IML Sunday Afternoon: Cowboy Boots Takes My Fist and Zane Takes My Cock

 Chicago—May, 2022

My last day at IML was packed with mini events. 

Somewhere in the course of our talking about IML, Cowboy Boots let drop that he liked to be fisted.  I had never played with him outside of a hotel or bathhouse casual fuck/loading situation.  I also learned that he like to do some toy play.  So, naturally, I brought some along.

We had both been busy enough we hadn’t found time to do it.  I suggest we have a late morning or early afternoon play session.  That sounded good to him.  We used the sling set up in the living room of the suite…

 

As Cowboy Boots gets comfortable in the sling, he tells me not to be surprised if men walk in responding to his ad on BBRT.  I assure him that is no problem.  I eat his hole.   We are starting from the shower this morning.  He has had no visitors yet.  I tongue him open and fuck him.  Soon enough I add my eggheaded dildo—along with my cock.  He loves the stretch of the double fuck.

I pause, mid thrust.  A bear of a man has walked in.  He is Black and beefy.  He unzips and strokes himself hard as I fuck a few more strokes.  I step to the side.  He slides into CB.  He fucks him hard and fast, but not to orgasm.  He nods and leaves.

I grease up my bigger butt plug with the two ridges, a toy that often gives men pause.  Cowboy Boots takes it easily. 

I do a stretch with my speculum, but it is not necessary.  My greased left hand goes in quite easily. 

Another Black man is at the door.  He is tall and angular and already has his dick ready to go.  I step aside and let him fuck.  This guy seems to like that I’m in the room and as an audience to his fucking.  He suddenly stops and withdraws—thanking CB.  I go back to work—and find he did indeed nut inside CB.  I fist the cum deeper.

I use a thick toy of his on him next.  He knows the feel of this one and takes more of it than he tells me he usually does.

I go back to my hand. 

We have another Black man, tall and very heavy, in the door.  He just wants to watch.  He sits on the couch and reaches down the waist band of his sweat pants and plays with his dick.  I go back to fucking.

When he’s had enough watching, he thanks us and leaves.  I pull out the big black toy that is long and thick with the handle.  CB takes it.  Deeper than most men.

I do another round of alternating hands and we take a break…

*

I had let Zane, my hairy scent pig (who is a host of the Chicago house party I occasionally attend) to see if we could meet during this weekend.  It looked like we could, and then not, and then we could again.  He came to the room in the middle of the afternoon.  Cowboy Boots was entertaining in the bedroom, so we had the sling and the rollaway…

 

“I don’t have long…”

Zane looks great.  His beard is fuller.  I love how it grinds against mine as we kiss.  We strip off our shirts.  His face is instantly buried in my armpit—inhaling the aroma.  He lifts his opposite arm so we can 69 each other’s pits.  His are even more fragrant from being outside in the hot sun.  We lick and nuzzle and kiss.

We strip to jocks.  Zane goes to his knees and sucks me.  I have been hard from the moment I answered the door.  He gets my juices running out the tip of my cock. His tongue is busy and knows where my hot spots are.  He pulls off my cock, leaving it really wet.

“Sling.”

He nods and jumps in.  His feet find the stirrups and he needs no help in getting his ankles comfortably into them.  I go to my knees and tongue his ass with the same intensity as his dick sucking.  My tongue is rigid and drilling into his hole. When he flowers open, I lick and spit and watch the hairs on his ass cling together.

I stand up.  My cock slaps his testicles in the jock pouch.  His cock is hard and escaping from the side.  I lean down and lick up a pearl of pre-cum and spit it on my cock head.  Only then do I fuck my dick into him.  He gasps and his eyes roll up.  I hold for a second.  We make eye contact—and I begin to seriously fuck him.  My hips slap into his upturned ass with a wet slapping sound that fills the room.

I eat his hole again. 

I stand up and drool some of his ass juice into his mouth.  He groans and I begin round two.  A slower, more deliberate stroke.  He groans and tells me to fuck him harder.  I don’t at first, but soon I am back to the fast first speed.

“I want you to sit on my face.”

“Rimseat?”

