Showing posts with label IML. Show all posts
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Saturday, June 14, 2025
Thursday, June 12, 2025
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…
Tuesday, June 10, 2025
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 10th 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)
Sunday, June 8, 2025
Friday, June 6, 2025
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.
Wednesday, June 4, 2025
IML 2025 Piss Party: The Cum Sloppy Conclusion
Chicago—May, 2025
(This picks up right where we left off…)
I stand up. I need to fuck. I push my cock into the sub.
“Fuck, yes!” crows
Daddy. “Fill him up with dick.” Ripped Jeans goes to his knees. He is mouthing the boy’s cock cage. He is rewarded with piss. The piss that I am fucking out of the
sub. I fuck and fuck. I pull out.
Daddy let’s go of his boy and dives for my cock. He cleans me up. He spits the juices into his boy’s
mouth. Both swallow. Ravenously.
I start to move
away. Daddy grabs me. “You aren’t going anywhere…”
For the next 15 minutes
or so, our four mouths are everywhere on each other. I rim his boy again. He kisses me to taste the sub’s ass juices
and my precum. Those same juices are
snow balled to the sub. I have piss for
Ripped Jeans and the sub—and the hot daddy who licks up all the overflow as I
feed the two. Then Daddy stands up and
pisses all over the faces of the two men on their knees. I follow his lead and clean them up with my
tongue.
Ripped Jeans and the sub
have a make out moment. We let them have
it. I begin working Daddy’s huge
nipples. “Harder,” he keeps telling me,
no matter how hard I squeeze. Finally, I
chew on them and he is satisfied.
I am now thoroughly hydrated. I can piss every 15 minutes or so. “Get ready, boys!” I tell the two on their
knees. They crane forward, baby birds
waiting to be fed. Daddy has piss,
too. We let fly. We feed both of them. Sloppily.
Crossing streams as we let it play on both their faces and open
mouths. When we run dry, the two receivers
kiss and share. They begin licking each
other to clean up. Daddy goes to his
knees. He has a long moment of sucking
my cock before he joins the two in lapping up the remains of our combined piss…
*
I find the Palm Springs
Couple in the corner. The top is fucking
a hairy bear while the bottom is pissing on them. I let him finish up his piss before I bend
him over and give him my dick in his ass.
He loves it. His partner loves me
using him. It makes him fuck his own man
harder. We pull out of the two men’s
asses at the same time. Both guys swivel
and clean us up. I even have a little
piss that is gleefully gurgled down as he licks me clean…
I go find Tall Guy with
Tats. I have more piss and want to share
it. “I want to piss up your ass.”
“Where?”
We decide on the sling. He gets in it and I kneel to eat his ass once
more. I am not positive, but I think he’s
had someone else fuck him since I was here.
He tastes even better. TGWT moans—and
poppers up. I encourage a bystander to
piss on us, but it doesn’t happen. It’s
the one thing I haven’t had today—a deluge of piss cascading down an ass crack
as I’m rimming. Instead, I stand up and
splash one quick spurt on his slightly gaping pucker. I lick it up and push a few drops into his
hole.
I stand up and slide
in. I fuck him hard. He asks me to slow down for a moment so he
can popper up again. I do. The moment the cap is back on the bottle, I
build to a blistering fuck. Now we get a
guy pissing on TGWT’s chest. It slops
down and covers my cock as I fuck. I
keep up the hard strokes until our piss donor runs dry. Then I slow, finally to a full stop, still
deep inside him.
“You still want my piss
in your hole?”
“Fuck, yes!”
I begin to piss. At first, I don’t think I have much in my
bladder. But it just keeps on pouring
into his guts. I can feel his ass
temperature rise. He is now being flooded.
“So heavy…” he murmurs
through his popper haze.
It must be, as I can’t
seem to stop the flow. I give him every
drop. When there is no more, I begin a
slow fuck. Churning the huge amount of
piss deep in his guts. Surprisingly, we
lose very little on the back stroke. I
build and fuck him harder. I abruptly
pull out. A tiny trickle emerges from
his ass. I go to my haunches and lick it
up. I hold there in case he wants to
push it all out into my mouth. He doesn’t. I fuck him a little more before helping him
up. He loves the feel of all my piss
inside him.
“There’s a guy who wants
to fuck me once this happened…” He goes off to find him.
I let a number of men
suck my dick while I hydrate again. I
get lost in the crowd for a bit.
I make my way back to the
sling. The big nipped Daddy has put his
boy in it. I love the look of this
handsome, 40-ish, man lying there, is cock imprisoned in a small, tight cage. Daddy is kneeling, rimming his boy. He sees me and gestures for me to join him. I kneel and we take turns licking out his sub’s
used hole.
