A Wet Cock, a Hot Ass, and a Twisted Ball Sack

 My Playroom—June, 2025

I had a text from Kieran, the married guy with the great mouth.  He wanted to come to the playroom to be used.  He was free on Thursday, a day that he usually can’t get away.  I agreed.  The meet started really well.  He sat on the bed and I stood before him.  He gave me really great head.  But he wanted more.  So we switched to the sling.  I fucked for a moment, and quickly discovered he’d rushed his clean out.  (Perhaps hard to take the time required with a wife around.)  He was uncomfortable about using my cleaning equipment.  After a thorough wash, we tried to go back to just oral…but the spell had been broken…

We called it a day.

 

Near Home—June, 2025

Now it was Friday, usually a good day at the bookstore.  I arrived right around 1:30pm…

I enter the dark room.  It feels darker after the bright sunny day outside.  My usual seat is empty.  The cock sucking couple is here.  I nod to Shy One, sitting near the entrance, watching his partner give head to a man in the back corner.  I sit down and take out my swelling cock.  I hope that Shy One will get me started, but he doesn’t move.

Instead, the old man who loves to run a finger over my piss slit and lick himself clean, moves to sit next to me.  Moments later, his soft hand plays with my slit.  And again, until I produce the juices he longs to taste.  My balls give him what he wants.  He licks himself clean and he sighs.

Another man, slightly older than me, and one I have not seen here before, gets up.  He kneels in front of me, now that he sees I am open to play.  He leans in to suck the head of my cock while his right hand grasps the shaft.  Too tightly.  I wince.  He eases up, but only slightly.  He proceeds to jerk my dick, thinking I’ll shoot in the next 30 seconds as his mouth is on me, too.

Nicely, I tell him his mouth feels great, but not the hand.  He removes his fist, takes me a little deeper in his mouth and decides not to bother with my dick at all.  He gets up and sits down, glaring at the other older man who is fingering my piss slit again.

I hear a repressed groan from behind us.  Shaved Head has gotten the load from the man he’s been sucking.  After a few minutes of recovery time, Shaved Head shows up at my shoulder.  He hefts my dick, kneels and begins sucking me in earnest.  I like the idea that another man’s load is still, at least partially, on his tongue.  He works me hard, but his knees tire, before I could possibly give him a second load.  He gets up and the couple go off for a late lunch.

I sit and stroke.  The old man next to me makes just occasional swipes of my slit, now.  Still turned on by my taste.  Finally, he leaves.  The guy with the grip of death leaves a few minutes later.  There are two other men here, but I don’t know either.  One, of course, on his phone—the other avidly watching the straight porn.  I choose to just jerk for the moment.  A long one.  It’s at least 15 minutes until the door opens.

It's Cute College Kid.  Perfect.  He sits next to me and takes out his cock.  I haven’t seen him since I finally loaded his ass.  I hope he wants me inside him again.

He smiles at me again, and leans down, rather awkwardly from his chair seat, to suck my cock.  It’s a bad angle, but he’s cute and enthusiastic.  He straightens up, just as my cock is nicely juicing.

“Suck me,” he whispers.

I go to my knees and take his cock into my mouth.  The moment I have him buried in my throat, he pulls me off him.  “Let’s move.” And he points to the seats in the back corner.  He’s never been shy before—and the two men in the room have barely looked at us.  But we move.  He strips off his pants before he sits down.  I go to my knees and suck his cock.  He uses his hands to hold me in place when I go deep.  This is different.  He feels very demanding today.  I don’t mind, but it’s surprising.  I lick up the length of his shaft.  His prick is dripping profusely.  I clean him up.

“Balls,” he tells me.

I am happy to lick the fragrant orbs.  They have been out in the hot weather for a good portion of the day.  I suckle them clean.  I lift them and lick his perineum.  He groans and pulls me back up to his balls.  Again, I move under them, my tongue headed to his ass hole.

“Not yet,” he commands.  He’s getting off on telling me what to do.  I’m just fine with that.  He directs me to suck his cock some more.  I do.  I can feel he’s close.  He senses it to.  He pulls me off his dick and stands up.  “Eat me.”

He turns and kneels on the chair seat.  I bury my face in his crack.  Instantly his left hand comes back and hold my head in place, his right being busy on his cock.  I lap at his crack and try to burrow into his hole.  He releases me and lets me slobber all over his pucker.  I grease up my cock as I do it.  Finally, I know I need to fuck.  I stand up and try to push into him.

