Chicago—May, 2023
I
slept so well on Thursday night after unloading that large load in the motel
cumdump. Friday, I had a late breakfast
and was not planning on doing anything as I was headed to another Horse Market
that night. I knew that I did not want
to fuck at all during the morning or afternoon, keeping the entire reserve of
my freshly-made-over-night seed for the mares.
But
Evan, the man who usually drives to my house from the burbs of Chicago, saw I
was in town. He was fine with me not
wanting to use my dick. He’d bring toys
and I had my hands. He arrived before the motel filled up the rest
of the way for the weekend. He brought
with him three beautiful Square Peg copper-colored toys, lube and some pads to
protect the bed and carpet.
We
started with him on all fours. I used
all three of the superbly crafted toys on him before I switched to my hands.
Then
we took a break. He flipped to his back
and we did it all again. An almost two-hour
session.
Somehow
with my dick out of play, I don’t think this meet needs a play by play. But it was a great way for me to have some
action during the day—and still keep my cock wanting all that ass that night. And it’s always good to see Evan…
**
This
post is posted late in the day as I have been running around all day. I have been doing last minute errands to prepare
for another trip that starts tomorrow.
This is the event I alluded to in another post, while I was still
working out if I could attend.
I
had so much fun at last year’s Fornication Weekend I am going again. This year, it is closer—Tennessee, not Georgia. I am also not tenting, which will likely me much
happier. I travel as far as Kentucky tomorrow
and arrive on Wednesday for five days of frolic in the woods with Ray Dalton
and his men. There will be much more on
that to come in the ensuing weeks. If the
travel tomorrow goes as smoothly as I think it will, I should even have time to
write up the Horse Market at the hotel.
That’s
all for now; I need to go pack my restraints…
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