Re-post: Kevin at Toronto's Cum-Union

 

Re-post:  Kevin at Toronto's Cum-Union

Toronto—September, 2016

I had finished up my work in Northern Indiana, gone to the piss party at the end of the week, and by the next Monday I was headed out of state for my annual trip to Canada.  I was going to spend most of my time in a slightly different place this year, but more on that later.  I started as I always do, with a trip to Toronto.

I had been in contact with Canadian Kevin, as he’s known on here. 

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We have met twice—at a CumUnion and at a Rough House event both held at the Toronto SteamWorks.  The two of us were both eager to see each other again—as our last two meetings had been aborted due to different family emergencies.  We timed it for the CumUnion night at SteamWorks.  I will need to find him in a sling room…

 

The energy of the bathhouse is high.  It’s crowded.  And hot.  I walk past the slurp ramp on the way to my room.  It’s packed.  I find my small room and change into my leathers.  I begin the circuit of the open doors.  He’s not in the best sling room—where we met—a room that has a closable iron gate so men can watch the action and stick their hard cocks through the grill work.  And he’s not in the room right next to it—where we played the second time.  I walk towards the corner room, aware of the stares of the guys I meet in the corridor—all in their towels.  Their eyes linger on my leather and the jock pouch full of swollen cock waiting to spring free.  Some are surprised.  Some love it.  One twink looks panicked.

The door is open.  It’s dark in the room.  A cute, young guy is fucking the hot man in the sling.  I’ve come to the right place.  I toss my bag on the bed and get my cock out.  I stick it in Kevin’s mouth.  At least I am pretty sure it’s Kevin with this low light.  Once I feel his mouth I’m quite sure.  The man fucking Kevin re-doubles his efforts.  He’s in the home stretch, it seems. 

“Fuck!”  He pulls out, rips off the condom.  Kevin lets go of me, but keeps his mouth open as he sits up in the sling.  The first spurt hits him on the chin.  The rest covers his gym built chest.  The top shoots us a grin and leaves.  I bend over and kiss his cummy lip hello.

We chat a little.  He tells me that he’s been here for an hour.  He’s had two cocks in him—but this was the first load.  He hands me the chalk.  I write on the wall:  Me.  Them.  Loads.  Two hashmarks under Them and one mark under Loads.  Cocks in his mouth don’t count in the tally.

I get on my knees—leaving the door open—and get to work on eating out his hole.  He’s juicy and ready from the men who’ve been up him.  I eat and spit.  Lick and swallow.  I suit up while I’m grinding my beard into his hole.  I stand up and enter him.

“I—I’d forgotten how thick you are,” Kevin grunts out.  I keep right on fucking.  We have visitors at the door.  A man about my age comes in.  He gets the idea and puts his dick in Kevin’s mouth.

I pull out and slap my engorged dick against the mound in Kevin’s black jock.  He pulls his dick out and begins jerking it.  I enter him roughly—matching the strokes of the man fucking Kevin’s mouth.

Eventually he fucks Kevin too.

And another. 

And another guy who only uses his mouth.

I mark the wall when there is a lull.  I’ve been up him 4 times, the same number as how many other dicks have been up his ass.  He has had one more load shot into his mouth as well.

We break and go for a walk to the slurp ramp.  I have Kevin service my cock.  I have an older man to my left.  He sticks his dick out hoping for a mouth.  I tap the back of Kevin’s head and move him to the new cock.  I watch him hungrily take the new man. 

I move Kevin back to me.

 And in the other direction to service a third dick.

When those guys move off, I take Kevin to the fuck bench that is in this area.  I fuck him hard and loud…but we can’t get anyone else to fuck him, though one burly bear uses his mouth.

I take Kevin to the shower and empty myself of piss all over his beautiful ass.  I lick some off—and let rinse off the rest.

We head back to the room.  We play much the same way.  Always on view.  Always encouraging.  Getting the occasional man to come in and play.

We use the public sling, too.  Lots of hands on his chest and his dick—but here no one else fucks him.

Leaving that area, we spy a man sitting in a lounge area.  Kevin looks at me.  I nod.  Kevin gets on his knees in front of the man with the biggest dick of the night.  He takes the ebony 10 incher deep into his mouth.  I get behind my boy and begin rimming his ass.  We invite the hung one back to the room.  He agrees.  And never shows up.

