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.

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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)