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)

Keshawn's Luscious Ass Gets a Workout

 Indianapolis—November, 2024

 

So, on Tuesday night, the day after my hot bathhouse afternoon with Silver Goatee, I drove to Keshawn’s place.  I got there in good time, though roadwork around Indy never seems to finish.  He’d left the door unlocked for me.  I went in and up the stairs to his second-floor apartment.  We hugged—and went right to the bedroom after I took a quick piss. 

He stripped faster than I did, though I was down to athletic socks pretty fast.  He had lube and poppers at the end of the low bed.  He sat—and his mouth was on my dick…

 

His tongue is all over my cock.  My dripping cock.  I am making a lot of precum for him to lick up.  I am plumping up nicely, but I’m not super hard yet.  He pulls off my cock and looks at me.

“Let me lick your ass,” I tell him.  “That will do it.”

He kneels at the foot of the bed, that luscious, rounded ass high in the air.  I kneel and pull his butt cheeks apart.  My tongue finds his hole.  In seconds I am rock hard and eagerly using more of my precum to stroke myself as I begin to burrow into his dark pucker.  He groans and his hole begins to open.  My tongue is poking and prodding him, savoring his unique flavor of soap and Keshawn. 

He does a hit of poppers.  The fumes finish relaxing his sphincter.   My tongue goes deep.  I slurp and lube him with my saliva.  I grab his Astroglide and slather some on my dick.  I stand, my cock pressed against the hole I’ve just been licking.  I sink in, in one easy glide.  Keshawn moans loudly.  He welcomes my invading cock with a squeeze of pleasure…and I begin to fuck.  Slow and steady.  I slap his full ass with my left palm.  He moans again and his ass spasms slightly, responding to the whack.

We change up.  He’s standing now, his long legs on the floor and his arms stretched down to support him.  I sink my tongue back into his slightly gaping pucker.  He is already self-lubing and tastes delicious.  I could stay there all night, but I know he’s ready for my cock again.  I stand up, slide in and give him a much harder and faster fuck, only slowing down when I hear the poppers open.

I pull out and taste his hole once more.  He is so damn wet.  I can’t stop eating his ass.  He grinds back on my tongue, making little mewling sounds, loving this as much as I do.  I force myself to stand up and fuck him once more.  And hard enough that he collapses, face down on the soft mattress.  I kneel and eat his ass once more.  He wriggles around, for he wants to taste what I’m tasting off my cock.  He sucks me until my cock glistens with his spit.

“Sit there.  I want to ride you.”

I sit on the foot of the low bed, my hands slightly behind me, giving me support, with my legs spread wide.  He stands between them, facing away from me.  I love watching him reach behind, me grab my sticky cock and guide it into his hole as he sits down.  I lean back a little farther and let him bounce.  He is moaning loudly now as he pleasures himself on my cock.  It’s great to do nothing but just watch him do it.  Over and over.  He knows my dick well, and is careful to never go so high as to pull off me.  But it takes a toll on his legs.  He soon slows down, panting.  He pulls off me and lies next to me, face down on the bed. 

We both catch our breath, but the call of his ass is too strong for me.  I slip to the floor and eat him out as he lies there.  Slowly, he grinds back against me and over time goes from lying flat on the bed to being on all fours.  I take that as my cue to stand up and fuck him again.  Hard and fast, telling him just how good he feels on my dick.

We move to having Keshawn on his back.  I like to watch his face register each thrust. And it’s easy for him to stroke that massive cock of his.  But the bed is low enough, it’s not a good position for my legs.  We switch to him on all fours again.  He’s in popper heaven—and I love how his hole is responding to my thrusting dick.  My hips slap those rounded cheeks, the sound filling the room.

“Ride me again.  Love that.”

He is eager.  I sit.  Once again, he lowers himself on to me.  He pumps his own cock, but I see that he stops, not wanting to shoot.  When his legs tire, we go back to him standing and arms on the mattress.  Well, one arm, for he is jerking like crazy now as I eat him out.  I stand up and slip inside him.  One whack of my hand sends his ass spasming on my hardness.  I fuck him hard.