I mark the wall.

We take a break from each other.  I go off to roam a little on my own.  Kevin keeps the door open, lolling in the sling.

I use the slurp ramp again on my own.  I let two different men share my dick.

I walk through the glory hole area—but nothing catches my eye.

But rounding the corner a man sure does.  He’s lying in his own small room.  Somewhere between 25 and 35, beautiful dark black skin, a perfect bubble butt and a smile that, as he looked at me over his shoulder, made my dick get drip.  He nodded for me to come in.  He got on all fours, while telling me, with quite a heavy accent, that his name was Cedric and that he was in Toronto from Jamaica.  He finished his introduction with “And I want your raw dick in my ass.”

I knelt and got his hole wet.  I am pretty sure there was at least one load in there.  I want to eat him out forever, but I force myself to stop and stand up.

My dick eases in to him.  He lets out a musical moan as I bottom out in his hole.  Then:  “Fuck me, Daddy.”

I do.  But not for long.  I have an idea.   As I pummel his ass, I tell Cedric what I’m thinking.  He agrees enthusiastically.  I slow to a stop and we both go to find Kevin.

Kevin tells me he’s had one more with no load.  I introduce the boys and tell Kevin to lie on his back on the bed.  I tell Cedric to get on all fours above Kevin and so he can suck Kevin’s cock.  I enter Cedric’s ass centimeters above Kevin’s face and tongue. 

“Lick my balls,” I tell Kevin.  He does.  He loves this.  He loves watching me fuck other men raw.  I fuck Cedric hard.  Then pull my dick out.  Kevin attacks it.  He wants to suck me clean of Cedric’s ass juices.

I go back up Cedric.  We fuck.  Kevin cleans me.

I fuck some more.  I pull out.  “Open your mouth,” I bark.  I shoot my load into Kevin’s mouth.  My dick follows.  Kevin grabs his own cock and beats his load out of it as he cleans me up.

We thank Cedric—who gives me his card.

I mark the wall—leaving it for the clean-up crew.

Me                   Them               Loads

8                      6                     4

This was published on November 5, 2016.  If you go to the actual post, there is a picture of Kevin.

The Second Couple at Cum-Union

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Two Couples at Cum-Union

Indianapolis—November, 2024

I really like working for the company where I am currently doing a two-month gig.  But it’s a good thing that I don’t mind changes to my schedule, for it alters daily.  Once again, with absolutely no warning, I was told I was not needed for the evening work session we had mapped out at the top of the week.  I suddenly had a Saturday night off.  And it just happened to coincide with Cum Union night at the bathhouse.  I got in my car…

 

The parking lot is busy, but not full.  It is 8pm; it might be slightly early for some.  I get a locker, strip and take a tour.  No one is in either the sauna or the steam room.  I nod to one man in the shower who is washing someone’s cum load off his chest.  No one is in the glory hole area.  There is one man watching porn on the bank of four television screens in the exercise area.  He is sitting hunched over and doesn’t appear to want company.

I go up the stairs to the top floor.  There are three men milling about, hovering near the open doors to their rooms.  I nod to each of them.  Lots of doors are closed—and behind some I can hear sex happening.  I go to the porn area on this floor and sit.  I want to bring the interested men to me.

It is very old condomed porn from the early 2000’s, but I get hard.  Soon I am joined by a grey-haired gentleman.  He sits near me—and is soon kneeling between my splayed legs.  I have lucked out yet again with another really great cocksucker here. He takes me effortlessly and loves what he’s doing.  I murmur some words of encouragement and touch his shoulder.

Two men come in, a man in his late 50’s and his boy, who is maybe 15 years younger.  The younger man is in a pale blue jock.  He’s been to the gym, but not obsessively.  The older man is stark naked with his towel over his shoulder and his pierced cock swinging.  His face is weathered; his hair is in a military cut.  He is also a bilateral lower limb amputee.  He sits next to me.  We chat about my cocksucker—who eventually becomes embarrassed and excuses himself.  The younger man is eager for sex, he keeps looking at his partner, hoping he will say that he should suck my dick.  But he doesn’t.  