“I didn’t bring it.”  I lie down on the rollaway.  He gets rid of his jock, climbs aboard and sit carefully on me.  My entire face feels his damp ass hair—and my tongue is perfectly lined up to go even deeper into his asshole.

He grunts and squirms, jerking his cock to my ass eating.  He knows to ride my dick after awhile.  He does it expertly.  Raising up and slamming himself down on my thick shaft.  He sits on my face again.  He’s wetter now.  His ass lube is in overdrive with my big dick.

“Fuck me again.  Please.”

He gets off my face.  We both want the sling.  I glance at the clock and know I need to send him home soon.

I spit on his hole and slide in.  He has grabbed his cock and is jerking frantically.  Our eyes connect again.  I lean across him and kiss him.  Deeply.  We hold it a long time.  We can’t get enough of each other’s tongues.

But it’s back to fucking. 

Hard.

Fast.

Insistent.

He jerks in rhythm to the plowing his is taking.

I nod at him—a “go for it” look. 

He closes his eyes, his hand a blur…and the jizz arcs out of his body, covering his hairy chest...

 

(One last Sunday session to come next time…)

IML: Saturday Late Night: Loading InkedLust

 Chicago—May, 2022

The piss party was great.  My dick was in demand.  And I loved loading the young pig in the Andrew Christian underwear.  If I was at home, that would have been more than enough play in one day.  But I was in a hotel with 1000’s of horny men.

I wrote a little.  I tried to read.  But my cock was restless.  I put down the book and logged on.  I looked at the list of cumdumps.  This is when I find that ‘fuck me fast and load me’ scenario appealing.  I didn’t need a ton of play.  I just wanted to get my cock to calm down.

Then I saw him.  Inkedlust.  The last time I had fucked him was several IML’s ago, when he had been the roommate of Cowboy Boots.  They were offering up side by side asses.  Tonight, this late, I knew he would be loaded.  I knew he would appreciate my cock churning all his loads.  I got his room number and off I went.

 

His ass is still magnificent.  Perfectly rounded as he waits for the next man on all fours.  I stand in the doorway.  Just looking.  My cock swelling in my jock.  The door has opened so quietly, I’m not even sure he knows I am here.  I walk over, kneel and begin rimming his wet hole.  Well, he knows now.  He moans deep in his throat.  I have hit a mother lode of cum.  Is he pushing it out for me?  Fuck, yes.  I take it in my mouth, savor it and push most of it back into him with my tongue.

This makes him groan again.  I pull back and just look at his ass.  I notice a stray drip and catch it with my tongue. I push it into his hole before I spit on it a few times.  My cock is raging.  I stand up.  I sink easily into the creamy mess in his ass.  I can’t imagine how much cum is in there.  Far more than what I got in my mouth.

I fuck him deep—but at a nice slow tempo.  Even with the relaxed stroke, I am pulling cum out of him on every backstroke.  After a few minutes of that, I can’t let it go to waste.  I kneel, lick it up and spit it on his open pucker.  My cock pushes it slowly back into him.  Inch after inch disappears, until my pubes grind into him and become wet with cum and ass jizz.

Now I really fuck him.  Hard.  Driven.  I am not ready to add my load yet, but I am fucking like it could happen any moment.  I look down at my dick.  Once again it is covered.

“Taste these loads.”

InkedLust swivels around and cleans my cock.  He moans as he does it.  My cock is shiny—catching the little light that is in the room.  He spits on my flared head and pivots again.  I fuck into his hole.  Hard.  Wow.  Could I be this close this fast?

I slow for a moment—and then build back to that hard driving fuck.

InkedLust takes a hit from his bottle of poppers.  He offers them to me—his hand just reaching blindly in my direction.  I take a hit.  I instantly go to my knees and felch.  I lick and spit on his puffy hole before I drool some of the viscous mixture on my cock.  In an elevated popper haze I stand back up and slam into him.  He squeezes down me at that moment—and I’m there.  There can’t be much in my balls, but I feel like I keep firing and firing deep into his juicy guts.

*

I’m not sure I really needed to write this up.  But it was hot, different and I get to use a picture of his hot ass again!

