Fornication Party Part One: Getting Warmed Up in Keshawn

 Chicago—October, 2024

 

Sometime in late August or early September, Keshawn sent me a text.  He was excited for Chicago was finally getting a Fornication Party in October.  He told me the date.  It was smack in the middle of a short work gig I had committed to do.  I told him I didn’t see how I could get there.

But there are advantages to being in charge.  Management asked me to set the schedule—and I chose our day off to be the Sunday of Fornication.  They were fine with that and I was excited.  I even got it approved early enough to get my ticket at the ‘early bird’ price.

I left quite early, guessing it would take more than the three hour driving time projected.  While my work site was technically closer to the city than my home, I couldn’t get to a major highway easily.  I was glad I left when I did: there was a marathon being run that weekend at the lakeshore and traffic was even more snarled than usual.  But I got to the north side of Chicago in decent time.  I didn’t know the venue, but Ray Dalton’s newsletter had told us it was very close to where the northside gay businesses were.  I found free parking in my usual spot (when I come for the piss party) and had time for nap, setting my phone alarm.

The building was just a block and half away from where I parked.  They weren’t quite ready for us at 6:00pm, so we gathered outside on what was likely a smoking area with chairs.  One of the men asked if anyone had been to a Fornication Party before.  No one had, but me.  I told them about the three weekends I had attended.  I emphasized that Ray picks the porn guys from a stable of men who really do want to play with everyone; that it was a terrifically inclusive event in the past.  I also said there were only four of them and we needed to play together, too, not just stand around and wait.  This seemed to be just what they wanted to hear—and the anticipation grew.

Keshawn arrived.  And almost instantly the doors were opened.  We flashed our tickets, downloaded to our phones, and entered.   It was nicely dark, except for the area where we could check our clothes—and where the northside leather store had set up a booth.  I stripped quickly to jock, wristband and boots, stowing the rest in my gym bag.  I tucked lube in the waistband of my belt and checked my bag with the very hot man working the clothes check…

 

Almost instantly I hear my name.  It’s Ray.  He envelops me in a hug.  He is thrilled to be in Chicago again.  I tell him the venue looks great—there are slings and hand-made fuck benches or other things to brace against, everywhere.  It is a straight BDSM club usually, but MAFIA, the Chicago fisting group, also meets here occasionally and let him use their slings.  He charges off, hearing his name called.

I look around.  There is a bar serving drinks and water.  There are a few cloth or plastic dividers hanging from the ceiling, usually with a sling and fuck bench behind it.  There is just one rest room and another door marked ‘private’ for the porn guys.

I grab some water.  Ray, Jake, Robbie and Dirk are posing for pictures with some of the volunteers.  Robbie, who I had fucked and loaded during the amateur shoot this June, sees me.  “I know you from Timber Fell,” he says, as he leaves the group to come hug me. 

I tell him I’m glad he’s here. 

“This is my first party as a performer.  I’m glad to see a familiar face…”

We don’t chat any longer—he’s needed for another picture.

I walk towards the back.  In the enclosure next to the back wall is a sling, a homemade fuck bench, and a low bench for sitting.  A young man is sitting there.  He is surrounded by hardening cocks.  He moves from one to the other, using his mouth and his hands to get them all to full attention.  The guys make room for me to join the circle.  I’m the seventh or eighth dick to be serviced.  The young guy moves to my cock.  He groans as he swallows me down and my cock stiffens up.

“Fuck me,” says the guy next to me to a man across from him.  They break the circle and the speaker kneels on the fuck bench.  I watch the sizable dick get lubed up and pushed inside the willing man, all while the young man is still working on me.  He pulls off me, stands up and leads me by the dick to the sling.  He hops in.  His legs go up on the straps.  I go to my knees and taste the first of so many holes this evening.  I find his sphincter is tight, with wonderfully puffy ass lips.  He moans as I eat him out.  “Nobody does that,” he murmurs.  I lube myself as I lick.  I stand up.  I connect with the hole, but I can’t get in him.

“Relax,” I say.

“It’s hard, you’re so damn big…”

I go back to lick his now precum slicked hole.  My tongue goes deep inside him.  On the next try with my cock, I push in, feeling his pucker clamp down hard on my dick.  “Fuck….” He croons.

Three men he was sucking earlier come over to watch the fuck.  They play with his chest and his mounded jock.  One of them jerks himself, watching my dick slide in.

“You want a turn?” 

He nods.

“You want another dick?”

The young man in the sling pants out a ‘yes.’

I slide out and let the new guy in.  He fucks him hard and fast, pulling out of him after 20 strokes or so.

I slide back in—easier now that another cock has been in him.  I fuck him until he asks for a break.

“Bring that meat over here.”

It is the larger, older man who is still on the fuck bench.  I kneel behind him, pull his butt cheeks apart and rim his hole.  I love that he’s already had a cock in him.  I stand quickly and insert.  He is great.  He milks me from the moment I enter.  He groans—and so do I.

“You can fuck me anytime tonight!”

And I do.  At least three times in the course of the evening.  This first fuck winds down as a large Black cock, watching us, would like a turn up him.  I give way.

Keshawn finds me.  The sling where I started is now empty.  He jumps in.  I eat his ass as he strokes him mammoth cock.  Soon, I hear another man sucking on him as I eat out his warmed-up hole.  I stand.  The guy sucking Keshawn stops for a moment to watch me fuck into his ass.

“Nice,” he says.  “Can I taste it when you pull out?”

I nod, pleased there are so many piggy guys here.  I plow into Keshawn for the first of many times tonight.  I make him moan a lot.  The guy is back to sucking, well, more licking Keshawn’s cock, so he can see me fuck into that ebony butt.

I pull out.  The guy goes down on me, savoring all of Keshawn’s juices.  The guy licks me clean. 

“Now fuck him some more so I can do it again!”

And I do…

(So much more to come!)

 

The first announced line up of men.  David, who I had had such a good rapport with at this last Fornication Weekend, had to drop out.