“No,” he hisses squirming away from me, “not with those guys here.”

He’s never cared about an audience.  I go back to my knees.  I am quite happy tongue fucking his hole.  And so is he.  Suddenly, he moves around, desperate to feed me his load.  He turns just in time to let me take his cock into my mouth.  I am rewarded with a gushing of sperm down my throat.  He groans.  I clean up his dick.  He’s still hard.  Always good for two.

“You can fuck me in the bathroom.”

I hate using the restroom for private play.  It’s too bright and rude for the men who have to actually use it.  I make an ambiguous noise.  I go back to sucking his cock, knowing round two usually happens quite quickly.  But in a few minutes, his dick goes down.  Spent.  “Sorry, I gave you all I got…”

He reaches for his clothes and takes off.

I move back to my seat and jerk.  I wait.

Gym Built, who is all about CBT, comes in.  He sees me and sits next to me.  From someone I saw occasionally, he’s suddenly a regular. “Hoped you’d be here,” he whispers.  He loses his pants.

 I suck his hard cock for a moment, but then concentrate on pulling and stretching his ball sack as he works his shaft.  I begin to crush his nuts between my two palms.

He groans.  He beats faster.

I take his dripping cock into my mouth.  Briefly.  I know what he needs to get off.

Stretch.  Crush.  Stretch.  Crush.  Take them into my mouth and soothe them with my tongue.

Repeat.  Over and over

Gym Built huffs his poppers.  I start stretching again the moment they hit.  His hand moves in a blur on his cock.  I begin the crushing process…and he starts to shoot.  I lean in and get the second blast and all the rest.  He pants as I clean him up.

“Damn,” he says as he pulls on his shorts.  “You are the only guy who knows how to do it.”

I smile, still tasting his load on my tongue…

An Orgy of Threesomes

 Grand Rapids—May, 2025

Sometimes when I come home from a big sex event, it can take me a couple of adventures to get back into the swing of my ‘normal’ sex life.  Not this year.  I’d had fun at the bookstore (detailed in the last post) and the very next day I was headed north for the occasional, but always hot, group play session I attend.

I arrived a little early.  I set up the rimseat alongside the bed.  It was pushed a little more into the center of the room so it was even easier to get at someone from all sides.  The sling was up in the other room on the opposite side of the stairway, with the mirror hung above it.  I went down to strip.  The host and his tall, thin friend with a big dick, were already naked as they bustled around the kitchen. 

The handsome man, who spent the last of these parties in a leather hood, arrived.  He opted not to wear the hood tonight.  I was secretly happy at that decision, as I wanted to see his face as I plowed into him.  I called him Hooded Man in the post about that meet—today, we will use his name:  Kane.

The Black Cub, who is all top, was the next to arrive.  His best friend, a versatile white man and also a cub, followed him in the door.  Another, tall gangly stranger appeared.  All three of them got naked.

As I was in the act of silencing my phone, it went off.  The others trooped upstairs as I dealt with a mini emergency from where I was occasionally working.  I told the caller what he needed to know, silenced the phone and grabbed my lube.  I had opted for the same look as I had worn for the Fornication Party:  dirty jock, leather vest, leather wrist band and combat boots.  I clomped up the stairs…

 

The host is on all fours on the bed. Kane is fucking him with his thick, slightly curved, cock.  Kane is getting fucked as the same time by the tall, thin friend of the host.  I literally pause in the door frame and just look at the hot tableau.  I take my hardening cock out of the pouch.  The tall man I don’t know goes to his knees and gets me hard.  The black and white cubs are taking turns sucking each other.

I ask my cocksucker if he wants it in his ass.  He does, but not yet.  He moves to suck the cubs. 

The trio on the bed changes.  The friend of the host pulls out of Kane’s ass.  I bend down and clean his dick.  He sighs as I get my first taste tonight of Kane’s butt.  The moment I have had my fill of that I turn him around and eat his ass.  He groans.  “Fuck me.”

I stand up.  He has his legs on the floor and is leaning on the bed.  I thrust into him.  I notice that the white Cub is in Kane’s ass now, as Kane continues to fuck the host.

Two more arrivals.  The cute young man I met at the last gathering, wearing his black glasses, arrives.  He goes instantly to his knees to service that tall, thin man.  Behind him is the shaved headed Latin Top, the man who I occasionally see (and fuck) at the bookstore.  He has not been to this group all winter.  He strokes himself to hardness and soon, taps me on the shoulder so he can take a turn up the ass I am fucking.

