulfilled!

Jake: Deeper and Deeper

My Playroom—May, 2018

My summer workload was to start the moment I came home from IML on Memorial Day.  I knew I was packing the sling for the piss party there, but I thought I’d get a start on packing up the whole playroom before I left.  Just as I was getting out the big suitcase for the rimseat and towels, I got a message from Jake, the fisting bottom I’ve known longer than anyone else on my current list of fuckbuds.  He was traveling home from the east coast and wondered if we could arrange a meet on his way home. 

I stopped packing and set things back up.

Jake looked a little tired when he arrived, right at when I’m usually sitting down for dinner—but tonight I had a different kind of meal in mind.  He hopped in the shower and looked refreshed when he came out.  He went up to the playroom and I went to my bedroom to put on my jock and boots...

Jake has put on the wrist restraints that hang from the chains.  I make a mental note of it to use them later.  I let him suck my cock to full hardness.  It doesn’t take long.  I have been thinking about this all day—one of the reasons I love to plan ahead.  I point to the fuck bench.  I want to bury my face in his ass—the ass I am going to use in so many ways tonight.

My tongue goes inside him.  He’s still warm and damp from the shower.  I leave behind generous amounts of spit.  I want as little artificial lube as possible for the first fuck.  I stand up and insert.  Jake gasps and opens the poppers.  The vapors open his hole.  I am fucking into his now juicy ass at full strength.  I pull out and walk the length of the bench to his head.  He doesn’t need any words to convince him to taste his ass juices on my dick.  He licks me clean. Hungrily. 

I plunge back into his ass.  I fuck him hard.  Eventually, I slow and pull out, offering him my cock once again to spit polish.  When I go back to his butt, I grab the egg-headed dildo and work that in first.  My cock travels down the ribbed shaft of the toy.  It has tightened his hole right back down to the feel I had when I began.  I fuck happily as Jake huffs more poppers.

I pull out and reach for the fairly large black butt plug.  It takes a moment even for this most accommodating ass to make the final stretch before it pops shut around the core of the toy.  I stretch him a little more—working at adding a fingertip in with the toy.

I fuck him some more.  Hard enough to get a groan or two out of him.

I grab the big black toy that reminds me vaguely of a Christmas tree, with its progressively bigger ridges for his ass to close around.   It gets sucked in.  My fist taps on the end—making it shake and move deep inside Jake.  There is no way I can add any of me into him with this toy—it’s that thick.

I now beat the end of the toy sticking out of his butt.  Jake groans.  I pull it out and fuck him on the bench one last time.

We move to the sling—but I unclip the lower end of the sling and let it hang by just two chains.  At the free end of the stand, I clip the restraints on his wrists to the hanging chains above his head.  I get the spreader bar and fasten the ankle restraints on either end of it to him.  I take the leather blindfold and buckle it around his head.  He is helpless.  And loving it.

I grab his nuts and pull the sack until it is as tight as possible.  I slap it with my open hand, again and again.  I use the leather paddle on them, too.  I move to his plump nipples.  I twist one.  I bite one.  I want to make sure that he doesn’t know what is going to happen to him next.  I go back to his balls.  I even suck his plumped, but not hard, cock for a bit.

I move around behind him.  My hard dick finds his ass crack.  I reach around and twist his nipples some more.  I kneel and paddle his ass, then begin licking it—needing to pull his cheeks apart.  I paddle the wet cheeks once more.  I want to piss his ass crack, but I haven’t drunk quite enough tea to make it happen.  I settle for fucking him roughly.  It feels totally different with him standing and being made to take it…

*****

Jake is in the sling.  I have eight fingers in him.  I do a wide lateral stretch.  Hold.  Pull both hands out.  He’s ready.  My right hand glides into him.  Now the left.  Back and forth.  Sometimes with my thumb up.  Sometimes twisted so my thumb is down.

Now it goes in thumbs up and I turn it 180 degrees deep inside him.  And back again.  The right hand now does the same thing.

I repeat the toys. 

I fuck him a little more—but his ass now needs bigger things than my dick.

The speculum is lubed and inserted.  It’s cranked wide.  I play with his prostate.  I stroke it, over and over.  He tells me to pinch it.  My fingers find it again and I do as instructed.  Jake writhes in exquisite agony.

I stick my dick in him one last time.  I feel the blend of metal and flesh on my cock.  I fuck, pull out and go back to toying with his prostate, making his dick drool.

With the speculum out, my open right hand goes into him again.  Slowly.  It’s crawling deeper and deeper.  I find his second hole.  My middle finger pokes through.  I stand up.  I keep up the pressure and bend my hand so he can take another finger.  It’s as deep as I’ve ever been in him.  My cheek now rests on his belly.  I can feel my hand move inside him.  I keep moving forward.  Millimeter by millimeter.  Barely moving—but always with a slight forward push.

Jake signals he needs me to back off. 

I do.

But I go up him again.  Every bit as slowly and just as deeply.

This time he calls a halt.  His ass has taken more than I’ve ever given it.

We look at the clock:  three and a half hours of ass play.

We go off, well sated, to dinner.


Jake has also written up his version of this play session.  It is scheduled to be published in 24 hours.

