Fornication Party in Chicago

 

Chicago—November, 2025

I was excited.  The Fornication Party in Chicago was scheduled for the middle of the month.  I pulled out my Frequent Fornicator card and checked the number of punches.  Three holes.  I was due for a free party.  I made the reservation, gratified to save the admission price.

On the day of the event, it was an easy drive in.  I arrived ninety minutes before the start time.  I even found free parking on a side street.  I napped for 30 minutes, reclining my driver’s side seat.  (I knew I’d need the energy!) When my alarm went off, I ate the light meal I had packed.  Soon enough, it was time to walk over to the event.

Fornication is held in what is normally a straight BDSM club.  The building is nestled behind a number of other storefronts.  I went down the steep set of stairs to get in line—and got a hug from Keshawn, who had gotten there before me.  It was a cold night—and I was glad the doors opened right on time.

I stowed my clothes in my bag and donned my chaps and vest.  I was expecting it to be cool in the club—and wanted more than my jock and boots.  I checked my bag and went behind the partition.  There was a lot of fuck furniture from the club—plus a bunch of slings rented or borrowed from MAFIA, the Chicago fisting group.  Ray Dalton had always hung sheets of plastic to create several playing areas.  Today, the slings were in a row on one side of the room and the other fuck furniture filled the rest of the space.  Lots of men commented on how they loved everything out in the open.  I know I did—I love to watch everything going on as I am plowing a hole.

I recognized a guy I’d met at my first Fornication weekend in Georgia.  There were two men from the party I go to in Grand Rapids—there first time here.  And Keshawn, looking as hot as ever…

 

A take a sip of water.  I am done mingling.  I want to eat some hole.  I find a hot younger guy in the sling in the middle of the row.  He smiles at me and takes a hit of poppers.  I kneel and begin to lick his pucker.  I had watched him get fucked during my moment of mingling.  I love that some other cock has opened his hole for me.  His ass lips are already slightly puffy.  He croons his pleasure as I suckle them.  They fill my mouth.  He must use big toys or like fisting as he can’t be over 35.  I push my tongue deeper into him.

“Fuck me, daddy…”

I stand up and slide in.  Easily, he is so wet and open.  I lock eyes with him and begin to fuck.  Slow.  Deliberate.  Full length of my cock.  In and out. 

I build the speed.  The sling creaks.  The sound brings other men away from socializing to watch us fuck. 

“Fuck him harder, Daddy,” says one of the onlookers.  He strokes his fat cock to my fucking. 

I look at him.  “Try out his hole.”  I pull out and let him go in.  I bring my wet cock to the side of the sling and the young man cranes around to taste his ass jizz on my dick. 

“You opened him good…” Fat Cock groans. 

He pumps the younger man hard and pulls out.  We switch places.  I go back up the dripping hole and Fat Cock gets cleaned up with the bottom’s busy tongue.

After two more times of going back-and-forth, we let someone new fuck the guy.

I go find Keshawn.  We start for one sling, but it’s set too low.  We move down the row and find a taller one.  He hops in and I begin to eat his glorious ass.  I can’t tell if he’s had someone in him tonight yet or not.  I just get lost in eating him out.  His generous ass cheeks envelop me.

I stand up.  He hits the poppers and I slowly enter him.  Inch by inch.  I watch the expression on his face:  concentration to elation as I bottom out.  I hold and begin a slow fuck.  In and out.  I build quickly.  Slapping my balls hard against his upturned ass.

I pull out and sink to my knees.  Fuck!  If he was wet before, he’s now incredibly juicy.  I dig in.  I lick him out and spit it back inside him.  I get some precum off my own cock head and finger it into his wetness.  He moans—knowing just what I’m doing.

I stand and fuck him again.  Really savoring his ass and how it feels on my cock.  I love watching him stroke his huge dick in time with my strokes.  I slow the fuck, pull out and lick him out one more time.

We meet throughout the night.

I wander and take a moment to get my energy back.  I watch the sex happening around me.  It’s a smaller group tonight, but a playful one.

I find a large man in the sling at the other end.  He’s been ignored.  I kneel and eat his hole.  He groans.  I fuck him—hard enough that he begs me to stop or he’ll shoot—and it’s far too early in the evening for that.  I pull out and let him suck my cock as he lays there…

*

There is a major stud fucking every bottom who is in a sling.  He and I have bumped into each other several times.  He’s likely 25 years younger, gym built and has a cock that looks very much like mine (I have a more pronounced, flared head.)  We have tag teamed a couple of guys at this point.  The guy we are currently in is a bear—50-ish and hairy.  I can’t keep out of his ass—I love the hair on my cheeks as I rim.  And I really love eating his ass after the stud pulls out. 

I stand up and fuck.  Now, the stud goes again.  This time when he pulls out, I ask if I can suck him.  He looks surprised—then pleased—and is soon groaning as my tongue cleans him of all the bear’s juices on his dick.  He holds still and pants.

When I stand up—I fuck the bear.  I pull out and let him into the guy one more time.  This time when he pulls out, he touches my shoulder—eager for me to clean his cock.

We do it throughout the night—anytime we meet at the same sling at the same time.

*

The porn guys have been very busy with this crowd.  I talk a little to Dallas Steele, who was at that Georgia Fornication Weekend.  I’m pleased he remembers me, but we don’t fuck.  I let him get back to doing what he does best.

I eat the hot ass of a man on one of the fuck benches.  His ass is glorious—and has been used heavily (about 90 minutes in.)  I feast on it.

“You taste that load?” 

It’s not the guy—but a man, my age, standing next to me, watching me lick the guy out.  “He made me shoot—he’s so hot.” 

I make a noise that sounds like agreement.  My tongue can’t really tell if there’s cum in here, but my cock loves the idea.  It drips and I smear it around the head.  I stand up and enter the guy.  Only then do I see the tats and recognize that I’m fucking Sean Harding.  His generous ass envelops every inch of my cock…

 

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