I finally excuse myself to make another tour of the place.  All doors are closed now.  And I don’t hear anything going on behind them either.  I go downstairs and sit in the sauna for a bit being careful not to sit on the man who is stretched out on a lower bench, recovering from his playtime.  I stay until it becomes too hot.  As I shut the door, I notice many towels are hung on the hooks outside the steam room.  I add mine and go in.

It’s running tonight and has just finished a cycle.  It’s foggy and moist.  And everyone is here.  It is packed with naked men of all descriptions.  The first thing I see is the young man in the pale blue jock.  He is bent over and being fucked hard and fast by a beefy hairy bear.  Around the corner, a knot of men are playing with each other.  Some are sucking, some are jerking others, while some are watching a very large man take it up the ass.  I find the Daddy of the boy standing there, his pierced cock standing up.

He grabs my dick and leans in to whisper: “Fuck me with this monster.”

I am surprised, but pleased.  I grease up as he braces himself against the wall, jutting his ass out towards me.  A hand come out of the knot of men and plays with his pierced cock as I push into his ass.  He takes me to the hilt.  I pause until his breathing changes—and begin to fuck him hard.  His boy moves into our space, his fuck over, and watches me use his Daddy.  His eyes are shining.  They get even bigger when I pull out and he sees my erect cock up close, wet and glistening.  He grabs it and guides it back into the older man.  I fuck him, until he asks for a break.

As I pull out the young man in the pale blue jockstrap grabs my dick again.  This time he turns around and puts my wet dick against his pucker.  I get into his ass with ease.  He bucks back against me as his Daddy watches, grinning and stroking the boy’s back.

After a bit, the steam kicks in and I beat a hasty retreat.  As I am standing, drying myself in the sauna, Pale Blue Jock finds me.  “Let’s go to my room.” 

I agree.  We go back up to the third floor.  He has a room in the middle of it all.  As soon as the door closes, he is bent over the bed, his chest on the hard mattress.  I kneel behind him and do what I didn’t get the chance to do in the steam room:  bury my face is his full ass.  His cheeks are round and full—and need to be pulled apart.  I eagerly tongue fuck him as he makes the sexiest moans. 

“I love your tongue…” he stops, mid-sentence as I go deeper into him and his words turn to sounds of pleasure.  I rear up and get my dick in him again.  I fuck him slowly, with deep, long strokes.  He begs for it faster and harder.  I build up the speed until my hips are slapping against his full ass and he has to hold the wall so his head doesn’t keep getting slammed into it.

We change up to him on his back.  There is a hot wet patch on the pouch of his jock where his cock is drooling copiously.  I eat his hole, as he holds his legs up in place.  I fuck him again, pleased to see his expressive face as he takes my cock.

We switch to him kneeling on the bed.  I have to stand on tiptoe to get into him, so it’s our shortest fuck.   He tells me he should find his Daddy, but hopes we can play some more.  He takes off to go back downstairs and I wander…

*

I find the couple just as they are coming through the door to the third floor.   We all want more of each other.  I suggest the sling.  Pale Blue Jock jumps in.

“I want to watch you really fuck him.  He says you fucked him really hard in the room.”

I kneel and begin eating the ass I’d just used.  Daddy stands near me, watching me eat his boy out.  He touches my head, his rough hand brushing my buzzed hair in a caress.  Then he moves to the side of the sling and plays with his boy’s nipples.

I stand up and slide in.

“No mercy,” grunts Daddy.

I fuck.  Hard and fast. The sling rocks.  When I slow down, Daddy sticks his pierced cock in Pale Blue Jock’s mouth.

“Lucky boy,” I say.  “Two cocks in him at once.”

This makes me pick up the speed of my fuck.  The boy groans around the cock in his mouth.

I pull out and eat his freshly fucked hole.  I stand up and fuck again.  When I pull out this time, I ask Daddy if he wants a turn.  He does.  He carefully works his pierced dick into him as the young man gives me ATM for the first time.  He loves the taste of his ass, and tells me so, as he cleans me up. 