Cock After Cock

Near Home—May, 2018

By the middle of the next week, I was incredibly horny.  CumUnion had not sated me, but made me boned.  I woke up on Wednesday with a massive hardon.  I couldn’t do anything about it until the weekend.  I didn’t even try to find someone online.  I wanted multiple men.  Multiple dicks in my mouth. Multiple men giving me head.  And a nice muscled ass where I could leave my load deep inside.

I found some of that at the bookstore…

The parking lot is about half full.  I go in, pay my admission and go to piss.  I put on my cock ring and then head to the straight side.  Two men are in the theatre—two regulars who make a point of showing disgust if anything gay happens near them.  I turn around and head to the gay theatre.  One man is watching, with his hand shoved under the waistband of his Bermuda shorts.  He’s not much to look at—but I’m cum hungry and don’t care.

We watch each other.  I take out my dick.  This emboldens him to take out his cock, too.  It’s bigger than average and, from the way he’s handling it, drooling a lot of precum.  I nod at him.  He spreads his legs slightly.  I take a drink from my water bottle, preparing to kneel in front of him.

The door opens.  In a flash his cock is put away.  A new man walks in and sits between us.  Even though the new guy hauls out his cock to jack (and I do the same) nothing will convince the first man to expose himself again.  I give him up for a lost cause.

Ten minutes later, the first man stands up to leave.  But he doesn’t—he goes into the dark area behind the door.  I glance back.  I can just see that his cock is out and drooling—waiting for me.  I go back, fall to my knees and take him in my mouth.  He grunts and gives me a load in a matter of minutes.

I lick him clean—but he wraps his cock in two or three layers of paper towels, before stuffing it back into his briefs and exits.

“Can I do that to you?” says the new man, as I sit back down.

I spread my legs—giving him access.

He gives me good head—if not great.  He enjoys it more than I do for in a few minutes he stops and, as he gets up, I see a puddle of his cum between my boots on the dirty linoleum.

I am alone for quite some time.

The Latino, who never cleans out but always wants to get fucked, enters.   He stays by the side wall, jerking his dick.  Soon he is fingering his ass, looking pointedly at my dick.  I’m not going there—knowing what I know.  A younger guy comes in.  I’ve seen him hanging around the arcade side before—but never in here.  He falls to his knees in front of me without asking and swallows me down.   I am amazed when the Latino come over and feeds me his cock.  He fucks my mouth as I am given really good head.  And the Latino cums in my mouth.  I swallow.  He takes off.

The kid keeps working on me…but my dick is programmed for a lot more stimulation.  He stops, looking up at me.  “Can’t you shoot?”

“I could if I fucked you.”

He is up and out the door instantly.

I wait.

Eventually, a man in his 40’s, with good muscles under a thin T-shirt, comes in.  He stands against the wall and gropes himself as he watches me stroke my cock in time to the fucking on the screen.

“You want it?”  I ask.

He nods and kneels between my legs.  He’s mostly a good sucker.  That is until he gets caught up in the moment and his teeth rake my hard cock.  He is stroking himself as he sucks.  Too late, I remember the pool of jizz down there and hope he’s wearing jeans he doesn’t really care about.  I listen to his breathing.  He has to be getting close.

“Don’t waste your load,” I mutter.  “Feed it to me.”

He grunts what I take to be assent.  In moments he stands up and sticks an uncut cock in my mouth.  He blasts a really delicious load down my throat.  I work his foreskin back with my tongue to clean every inch of his cock head.

*****

I am alone a long time.  An older man, who I’ve fucked before, comes in.  He asks if I want to fuck. 

I tell him yes.

He drops his shorts and kneels on the seat of a chair.  I eat his ass.  He’s pretty hairless except for right around the not so tight pucker.

I enjoy the brief rimming.  I am actually eager to fuck and breed.

“Fuck me, man.”

I stand up and enter him.  My raw cock going into him feels really good after all the head from others.  I hold a moment on entry.  I feel him relax and start a slow fuck.

“Harder.”

I comply.

“Give it to me,” he grunts out.

I fuck him as hard as I can.

“I’m going to shoot,” I tell him.

“Not inside!”  He twists away from my cock.  He sits on the seat—protecting his ass.  He fists his tiny dick.  I’m a good sport and go to my knees.  I take him in my mouth.  My finger worms into the hole I just fucked.

He gives me his small load the moment I touch his prostate.  He gets up and gets out of there fast.

I wait again.

No one.  Either side.  I am alone in entire store.

I’ve had four loads shot in my mouth—but my load has to join the one on the dirty linoleum. 

CumUnion Cums to Indy

Indianapolis—May, 2018

So the end of April was CLAW and you have likely read about my experiences there where I shared a room with the Professor and reported daily.  If not, here is the link to the beginning of that sex drenched weekend.

My first sex of May has also already been written up.  It was the re-match with Derrick and Jacob—where Jacob drank my piss for the first time.

By the second weekend of May, normally I would have gone into the piss party in Chicago, but with IML coming up Memorial Day Weekend, that gathering was delayed until IML.  I didn’t have to think too long about how to get my group sex quotient filled.  CumUnion had recently come to Indy and I wanted to check it out.  It was being held in one of the two bathhouses in that city—the one that is not a member of a national chain.

