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…)