 Since it was quite a long time ago, here are the two times I used InkedLust during IML in 2017:

A Suite Full of Cum Dumps

IML:  The Cum Dumps “Exposed” (with pictures) 

IML Saturday: Piss Party Piss Fuck

 Chicago—May, 2022

The next day was the piss party.  It had been awhile since I had attended one.  Not just the lockdown had kept me away.  My frequent trips to Toronto to play at Fukd had often been on the same weekend as the piss gathering.  I was excited to return.  I could do with getting wet again. 

It’s an afternoon start time and there was a ton of traffic on the drive north to the bar where it is held.  I had been chugging my water and tea.  I just needed to time it so I was ready to piss when I got there—but not when I was stuck behind a slow moving vehicle on Clark Street…

I am in the door and haven’t pissed myself.  In the main bar I’m asked for my driver’s license and vaccination card.  Did it say that on the confirmation letter?  I have them, but they are locked out in my car.  I remember just in time there is a picture of both on my phone. I proceed to the back bar and go in.  The party started 20 minutes ago.  It’s longer than usual since it is IML—I am pretty sure I can’t do six hours of piss play.  I strip down and hand my bag to the Coat Check Otter.  We embrace—but I know he will be too busy to play.

I make my way into the crowd.  I need to find someone who wants piss. There are two men in the inflatable pool.  I pull my cock out of my filthy Fukd jock. The guy’s mouths open like it is feeding time in the nest.  I send a strong stream to one and then the other.  I finish with splashing hot piss on both their cocks.  I love that they kiss each other and share my piss between them.

I see my friends who live in both Chicago and Palm Springs.  I go to chat with them.  In moments, the more bottom pig is on his knees, sucking my cock.  I am fresh out of piss.  Well, at first.  Finally I can feed him.  Not much, but I give him a couple of short blasts.

He stands up.  “Would you fuck me?”  He leans on a bench that is near us.  I go to my knees and eat out his hole.  I stand and send a couple of piss blasts onto it.  I go back to my knees and lick it up—forcing some inside him.  I stand and I enter him.  Slowly.  His partner watches as the length of my dick slowly disappears.  As I start the fuck stroke, the partner begins to piss on my dick.  I love the sloppy sound of my fuck—as I pump some of the liquid into the ass I’m reaming out.

Finally, I stop.  I kneel and clean up his crack.  The partner now gives me everything he’s got in his bladder.  I drink as much as I can.  When his stream runs dry, I stand.  We have a three-way kiss as I yellow-ball some of what I’ve kept in my mouth to both of them…

*

I fuck ass.  Lots of it.  Good wet ass.  Sometimes with others pissing on it.  More often not. 

A Cub I recognize from here introduces me to his new partner.  I love that they are both here.  And the new partner seems to really like watching me fuck his man.  We like it, too.  So much I do him a couple of more times during the party.  I love the feel of his ass.  And the skills he uses to squeeze me occasionally.  The new partner watches, a little wide eyed at how much cock is going into his guy, as I plow…

*

“Hey, you’re FelchingPisser right?”

I nod.

The guy is tall.  Taller than me.  And younger by a good ten to fifteen years.

“We’ve been talking on AssPig.  Fuck me?”

I bend him over, piss on his crack and eat his ass.  It’s a muscle butt—hard as granite.  With just enough hair in the crack to excite me even more.  I stand up and slide in.  He takes me, hungrily. 

“Fuck me, man.  Piss fuck me if you want.”

I tell him I’m pretty well drained right now—and I want to piss fuck when I have more than a couple of spurts.  He agrees and begins to groan—reveling in the long dicking I am giving him.  The moment I pull out, he spins around to clean my cock.  I promise I will be back when I have a full bladder…

*

I sit on the bench built against the side wall.  A man comes over and asks to suck me.  I nod.  He has the largest nipples I have ever seen.  Huge.  He kneels and swallows half of me down.  My hands find his nipples.  I twist them.  It’s his cue to deep throat me.  And he does.  It is so fucking tight in his throat.  I let go of his nipples and he comes up for air.  We do it again—halfway down, twist and deep throat.  It’s wild.  It almost hurts his throat is so constricted around my cock—but I like it.  We keep it up for a long time…halfway, twist, deep throat dick clamp…

*

I wander.  I piss a little on the balls of a guy getting a blow job.

I eat a wet and fucked ass or two.