“Fuck him for me.”
I stand up and fuck. Not too long, just to get the bottom’s juices
flowing. I pull out and have Daddy clean
my cock—and then his hole. I repeat the
fuck and let him clean up, but this time I kneel again for him to snowball it
all to me.
Now he stands up. He fucks.
He gives me his cock to clean. I lick him, hungrily. He kneels and we kiss, then take turns again
in licking the fucked ass in front of us.
“May I breed him?” I
ask. It’s not quite a whisper, I want
the boy to hear me, too.
“Fuck, yes!” Daddy hugs me, then pushes my face into his
boy’s ass crack.
It’s getting late and
this will be perfect. I stand up. I have one blast of piss to cover his hole before
I push into him. Daddy is still on his knees,
watching how I use his boy for our pleasure.
I step slightly to the side so he can tongue up my piss before I
fuck. He slobbers briefly over his sub’s
puffy hole. Then he grabs my dick and
guides me into him.
“Ohhhhhh, Daddy….” the
sub moans.
I am all the way in and
he feels terrific. I fuck him a few
strokes. I pull out for his Daddy to
clean my cock. I fuck him some
more. And more. I am getting close.
“Breed him!” Daddy commands.
And I do. But it’s more a firing off of semen than a
complete orgasm. I pull out. My cum begins to ooze. Daddy is right there to lick it up. I join him on my knees. We take turns felching and sharing juices with
the other. The sub can’t stop moaning.
My cock tells me I can
shoot again. I pull out of our sloppy
kiss. “I can shoot some more…”
Monday, June 2, 2025
IML 2025 Piss Party: Wet Asses and Hungry Mouths (part one)
Chicago—May, 2025
The next morning, I drove the rest of the way into the city. I found free parking (amazing!) and settled down in the front seat for a quick nap. I had slept decently after Blackout Night, but wanted all my energy focused for the four hours of the piss party. When I roused myself, I changed into my oldest pair of combat boots that are reserved for serious watersports. I went into the hosting bar. A crowd was gathering. I waited a few minutes as they finished setting up and was the first one into the back room where the event was held.
It was dim. There was a sling in the back corner and an inflatable
wading pool available for those who like to wallow in piss. I stripped down and checked my bag with the
Coat Check Otter. I didn’t know the
handsome man behind the bar. Piss porn
played on the big screen television. The
men just kept arriving, most stripping down to some sort of jock and footgear. I had prepped with some Gatorade once I’d
parked. I now sipped water and watched
the men stow their clothes and get a glass of beer or water.
In huge events like this
it is impossible to include everything that happened to me. And sometimes the order of things is a blur,
even when I make notes the next morning.
But here we go…
I sip. I greet my friends who live both here in Chicago
and in Palm Springs. We chat. The bottom bear of the couple goes to his
knees for a few moments of cock sucking, as easily as if we were shaking
hands. He inquires if I have any
piss. Even after priming the pump, I don’t
quite yet. He continues sucking for a
moment, stands, and squirts a splash of piss on my hard cock. They move off, to someone else they
know. I turn and move to the back of the
room.
“Well, hello.”
I turn to my right. There is Tall Guy with Tats, a regular here
and a great playmate. (And someone who
is actually taller than me.) We’ve had quite
the text exchange leading up to today. We
chat, drinks in hand. He goes to his
knees and gives me excellent head. He
doesn’t care about drinking piss. For
him, it’s all about piss in his ass. When
he comes up for air, he asks if we can fuck.
We find an open spot on the built-in bench running along the side
wall. He bends over, elbows to the seat. I go to my knees and begin eating his hole
for the first of many times today. His
butt is fairly hairless, except right around his slightly puffy pucker. I dig in, flattening the hair with my
spit. He groans. I hear poppers open. I eat him out for a long time. I know he can be tight on the first
fuck. I keep licking until he is begging
for my dick. I stand up and give it to
him. Inch by inch. Making him take the whole length. I bottom out and wait. He huffs again—and I begin to fuck.
Tall Guy with Tats
moans. This brings a voyeur to watch
us. He strokes his back. I ask if he can piss on that back for us, but
it’s too early in the afternoon for him, too.
I speed up the stroke. He
groans. The voyeur strokes. I pull out and instantly, TGWT swivels around
to clean my cock, enjoying the taste of his hole on my dick. He leaves plenty of spit on me, so I shove it
into him again. I fuck. He cleans.