Another older man in a jock and harness enters.  He really wants to be the man in the sling and begs us to fuck him, kneeling between the two tops.  Daddy pulls out of the boy’s ass and shoves his dick in the man’s mouth.  I hear him gasp before he begins to seriously service Daddy.  I move back and eat Pale Blue Jock’s ass after a different cock fucked him.  Just the thought of it gets me really hard.  I stand up and fuck.

Daddy has the older bottom by a bench to the back of the sling.  He is sitting on it and the older bottom is still sucking his cock.  When I pull out of the young man’s ass, Daddy orders the older bottom to clean my dick.  He does.  Hungrily.

Daddy fucks his boy again.  I am quite content in this experienced cocksucker’s mouth.  When Daddy pulls out, he grabs the older man and pushes his face into the ass he just fucked.  “Rim my boy!” he grunts out.

I watch.  The older guy suddenly goes slack.  I think he’s shot his load in his towel, which has never left his waist.  He makes an excuse and leaves.

“You need to get in the sling,” says Pale Blue Jock.

They trade places.  I help get the metal prosthetic legs into the stirrups.  I kneel and eat his ass for the first time.  He is not expecting this.  He whimpers and his boy holds onto him.  When I stand up to fuck, the boy switches to working his nipples.  I pull out and add more lube.  I fuck him slowly, letting him get used to me again.

“Harder,” he tells me.  His boy nods.

I build and get the sling chains rocking. 

I pull out.  “Taste your Daddy’s ass!”  Pale Blue Jock is right there, cleaning every inch of my cock.

I fuck Daddy again.  But he is tiring from the position so we get him out of the sling—and Pale Blue Jock back into it.  I fuck him.  Daddy watches, his cock erecting again after losing its tumescence with the fuck.

“Let me back into him.”

I pull out and step to the side.  He pushes into his hungry boy.  He begins a slow fuck.  I move behind him and push my cock into his open hole. 

“Holy fuck!”

I stand still.  He fucks into Pale Blue Jock’s wet ass and impales himself on me with every back stroke.  Over and over…

 

Next time:  I meet another couple

RePost: Cum-Union in Chicago

 I am still under the weather, though improved, but I sound horrible.  I have had to postpone or cancel two meets—and I’m not happy about that.  It’s something I don’t do lightly.

And, this morning, I had no internet.  It is finally on now, as we approach noon.  But the idea of sitting and writing has to wait.  I need to wear my mask and venture out.

So, it’s another RePost.  (From the analytics, it seems you are enjoying these trips back in the blog!)

 

Here is a two-parter from 2015.  I had a long summer with little play that year.  This trip to Chicago and Cum-Union was all about getting back in my sexual groove.

 

Part One:  Cum-Union Chicago: A Buffet of Hot Ass and Wet Hole

Part Two:  Cum-Union Chicago:  Old Friends and Fuck Buds

Osvaldo Wants Something New

 Grand Rapids—August, 2023

 

I waited an entire week to have sex again. 

Me. 

I was completely sated from my time in Chicago at the house party.  I was also making sure that everything was normal—and that I hadn’t picked up anything during all that play.

I was also saving up a big load for Osvaldo.  He hasn’t been mentioned on here for a bit, as he’s been out of commission.  Osvaldo loves big things in his ass and he told me about 8 months ago he was bleeding after getting fucked.  I know he went to the doctor—but he never told me exactly what was happening, whether it was an anal fissure or some hemorrhoids that were bleeding, or what.  It took him half a year to recover—but he announced his first post hiatus anal sex with a series of pictures sent to my phone.  He was ready for me anytime—but with my summer schedule, we had to delay it until August.

We planned our meet for a CumUnion.  He wanted me and anyone else who wanted a turn inside him.  We agreed on 9pm.  I drove up and learned he was running late.  He told me to go there and have fun—just not to blow my load.

I got there, checked in and wore the grungy jock and my boots.  I slung the towel over my shoulder and went to see who else was around…

 

The crowd is sparse.  And talkative.  It is more of a social club tonight than a sex club.   There are likely 15 or so guys here, much more interested in the porn or the hot tub than having sex.  Or maybe it’s early.   

I walk around and note there is a new fuck bench near the sling—replacing a worn-out couch in the back corner.  I go into the big screen television room and settle in to watch some porn.  I can usually find a man to give me some warm-up head here.  Not tonight.  I stroke.