I find a furry Otter and a hot guy in Andrew Christian backless underwear fucking.  Both are half my age.  The Otter is bent over and letting the AC clad young man fuck him.  I watch for a moment.

“Want his ass?” asks AC.

“Sure.”

He pulls out.  I surprise him by cleaning his cock.  I spit the slime on the Otter’s furry butt crack.  Then I fuck it into him.  The Otter squeals—and is covered in piss by AC.  When I pull out, AC fucks him again.  I stand behind AC and hose down his ass crack.  There is not a hair on him—the contrast between the two men is fabulous.  The moment I have no more piss, I begin tonguing his ass on his back stroke.  Soon, he just buries himself in the Otter and so I can truly eat his ass.  I lick up every drop.

AC pulls out of the Otter.  “Fuck me.”

I waste no time filling his ass with my wet cock.  He’s tight and very appreciative.  The Otter turns and strokes to our fucking. He manages a little piss that lands on AC’s bent over back.  I slap the wet ass and fuck him harder and harder…

*

I have been tanking up.  I find the Tall Guy from AssPig in the back corner.  “Ready for that piss fuck?”

He is.  He bends, holding onto the damp cinder block wall.  I rim.  I fuck.  I stand still and piss.  With my cock balls deep in his muscle butt.  I have to think hard to get the plumbing to go from fucking to piss.  But it works.  With barely losing any hardness I piss into his ass.  A never ending stream.  Tall Guy moans.  He can feel it.  Every drop.  “So heavy, man.  It feels great.”

Now, as the stream runs dry, I begin to fuck into this ass full of my piss.  Soon it is sloshing inside of him.  Some comes out on my backstroke.  A piggy bystander kneels and gets some of the backstroke splash on his face.  When I pull out, there is a mini waterfall that I quickly kneel and swallow.  I come up and kiss the Tall Guy, some piss from his ass going from my mouth to his…

*

I have been here close to four hours.  It’s time to breed and leave.  I look for the Tall Guy, but can’t find him.  Instead I see the cute young guy in the Andrew Christian underwear.

“Want a load?”

“Fuck, yes, Daddy.”

He bends over—ass on display.  I eat him out again.  He’s been busy since I opened his hole.  I stand, and enter him.  He is hard and stroking with each thrust I make.

“I want your cum…” he whispers.  “Make me yours…”

That does it.  I teeter on the brink for a moment—and then let him have blast after blast. 

I marinate in his ass for a long time.  Standing absolutely still.  Getting my breathing back to normal.

When I pull out, he turns and cleans my dick of the cum clinging to it.  He looks up at me, his eyes begging.  I can just manage a few spurts of piss to wash my cum down his throat…

IML Friday Night: Fornication 2--Fucking Out The Loads

 Chicago—May, 2022

(This continues right on from the last post…)

The Fornication guys take a break.  Dirk hugs me one more time before he leaves.  I stay in the third floor play area with the sling and the fuckbench.  The Cute Younger Top with the long hair finds me there.  He has become very versatile after his fucking by Ray.

“Will you fuck me in the sling?”

I nod—wondering silently where the tatted boyfriend is for they have been inseparable all night.  I get his ankles in the stirrups. They tilt his hot ass to the perfect angle for me.  I kneel and begin to feast on his wrecked hole.  He is loose and leaking both cum and lube.  I lick him clean as he jacks his bigger than average cock.  I lick all the way up his crack and tongue his balls, too.

“I’ve shot like three times tonight,” he moans as I suck them.  I finally knock his hand away to suck the head of his cock—hoping for some precum for his hole.  I don’t get any, but I still spit on his loose pucker one more time before I fuck myself into him.  His eyes roll up into his head and he grabs his cock.  “Fuck me hard, daddy.  I want to get off one more time.”

I take him at his word.  I fuck him hard.  The sound of my hips smacking his ass fills the space.  I look down at this young man, his long hair framing his face, totally lost in his lust of the moment.  He is grunting with each of my strokes.  His jerking is now in time with my fucking.  I feel he can’t last much longer—and suddenly he is there.  He is having a totally dry orgasm—there’s nothing left in his balls to shoot.

