IML 2018: CumUnion in the Hole

Chicago—May, 2018

My last event of my shortened IML was Sunday night.  I ate lightly and took a quick nap when I got back to my motel after the fourway with Derrick, Jacob and Steve.  I wanted to be rested for the night:  an IML CumUnion.

I had done CumUnion in Chicago at Steamworks, but this CU gathering was in the Hole—the basement of a northside bar, just blocks from my motel.  I love new spaces and I was suddenly horned as I zipped up my flight suit over my leathers.

I paid my entrance fee and went downstairs.  There was a fuckbench set up by the long bar.  A low wall across from the bar had a series of urinals.  If you were at the bar, you could easily see who might feed you some piss.  An open door led to the backroom.  It was hot.  A clothes check station was right inside the door.  I stripped off the flight suit, made sure my lube was in the waistband of my chaps and stowed the suit in the gym bag I’d brought.  I handed it in and began to explore.

I had arrived about half an hour after the initial start time.  And the room was crowded.  It was a small area.  There were perhaps 4 slings set up.  There was a mattress area where I could see three men next to each other – all ass up and waiting to get fucked.  There was enough other space for guys to just bend and take dick.  The ceiling was low.  The upstairs piping hung low enough I had to watch not to walk into it.  It was dark, with some red lights glowing.

And all sorts of men were having sex…

Instantly I have hands all over me.  On my ass.  On the pouch of my jock.  On my nipples under the Bulldog harness.  The most insistent hand pulls me to the wall by my hardening cock.  I finally see the man as he turns around to kneel.  He’s thirty-odd and from somewhere in the Mid-East.  He is totally naked except for backless underwear, sneakers and knee pads.  A serious cock sucker.  And he proves it.  He gets me hard instantly and gives a terrific blow job, deep throating me time after time—often with a little choking sound as I bottom out.  My cock is soon covered with his deep spit.

He pulls off me.  I wonder if he’s cum, since he has been beating his curved cock all the time he’s been sucking.  He looks up at me.  “I don’t let myself get fucked very often, but I have to try to take you.”

He stands up and leans against the wall.  I surprise him when I start to rim his Arab ass.  I spit one last time into the jungle of coarse black hair and stand up.  I push into him easier than I expect to.  He grunts his satisfaction and tells me to not hold back.  I fuck him hard.

I fuck him until he splatters his load all over the concrete floor.

I surprise him even more by licking a pearl of his cum from his still angry looking cock head.  He thanks me and I move to the first sling.

I watch a young Black kid taking dick.  A white daddy is fucking him.  I watch, making eye contact with the top.  He grins and reaches out to touch my dick as he fucks into the ebony mounds in front of him.  The moment he touches my dick, he spasms into the young man’s ass, giving him a load.  He pulls out—and refuses my mouth as clean up.  I dive into the ass and begin felching daddy cum.  The guy in the sling is squirming.  I don’t think he’s even seen me.  I stand up and stick my dick into his cum slick hole.

“FUUUCK!”  He’s loud, but he takes me like a champ, helped along by the Daddy lube in his ass.  I fuck.  I pull out and make him clean my cock of cum.  He does, enthusiastically.  I go back to fucking.

I let another man fuck him as I have my dick in the bottom’s mouth a second time.  When I go back to fucking I realize the guy left a load without letting either of us know.  I pull out, felch some, fuck in it and feed the bottom again.

Another leather man wants him.  I give up the cummy hole and push deeper into the room.

*****

I fuck a guy in the sling next door.

I fuck each of the men ass up on the mattress…one after the other.  They egg each other on.  One of them is my fuckbud Cowboy Boots—and he has them on tonight.  He recognizes my cock and turns to make sure.  He grins and I give him the longest fuck so far.

*****

I need to piss.  I go off to the row of exposed urinals.  A rather seedy looking older man is kneeling between two of them.  I tell him to open his mouth wider.  I give him the contents of my bladder.

*****

I go back into the hot, dark room.  I find a hairy leather guy against the back wall.  He is spread as if the wall were a cross.  His ass is rounded perfection perfectly framed by his chaps.  I can’t see his face and he never sees me.  He feels my tongue work into his puffy pucker.

“Eat my hole, man,” he mumbles into the cinder block in front of him.

It’s a cummy mess.  I am pretty sure the leather guy in the back corner to our right is the man who just loaded him.  I felch until I am totally hard again after my piss.  I slap my engorged dick on his ass cheek.  I push in.  For an ass that is puffy from fucking and dripping with cum, I have to enter him carefully.  The guy on the wall tries to pull away.  “Too big…” he grunts. 

The leatherman in the corner grabs the man on the wall and whispers in his ear:  “Take it.  Do what he wants.  Make me proud of you.”

The bottom quiets down and arches his back.  I slip in.  He is tight and a great fuck.  He uses his muscles—working for my load.  The man in the corner smiles at me and tells me to use him hard.  I keep right on fucking.  I think about giving him my load, but it feels too early in the evening for that.  Another bottom comes over to us and bends over, thinking I might switch asses.  Instead, I push him to his knees and use his mouth to clean my cock of the accumulated spunk and ass juice.  This seems to make him every bit as happy.

*****

I fuck all types of men:  Latinos, Blacks, White, young and old.  It’s a diverse crowd.

I fuck men in the main bar.

I fuck men in another back hallway.

I fuck men in a tiled shower area I find late in the night.

*****

It’s now 4 hours later.  I want to give my load to one of the men I have already used that night.

The guy on the back wall is gone.

I can’t find Cowboy Boots.

I do find the Black guy who was my second fuck.  He’s still—or back—in the same sling.  His ass is dripping cum onto the concrete.   I suggest to the man to who I fed my piss to lick up the cum on the floor.  He looks at me as if I’d suggested he eat ground glass and flounces away.

I go to my knees and taste the ass in front of me.  He has to have been busy most of the night.  His hole is totally wrecked.  He can’t keep it closed.  Cum oozes from it onto my tongue.

“Your tongue feels so good after all that cock,” he tells me.

I am ready to get off.  I stand up.  I drool some cum into the guy’s mouth.  I deliberately get some on his chin—loving the color contrast.  My dick finds it is way into the wrecked hole. Fuck, it is the perfect place to add mine. 

I fuck.

I eat some more.

I fuck.

And blow my load deep into him.

I collapse onto him.  I lick up the drooled spunk off his chin and kiss the cum whore I just filled…