We take turns on the host’s friend.  One in his ass and one in his mouth.  And rotate.  And again.  Latin Top notices that Kane’s ass is empty.  He instantly fills it.  It’s a much bigger cock than either of the other two that have been in Kane tonight.  He groans—and slows his own plowing of the host’s wet hole.  I watch.  And wait my turn, as I continue to fuck the ass in front of me…

*

I grab some water and take a long pull of it.  I stand to the side of the Black Cub who is being sucked by Black Glasses.  The contrast of the two skin tones could not be hotter.  Black Glasses is as pale as I am and makes the black cock in his mouth look even darker.  Black Cub, ever the gentlemen, moves Black Glasses from his dick to mine.  I let the young man suck me and return the favor, pushing back onto the other dick.

“He needs to be fucked,” Black Cub tells me.  Black Glasses agrees.  He finds a spot on the bed to kneel.  I eat his ass.  Black Cub moves around so he can still use the young man’s mouth.  I stand up and work my way into his tight hole.  He groans around the other dick invading his oral cavity.  We both fuck into him, making him squirm.

I look around the room.  The threeway is the position of the night.  Sometimes it is one in the ass and one in the mouth.  Or, like the evening began, a versatile guy sandwiched between the ass he’s fucking and his own hole being invaded.   I offer Black Cub a turn in Black Glasses butt, but he prefers to stay where he is.  I am spelled by the friend of the host, who slides into the hole I just opened.

I watch Latin Top ravish Kane.   The host’s mouth is available, so I have his suck my cock.  He relishes the fact it’s been in two asses already.  Finally, Latin Top pulls out.  Kane finally stops his assault on the Host’s ass.  I urge the Host to spin around and clean that big dick that has given him so much pleasure.  He does, making a hot slurping sound.

Kane grabs me and pulls me close.  “Daddy, it’s your turn now.”

He kneels on the bed.  I eat his well fucked hole.  A series of guys stick their cocks into his mouth during this.  I am eating him out long enough for at least two men to get a sample of his oral skills.  I stand up and slide in.  He gasps.  I don’t know who’s bigger, Latin Top or me, but we are about to let his ass find out.  LT is right beside me.  He watches me fuck—and is eager to get back into this hot man.   I revel in the hot hole—it’s a talented one.  I fuck and fuck.  Finally, I pull out.  I move to his mouth and Latin Top invades him once again.  For the next 15 minutes we rotate on this hot man.  Fuck and suck.  Change holes.  And again.

We finally let him off the bed.  He kisses us both and goes to find some water.

I settle under the rimseat.  Black Glasses has never been on one and wants to try it out.  He sits.  My tongue goes up his all but hairless ass, a wonderful contrast after Kane’s incredibly hairy one.  He moans and squirms, telling me to eat his hole.  Someone comes over and gives him a cock to suck.  Someone else, sucks me.  I love not being sure who has joined us—and just concentrate on eating out the hot ass in my face.  Now my sucker is riding my cock.  I am pretty sure it’s the host.  Then I know it is, he is urging Black Glasses to ride my dick and then take the seat again.  I make affirmative noises into his hole.  The two men switch places.  BG rides and the host sits and I eat out his freshly fucked hole.  The host moans and keeps a string of dirty talk going as BG impales himself on my cock.

“Switch,” says the host.  They do.  Black Glasses sits back down, his hole dripping his ass juices and my precum…

*

Latin Top is plowing Kane in the sling.  I join them.  Latin Top pulls out and lets me fuck the wet ass.  I fuck for a few minutes and let LT back in.  I go to my knees to watch the thick dick split him open.  LT knows what I want.  He fucks a few thrusts into Kane, then a few into my mouth.  When he goes back up Kane’s ass, I stand and drool the hot mix of juices into Kane’s open mouth.  We are three men, perfectly attuned to what the other two want and need. 

Now it’s my turn to fuck Kane’s ass.  Latin Top is standing on his tip toes and feeding his wet dick to Kane.  I fuck Kane hard, rocking the sling.  LT takes another turn.  This time his right hand goes to his right butt cheek and pulls it to the side.  I know what he needs.  I slather coconut oil on my dick, stand up and slowly push into Latin Top’s hole.  He stops fucking, concentrating on taking it.  I see Kane’s face light up at this new twist. LT pants—and takes my full length.  I stand still.

