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…