And he shoots.  All over the foot of the bed.  I pull out, reach down and smear my hand through his jizz.  I coat my cock.  I am close myself; just wiping his jizz on me makes my big cock head engorge even more.

“Fucking your cum in there…” I mutter.

He is so damn slick now.  I can’t possible hold out.  And I don’t.  I shoot rope after rope of cum inside him.  I hold him in place, so I just can stay still, marinating in his perfect ass.  Finally, I let go.  Keshawn slumps into a ball of splayed arms and legs.  I sit next to him, breathing hard. 

We sit for a moment, then his mouth finds my drooling cock.  He cleans me up, as a good friend should…

You have seen these pics of us before—and I don’t think anyone will care…

Fornication Party Part Three: So Much Cum

 

The revised poster with the actual group of men.

Chicago—October, 2024

It is now the third hour of the Fornication Party.  The mood of the night has changed from playful sport fucking to a more intense vibe—the guys are looking to get off and go home.  I finally stumble across Luke Morrison and watch him power fuck a man who is in a state of absolute bliss.  We nod at each other, and I slip into a man waiting in the sling next door.  Jake Mitchell has been easier to spot all night, as there is always a crowd around him.  As both men are all top (at least for this party) there is not much more I can do with either of them.

I pay attention to the man I’m inside.  He is kneading his cock under the designer jock he’s wearing.  Soon, the guy asks to take a break.  I help him out of the sling.  He hugs me and tells me he’s always up for a load.  I wander the room.   I witness one of the young tops who I’d seen with Dirk, get off inside the hot young man with whom I started the night.

I wander more. I watch Robbie Prescott finish up on a man in yet another sling.  He looks a little winded, but elated.  “Maybe it’s time for you to get in the sling,” I tell him.

He agrees and hops into it, his feet up on the chains.  “I have been doing so much topping tonight…” the sentence ends in a moan, for I have stuck my tongue in his hole.  He starts to jerk his cock, but then decides to give it a well-earned rest.  He moans again and tells me how good my tongue feels.  I can tell his hole has been used tonight, but nothing like how stretched it was when I first had him during the amateur shoot this summer.  I stand up and push my dripping dick into him.  He grunts out his appreciation.  I hold a moment and begin to fuck.  Our eyes lock.  His face registers every thrust.  And he is loving every stroke.  I reach down and finger the bead of precum off his dick slit.  I bring it up to my mouth and lick my finger.  Then I pull out and tongue his ass once more.  He is self-lubing like crazy.  I lick and spit before standing up to fuck once again.

Three men watch us now, each jerking his dick.  Robbie’s gaze is so focused on my own, none of them try to add into our moment.  I realize I could cum.  But I don’t want to do it just yet.  I slow down, pull out and clean up his hole with my tongue before I tell him he has guys waiting for him.  I move off—and he gets the first of the three into the sling.

Keshawn finds me.  He bends on the ledge where we’d had the threeway.  I kneel and all but smash my face into that full butt.  My tongue finds cum dripping out of his hole.  I idly wonder if he knows he he’s loaded.  I spit some back in, stand up and slide in.  His hole is so slippery with other men’s juices.  Considering I was almost ready to shoot in Robbie, I have to really work not to shoot in Keshawn.  I froth the jizz inside him so it forms a ring around his hole.  I stop fucking and clean it up.  He moves away very happy…

I watch Robbie continue to go through the men who were waiting and watching us fuck.  But then I’m distracted by a guy who is on all fours on a single bed-type set up.  He is being ravished by a top in his early 40’s.  The top groans—I can’t tell if it’s a cum shot or not.  I move closer.  The guy pulls out of the man on all fours and slaps his butt cheek in satisfaction.