I walk and check the time.  He’s now 30 minutes late from his newest guestimate of arrival.  In the course of my rounds, I bump into an acquaintance from the gay campground.  We chat and eye each other, but don’t do anything.  I go back to a smaller porn station near the sling.

A man comes around the corner.  Tall and around my age.  He sits in the other chair.  He drops his towel.  He has a hard seven incher.  We stroke.  He sucks me.  I return the favor.  Neither of us thinking we will get the other off.  As he stands and wraps the towel around him, the Campground Guy comes in and lies in the sling.

And I thought he was a top.

I go over and begin rimming him.  He groans.  “Someone told me you’re good at eating hole—and they aren’t lying.”  He groans again and strokes his dick.

“You ready for my cock.”

He nods.  “Always wanted it…”

I bounce the head on his tight ball sack and add a little more lube to the shaft.  I ease it into him.  He’s tight—but my cock has no entry problems.  His erection goes down as he takes me, but he is concentrating on his ass now anyway.  I hold and our eyes meet.  He nods and I begin fucking. 

The sling starts creaking.  All the guys in the lounge around the corner crowd in to watch.  They keep their distance.  The looks range from turned on to put out that someone is having more fun than they are.

I slow down and begin very long strokes—almost pulling out of Campground Guy and then slamming back in.  His breathing is ragged now.  His cock is oozing constantly as I pummel him.

“Oh, fuck…”

He doesn’t truly shoot, but cum is just released from his balls.  I bend over and lick some of it up and pull my cock out of him at the same time.

“Damn, I needed that,” he groans as I help him out.  The crowd immediately disperses…

*

Osvaldo’s now an hour late from the new start time.  But I finally see him come in.  He gets ready—but is still running around, not settling down to play.  After 20 minutes of this, I finally tell him to come meet me at the sling when he’s ready.

I go up, thinking I can get some head to keep me hard until he arrives.  I’m wrong.  But Osvaldo is soon there.  He wants to try the new bench.  I tell him to suck me, to get me super hard.  He does.  Avidly. 

“Up on the bench.”

He crawls up and I spread his full butt cheeks.  My tongue finds his hole.  I burrow in.

We have an observer.  The only man here now that I think is a top.  He strokes an ample cock to our play.  As I stand up, his eyes are glued to my cock entering Osvaldo raw. 

“You should use his mouth,” I say as I sink into place.  He makes no move to do so, but strokes harder.

I fuck.  It feels great to be back in this wet hole.

Another younger man enters.  The stroking top touches his arm and younger guy goes to his knees to suck the top.  I grin and keep plowing Osvaldo.

Soon, the other top gets the younger man on his feet and bent over.  The bench is just long enough that the two bottoms are now face to face.  The top pushes into the ass of the other younger man.  The Daddies fuck as the two young men hold onto each other, moaning.  I want them to kiss, but it doesn’t happen.

Osvaldo gestures he wants to get up.  He leads me by the hand to his room on the floor below.  He desperately wants to film the fucking—and can’t in the public space.

I eat his ass.  He films it.

I fuck him bent over on the bed.  He films it.  And I take the camera from him for a different angle.

He sits on my face.  And films it.  And riding my cock as I lie there.

I suggest I hold the camera and do an underneath shot as I fuck him on all fours.  He loves the idea.  We fuck.

It is late and I’m tired.  More from all the waiting and doing nothing than from play.  We go back upstairs.  “Remember, what you promised,” he whispers as he climbs in the sling.  I eat his now thoroughly fucked hole.  I stand up and slide in.  As the sling creaks, a few men come in.  One is brave enough to come over and offer a hard cock for Osvaldo’s mouth.

“Fuck him good,” says one of the onlookers.  “Fill that fucker up.”

Little does the onlooker know…

I am close, willing myself to cum.  I do a blast of cum into him.  Osvaldo forgets about the cock in his mouth and milks my dick.

“Do it, Daddy…” he whispers.

I concentrate—and begin to piss.  He has never taken my piss, but lately every text has been about my pissing in his ass.  Now I am.  And it’s a bigger load than I thought I had in me.

I pressure wash his gut.  Osvaldo is groaning and kneading his cock through the fabric covering it.  I finally go dry.  I pull out of him carefully.  He leaks just a few drops that I quickly mop up with my towel.  He has his camera with him and races to the shower.

