IML Friday: A Mini-Orgy and Some Porn Guys

 Chicago—May, 2022

Cowboy Boots and I had breakfast again, comparing notes about our different evenings.  I went back to the room and made notes about the various cumdumps I’d visited the night before.  It got me thinking that I wanted more from CommunityCumhole.  I checked the BBRT listings.  Of course he was available.

I didn’t go instantly.  I wrote a post for here.  I waited until after lunch and went back to the pale ginger…

 

I open his door.  I hear loud groans.  My bud Keshawn is plowing his enormous cock into CoummunityCumhole.   Keshawn, who is totally naked, glances over his shoulder to see who is entering the room.  His face lights up on seeing me.  I come around to see Keshawn’s prick wreck CC’s ass.

Keshawn pulls out.  I drop to my knees and clean his dick up.  Keshawn playfully pushes my face into the damp hole he has just fucked.  My tongue makes CC squirm and plead for cock.  I give it to him.

The door opens.  A white, hot, tatted man around my age comes in and strips totally naked.  I give way to him.  He fucks CC with a languid stroke as he watches Keshawn kneel and suck my cock.   When he pulls out, Keshawn moves around to lick him clean.  I eat CC’s hole and fuck him again. 

As I fuck, I see Tatted Guy finger Keshawn’s hole.   He finds it wet and turns to fuck him.  I expect CC to object—but he seems perfectly fine with another hole being filled besides his own.

The door opens.  A Black guy around Keshawn’s age comes in.  He strips down, too.  He is shorter and thicker, but with a scimitar of a cock.  Not huge, but large and with a curve that must send bottoms into heaven.  I pull out to let him fuck, but Tatted Guy goes in again.  I go to my knees and suck on that scimitar.  Keshawn kisses the new guy as I do it.  Soon he kneels next to me and we pass the curved dick back and forth with our tongues and mouths.

Scimitar steps over to CC’s ass.  “Let me have a turn,” he tells Tatted Guy, who obligingly pulls out and takes his cock around to CC’s mouth.  Keshawn sits me on the other bed—and sits on my dick.

“Fuck, yes!” 

CommunityCumhole is loving the curved dick.  So much so that he begins being very vocal.  Tatted Guy comes to us for fun instead of CC's mouth.  Keshawn bends over and takes him up his hole again.  I get underneath them to watch.

Scimitar doesn’t stop fucking until a ripped white 30 something enters.  He pulls out a nice dick and fucks CC.  Long and hard. 

The rest of us watch, but play at the same time.  Scimitar fucks Keshawn.  I suck Tatted Guy.  We reverse.  I get sucked by Tatted Guy and Keshawn fucks Scimitar’s very round, bubble butt.

Ripped guy just keeps on plowing.

Scimitar offers his ass to the two cocksuckers, too.  Tatted Guy fucks him first.  I eat his hole out after that—and have just entered him as Ripped Guy has an explosive orgasm.  His vocal is a long howl of pleasure.   We all ring the bed.  Keshawn cleans the cummy dick as we all take turns fucking in the new load:  Tatted Guy first, then Keshawn, Scimitar and finally me.  After each fuck—and pushing that new load incredibly deeper—each guy gets dressed and leaves. 

Being a gentleman, I clean up CC’s hole with my tongue before I go.

I also mark his ass with the marker for another load taken…

*

I went to the vendor mart late that afternoon.  I am always curious what is new.  But I didn’t need dildos or leather gear.  I finally found Ray Dalton, the porn star, and his Fornication booth.  

Ray created a drug free fuck party called Fornication, where he hires porn stars to not perform—but to fuck with the attendees.  Keshawn has been to at least one, maybe two of them and thought they were terrific.  Fornication is now here at IML and would be held in the bathhouse tonight.  I knew I would be going.

I found Ray and introduced myself.  At the top of the month our mutual friend, The Professor, who has appeared in so many pages on this blog, had died.   I wrote Ray as I knew they were close.  Ray not only wrote me a wonderfully warm and heartfelt note, but wrote and published a lovely obit in the Fornication newsletter.  We hugged and teared up a little in the middle of the IML chaos.

Ray answered my question about the event (More on that in the next post.) We reminisced a little about The Professor.  Ray also introduced me to a porn newbie, a man my age, Reuben Foxx.  But Ray was now being besieged by men on all sides with questions and photo requests.  As I stood there, a little dazed, I was grabbed, turned and kissed squarely on the mouth.  I had to focus fast.  Well fuck me, it was Jake Morgan. 

I stuttered a “Hello!” and watched Jake's fabulous butt vanish in the milling crowd…

Jake

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"Jake Morgan Is Looking for You"

 Chicago—August, 2021

I heard from the Professor while I was working out of state this last July.  He wrote the most intriguing sentence I’d received in a long time:  “I just heard from Jake Morgan, who is looking for you.” 

I had the hot pornsters email (from after we had fucked in December of 2017), so of course I dropped him a line.  It seems that Jake had had a personal appearance in Detroit.  He remembered that I lived in Michigan and was hoping he could jump in the sling on his way back home to Chicago.  Of course I was nowhere near home, working in Indiana at the time.