I’m right there as the top moves on.  I kneel and lick this unknown man’s ass.  He groans and calls me a pig.  I stand up and slide into him.  He’s loaded.  I squish on entry.  Having cum in his ass would be great on its own—but this guy has great skills.  He squeezes on every stroke.  His ass is in constant conversation with my dick.  I keep building speed and force.  At one moment I actually bang his head into the wall.  I pull out and he spins around to clean my cock.  He loves the combo of cum and ass jizz as much as I did. 

I tell him I love his ass.  He is a trim white guy in his early 50’s.  I’d take money that he also takes fist.  He flips onto his back, his legs shooting up in the air.  I move in and find his heels on my shoulders. He is instantly milking my dick from the moment I begin fucking him again.  I am enjoying this a lot.  A bystander plays with the guy’s dick, trying to get him hard.  But I know that he couldn’t care less about his cock—it’s all about his ass.  And he is really working me.

“Flip back,” I tell him.

He goes to all fours.  I lick up the juices dripping out of his butt.  I plow into him again, my cock still coated with what other men have shot up his ass.  I fuck.  This might be the hole I breed.

He turns his head, so he can sort of see me.  “Haven’t I seen you piss fuck guys at Waterbuddies?” he pants out.

I nod.

“Give me some piss if you have it…”

I slow down the thrusting.  I’m not sure how full my bladder is at this point.  I stop altogether, thinking I can give him a little.  It begins to flow.  He groans.  “So full…” he reaches for his soft cock.  I stop pissing but fuck in what I’ve delivered.  He groans, tightens his ass…and shoots all over the mattress.

I slap his ass.  Behind me, Robbie is done with the third man who was watching us.

I move to him.  “You want my load?”

“Hell, yeah!”  He jumps in the sling.

I eat his butt once more.  I love the contrast between his younger flesh and the ass of the hot older man I’d just piss fucked.  I can never get too much variety.  My tongue goes deep into Robbie.  He’s jerking himself this time.  I stand up and work my cock into him.  He squeezes down for the briefest moment and then lets every inch fill him up. 

I look at him.  He matches my gaze.  “Give it to me,” he murmurs.

I begin to fuck him.

Hard.

“Fuck!” I groan out.  “So close…”

“Give me more of your cum!”

I love that he remembers I bred him in Tennessee during the shoot.  It makes my cock drool—I can actually feel my flared head get bigger and ooze into him.

“Breed him!” says a hot Black man who’s watching us—a guy who’s taken a ton of dick himself tonight.  “Give him what he wants.”

“You want my load?”  My voice is softer—and I’m looking right into Robbie’s face.

“You know I do.”  He groans as I go particularly deep.  “Give it to me…”

And I do.  Spurt after spurt.  I hang onto the top of the sling frame for balance.  I stay that way for a long moment.  I go to my knees and carefully lick up any stray cum my cock has pulled out.  I get him out of the sling and give him a long hug before starting to wend my way to the clothes check at the other end of the room.

“So how was it?”  It’s Ray Dalton, wrapping his arms around me and looking me square in the face.  I tell him it was a really great night.  I get my clothes and start getting dressed.  Keshawn sees me and says goodbye with a long hug—he’s staying right up until the final moments of the event.

I tie my boots and fish out a tip for the hot coat check guy.  I go over and push it into the tip jar.

He thanks me and says he’d seen me in action on his break. “How does it feel to have everyone want your cock?”

I smile and tell him it feels pretty damn good…

*

Here is the link to the website for the Fornication Party so you can get on the mailing list or find the party nearest to you:  Fornication Party

Fornication Party Part Two: Hole after Hole

 (L to R) Ray Dalton, Robbie Prescott, Dirk Caber, Jake Mitchell.  Luke Morrison arrived later.

 

Chicago—October, 2024

(This continues right where we left off.)

After a second cleaning of Keshawn’s ass jizz off my cock by the hungry pig, I wandered.  I got more water.  But I was drawn back to the back corner where so much of the action was taking place.  Robbie Prescott was fucking countless men with his long, thin cock.  His latest, a large guy I had met before we entered, was on all fours and blissing out from Robbie’s assault on his ass.  Robbie smiled at me as I passed, not missing a beat.