I used to go there quite regularly—using it as an overnight when I was working in the south.  I had come back to it when I was working near Indy in January.  It has three floors.  The sauna and steam room are in the basement, where they have also have tried to create a mini-slurp ramp but the platform is not the right height to use it properly, so let’s just call it a dark room.  There are also some single rooms down there and the lockers.  The first floor is all single rooms and a big screen projection room that does NOT show porn.  The top floor has a sling room, two television/porn lounges and many private rooms.

I checked into a motel (so I could actually sleep once CU was done), wrote a blog piece and drove over to the venue.  The parking lot was full…

It’s a good thing I want a locker—the rooms are gone—right at starting time.   I go down to the wet area and stow my clothes.  It’s busy.  Men of all types are everywhere.  Some are even groping each other while they look at a bank of televisions playing different porn channels.  I put my boots back on, add my yellow jock and my wrist bands.  I tuck the small lube bottle in the waist band of my jock and head upstairs. 

All the rooms have been taken by bottoms.  Everyone is ass up with either head buried in the pillow or looking at the porn on the television next to the bed.  Or the door is closed and you can hear the sounds of sex.  I sit in the larger, deserted TV room.  I knead my cock to plumpness, under the fabric on the pouch.  Guys begin to filter in.  A very hot, bearded blond is swaggering around with a hard seven inches.  He stands in front of me and pulls my head onto his slender cock.  I take him easily—and balls deep.  He begins to face fuck me.  I let him.  I move forward off the bench and to my knees.

The room begins to fill.

He likes me on my knees.  He holds onto my head and pumps.  Then he bends over me and reaches down to feel my hole—after all, aren’t all men in jocks bottoms?  I let him feel around as he doesn’t insert.  I finally stand up.  My cock has emerged from the pouch.  He takes one look at the size of it and moves away to fuck a very young man who is offering his hole—while holding his boyfriend’s hand.

Instantly a tatted cub comes over to suck me.  He’s great.  Soon he is offering me his hole, pulling off my cock and getting on all fours in front of me.  I join him on the floor.  I surprise him by rimming his used hole.  I glance at the hot blond.  I wait until he’s watching me before I plunge my cock into the Cub.  I fuck him until the Cub cums all over the padded floor.

*****

A tall lanky Black guy is all over me.  He knows me—and I finally have to ask where we met.  He reminds me I fucked him in the sling at the Nasty Kink Pig orgy at CLAW.  Of course.  It’s so obvious once he tells me.  We exchange blow jobs in the smaller TV room.  We are joined by two others.  We all take turns sucking all four cocks.  My CLAW friend fucks the Ginger man.  I fuck the graying bear.  Then we change holes.  My CLAW partner makes him cum with his long curved cock.  I pull out of the Ginger and tell him to fuck him some more.  I eat the Black ass on the back stroke.  I know what he really wants.  I stand up and fuck his ass—sandwiched between the two us—until he breeds the Ginger.

I begin to felch…

*****

I’ve been talking to ErosWired—an intelligent, funny bottom on BBRT and the Breeding Zone for some time.  I know he’s here tonight.  I want to see if his ass is as silky as advertised.

I find him in his room on the third floor.  He is astride the bed.  My tongue goes into his used hole.  He tastes great.  My cock soon follows—and yes, he is silky and talented.  I fuck him with his door open and we draw quite a crowd.  They are all talk—and rather loud at that.

I promise to find him later—it is too early for my load.

*****

A Cub is in the TV room.  There is a large crowd of bottoms sitting watching the television—but the Cub is the only one offering his ass.  I make use of it every time I go in there.

I felch him.

I fuck him.

He cleans my cock with gusto.

He’s great.

The third time I share him with a Latino.

The Cub cums hard—one cock in his mouth and one in his ass.  He’s too tired to clean the Latino’s dick.  I take care of that for him…

*****

It’s approaching the fifth and final hour of Cum Union.

I go into the steam room.  ErosWired is standing against the wall, his ass jutting out, invitingly.  Other men are there.  A beefy guy with a shaved head gets into EW before me.  I stroke as I watch his brutal fuck.

He pulls out.  I start to stand up and a large Black guy gets into his ass first.  Shaved Head is letting me suck EW’s juices off his dick.  When the Black guy pulls out, I do the same for him.  One dick on either side of me.  Shaved Head goes to fuck again.  He rabbit punches that willing ass.

He pulls out offering me his dick.  I lick him off and spit it onto EW’s hole.  I finally get to fuck.  His hole has been busy since I was here last.  It was great before—now it is fabulous.

“I want to cum.”  It’s the Black.

I pull out and let him fuck a load into EW.

The moment he pulls his dripping dick out—I move to get my dick in there with his fresh jizz.  I slip in—and my dick does that involuntary spew of seed—ejaculation without much feeling.  I pull out, kneel on the wet tiles and felch our two freshly mingled loads.  I’m still rampant.  Getting the mix of cum is my mouth triggers my real orgasm.  I stand up and blow a second time into his abused hole…