“You do the fucking,” I murmur.  He begins a slow fuck into Kane and then pushing back onto me on the backstroke.  He takes every inch of me.  And gives every inch of himself to Kane.  Over and over.  Until he says: “Pull out or I’ll shoot!”

I do.

Others come by and fuck Kane as Latino Top and I suck the other’s cock.  Then we are back up Kane and sharing his hole some more.  The Host arrives, hoping for some felching.  He settles for licking Kane’s wet fuck hole.  Once he stands up, I lean the host so he is holding Kane from the side.  I fuck him as Kane is fucked by LT. 

“Switch,” commands the host.  And we do…

*
It’s breeding time.  We’ve been playing for close to three hours.  Some men have cum and gone.  We are back on the bed, Latin Top, Kane and I.  The question is who will let loose first.  I am currently up Kane.  I pause for the briefest of licks to his wet hole.  But it’s enough to make me shoot—that ‘get it out of my balls without the fireworks’ type of orgasm.  I pull out of Kane’s dripping ass; my cum begins to trickle down his crack.  This galvanizes Latin Top.  He pushes into him.

“So wet,” he murmurs.  “Take some more…”  And he begins to shoot.  I watch LT’s ass pulse as he fires into the hot young man.

He pulls out.  The host does ATM on Latin Top.  I dive into the cummy hole.  Kane groans—and pushes.  The cum flood begins and slides out of him.   Into my mouth.  I swallow our mixed loads.  I can’t get enough of it.  But my cock tells me differently.  I stand up and just make it into his hole before every nerve ending goes off with the full-on real thing…

"No Condom For Me!"

 Near Home—May, 2025

After the Fornication party, I walked back to my car elated.  I was in a terrific mood and the sex, rather than tiring me, energized me.  I drove back to Michigan.  Three hours of re-living the men I had just fucked.  I fell into bed and that’s when sleep hit me.  I barely stirred all night.

I deliberately didn’t do anything sexual for a couple of days.  I needed to let things settle.  I did mundane things like the dentist.  And laundry.  I reported selected details about my IML adventures to my brother.  Otherwise, I ate and read and slept. 

But by Friday, after three days of nothing to do with him, my dick woke me up with a raging hard on and the clear message he was ready for another outing.  I did morning chores, ate lunch early and ventured back to my usual bookstore that afternoon…

 

The parking lot is all but empty.  Friday afternoons have been a good day in the past.  I decide that maybe I’m early.  I go in.  There are two men here.  One, in a ball cap, nods to me.  The other, on his phone, never looks up.  Ever.  I nod back to the guy who, in the dim light, looks to be late 30’s.  He’s kept in shape, too.

I sit in my usual chair and pull out my hardening cock.  I stroke to the porn.  Ball Cap decides to take out his dick, too.  His hand covers his dick, as he beats it.

The door opens.  Gym Dude, the guy who can take such a tremendous throat fucking, comes in.  He sees me and sits down right next to me.  He takes out his thick cock and his right hand gets busy, but his left hand is now stroking me.  Ball Cap is not discouraged.  He is stimulated to stroke faster.

Gym Dude’s hand feels good.  But I want his mouth.  And say so.  He reminds me he can’t kneel—so I stand up.  I slap his face with my wet cock.  Ball Cap is galvanized into beating his own meat at an even faster tempo.  I plunge into Gym Dude’s slightly open mouth.  I make him take my entire length on the first stroke.  He chokes (on purpose) squeezing my dick deep in his throat.  I pull back, keeping my dripping head in his mouth.  His tongue is all over me. 

I let him take charge.  He licks.  He pulls off my cock and spits on it and tongues up all that saliva.  He takes me to the root again.  I fuck the last quarter inch into him.  This time he chokes and he’s not doing it on purpose.  I give him air—and let him continue to pleasure himself on my cock—right along with all the pleasure he’s giving me.

Now, I close my eyes and let him work.  Almost without realizing it, I begin a slow pump into his mouth.  He ovals big.  When I realize what I’m doing, I grab the sides of his head and begin a blistering throat fuck.  When I finally pull out, I am rewarded with long, thick stands of spittle connecting his mouth and my cock.  I wrap them around my shaft and push into his mouth again.  After another throat attack, he asks for a break.