I slow, I stop, I pull out.  I lick his hole—cleaning him up.  I stand up, lean across him and kiss him.  He sucks my tongue.  He obviously loves the taste of his ass as much as I do.  I hold on to him until he is ready to move.  I help him out.

“Now I can go home…”  He kisses me one last time and is gone…

*

Keshawn finds me still near the third floor sling.  “I just got fucked by Aaron Trainer.”

“Yeah?”

“And I did him, too.”

This leads us to fuck again, with Keshawn bent into the sling and holding on. 

I go looking for Aaron.  I would love to get into that ass.  I find him in the dark second floor area, but he is so busy topping, I just watch for a bit.  A slight breather—and then I continue on.

*

I end up back on the third floor.  Luke Morrison is pounding into guys on the sling.  A cute young man in a knit hat, very tan and very fit, goes from watching Luke to watching me.  He comes over.  He kneels and begins to suck me.  He gives good head, taking me deep until he chokes.  He loves the sound and how he has to pull off me quickly. 

“Will you fuck me?”

“Sure.”

“I’m really tight—is that a problem?”

I shrug and suggest he gets up on the fuckbench where I did Dirk.  He lies down and I go to my knees to eat him out.  He’s right, he’s tight.  He loosens but I am leery of my dick going in.  There are a number of men watching us.  A young guy, around his age is stroking his five-incher.  I stand up.  “I think this young man should help to open you up.” 

Hat Boy is all for it.  Surprisingly, so is Five-Incher.  I hand him my lube and make way.  I stick my dick in Hat Boy’s mouth.  Five-Incher glides right into the tight ass and begins the fuck.

“He’s tight,” says Five-Incher.

“Get him loosened up for me.”

Hat Boy groans at this—around my dick. 

Five-Incher must like the idea, too.  “Ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” 

Hat Boy grinds his ass back and takes the load.  I move around.  The kid won’t let me clean his cock, but I am treated to the cum filled hole.  I lick and swallow, lick and spit.

“That was hot,” says an older Latin man.  “You want the next size up?”

I look.  He is just over 6 inches.  I look at Hat Boy—he nods.

The guy steps up onto the platform.  I lube him by licking Hat Boy’s dripping hole and dripping the collected semen on the new guy’s dick. 

He laughs and pushes into the ass of the hot boy.  He fucks.  Hard and rhythmic. 

“You gonna load him?”  I ask.

“Naw.  Too early in the night.”

But his dick has other ideas. “Oh, fuck!  No!”  And he is spewing into Hat Boy.  I kneel.  He marinates in HB long enough for the sensitivity to peak so he can let me lick him clean afterward. 

Keshawn is now watching us.  “Looks like your turn,” he says.    

I stand up.  I fuck Hat Boy hard.  Keshawn swings his big dick in the kid’s face.  “I’m next,” he says.

I pull out and step to the side.  Keshawn cleans my cock and starts to fuck the kid.  HB is game—but even with two loads to help, he finally taps out on Keshawn.  I clean up Keshawn’s cock and Hat Boy’s ass.  We help him off the bench—as the floor is now a mass of cum and lube…

*

Dirk Caber is working the first floor sling.  He is in full top mode.  I watch him fuck a guy.  We catch each other’s eye.  When the guy gets out of the sling, I move closer.

“You want to fuck me again?”

“Yeah, I really want to see your face as I fuck.”  We adjust the sling for taller me.  A kid walks up and demands Dirk suck his dick.  Dirk apologizes and says he gets throat infections easily so he’s not doing that tonight.  The kid won’t believe it.  “I’ve seen you do it in videos.” 

Dirk sighs and reminds him videos are about angles and editing.   I murmur in Dirk’s ear to ignore him and get in the sling.  He does.  I think for a moment that my eating Dirk’s hole has shut the kid up, but no.  He now starts asking about Dirk’s personal life.  Dirk remains polite—but I can hear him working at it in his answers—while trying to stay focused on what I am doing to his ass. 

I stand up and fuck.  He feels great.  The face to face is working for both of us—but the constant chatter from the kid is really distracting.  I had hoped that this would be my breeding moment for the night—but it’s not going to happen with this guy nattering on in a very loud voice.