“Daddy…”

In the shadows is a 30-ish white guy.  He kneels the moment he sees me and my semi-hardon.  His chest is hairy and he has a shiny silver cock cage strapped in place.  (It is Locktober, after all.)  “May I suck you?”

I don’t even nod, I just get my balls out of the jock pouch.  He makes me instantly harden up with his inquisitive tongue all over my cock.  “You taste so good, Sir,” he says, coming up for air.

“Let me taste your ass…”

We are right next to a homemade fuck bench.  He clambers up on it, panting a little in anticipation.  I sink to my knees and push my face into his furry butt.  I connect with his hole.  He hasn’t had anyone in him tonight.  Yet.  I slobber and spit and push it deep inside him.  His cock is dripping copiously.  My hand catches some.  I smear it on his hairy hole and lick it off.  He groans.

“Be gentle…” he murmurs as I stand up.  My cock slaps his right butt cheek.  I work carefully into him.  His hole flowers open and sucks me in.  He gasps.  “So good…”

I hold and begin to fuck.  Slow and easy.  Building.  Constantly. To a hard driving tempo.  I only slow down when the bench begins to rock.  Eventually, I pull out.  He moves quickly to taste his ass on my cock.  He does it so well, I give him a second fuck…

*

My cock is impaled in a man who likely weighs twice what I do.  I suspect he is a fistee, for his hole is working my cock like crazy.  He is in a sling.  I begin fucking harder, rocking the whole frame.  Then I stand still and let the sling sway back and forth, fucking his ass onto my cock as it acts like a pendulum.  His friend is there, too, working the man’s massive nipples.  He twists and pulls on them as I fuck.

“Try his dick…” says the guy in the sling to his friend.  They change places and I do it all again on a different, not quite as talented, ass…

*

I wander.  I find three men I have seen topping all night ringing a sling in an area where it is a little lighter.  Dirk Caber is in the sling.  A young man, is fucking him.  Dirk is moaning, his eyes locked on the guy’s face.  The young man finally stops., thanking Dirk.

A slightly older guy is up next.  He fucks Dirk with real need.  In moments, he is spurting his jizz into the man we all know he has jacked off to so often.  He thanks Dirk profusely.  The third guy fucks him for a bit, churning the load. 

I am waiting my turn.  I move in as the guy pulls out.  “Don’t waste the jizz,” I tell him and quickly clean his cock.  I spin around and begin tonguing Dirk’s used ass.  He moans.  Some men arrive to watch me rim and felch the porn star.  Eventually, I drool a mouthful down to my dick, stand up and slide in.  Dirk’s eyes grow wide at my girth.  I mention to him we’ve fucked before, at the Fornication that was held at Steamworks.  I honestly doubt he remembers me, but there is perhaps a flicker of recognition as my cock pounds deeply into him.

A crowd is gathering—and more men want a turn.  I go down on him one last time—cleaning him up for the next cock…

*

I pass Robbie, still topping, on the way back to the back corner.  I tell him to come find me if he gets a load in his ass.  His eyes light up and says he will.

I find the cub who has now taken off the cock cage.  He is sporting a long, beautiful dick.  I surprise him by going down on it for a moment.  Once I have some precum on my tongue, I have him turn around.  I work it into his ass.  He grabs the edge of a table and bends, thrusting his ass in my face.  I smear his precum deep in his hole.  He’s found some other cock since I was here; his hole is now much more stretched—with slightly puffy ass lips.  I spend a lot of time, getting each of them in my mouth.

The cub is begging to be fucked.  I stand up and give it to him.  He holds on and takes my pounding.  One of the tops who did Dirk, comes by.  I gesture he should take a turn.  He does.  The cub loves this as he’s now bent, cleaning my cock as he is fucked by the new guy.  Then we switch holes and do it all again…

*

A hot Latino can’t take his eyes off my dick.  He’s late 30’s and fit.  He leads me to the back wall, where a there is high platform, just the right height to bend and rest your chest on.  He does.  “Lick my hole like you do others.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice.  I kneel and eat out his well-used hole.  He groans and calls me a dirty pig.  This only make me work harder, getting every millimeter of his chute wet for my cock.