I sit down.  I use his spit as lube and stroke.  He digs for his phone.  He flips through it and shows me a picture. 

Well, fuck.  How had I missed this??  Gym Dude is the guy who brought his girlfriend into the old theatre set up and dared her to see if I would fit inside her.  (I did, though a tight fit.) His new, more active dealings with men, totally clouded that connection for me.  But here he is showing me his cock inside her—and telling me he wants the three of us together again.

He shows me more, very explicit pics.  The best is a massive load covering the young woman’s privates.  “This big guy shot all over her after the fuck and made me clean her up,” he whispers.  His cock is fully erect and quivering.  With barely a moment for the change of thought, he says “I am so horny today—will you fuck me?”

I nod.  He reminds me he wants it covered.  That’s fine by me as I am guessing he wouldn’t clean out for an impromptu visit here.  I rubber up as he strips.  “Don’t stop, even if I beg you to, until I’ve shot.”

I agree and lube the Magnum.  He bends, hands on the chair seat, jutting his hairy ass in my direction.  I split open his pucker.  He’s tight—but he takes it.  The moment I’m in him his cock gets rock hard.  He begins beating it.  Twice as fast I’m stroking into him.

It won’t take long.  He is breathing fast.  “I can’t take it!” he moans.  I push into him harder—and be blasts his load all over the floor.  He twists his hips off of me—just as I’m pulling out.  He is panting and trying to catch his breath.  I look down and am thrilled I had a condom on.  I peel it off carefully—no mess on me, but I go wash anyway.

He is dressed and waiting for the restroom as I come out.  He pats my shoulder, goes in and locks the door.

I sit back down.

The guy on his phone is still on it.  Did he ever look up?  I doubt it.  He may not have cared, but Ball Cap is excited.  He comes over and sits in the chair vacated by Gym Dude.

“You really love to fuck,” he whispers.

“I do.”

I can see him better now.  He is certainly not in his 30’s as I thought earlier when he was across the dark room, but likely a very well preserved 50.  

He stops stroking his fairly average dick.  “Do you have the energy to fuck me, too?”

“I do.”

“And no condom for me—I know how to clean.”

“Even better…”

We aren’t wasting time. The guy is on his feet and stripping.  He’s in good shape.  He bends; his smooth butt offers a nice change.  I surprise him with some rimming.

“Damn, that feels good…”

He jerks a little more but stops himself as I stand up.  I am lubed and ready.  I slide in.  This guy is talented.  He squeezes down on me in welcome and lets up so I can thrust in ease.  He pants.  He does poppers and begins to jerk himself again as I begin to fuck.  His ass is milking me.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans.  “Fuck me.”

I slap his ass in appreciation.  He groans again.  I am actually pretty close his ass is so accommodating.

“I want to feel you shoot,” he moans.

I fuck harder.

“When did you cum last?” he murmurs.

“Monday…”

“Yummm…a three-day load…”

I pick up the pace some more.  His being so verbal is really doing it for me.

“Give me the load he didn’t want,” he hisses.

That does it.  I am firing into him.  Spurt after spurt.  I hold his smooth hips a long time, emptying my balls deep in his ass.  I pull out slowly, enchanted by the trickle of cum that begins to ooze from his once tight pucker…

IML 2025: Final Thoughts

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IML 2025 Fornication Party: The Moist and Sticky Conclusion

 Chicago—May, 2025

 

(This picks up right where we left off…)

I go to my knees and eat his well fucked ass.  Fuck, this guy is wetter than the young man on the table.  I lick and spit and make him wetter yet.  I rear up and slide in.  The guy begins to pant. His arm goes out to his side, using the sofa for more balance.  There is a lit bicep band on it.  I look more closely and realize I am fucking Matt Coven.  And I thought he’d be topping all evening...

He pushes back on me, eager to take every last inch.  It’s my turn to groan.  But it makes me fuck him harder…which is just what he wants…

I keep drilling him until I need to catch my breath.  I pull out and go to my knees, cleaning up his wet ass for the next fucker.  When I stand up, I thank him and he laughs.  He moves on to a twinkish young man.  Matt leans him on the couch back and begins to plow his hole.

I turn.  One of the guys who sucked me back-to-back right after my first Keshawn fuck is standing there. 

“That was Matt Coven, wasn’t it?” he says quietly, right in my ear. 

I nod.

“I’d love to eat his ass like you just did.”

“Go for it, I’m sure he’d let you.”

