IML Sunday Night: An Orgy and A Breeding

 (Sorry for the delay…)

Chicago—May, 2022

After Zane left, Cowboy Boots and I had dinner together.  As we waited for our Thai to arrive, I told him about an ad I’d seen on BBRT.  The host wanted to do an actual sex party in a dimly lit room—not just host as a cumdump.  We were excited.  This is what we were missing on this weekend.  I had stumbled on it once, but I wanted another session.

When we got back from dinner—I got the details from the host.  It wouldn’t be long, maybe 90 minutes.  We were to be there within 10 minutes of the start time.  He was looking for all types of men and all positions.   Cowboy Boots and I cleaned up and went downstairs at the appropriate time…

 

The door is propped open.  There are five men just beginning to fuck.  The host, a beefy guy in his late 30’s or early 40’s waves us in.  He looks familiar.  (I later find out that we had fucked at the Nasty Kink Pigs’ Parties at CLAW several years ago.)  He goes back to sucking the dick of the youngest man there, a cub in his 20’s.  A 50-ish Top is stroking himself, watching the scene—I realize it is this man’s load I’d fucked in with the cumdump I bred on Thursday.  A 30-ish guy with a great Mohawk and a PA, is getting fucked by porn guy Steve Sommers.  (Steve and I had played (with Derrick and Jacob) a few IML’s ago.)  Steve is hairy and hot.

Cowboy Boots strips and gets on all fours on the double bed.  The Top is drawn to his hot ass.  He kneels and begins rimming him.  The host, never taking the young one’s cock out of his mouth, moves to all fours so his ass is available to me.  Perfect.  I kneel and rim.  We are directly across the bed from Cowboy Boots.  As his Top rises to fuck him, so do I.  I sink into the host.  He makes the sexist groan around the young cock in his mouth.

Steve pulls out of Mohawk.  Mohawk swivels around and cleans his ass juices off Steve.  I fuck the Host harder.  I love the sound of my hips on his wet ass.   CB’s Top pulls out.  So do I.  We nod at each other and walk around the bed to switch holes.  We both go to our knees to taste the new holes in front of us.  Soon we are plowing away with our different men.

Mohawk is as versatile as Steve.  He gets Steve bent over and eats him out.  I watch as I fuck.  Soon he stands and sinks into Steve.  Now there are three of us fucking on three sides of the bed.

More men come in—a couple I’ve seen at the side by side cumdumps.  (Again, one man plays—the other strokes, watching his BF fuck.)  The young guy moves from getting his cock sucked, to sucking the new arrival. 

A third man enters.  He is already hard.  I let him fuck CB.  I kneel behind Mohawk and lick his ass crack on the backstroke.  He groans and calls me a pig.  He pulls out of Steve, steps to the side and pushes my face into the hairy crack he’s just been fucking.  He holds my head in place—telling me to lick it all up. He finally lets go, telling me to fuck him with my big dick.

I rear up and push my cock into Steve.  He groans and tells me it’s bigger than he remembered.  “You need to take it, too,” he tells Mohawk.  This makes me fuck Steve harder.  So much so he asks for a breather.

The new men are fucking the Host and Cowboy Boots—trading off.  The young one sucks any and every available cock.

“Let me suck that thing,” Mohawk grunts out.  He goes to his knees and tastes Steve’s ass juices all over my cock.  I watch him jerk himself, his PA flopping, as he sucks me.  He stands and slides into Steve once more.  He holds, all his inches buried in the hairy ass, reaches back and spreads his ass cheeks.  “Now fuck me,” he commands.  I slide into him.  I stand still and let him do the work of fucking into Steve and back on me. 

Soon he pulls out of Steve who rolls away to go fuck CB.  I fuck Mohawk hard and fast.  When I stop, I take his dick in my mouth.  His PA is big, but not so big it gets in the way of my tongue.  I love the sound of the slight clink on my teeth.

We are a fucking free for all now.  The Top fucks Steve and Mohawk.  I go back to the Host and CB.  I clean dicks as they present themselves.  I do something with every man, but the voyeur boyfriend.

Now the Host, with no new people arriving, calls time on us.  We reluctantly pull our selves together and leave, all wishing we could have stayed longer…

*

Late Night

I work on my computer, typing up the notes for the day.  Cowboy Boots is entertaining in the bedroom, a tall, built Black man.  On a whim I check in on them.

“You giving me your ass, too?” the visitor asks. 

“Naw—but I want to suck your dick when you pull out.”

I take out my dick and stroke as I kneel by the man fucking CB.  “That’s hot,” he sighs.  I watch his cock split Cowboy Boots open.  His cock is the same size as mine—but in dark ebony hues.  He pulls out and lets me suck him clean.  He plows back into Cowboy Boots.

“Fuck,” he groans.  “I’m gonna cum—you gonna eat that, too?”

I nod.

He shoots, deep in CB.  He marinates a long time.  Finally, I get to clean his less sensitive cock.

“Fuck him,” he urges me. 

I stand up and slide into the man’s cream pie deep in Cowboy Boots.  I fuck a few strokes—and it sends me over the edge…

*

A few random IML notes:

I did get a note on BBRT I was unable to follow up on:

  “I saw you in elevator last night and a huge fan of your blog.  Would love to come suck you.” 

I think it was right after the piss party—and my cock was feeling spent—but now I wish I’d still met the reader.  Another time!

 

I also remember, on the first day of IML there were still non-leather folks in the hotel.  I took the elevator down to the lobby with a bunch of men in full gear—while I was in my street dress of jeans, with just my wrist band on.  A young mom and her 5 year old son got on, too.  The little boy’s eyes were huge as he stared up at all these leather men towering over him.  His gaze found me.  I smiled.  He looked at me—back at all the other guys—and back to me.  He mustered a timid smile—to a friendly face in that sea of leather clad legs... 

 

Detritus  from IML—Cowboy Boots’ cumdump sign/do not disturb sign, Fornication postcards, my Steamworks monthly pass, and the admission wrist band to the vendor mart…