I stand up and slip in.  He grabs the support, his knuckles white.  “Big cock, Gramps…” he moans.

Oh, to be a Daddy again…

A guy wanders by and stops.  He jerks.  I tell him to stick it in the Latino’s mouth.  He does.  It’s not a huge dick, but a good size.  It makes the Latino gag repeatedly, much to our delight.

“You want a turn in his ass?”

“Sure.”

We change.  The Latino is yet another hungry bottom who can’t get enough of the taste of his own hole on a dick.  The guy fucks him hard, stopping only with a “I don’t want to cum yet!” and takes off.  I go back, eat out the newly fucked ass, and slip in again.

Keshawn arrives.  He sticks that monster cock of his in the Latino’s mouth.  The guy loves the challenge, trying to take more and more of it inside him.  I slam into him a little harder, hoping to drive his whole body onto Keshawn’s dick.

“You need to fuck him.”

Keshawn nods.

“You want that big dick in your ass?” I grate out as I pull out of him.

“Please…”

Keshawn greases up and slides in.  It’s a stretch, but the guy takes him more easily than I would have guessed.  He is open mouthed, waiting to take me there.  But I have other plans.  I kneel and let Keshawn fuck into him and back onto my tongue.  He knows just what I’m doing and slows his fuck speed a little to help.  I get his well-used hole wet again and stand up.  I sip inside him.  He groans.  The Latino knows just what’s happening now.  He moans, too.  For Keshawn picks up the pace.  I stand still letting him fuck into the guy on his thrust and impale himself on his backstroke.  Over and over.

Keshawn finally slows down and the Latino pulls off him, going to his knees between us, cleaning both cocks that opened up his hole so deeply…

 

(One more post to come…)

Fornication Party Part One: Getting Warmed Up in Keshawn

 Chicago—October, 2024

 

Sometime in late August or early September, Keshawn sent me a text.  He was excited for Chicago was finally getting a Fornication Party in October.  He told me the date.  It was smack in the middle of a short work gig I had committed to do.  I told him I didn’t see how I could get there.

But there are advantages to being in charge.  Management asked me to set the schedule—and I chose our day off to be the Sunday of Fornication.  They were fine with that and I was excited.  I even got it approved early enough to get my ticket at the ‘early bird’ price.

I left quite early, guessing it would take more than the three hour driving time projected.  While my work site was technically closer to the city than my home, I couldn’t get to a major highway easily.  I was glad I left when I did: there was a marathon being run that weekend at the lakeshore and traffic was even more snarled than usual.  But I got to the north side of Chicago in decent time.  I didn’t know the venue, but Ray Dalton’s newsletter had told us it was very close to where the northside gay businesses were.  I found free parking in my usual spot (when I come for the piss party) and had time for nap, setting my phone alarm.

The building was just a block and half away from where I parked.  They weren’t quite ready for us at 6:00pm, so we gathered outside on what was likely a smoking area with chairs.  One of the men asked if anyone had been to a Fornication Party before.  No one had, but me.  I told them about the three weekends I had attended.  I emphasized that Ray picks the porn guys from a stable of men who really do want to play with everyone; that it was a terrifically inclusive event in the past.  I also said there were only four of them and we needed to play together, too, not just stand around and wait.  This seemed to be just what they wanted to hear—and the anticipation grew.

Keshawn arrived.  And almost instantly the doors were opened.  We flashed our tickets, downloaded to our phones, and entered.   It was nicely dark, except for the area where we could check our clothes—and where the northside leather store had set up a booth.  I stripped quickly to jock, wristband and boots, stowing the rest in my gym bag.  I tucked lube in the waistband of my belt and checked my bag with the very hot man working the clothes check…

 

Almost instantly I hear my name.  It’s Ray.  He envelops me in a hug.  He is thrilled to be in Chicago again.  I tell him the venue looks great—there are slings and hand-made fuck benches or other things to brace against, everywhere.  It is a straight BDSM club usually, but MAFIA, the Chicago fisting group, also meets here occasionally and let him use their slings.  He charges off, hearing his name called.