The man shakes his head.  “I couldn’t ask him that…he’d expect me to fuck him.  I’m just an oral guy.”

I smile at him.  “Then taste his ass on my cock.”

He gasps—and then gives me a huge grin as he goes to his knees.  He pleasures himself as he sucks my wet dick.  He licks my shaft, my balls, my drooling head.  He can’t get enough; he keeps going and going. There is a moment that I wonder if he just shot his load, but I can’t be sure.  Eventually, he stands up, rather shakily, and thanks me profusely before heading to the bar.

I sit on one of the benches in the back corner.  I take a long sip of water.  Keshawn finds me.  He leads me to the sling and I fuck his ass again.  I am sure he’s taken some loads.

“Three,” he confirms.

I fuck him harder, really churning the other men’s cum.  I am more than happy to go to my knees and clean up the frothy mess, before another interested top takes over.

I wander.  I see two men waiting at another sling as a third is fucking the man in it.  I figure out why their waiting—it’s Sean Harding taking the fuck.  I stay to watch.  The first guy moves on.  The next man pushes his hard cock into Sean.  He fucks him for a few minutes.  Really hard and deep.  He pulls out and the third guy goes up.  This guy loses his load in Sean as soon as he slides in.  He pulls out, sheepishly, but satisfied.  I’m next.  I go to my knees and clean up the cum leaking from that hot ass.  I spit some on my cock and fuck it into him.  Sean is in a state of bliss.  He moans.  I fuck his creamy hole.  Long and slow.  Loving the wet sound my cock makes inside him.  I stop only when I sense there is a man behind me who wants a turn.

I go back to the corner.  The young man is still on the table.  He’s begun taking loads, too as the evening wears on.  There are two men waiting so I move to an older Black man leaning on the other end of the same table.  His bubble butt of an ass is jutting out and being filled by a hot muscle guy, also Black, and likely 10 years younger.  Muscle Top nods to me.  “You like creamy hole?” he asks.

I nod.  He pulls out and tells me to fuck the guy.  I push in.  The guy is incredibly wet and slick.  I fuck him.  Muscle Top stays to watch.  I offer him the ass again.  He takes it.  He loves that I clean his dick of stray cum before I fuck the ebony ass once more.  When I pull out, I am thrilled he licks the anonymous cum off me…

*

I find a cub on a rather rickety fuck bench.  I have had him here before.  I fuck him again.

I watch Rick Kelson across the room.  The man has topped as much as I have all night, each time with a fuck of considerable force.  I go over to get a better look.  One of the bottoms waiting for Rick, bends for me, right next to the man Rick is fucking.  I fuck him and watch Rick fuck.  I have seen other tops take Rick orally tonight, but he has a backlog of men to fuck.  I leave him to it.

I go back to the back table and the young man who’s been there all night.  He has a heavily tatted Latino up him currently.  Matt Coven is also here, plowing into a muscle guy.  I am glad to just watch the two men fuck.  Matt sees me as he pulls out.  I step in, and he juts his ass out towards me.  I fuck him.  The muscle guy he was doing stays to watch me fuck the man who was destroying his hole.  I fuck Matt just as hard as he was fucking the muscle guy.

I pull out.  The muscle guy offers his ass.  I fuck it as Matt moves to take over from the tatted Latino.  I fuck the muscle guy until Matt pulls out of the young man.  I go over.  Matt has left a frothing mess of other men’s cum dripping out of that hot ass.  I go to my knees and clean the young man up.  He recognizes my tongue and moans how good it feels.  I stand up with a mouthful of cum.  I bend over him and he opens wide.  I drool out the mixed loads so he can taste them, too.  He swallows.  His eyes roll back in his head as my cock find it’s way into his slick ass.

“Breed me, daddy.  I want your cum so bad…”

I speed up the fuck.  I could easily drop the load.  But there is also another hour of the party…I hold on to it.  I do clean up his hole when I pull out and snowball all the stray cum to him.  I tell him I will see him later…

*

Keshawn finds me on the way back from getting another bottle of water.  The only sling available is the low one.  He hops in and I kneel.  He’s taken more loads.  I lap at the viscid droplets oozing out of him.  I stand up, spitting some of the cum from my mouth onto my cock.  I push into him, balls deep.  He is rock hard and stroking.  I fuck him.  Hard.  Keshawn is close.  I know that look in his eyes.  His hand is pounding his massive cock. “I’m gonna shoot…” he moans.