I finally stop.  I get Dirk out of the sling.  We hug and I kiss him on the cheek.  Damn…

*

I go to the second floor darker area.  Ray Dalton is there, using someone in the sling.  Beside him is the Master, my fuck bud from Thursday afternoon.  I look at the man in the sling again.  Ray is fucking Master’s boy as he watches.  I catch Master’s eye.  He comes over to me.

“That should make some good eating,” he says gesturing towards Ray’s cock fucking into boy. 

I agree.

“Want to come back to our room?” 

I nod, just as Ray finishes the fuck.  Master moves to help boy out of the sling.  Ray is asked by a guy in the crowd if he’ll bottom.  Oh, shit—I have wanted to fuck Ray since I first saw him in Piss Break.  I think for a minute and decide that will keep for another day.  I need some of the connected play with these two.  I really want to bring our earlier sessions to a climax.

We go up to third floor.  They have a room with a double bed.  Mirrors are everywhere.  I lie on the bed.  Master has boy suck me as Master watches and jerks.  Then Master sucks my cock as boy sits on my face—letting Ray’s fuck juices seep down into my mouth.

“Fuck him,” says Master.

“If I do, I’ll breed him.”

“Do it.”

“Yes, please,” adds boy.

I sink into him.  I fuck.  I close my eyes and see the highlights of the night:  The long haired top, Hairy Crack Bottom, Keshawn, Dirk, Hat Boy taking loads, Dirk, Ray plowing the ass I’m in right now…

Bam—I’m there.  I spew my pent up cum into boy.  I collapse on the bed.  Both of them are on me, kissing and licking my spent cock and sharing…

*

A side note:  Keshawn told me later he was fucked by Luke, Aaron and Ray and topped Aaron.

Ray

Dirk

IML Friday Night: Fornication Party (part one)

Chicago—May, 2022

I had heard a lot about Fornication from Keshawn.  He had been to a couple of them—and loved the energy the porn guys brought to the sex party.  He wondered how it would work at Steamworks.  Would partygoers be up on the third floor with special tickets?  The answer from Ray that afternoon was that no, there was no special admission price for Fornication tonight.  Just look for the performers around the bathhouse.

I was horned.  I needed a good group fuck party.  I got to the bathhouse around 10pm—an hour before Fornication began.  Security was high—bags were limited in size and checked.  My pockets and ankles/socks were examined.  It is a drug free party—and Steamworks was stepping up to make sure that they protected Ray’s performers.  I got a locker and stripped to my jock, wrist band and boots.  I tossed the towel over my shoulder and set out making a tour of the three floors.  On the first and the third there were slings in new places.  I guessed this might be where the fornication guys would be… 

I have ended on the third floor with my tour of the building.  I like how my cock is just sort of swollen, not hard.  It is stretching the pouch of this mostly clean jock.  I go back down to the dark area on the second floor where there is a public sling, some gloryholes and a fuck bench.  I stop on the steps down to the bench.  Two beautiful men are fucking, with a bevy of guys in towels clutched around waists, watching.  The bottom is gym built, between 45 and 50, a dusting of hair on his ass (and on his chest I eventually discover) and lots of it in his ass crack.  Tats are on his muscular shoulders.  The top is younger, more swimmer built and smooth—but for a glorious big bush, currently being smashed against his partner’s ass.  His hair is long and sways with his fuck stroke.  I take a moment to just watch before I move closer.

My cock has erected.  I am standing to their right.  The Top sees me first.  He nods.  “Look who’s going to fuck you next,” he tells the bottom. 

The tatted bottom turns his head and grins his approval. 

“You'd like to fuck my man?” says the Top, with a slight smirk.

“Please.”

He pulls out.  I kneel and begin licking the hairy ass crack.  He’s an ass creamer—he’s wet and ready.  I see the Top feeding his dick to the tatted bottom.  I stand up and slide in.  He is now very full of cock.  I fuck hard and long.  When the Top guesses I am done, I surprise him by eating the fucked hole again.  I ask if he wants to fuck.

“I get him at home—I want to watch you fuck him some more.”

I gladly slide in again.  Hairy Crack Bottom groans and calls me a hot fucker.  I plow him hard.  When I’m done, the couple kisses—pulling me into it, too.  All three of us know we are going to fuck again before this night is done.