I look around.  There is a bar serving drinks and water.  There are a few cloth or plastic dividers hanging from the ceiling, usually with a sling and fuck bench behind it.  There is just one rest room and another door marked ‘private’ for the porn guys.

I grab some water.  Ray, Jake, Robbie and Dirk are posing for pictures with some of the volunteers.  Robbie, who I had fucked and loaded during the amateur shoot this June, sees me.  “I know you from Timber Fell,” he says, as he leaves the group to come hug me. 

I tell him I’m glad he’s here. 

“This is my first party as a performer.  I’m glad to see a familiar face…”

We don’t chat any longer—he’s needed for another picture.

I walk towards the back.  In the enclosure next to the back wall is a sling, a homemade fuck bench, and a low bench for sitting.  A young man is sitting there.  He is surrounded by hardening cocks.  He moves from one to the other, using his mouth and his hands to get them all to full attention.  The guys make room for me to join the circle.  I’m the seventh or eighth dick to be serviced.  The young guy moves to my cock.  He groans as he swallows me down and my cock stiffens up.

“Fuck me,” says the guy next to me to a man across from him.  They break the circle and the speaker kneels on the fuck bench.  I watch the sizable dick get lubed up and pushed inside the willing man, all while the young man is still working on me.  He pulls off me, stands up and leads me by the dick to the sling.  He hops in.  His legs go up on the straps.  I go to my knees and taste the first of so many holes this evening.  I find his sphincter is tight, with wonderfully puffy ass lips.  He moans as I eat him out.  “Nobody does that,” he murmurs.  I lube myself as I lick.  I stand up.  I connect with the hole, but I can’t get in him.

“Relax,” I say.

“It’s hard, you’re so damn big…”

I go back to lick his now precum slicked hole.  My tongue goes deep inside him.  On the next try with my cock, I push in, feeling his pucker clamp down hard on my dick.  “Fuck….” He croons.

Three men he was sucking earlier come over to watch the fuck.  They play with his chest and his mounded jock.  One of them jerks himself, watching my dick slide in.

“You want a turn?” 

He nods.

“You want another dick?”

The young man in the sling pants out a ‘yes.’

I slide out and let the new guy in.  He fucks him hard and fast, pulling out of him after 20 strokes or so.

I slide back in—easier now that another cock has been in him.  I fuck him until he asks for a break.

“Bring that meat over here.”

It is the larger, older man who is still on the fuck bench.  I kneel behind him, pull his butt cheeks apart and rim his hole.  I love that he’s already had a cock in him.  I stand quickly and insert.  He is great.  He milks me from the moment I enter.  He groans—and so do I.

“You can fuck me anytime tonight!”

And I do.  At least three times in the course of the evening.  This first fuck winds down as a large Black cock, watching us, would like a turn up him.  I give way.

Keshawn finds me.  The sling where I started is now empty.  He jumps in.  I eat his ass as he strokes him mammoth cock.  Soon, I hear another man sucking on him as I eat out his warmed-up hole.  I stand.  The guy sucking Keshawn stops for a moment to watch me fuck into his ass.

“Nice,” he says.  “Can I taste it when you pull out?”

I nod, pleased there are so many piggy guys here.  I plow into Keshawn for the first of many times tonight.  I make him moan a lot.  The guy is back to sucking, well, more licking Keshawn’s cock, so he can see me fuck into that ebony butt.

I pull out.  The guy goes down on me, savoring all of Keshawn’s juices.  The guy licks me clean. 

“Now fuck him some more so I can do it again!”

And I do…

(So much more to come!)

 

The first announced line up of men.  David, who I had had such a good rapport with at this last Fornication Weekend, had to drop out.