I speed up the fuck.  The sound of my hips slapping his full butt fills the space.  He moans once more and begins to spurt all over himself.  It is a huge, pent-up load.  I mop some up, pull out and coat my cock with it.  My cock slips inside him one last time, coating his insides with his own jizz…

*

Three fucks later, I now think about cumming and going home.  I go to the table.  The young man I have visited repeatedly is gone.  I’ve missed my opportunity there.  The crowd is slowly dispersing.  Then I see Matt Coven.  He is on his back on a sofa.  A tall, lean top, with a long, curved dick is fucking him.  I have been around this top a number of times.  I even cleaned his cock once, relishing his large foreskin.  And here he is about to breed Matt.  I watch and stroke.  In moments, he shoots deep inside Matt.  He kisses him and takes off.

Matt sees me and stands up.  He bends against the sofa back.

“You up for another load?” I ask, I hope rhetorically.

Matt moans for an answer.  I lick his hole for the briefest moment.  I stand up and sink into his ass.  Men have been using him a lot tonight.  His ass is super wet with cum.  It is going to take me no time at all.  I fuck.  I speed up.  I am so damn close.  And I am there.  I grab his hips and hold on as my balls empty into this hot man…

IML 2025 Fornication Party: Fucking Wet Holes

 Chicago—May, 2025

I had a lazy Monday morning at Seth’s after the three-way the night before.  I packed up the sling and rimseat and got them in the car.  I drove back to the northside for a big brunch.  Afterward, I napped a little in my car.  I had found free parking once again, within easy walking distance of the Fornication Party.

I arrived at the hidden entrance, just before the start time at 5pm.  The venue is a straight BDSM club—that also rents out the space for private parties such as Fornication or the Chicago fisting group.  My fuckbud, Keshawn, was already in line.  His birthday had been just a few weeks ago.  We had agreed that I would be giving him his birthday fucks here tonight.  We hugged.

The doors opened.   I was about the 10^th man in.  My Frequent Fornicator card was punched—and it is now full.  The next party in Chicago will be free.  I stripped to boots, yellow jock, wrist band and a leather vest my brother gave me when I helped him move.  (It is a leather weekend, after all.)  I stowed my bag with the good looking, and nearly naked, coat check guy.

I heard my name called.  It’s Ray Dalton.  I was surprised to see him as I knew the Chicago Fornication Party was franchised out for someone else to run.  But here he was.  He gave me a bear hug and we chatted.  He also introduced me to Luke Morrison, who performed at the first Chicago party, and now is in charge of the event here.

The porn guys gathered for pictures.  I watched for a moment, but the call to get into the play space—hidden behind a plastic curtain hung from the rafters—was too strong.   I went in…

 

There are slings everywhere.  Fuck tables.  Fuck benches.  All arranged into three big spaces with more hanging plastic.  I head to the back corner where there is a sling, some regular benches and a fuck table.  And Keshawn. 

There are also men having sex.  I am not usual ice breaker today.  I nod to Keshawn.  He grins.

“Let’s use the sling.”

He jumps in.  I go to my knees and eat his hot ebony ass for a long time.  He moans and the poppers open.  He huffs them as my tongue fucks his hole.  He has had a lot of action over this weekend—his ass lips are puffy before we begin.  I lick them and they grow bigger yet.

I stand up and slide in.  The sling is low for me, but I don’t care.  I’m in a hot butt.  Men ring the sling to watch us.  I fuck him, slow and deep. 

“Give him that big cock…” says a voice behind me.

I speed up, slamming my hips against his upturned ass.  I slow down.  I pull out and slap my wet cock on his colorful jock.  I go to my knees and I eat his hole once more.  When I’ve had my fill, I help him out of the sling.  Keshawn hugs me and he moves through the crowd out of our corner.  I stay by the sling.  A man around my age asks if he can suck my cock.  He knows exactly where it’s been.  He goes to his knees and cleans off Keshawn’s ass jizz.  Others wait their turn.  The moment the first guy stands up, another older man takes his place.  His mouth is just as good.  In all, I go through five men—all good cocksuckers and all around my age—each giving me an oral thank you for the fuck I just threw Keshawn.

There is a man in his 30’s, white and slim, on the fuck table back here.  He lies on his back, holding his legs so his thighs are pressed against his chest.  A Black man in his 40’s is eating his hole.  Soon he stands up and slides his cock into the bottom.  I watch and wait, stroking myself a little.  The guy gives him a hard fucking.  He pulls out.

