IML 2023: Horse Market

 

 Chicago—May, 2023

After Evan left, I cleaned up, ate an early dinner and went to the venue for check in at 6pm.  It is an art gallery located between Boystown downtown and the gay bars on the north side.  It is always odd to stand around with the other tops waiting to go in.  But this time, being in a city I know well, I knew three of them from other events in Chicago.  I also saw a man I recognized from the Horse Market in Cleveland in April.  There was one more man I knew, Eric, who had been in the two porn videos I shot here during IML’s past.

We were finally ushered in and stripped down in the room. 

(Just today HMSF published the newsletter about this event and used this picture.  I hope he is fine with me showing off the space, too, saving a lot of words.)

It was more compact than the space in Cleveland, but that’s not a bad thing.  It would make the mares kneel closer together on the tables.  I was sure we’d be slipping into one from another, that much easier.  I stripped down and added my chaps and harness.  (It is a leather weekend, after all!) and checked my bag of clothes.  I got my picture taken with my assigned number on a wrist band held next to the bulge in my jock.

And we waited.  Finally, we were led out of the room so the mares could be let in.  We waited in a stairwell—men feeling themselves up to make sure that their cock was starting to pump blood.  We were let in…

 

It is a breathtaking sight to see so many naked or jocked (and hooded!) men offering their asses to you.  I would guess there are 30 or so mares presenting themselves to us.  All but one has a red hood—meaning they want it bareback.  It looks like there are a few more stallions; some are waiting their turn to get into a man.  I find a lovely round and hairy white butt in the air.  I kneel and rim him.  He groans, joining the moans and groans of all the other mares—and a good number of stallions, too.  I finally feel like I have opened his tight ass enough to get in.  I tell him this is a big one to start—and inch into him.  He yelps—but relaxes with some poppers.  I fuck him slow—then hard.  He thanks me and I move on.

An ebony ass next.  Dark skin and jet black hair in the crack.  I spread his full cheeks apart. His ass lips are already puffy.  I have seen three guys use him already.  I rim him.  He babbles a running stream of ‘fucks!’  His ass is juicy—a natural luber—and I stay on my knees a long time.  Finally, I fuck him.  “Now that’s a cock,” he groans.  He squeezes down on me.  I sigh.  I fuck him for a long time—and return countless times to him in the next few hours…

*

It's hot and airless in here now.  I rather wish I had not worn my leather. 

I have fucked big bears in slings.  And one on the bench.

I railed two otters who were kissing each other and moaning into the other’s mouth—as another top and I traded off on them.  Back and forth we went in their holes. 

There have been a few very subby men who barely whimper—and just take it.

I now have three favorites…The Black man I mentioned early on, and two men in slings.  One is a bear.  He seems to be a load magnet.  Men are always fucking him and seem to lose control and give him their seed.  He encourages me to always churn the cum and push it deeper into him.  I do.   Again and again as the night wears on.

The other is a young furry man in the opposite sling.  He is young and lithe with a nice chest and a hole that will not let go of any cock in it.  I stand by his head, my cock, covered in cum from his ass, is in his mouth as he takes a younger top.  The top explodes inside.  I move around to felch.  He begs me to snowball it to him.  I do, drop by drop.  He is so turned on, his cock erects inside his blue jock.  I fuck him again—and promise I will be back.

*

It is late.  I go to the sling with the bear.  I have decided I want to load him.  He has not had as many as the young guy, so I want to help even things out for him.  But he gone.  The sling is empty.

I go to the young man.  He is being pounded by first one then another of two guys that I have seen work in tandem all evening.  The first guy, on round two, loses it.  He cums.  The other guy drives into the slippery mess.  I stand to the side—waiting and stroking.  They leave.  I go to my knees and begin to felch.

“You’re here—perfect timing,” the otter groans.  “Feed them to me?”

I make myself stand up.  I lean across him and kiss him with the mouthful of jizz.  No dripping into his open mouth this time.  Our tongues collide, pushing the creamy mess back and forth in our mouths.  He groans.  I feel his hard cock press against my own.  I go back and eat a little more.  We repeat the kiss.  We are both damned hungry for each other.

I need to breed.  I slip into him.  I have swallowed and shared a lot of cum—but he is still creamy inside.  I love the wet sloshing sound I make as I fuck.

And I’m there.  I shoot a replacement load for what we’ve eaten out of him.  I bend to kiss him again.  We hold like that for a long time.  My dick will not go down.

“Let me clean it,” he murmurs.

I go down and felch my own load for a moment.  I share it with the otter.  He swallows hungrily. And only then do I let him clean my cock. 

“You are still really hard.  Fuck me.”

I do.

And I actually can give him a second load!

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