IML 2023: The CumDump

 Chicago—May, 2023

 

I had decided to do three major events at IML this year—and to not stay at the host hotel.  All three events were in the northside gay area of Chicago, so why not stay there, too?  It made sense.  And it was cheaper than anywhere downtown, as the motel I reserved had free parking.  I could always go down to the Congress for the leather market or for late night revels.  I was happy with my choice to get out of the madhouse—and choose when to join the other leather folks.

It was an easy drive into the city, but not through it.  I-94 stopped dead for miles, right where it goes under downtown, adding 30 minutes to my usual drive time.  Eventually, I checked in and got online.  Well, after they gave me the correct password.

I had nothing planned on this travel day.  But a young-ish cumdump had set up shop in my motel, before he moved down to the Congress for the rest of the weekend.  I checked in when he was in his last 45 minutes of his time there.  He gave me his room number and I went downstairs…

 

I knock.  It takes a moment, but a mid-30’s man answers the door.  He is on the phone.  He pauses that conversation and asks if I could come back in five.  I go back up to my room and wait.  I go back down.  He’s still on the phone, but this time he gestures me in.  He then goes into the bathroom to carry on his conversation.  I sit and start to strip.  A young Black man is on one of the two beds, working on his phone.  We nod to each other.  As I get naked, but for the dirty jock and socks, the bathroom door opens.

“Sorry.  Work.”

I get a better look at the main event.  He is mid to late 30’s, short, cubby and Latino.  He grins at my bulge and drops his gym shorts to the floor, keeping on a long t-shirt.  He comes to me and cups my mound.  “Nice…” he murmurs, before he goes to his knees.   He unwraps the goods and takes me deep.  Effortlessly.  He does it repeatedly until he gags himself and comes up gasping for air.

“Get up on the bed.  I want to eat your ass.”

CumDump scrambles up on all fours.  His ass is wonderfully hairy.  I dig in.  The hair around his puffy hole is wet with leaking jizz.  I lap this up as he groans.

“You like that, don’t you?” he moans, remembering my screenname.

I grunt assent.  I can’t get enough of the who-knows-how-many loads after his 6 hours of being here.  I make myself stand up.  “I’m gonna churn those loads,” I tell him as I slide in.  The poppers open and he huffs.  The man on the other bed stops work and watches.

“Film it…” CumDump tells the guy.   The Black guy find his camera app and asks me if it’s alright.  I nod and tell him even if he gets my face, it’s fine.  I begin to pump and the camera man is everywhere, to the side, under me, in front of me, filming the fuck for his friend. 

After a few minutes of fucking in all that cum, I pull out and move to CumDump’s mouth.  “Clean me...”  He is on me before I can finish the sentence.  He licks up the combined loads that are sticking to my dick.  When he’s done, I go back and eat his hole.  I have left it frothy.  I ask how many loads.  He’s not quite sure.  Around 20.  And I believe him.  My mouth is planted over his hole.

“Here, Daddy.”

He pushes and I get a massive amount of jizz in my mouth.  I savor and swallow it all.  My tongue cleans him up all over again.

I stand up and fuck him a second time.  Harder.  Camera man moves in closer, to zero in on my cock pushing into the wet hole.  CumDump is rhythmically squeezing my dick.  I am feeling very good—very fast.  I finally pull out so he can taste all those loads once again.  This time I lie down so he can really feast on my wet dick.

“Lick my balls, too.  They’re covered.”

He does.  He licks me all over—and comes up to kiss me.  We share a sloppy kiss.

“Breed me, Daddy.  Please.”

I am not good at quick pump and dumps, but this guy seems to be the exception to the rule.  I am so close to refilling his ass.  I go back to his ass, pull him up onto all fours and sink to my knees to lick his hole once again. 

“You want more?”

He pushes again.  It’s not as much, but still a sizable amount of jizz squirts into my mouth. 

I groan. 

I swallow.

I lick him clean.

I want to seed this boy.  I slip into his slick chute.  I pump for a few moments.  He reaches back with the bottle of poppers in his hand.  I take a hit, still doing a slow in and out.  The moment the cap is on I begin to drill him in earnest.

“Fuck me!  Fill me up!”

“Want me to replace all that cum I ate?”

He moans out his pleasure at the idea.

I’m building fast.  A few more strokes and I grab his hips, stop thrusting and let my balls empty into him.  I can’t move for what seems like a long time.  I finally pull out.  He starts to turn, so he can clean my cock, but I hold him in place.  I sink to my knees so I can clean up the mess I’ve made first—giving my cock time to not be ultra-sensitive.  I lap up all my stray jizz that my cock head has pulled out.  Only then do I stand back up and let him clean my drooling dick…

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I told him about the blog as I dressed and he sent me a picture for it.  

A very hot man knocked on the door as I was re-tying my boots.  Why didn’t he get there 10 minutes earlier…???