“Your turn,” he grins, as he clambers up on the big table, in order for the young man to lick his dick clean.  I move around and kneel.  This young man is very wet.  I bury my tongue in him.  I love that he moans around the thick cock in his mouth as I do it.  I stay down there a long time, making him even wetter.  Finally, I stand up and sink into him.  The Black top watches me fuck.  He slaps his dick on the young man’s cheek as I plow into the younger man.

When I pull out, I move to have him clean my cock.  Black Top is ready for round two in the now wetter ass.  He fucks him and the hot young man cleans me. 

“Fuck him again…” says Black Top as he pulls out.  We happily rotate once more…

*

There is another young man, sitting on a bench in this back corner, who looks familiar.  He is making out with a Latin guy.  I am drinking water and letting my breath return to normal after my round robin of fucking at the table.  The dark-haired guy, once he’s alone, turns to me.

“So how have you been?”

He reminds me he is a guy I met and fucked at my very first Fornication Weekend down in Georgia.  We chat about that for a moment.  Then he has me sit where he was sitting.  He sucks my cock, leaving thick trails of spit behind.  Then he proceeds to sit on me. 

He gasps.  “You didn’t get any smaller!”

But he takes me.  To the root.  I let him be in charge.  He bounces on my cock.  He keeps it up until his legs can’t take it anymore.  I stand up and he gives me another round of head before he disappears.  I never see him again during the next three hours…

I move out of the corner.  I find a hot man, white but very tan, waiting in a sling that is hung higher.  I eat his hole and fuck him.

I fuck a Latin guy bent over a fuck bench.

In yet another sling, I fuck a very overweight white guy, who hasn’t got much action.  His hole devours my dick…

*

Keshawn finds me.  He leads me to a table where he can just bend.  I kneel and lick his wet hole.  He’s been busy.  I stand up and fuck him.  The moment I pull out, another guy wants to go in.  I leave them to it…

I go back to the thin young man on the table.  He is still there—and getting fucked.  He happy to see me back.  The man pulls out and goes to stand near the sling.  I kneel and eat the freshly fucked ass of the young man.  He is wet—but still with his own juices and random saliva and precum.  I stand up and fuck him hard.  He moans.  “You will have to breed me later…”

I smile.  No promises there.

I pull out.  “Will you do something for me?”

He nods.  Excited.

“Sit on my face.”

He sits up, all smiles.  The table is long enough for tall, old me to lie down on it.  The young man stands, straddling my chest.  I tell him to ride my tongue for awhile and then ride my dick, before he sits back on my face.  He nods.  And sits.  Fuck—his hole is right on my mouth.  I tongue fuck him, deep and hard.  He groans.  Another mouth is on my cock.  I have no clue who it is and don’t care.  I keep licking up all the ass juices this young man is making.

The mouth leaves my cock.  The young man rises, turns and sits on my dick.  I am pleased to see we have an audience of men beating their cocks.  He rides me expertly for a few minutes, before standing back up and sitting on my face.  His ass is wet and sloppy.  My tongue darts into him.  I feel a new mouth of my cock, slurping up the juices there.  The kid grinds down on me, cutting off my air supply…

*

I am sitting, drinking from my water bottle when Keshawn finds me again.  We go to the sling that is more comfortable for my long legs.  I fuck him hard and fast.

We go off in separate ways.

I see a tall top, fucking a hot man bent over the back of a couch.  The top is young and white, with a long thin cock.  We have been in a number of the same asses tonight.  I go over to see who he’s in now.  The bottom is thin and hot; his arms are covered in tats.  I patiently wait my turn to go next.  The tall top is fucking him hard.  He slaps the guy’s ass and pulls out.  I move in.  The guy makes to stand up and my hand on his back, makes him stay right in place.

I go to my knees and eat his well fucked ass.  Fuck, this guy is wetter than the young man on the table.  I lick and spit and make him wetter yet.  I rear up and slide in.  The guy begins to pant. His arm goes out to his side, using the sofa for more balance.  There is a lit bicep band on it.  I look more closely and realize I am fucking Matt Coven.  And I thought he’d be topping all evening...

He pushes back on me, eager to take every last inch.  It’s my turn to groan.  But it makes me fuck him harder…which is just what Matt wants…

(Lots more to cum…in part two)