The next day I get a video of him expelling the piss from his ass in a high arc…

 

Osvaldo sent me videos of us and then pictures taken from the videos.  And all included his face—and I can’t publish them here.  I will post a few of him from the last time we met instead.  I'm sure you won't mind...

IML 2023: CumUnion in the Hole, Part 2

Chicago—May, 2023

 

(Picking up where we left off…)

 

…“I need to shoot,” says the man behind me. 

I pull out and a bearish guy, around my age, just makes it into the hot, wet hole I’ve been fucking.

He pulls out fast.  I go to my knees and taste the load.

I fill my mouth with it and bring it up to young man.  I dribble it in at first and then our mouths meet in another kiss.

We can’t seem to stop passing the bear’s load back and forth to each other.  I finally let him swallow—he is the load collector, after all.

I fuck him again, but then tell him that I’ll be back, that I don’t want to monopolize his time.

I move away.  Instantly another man in up the young man’s ass.  I find the white guy, the friend of the man with the great dreadlocks.  We exchange oral sex in a far corner of the room.  He goes down on me first, relishing the leftover load on my dick. 

Then it’s my turn.  He has a piercing in his thick cock, a stud, not a full-on PA.  My tongue plays with it—and it seems to be a major turn on for him.  His cock can’t stop producing precum.  He pulls me up and we kiss, his tongue demanding the juices I’ve collected…

*

I fuck Keshawn back in a sling.  I fuck him until I am breathless.  An older gentleman has been stroking to the fuck.  He asks if he could have a go on my dick.  I tell him I am winded and will get back to him.  He nods, likely not believing me.

But I seek him out, a few random holes later.  He leans against the table and offers me his ass.  With the crowd around the table, it’s cramped for me to kneel, but I do.  I want to open his hole with my tongue.  He groans all the time I am down there.  I think I hear poppers, but it’s hard to tell with the constant noise of sex and the music track.  But his hole seems to open—and I stand up and insert.  He takes it all, until my pubes are grinding against his ass.  I start easy.  I don’t think he’s had many cocks tonight.  I slap his ass—and he gasps, but in a good way.  He begins meeting each thrust by pushing back on me.  His ass suddenly convulses around my cock.  I think I have just fucked a load out of him.  He asks me to stop—and hurries out of the space…

*

I have my eye on a new arrival who is taking a ton of daddy cock.  But I am distracted by spying the guy with the great dreadlocks, taking a drink from his water bottle.  I work my way over to him through the crowd of men fucking.  We chat for a second about how the night is going.  Then—I just come out with it: “Would you let me eat your butt? I wanted to, earlier, but…”

“Shut up—and stick that tongue in me.”

He moves two steps to the table and juts this incredibly full bubble butt at me.  I go to my knees and dive in.  He pulls one his cheeks to the side, allowing me in even deeper.

“Damn you’re good,” he groans. 

This makes me work twice as hard to pleasure him.  I love eating top hole.  It can be a totally different experience for me, knowing I’m not going to stick my dick in there later.  I work until I have him very open. 

He pulls me up.  “Kiss me, pig…”

Our mouths meet and he groans deep in his throat as he tastes himself…

*

I meet Keshawn.  He impales himself on me for a few strokes and then introduces me to a Latin looking guy who was on Keshawn’s birthday cruise.  The guy is terrifically hairy—think Alex Tikas, but with even more hair.  The guy grabs my dick, hefts it and leads me to a spot where he can lean against the wall.  I fuck him first.  Then I eat his super hairy hole and fuck him again.  He thanks me and moves on. 

I find him one more time, later in the evening.  It’s always about his ass.  My dick never goes in his mouth…

I find the same gorgeous boy in the sling.  He welcomes me back with a killer smile and I begin feasting on the new loads shot into him.  And sharing them with him.  He doesn’t have to ask me to do it this time around.  We both know what we want.

I felch.  I drool it into his mouth.  We kiss.  We fuck.

I let another man have a turn and stand to the side to watch the fuck.  The guy doesn’t load him, but he churns the loads that are in him.  The moment he pulls out, I clean his dick.  And share.  I clean up the young man’s hole.  And share.  I fuck—and make him clean me.