We both go off to refill out water bottles…
*
I get my cock sucked by
random men. With one, I am able to give
a splash of piss as a thank you. He swallows
it hungrily. I chug my water. I can feel my bladder ready. I refill the bottle and find Tall Guy with
Tats. “I have piss, I tell him.” We go to the sling. He hops in.
I kneel and eat his hole. I stand
and shower his pucker with piss. I kneel
and lick it up, sticking some inside him with my tongue. A guy is near us. I ask him to piss on us as I eat out TGWT’s
ass. But he has nothing yet. I stand up and slide inside. An easy entry now. I fuck him hard.
Suddenly we are showered
with piss. All on TGWT’s chest. An obliging pig stands to the side and sends
the pale-yellow arc from nipples to jock pouch and back again. It forms a hot rivulet and cascades over my
dick as we fuck. It feels terrific. I know I must be fucking some of it inside
him. Which is just what we both want. The guy’s steam runs dry. I nod a ‘thank you’ to him and slow the
fucking. I go to my knees and lick up
the piss clinging to the hair around his now gaping pucker. I spit it into his hole, stand up and fuck it
deep inside him…
*
The guy who wears his
grey pinstriped suit to the party is here.
His cock is out and being sucked by a very cute young man who is bare
chested, with a backwards ball cap. His
jeans are what you notice. The legs have
rips but still cover him; the back of the jeans has been ripped away, showing
off his hairy ass. He is a very vocal
cock sucker.
I stand and stroke, having
seen them after re-filling my water bottle.
I watch. Suit Guy notices
me. “You want to try his mouth?”
I nod.
He pulls out. “Here’s a bigger
dick for you, boy.”
The young man stays on
his knees as I move in front of him.
Suit Guy strokes his dick as Ripped Jeans leans in and flicks his tongue
across my cock head. He moans at the
taste of my pre-cum. He opens up and
begins giving me a terrific blowjob. He
is everything you want. The suction, the
wetness, the tongue action. The need for
dick. It’s palpable. I encourage Suit Guy to offer him his cock
again. Ripped Jeans goes back and forth,
swallowing one and then the other. I
grab the back of his head when he’s on me and force him down so he chokes. He pulls off all smiles. Suit Guy does the same. Now it’s a friendly competition to see how
long he can stay down on us. Suit Guy
wins with his thinner cock—as the sucker can still breathe around it.
“You want piss, boy?”
I get an enthusiastic
head nod. I aim it at his open mouth. The pale flow is a direct hit. I move closer and closer as he swallows
faster and faster to keep up with the stream.
Suit Guy starts to piss too—all over his face. Ripped Jeans stops swallowing and just lets
it cascade all over him, rubbing the piss into his moderately hairy chest. His jeans end up soaked. Just the way he wants them…
*
I find Tall Guy with
Tats. I give him a hard fuck bent over a
table at the other end of the bar. I
pull out and piss his crack and his fucked-out hole. I lick it all up the moment my stream peters
out…
*
I want more of Ripped Jeans. I find him playing with a couple. The Daddy is my age, totally naked, bald and
covered in hardcore tats. His nipples
are huge and his dick has a PA. His boy
is a youthful 40. He is hairless, except
for what’s on his head and his cock is caged.
At the moment, the Daddy is fucking Ripped Jeans mouth as the kneeling
boy holds on to the sucker. Daddy begins
to piss in Ripped Jeans mouth. The boy
is right there, licking up the overflow that trickles down Ripped Jean’s chin
and onto his chest.
“Get over here and give
my boy your dick.”
I know when to take direction. I match my oral attack of the hairless boy
with what Daddy is doing to Ripped Jeans.
I fuck his face. Hard. I give him piss. I am thrilled Ripped Jeans is there for the
overflow, just like the boy had been for him.
“Do you fuck with that
big cock?”
I nod.
“Get up here, boy.” The sub stands, and bends, offering me his
ass as he holds onto his Daddy. I go to
my knees and tongue the boy’s hole. It has
had a lot use this weekend. I love the wrecked
ass lips. “Eat him out good,” I hear
above me. And I do. I savor the puffy flesh in my mouth.
I stand up. I need to fuck. I push my cock into him.
“Fuck, yes!” crows
Daddy. “Fill him up with dick.” Ripped Jeans goes to his knees. He is mouthing the boy’s cock cage. He is rewarded with piss. The piss that I am fucking out of the
sub. I fuck and fuck. I pull out.
Daddy let’s go of his boy and dives for my cock. He cleans me up. He spits the juices into his boy’s mouth. Both swallow.
Ravenously.
I start to move
away. Daddy grabs me. “You aren’t going anywhere…”
(To be continued…)
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