Fornication Party in Chicago: The Wet and Sticky Ending

 Chicago—November, 2025

(This picks up where we left off in the last post…)

My tongue can’t really tell if there’s cum in this ass, 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.

He lazily looks back to see who is filling his butt.  He nods to me and then looks away, a look of satisfaction on his face.  I pick up my speed.  My balls are slapping his gorgeous ass.  I slow—and then pull out.  I go to my knees again.  Now I know there is a load in there.  It is trickling out of him.  I lick it up before I begin tongue fucking him again.

When I stand up to fuck, I notice another man jerking his cock as he watches me.

“Do you want to take a turn?” I ask him.

He nods.  I step to the side.  The guy sinks into Sean.  He moans.  He fucks him fast and hard.  Sean pushes back on the guy—and gets another load.  The guy vocalizes his orgasm, holding onto Sean’s hips for dear life.  He pulls out the moment he can breathe again.  He won’t let me clean his cock, but I have a feast of cum out of Sean’s ass.  I make sure to save some of the jizz—and fuck it deeper into the handsome man…

*

Keshawn finds me one more time.  This time we use a spanking bench.  It’s easy, with his long legs, to bend over and just use it as support.  I love how stretched his hole is.  He’s taken a lot of cock tonight.  And I’ve seen him using his big dick on a lot of men.  I spend quite some time on my knees, eating him out and making him moan.

I stand up and slide in.  It’s an easy glide, he’s awash with lube and spit and, maybe, a load.  I pump in and out—using my full length.  I slap his generous butt cheek.  The thwack is a nice accent to the sexual soundscape of the busy room.  I pull out, go to my knees and begin to tongue fuck him.  Keshawn squirms, then reaches back and helps spread his left cheek open so I can go deeper.

Cum oozes from him.  I am not greedy.  I sample some, but then work it back into him with my tongue.  I spit into his ass, stand up and push the rest of the cum back into his butt—as deep as my cock can get it…

*

“There you are.”

It’s a handsome man who’d found me on BBRT a few days ago.  We’d chatted.  He was a reader—and he wanted to buy one of my jocks.  I had brought one for him.  I had done the party so far with it stuck in the back waistband of my chaps.  I pull it out and he opens the bags and drinks in the musky smell of my dick—and all the ass juices the fabric has collected.

“Perfect,” he tells me and hands me the bills.  I stuff them in my sock.  He has a great ass on him, but right now, he wants to go put his new purchase in the bag with his clothes.  But he finds me again as soon as that’s accomplished.  “I’m tight, but I want that cock.”

We are at the same fuck bench where I fucked Sean Harding.  He gets up on it—his ass is gorgeous and full, an athlete’s ass.  I kneel and go to work.  He responds to the invasion of my tongue with a low moan.  He reaches back and spreads his full cheeks.  I tongue fuck him for a long time—making my dick the hardest it’s been all night.

I stand up.  I work my cockhead into him.  And then out.  Then in again.  He’s tight.  I begin to talk to him in a low voice, telling him of how long I wore the jock that is now his, and how it had been to a Fornication Weekend.  I’m honestly just chatting to take his mind off my cock.  And it works.  Every inch of me is deep inside him now.

I wait.  And begin to fuck.  He’s great at squeezing down on me.  His ass has a real ‘conversation’ with my cock.  A guy is watching us.  I let him takes a turn.  I have opened him nicely for his much thinner cock.  I go back up him, after the new guy pulls out and goes off. 

“So full…” says the bubble butted guy.

And he’s right…

*

I love Fornication and really go out of my way to fuck anyone who wants me.  I fuck men my age.  I fuck guys who are just 21.  And every age in between. I fuck heavy men.  Skinny guys.  Guys of all races.  Anyone who craves cock in their ass. 

I find the guy who bought the jock on a new fuck bench, one that faces another.  On the second bench is a guy who is incredibly hairy.  I eat out this new man and watch the jock buyer take a guy inside him.  That fucker looks at me, and after a few minutes, we nod to each other and switch partners.  We groan as we each enter the new ass—their asses are so different.  One hairy, one smooth.  One wide open, the other a great muscle butt.  The other top and I can’t get enough of the differences.  We keep pulling out and switching guys.   We go round and round, enjoying the two men until, finally, we stop and let others in to play.

But 15 minutes later, I’m back and do the same thing with another top...