Other men are waiting so I move on—but I know who I will be loading this evening.

Keshawn finds me.  It’s a slightly longer fuck, this time.  He bends to take another white daddy in his mouth as I plow…

*

There is a set end time to Cum-Union, so they can have a regular bar night, as well.  The crowd is thinning after they shoot in someone’s ass or on the floor.  I do clean up on a couple of guy’s butts.  I work my way toward the middle sling and the loaded boy.  Keshawn stops me for a fuck.  I know he wants my load.  I realize, as he pushes himself back on me, that I don’t care who gets it.  Keshawn is groaning.  He suddenly pulls off my cock, pivots, and shoot a massive load all over my cock.

I grin and we both go to the middle sling.  Two men, partners I would guess, are taking turns on the young man.  Both load him quickly so they can leave.  “I brought you his load on my cock,” I tell the young man, pointing at Keshawn.  I slowly insert my cock in the now dripping hole.  I fuck, churning these last three loads for sure, and who knows how many more.  I finally have to stop and taste the gooey mixture of seed.  My mouth is full, really full of cum from his ass.  I feed it to the young man.  Keshawn jerks his spent dick.  The young man grabs his own hard cock and strokes it as I feed him more and more.  I slip my cock in him again, the moment my mouth is finally empty.  I am so close.  I pump a few strokes.  His hole sloshes, there is so much jizz in him.

“Let me give you some more…”

“Fuck yes, daddy.  I want it so bad…”

That does it.  I fire into him again and again.  I grab the sling frame and hang on.  I stay there for what seems a long time.  I go to my knees one last time and get a mouthful of my own load missed with so many more.  I move to the side of the sling and first, I make him clean my dick.  Then I lean in to kiss him one last time with the mouthful of my own cum.  It just keeps dripping into his mouth.  That is when his load hits my shoulder as he shudders out his orgasm…

IML 2023: CumUnion in the Hole, Part 1

 Chicago—May, 2023

 And here it was Saturday.  I woke up late—though the Horse Market had not been a particularly late night.  I was just tired from all that fucking.  I had a very late breakfast.  I thought about going into the leather market at the main hotel, but I just couldn’t face it.  Instead, I wrote up some notes about all the men I had plundered. 

My phone went off.  It was Keshawn. I read the text—asking if I was excited about tonight.  Just the thought that I would be inside him this evening caused the first stirring of my cock that afternoon.  He told me he was going in early.  He told me again that I would love how the bar had refurbished the Hole—the subterranean play space.  (It really had been a hole in the wall, cramped and tight and I had to keep ducking so as not to hit the pipes that ran under the floor above.  But it had always been fun.  I loved CumUnion there better than anywhere else as we were all crammed in that one small space, not spread out over two or three floors of bathhouse.)

I ate a light dinner and got ready.  I ditched the chaps (having learned my lesson about heat in a small room last night) and just had my harness, semi-dirty jock, boots and wrist band.  I zipped myself into my flight suit to cover it all and drove up the few blocks to the bar.  I was even able to find free parking.  I walked to the back entrance the staff had told us to use…

 

There is Keshawn—still in line, waiting to be let in at the appointed hour.  We hug.  We chat.  We compare notes on the weekend.  Almost instantly we are let in and down the stairs we go.  I love just slipping off the flight suit and I am ready to check my bag with the (hot!) coat check boys.  I take a look at the space.  They have raised the ceiling or lowered the floor.  I am able to stand upright without fearing a concussion.  The pipes above are now hidden.  The floor has been freshly poured with concrete.  There are two slings along one wall.  Another one is right where we step down into the playspace from the hall and the fourth is dead center of the room.  There is also a high table, the perfect height to lean against and jut your ass out invitingly.