*

I go get some head at the slurp ramp.  A guy takes me fully down his throat the moment my cock emerges from the hole.  Only then do I remember all that ass jizz on my cock.   The sucker seems to not care.

Keshawn enters the room, on the cock sucking level.  I excuse myself from the sucker and go greet him.  We kiss.  Keshawn bends and takes my spit covered cock right there.  It a simple hello fuck—not long, not hard—as natural to us as shaking hands for some. 

A younger guy watches us.  “I would love to take both your cocks.”  Keshawn and I grin and take him to the first floor sling.  We get the guy into it.  “You better go first,” he says, looking at our two dicks.  I eat him out and he takes my cock.  Just.  I can tell he has never had a bigger one from the look on his face.  How the fuck is he gonna take Keshawn?  I fuck him slow and long.  Stretching his ass.   Keshawn feeds the guy his dick. 

We switch.  Keshawn is just too big.  The guy taps out.  We get him off the sling and onto some seating nearby.  He tries to sit on Keshawn, just as Ray Dalton arrives to man the sling.  It must be 11:00pm.  The kid begs off—and Keshawn gets up and hugs Ray.  Ray is great with faces if not names.  He recognizes Keshawn from previous parties—and me from this afternoon.

Ray grabs my ass.  “You ready for me?”  I shake my head.  An insistent guy comes up to Ray and asks if he’s really fucking anyone tonight.  Ray leads him over to the sling and shows him that indeed he is doing just that…

*

A bigger Latin guy takes me to his room as he doesn’t want to get fucked in public.  But he loves dick in his hole…

I fuck a hot Black ass on the third floor fuck bench, while a white guy jerks off to us…

I watch porn guy Luke Morrison decimate asses on the fuck bench where I started.  I hear him tell someone he’s a top only so I know I won’t be there tonight...

We are into hour two of Fornication.  The porn guys have rotated floors.  I find Ray on the third floor at another sling.  There is fuckbench nearby.  Ray is plowing a squealing man.  He is totally connected and into it.  The beautiful couple is watching Ray.  They come over and we watch as a unit our hands idly playing with cocks and asses.   Ray finishes up, getting the squealer out of the bench.  Ray hugs him—a hug that seems as sexual as the fuck.

“Who’s next?” 

Hairy Ass Crack raises his hand.  Into the sling he goes.  The Top moves closer to watch.  I find Keshawn—and fuck him, braced against the wall. 

Hairy Ass Crack is now out of the sling.  He sits carefully on the edge of the small platform the fuckbench is sitting on.  The Top beckons me over as I pull out of Keshawn.  “Will you open me up before I let Ray into my ass?”  I bend him right there and eat out his hairless butt.  Hairy Ass Crack loves seeing his partner used.  He actually gets fully hard.  I eat.  I fuck, with him braced on his partner’s shoulders.  Just as I’m building speed, Ray is ready for him.  I pull out—very pleased I could help…

*

I wander. 

I get my cock sucked.

I go back to the third floor Fornication area.  Ray is still fucking.  There is a beautiful man on the fuckbench.  And Hairy Ass Crack is rimming him.  I move around to watch this.  He stands up and gets his dick in the man, but he goes soft quickly.

“You need this guy,” HAC says to the beautiful man, slapping his ass.  We trade places.  I go to my knees.  My face is buried in this guy’s ass.

“Damn, you’re good…” the guy groans.

Hairy Ass Crack bends and whispers in my ear.  “Make Dirk as happy as you did me.”

I stand up.  Well, fuck me, it is Dirk Caber moaning over the tonguing I just gave his ass.  My cock head slides into him.  Slowly and smoothly.  He welcomes me with a slight squeeze.  I push on in.  Hold.  And fuck.

Here I am in another man I’ve jacked off to for a long time.  I always liked his look, but his maturing into a Daddy really turns my crank.

Dirk is panting and telling me how good my cock feels.  HAC moves around and cradles Dirk in his arms—his head turned so he can see me pile drive into Dirk.

I finally stop.  I help Dirk up.  He’s a little shaky on his feet.  We embrace.  Holding on to each other as tightly as we can…

 

Next time—my final two hours at Fornication.

Dirk Caber