*

It’s getting late—at least for me.  Keshawn finds me and wonders if I have a load for him.  I actually think I do.  We find an empty sling.  He jumps in and I eat his ass.  He’s been busy since I last tasted him.  He must have several loads in him now.  My cock is rampant, tasting those other men inside him.  I stand up and slide in.  He grunts and begins beating his dick.  I fuck.  I try to start slow, but I can’t.  My hips are in control—and I let them go to work.  I let out a moan, barely conscious that I’m doing it. My cock begins spitting out a load.  It’s not a nerve shattering orgasm, but my balls need release.  I try to fuck in the cum I’ve just shot in him—but can only manage a few strokes.  I pull out and sample it.  He’s nicely loaded.  He takes off, with a hug, and I sit in a dark corner, letting my cock recover. 

I actually close my eyes for a moment.  I think about the whole night.  As I think of the men and wet asses I’ve had, my cock shows signs of life.  I really do want a full-fledged, every nerve on fire, orgasm.

I find one of the men I have been inside repeatedly over the course of the night.  He’s in his early 40’s well-built and can’t get enough cock.  He looks like he’s just about to get out of the sling.  I ask if he would like my load.

“Hell, yes! I’ve got at least four in there for you.”

I kneel.  He takes poppers.  My tongue slips into his gaping hole.  He is awash with cum.  Perfect.  Just what I need.  I lap at it.  He moans.  “Like those loads, daddy?  I want yours, too…”

I stop licking at his creamy insides and stand up.  My cock is ready.  I plunge in.  The amount of cum in him makes for an incredibly juicy fuck.  Each stroke pulls some out.  The squishy sound of my fucking turns both of us on.  I fuck.  And fuck.  And…explode.

I don’t know how much jizz I shoot in him, maybe not much, but the feeling is there.  My body is wracked with the force of the orgasm and I hold onto the sling frame for support.  I let go and collapse on his chest.  His arms wrap around me.  Strangers three and a half hours ago, but not now.

“Damn, Daddy…”

I smile.  The perfect summation of my entire evening…

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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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)

IML 2025: Three in a Bed (and Sling)

 Chicago—May, 2025

 

The morning after the piss party, I was actually able to sleep in.  I had a lazy breakfast at my motel.  I made a few notes about the party, packed my bag and set out for north Chicago.  I was headed back to see Seth and Miles.

They had been part of my IML trip last year.  We had tried to meet at different points during the year in between IMLs, but scheduling three busy men had proved difficult.  But we had made it work for today.  I found the apartment easily—and Seth and I carried in the rimseat and sling as Miles cleaned up in the shower.

The two of them have moved from fuck buddies to living together.  Seth’s apartment was now his office.  He’d moved the double bed into what had been the living room.  There was still room for the sling alongside it.

Fresh from the shower, Miles and I, both naked but for jocks (and socks, in my case) idly fondled each other on the bed as Seth took a turn in the shower. We watched porn, our cocks swelling.  In moments, Seth was by our side…

 

Miles moves from stroking my cock to taking me deep into his throat.  I love seeing his handsome face contorted with the effort.  Seth moves around and does the same to Miles.  It is easy for me to bend and suck Seth, completing the circle of fellatio.   The sound of cock slurping fills the room, hotter than anything happening on the television.  Seth moves to my cock.  Miles sucks Seth.  I lick Miles’ dick for a moment, but I can’t keep my tongue out of his ass.  When I finally come up for air, Seth is right there to take over, making that hot ass even wetter.

“I need to get fucked…” murmurs Miles.  “Sling?”

He hops in.  Seth, ever the gentleman, tells me to go first.  I kneel and begin eating out that perfect ass in earnest.  Seth sticks his long dick into Miles’ mouth, muffling the moans of pleasure.  He is getting wetter and wetter as my tongue investigates his hole.  I love the taste of him and spend a long time on my knees.

I stand up, my cock throbbing.  I push into him, inch by inch.  Seth’s eyes are glued to my disappearing cock.  I pause, my entire shaft buried inside him.  He moans around the dick in his mouth.  I begin to fuck.  Slow and easy.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” says Seth. 

I pick up speed.  Miles takes the hard fucking, loving every stroke.

I pull out.  I want Seth to take a turn.  “Fuck him,” I say.  “But first, taste his ass on my cock.”

Seth bends and moans as he cleans me.  He moves to fuck Miles and I go into the younger man’s mouth.