There are maybe 15 of us right at 5:00pm.  It swells into whatever the room capacity is—perhaps 50?  70? in another 30 minutes.  Keshawn has his hand on my cock.  He goes to his knees and sucks me.  Others around us are doing the same thing.  I really want his ass—at first he uses the table—but we quickly grab one of the slings for our first fuck.  He lays back and I work my tongue deep into him.  I want to stay longer eating him out, but my dick wants inside him.  Now.  I stand up and slide in.  I love watching his eyes roll back into his head.  No sacks over anyone’s head tonight.  Our eyes lock and I hammer into his ass as he jerks his massive dick.  I stop only to taste all of the ass juices he’s produced.  I lick him up and plow into him again—the second of countless times we meet up and fuck for a few minutes over the next few hours…

*

It is a racially mixed crowd this evening.   It is good to be in a big city.  A younger Latino pulls me to the side and goes to his knees.  He gives me some expert head.   “To get you ready for my ass…” he mumbles.  Soon enough he stands and leans against the wall, jutting his brown butt towards me.  I surprise him by kneeling and eating his hole.  He whimpers as my tongue reams him out.  Again, I sort of have to tell myself to stop rimming, he tastes so good—and his hole just keeps flowering open.  But I do—and I stand up and push in.

“Fuck me hard!”

I build quickly.  I slam into his butt.  The young man is loud enough in his delighted groans that heads turn to watch us.  I fuck him hard—then pull out.  “Clean my dick.”  He spins, bends over and is on me before I finish the sentence.  When he gets me really wet with his saliva, I am ready for another round, but a big bear of a white man is now taking advantage of his ass.  I grin at the bear and nod.  He makes the Latino turn 180 so he cleans the bear while I fuck again.  We turn him once more before we all go on to different men…

*

I can’t take my eyes off a Black top who is fucking his white buddy (They were in the entrance line with us.)  The top has the most luxurious dreads I have ever seen.  His cock is large, though not massive.  He has his buddy in the center sling.  I stand to the side and stroke as they fuck.

“Take a turn.  You’ll love his ass.”

He pulls out.  I go to my knees and clean his dick.

“You dirty fucker.  You better lick his hole, too.”

He doesn’t need to prompt me.  I can’t wait.  But I also like that the top pushes me into the wet crack.  I lick and spit.  I am in my own personal heaven, with his hand grinding my face into the wet ass.

“Now fuck him good.”

I stand up and slide in.  The top watches me fuck.  And then he goes to his knees—I assume to watch me plow at eye level.  But no, he’s under us—licking the shaft on my backstroke.  I slow the fuck to enjoy the added sensation.  I pull out—and he returns the favor of cleaning my cock.  I stick my dick back in the bottom, while the top can’t stop licking my hairy nut sack.  I begin to pump again.  Two strokes.  Five.  Let him clean my dick.  And repeat.

I fuck and the top stands up.

“Let me do that with you,” I ask. 

We change places.  He begins to fuck.  I crawl under the sling and get lost in the sweet smell of mansex as I begin to lick his big balls…

*

Keshawn finds me.  He bends, leaning against the wall.  He grabs my cock and guides it into him once again.  I let him control how long we fuck.  He soon pulls off me and goes back to the hunt.

*

I find the middle sling has a new occupant.  He is a light skinned Black man, maybe 30, his hair shaved close to the scalp.  He wears a blue jock that mostly covers his hard cock.  He is being fucked by every man in the room.  I watch two guys do him and watch the expressions on their faces.  This guy must have a magic hole.  The tops always look totally blissed out as they plow him.

It’s now my turn.  I eat him first.  He is incredibly wet.  Not with full loads, but just his own juices and a ton of pre-cum.  I stand up.  We lock eyes.

“Let me taste it,” he pleads.  I bend over and kiss him.  It starts as a feeding of his juices—and ends in a passionate kiss.  My cock has found his own way into his hole while our tongues collide.  I finally break the kiss to fuck.  Hard and long.  Slow and sensual.  And then my face gets buried in his butt again.

“Please,” he murmurs as I stand go inside him again.  I lean and kiss him.  This time the kiss is only broken as I feel a man feeling the length of my ass crack.  I straighten, remove the hand on my ass and fuck.

Keshawn comes over and watches.  He sticks his long dick into the guy’s mouth as I plow.

“I need to shoot,” says the man behind me. 

I pull out and a bearish guy, around my age, just makes it into the hot wet hole I’ve been fucking.

He pulls out fast.  I go to my knees and taste the load.

I fill my mouth with it and bring it up to young man.  I dribble it in at first and then our mouths meet in another kiss…

(To be continued…)