Seth fucks.  I’m sucked. 

We trade.  I clean Seth’s cock before a long rim session and another fuck.  We switch again.  This time Miles is cleaning the cocks that come out of his ass.  This seems to make his jock pouch get very wet.

I go back to rimming Miles’ very wet hole.  I gesture for Seth to join me.  Side by side we take turns sticking our tongues into Miles as deep as possible.  I finally stand up and give him a blistering fuck.  Only when I stop do I see that Seth is under the rimseat, waiting.

I pull out and Miles jumps out of the sling.  He knows where he needs to be.  He sits down, blacking out Seth’s vision.  I can only imagine how wet Miles must be after the hard fucking I just gave him.  I keep busy sucking Seth’s rock-hard cock.  Miles is moaning and egging Seth on to go still deeper into his hole.  Seth’s cock is leaking precum like crazy, he is so turned on.

I tell Miles he should ride Seth to juice up his hole again.  He does.  Hard and fast.  He sits back on the seat.  This time I stick my cock in his mouth as he sits there, getting his ass reamed by Seth’s ever working tongue.  Seth is grunting.  I’m sighing.  Miles moans around my dick.

We pause.  We all get some water.  We want fresh palettes.

Seth gets under again, instructing me to sit on the seat.  Miles sucks Seth for a moment, then lolls on the bed watching his boyfriend eat my ass.  His tongue is incredible.  He works my tight pucker open.  His moaning as he does it, makes my cock get even juicier.

I can’t stay as long on the seat as I’d like.  My knees, from sitting on the low seat, are screaming at me.  I stand.

“If I can’t eat your ass, you better fuck me.”  Seth stands up and gets in the sling.  It is my turn to eat his ass.  Miles sits up on the bed.  Jerking himself.  As I stand and slide into Seth, Miles gets up and gives his cock for Seth to suck.  Last year was the first time I saw Miles top.  He’s ready to do it again.  I pull out and bring my wet dick to Seth’s mouth as Miles moves around and sticks his dripping cock into Seth.

“Fuck him!”

I love watching this bottom become versatile for the man he loves.  He fucks him hard.  Seth is groaning around my cock.  I pull out and slap my wet shaft on his face.  The groans become louder.

“Fuck him, or I’ll cum,” says Miles.

We switch.  Seth cleans Miles’ cock as I go to my knees and taste Miles’ precum inside Seth.  I stand up, using the slickness to fuck Seth’s gaping hole.  I fuck hard, rocking the sling frame.  Over and over.

Miles wants back inside him.  We shift around.  In moments, Miles is breeding him.  It’s a silent orgasm, but the look on his face is unmistakable.  He pulls out.  Surprised he got off.  He stumbles to the bed and sits.  I go to taste his load.  I lick up what’s escaping, but Seth stops me from eating more by saying he wants to rim me again. 

I choose the sling.  Seth has a little eight-inch step stool that is the perfect height for him to sit and work on my hole.  I close my eyes.  Miles is content watching his partner rim me.  I begin to bliss out—so much more comfortable in the sling.  Seth is a born rimmer.  He loves it every bit as much as I do.  His tongue is great.  I drift away and just let the warmth of his mouth take me out of the room.

He brings me back to reality.  “You are so open.  I really want to fuck you…”  He’s joking.  Sort of…

We flip.  I now really felch out the load Miles left behind.  We both thought the pause would bring Miles back into the game, but he doesn’t think he can take more dick.  “But I’ll help get you two off.” 

I fuck, loving the smoothness of Miles’ cum as lube.  I build to a fast fuck.

“Breed him!” whispers Miles.

Seth beats his cock, trying for a mutual orgasm.  I’m there first.  I stand still and empty my balls into him.  I shake—and hold onto the sling frame.  Miles takes over beating Seth’s dick.  Then Seth takes it back.  He is so close.  He really wants to shoot with my dick still in him, but can’t quite get there.

I finally have to pull out.  I substitute my tongue.  I feast on the mixed loads in his ass.  Telling him how hot it tastes, hoping words will help.  But no.  He finally calls a stop.

The guys go to Miles’ apartment, leaving me to sleep here.  I fall asleep hoping that Seth will get his load shot when it is just the two of them at home…

 

Here are links to posts and pictures of the three of us from last year.

The IML Glorious Threeway Just Keeps on Giving

IML: the Glorious Threeway