But we soon switched to text, for Jake wanted to see if we could still meet.  We set up a point halfway between us, but on the day we had to postpone.  Once I was done working in Indiana, we tried to find a new date.  Jake was making a ton of public appearances, so we finally just put it on hold. 

Then it all seemed to fall into place.  He was coming back from an appearance in St Louis.  Could I meet him at his apartment instead of a motel?   Of course I could.  I packed the sling and set out…

 I arrive a little early.  Jake texts—he is running late.  I am eventually let into Jake’s place by his friend, Clay Towers, (who I have also played with, thanks to the Professor.)  We catch up, sitting in Jake’s living room.

Jake arrives, all apologies.  He may have been in his rental car for five hours, but he looks great to me.  Clay takes off and Jake and I hike the three blocks to my car to bring in the sling. We move some furniture for it and cover the two sofas with play sheets.   I set up the sling as he heads into the shower.  I strip to my jock and boots—and stretch out on the bigger sofa and close my eyes.

I hear a noise.  Jake is standing by me, naked except for a jock.  I get up.  We kiss.  Deeply.  I have forgotten he’s taller than I remember.  We are an easy fit.  Both of us have restless tongues.  Our bodies grind together, making my cock spring out of the side of my jock.  I love the feel of the hair on his chest as we hold onto each other.

Jake goes to his knees.  He takes my hard cock the rest of the way out of my jock.  He just looks at it for a moment—then his tongue darts out and connects with my piss slit.  He licks it once—twice and then the head disappears into his mouth.  I close my eyes and let him suck me.  He’s great—and doesn’t forget my balls.

“I gotta taste your hole,” I tell him.  He gets up on the love seat, presenting that gorgeous ass to me.  I go to my knees, pull his cheeks apart slightly and dig in.  Jake groans.   So I go deeper.  I fuck him with my tongue.  I leave his hole incredibly wet. 

I stand up and poke my drooling cock head into his pucker.  I pop in.  Jake moans into the back of the loveseat.  I wait…and then slowly enter him with my entire length.  I fuck that famous ass gently, with long deliberate strokes.  Jake pants.

We pause as me finds his silicone based lube.  I reapply and fuck him some more—this time with him riding me as I lay on the bigger couch.

When he rolls off me, Jake moves down and cleans my cock.  I ask him to kiss me—and he does with all the flavors of our two bodies.

He has me sit on the love seat and he kneels again—this time between my splayed legs.  He lovingly licks every inch of my dick.  Then my balls.  He lifts them and tongues my perineum.  Jake now sucks each orb—pulling them into his mouth with light suction—and an ever swirling tongue.

He goes lower.  His tongue grazes my asshole.  He looks up at me:  “Do you like your ass eaten?”

I nod.

Jake dives in—doing everything I did to him.  My cock is bouncing as I have to let go of it.  He prods and spits and licks.  He doesn’t tire of eating me out.  I finally suggest he get in the sling.

I move to help get his ankles in the stirrups, but he beats me to it—slipping right into them in a practiced move.  I so want a picture of him there—but I’m not about to stop to find my phone.  I kneel and eat his ass again as I grease my dick with his silicone lube.

I stand.  I glide in.  To the hilt in one easy move.  Jake relaxes completely.  This is the way to fuck.  I start slow.  Build.  The chains are groaning and banging.  We have strapped a mirror of his to the top of the frame as I forgot mine.  I fuck him so hard one of the ties on the mirror loosens.  We pause as I fix it—then I am back in him, leaning down and kissing him as my cock drills into his hole…

*

We break for water.

“Get in the sling,” Jake tells me.  “I want to eat your ass again.”

“Just kiss me when you’re done…”

I lay back—I need help to get my booted feet into the stirrups.  Jake kneels and pulls my ass cheeks apart.  His tongue just grazes my hole.  He spits.  I look up in the mirror and watch the top of his head move up and down my ass crack.

He hands me his poppers.  “Take a hit.” 

I do.

The moment the vapor hits, his tongue is drilling me.  I lose all track of time.  I babble, telling him to eat my ass, to fuck me with that hot tongue.  I really only return to reality when he stands up and gives me a long wet kiss.  His hard cock glances over my hole as we lie on each other chest to chest.  I shiver---and his strong arms hold onto me.  Finally we come up for air.

Jake gets back in the sling.  It’s late.  We both know it’s time.

“You want my cum?” I whisper as my cock slips back up him.

“Fuck, yes…”

“I really want to breed you.”  I pump harder.  “I didn’t get to last time.  Our host deserved it.”  My strokes are longer now.  Hard.  His cock is drooling.  I fuck him harder yet.

Then a quick dip to taste his wet, slick, stretched pucker.

That does it—I push back in and explode.  I grab the bars above me to hang on…

Jake jerks out his load with me still deep inside him.  I finally let go of the frame and bend.  I lick up his load, swallowing some—and keep some in my mouth to add to mine deep in his ass….

*

And every bit as good as the sex…was that muscular arm wrapped around me as we fell asleep.

Our first meet is here.

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“Swallow My Load, Too,”

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Seamus Encore

I am away from home.  I don’t have time to write today, so I think that is a great excuse to post a few more pictures of Seamus. 

You can understand why the Professor was in heaven.

And why I couldn’t get enough.

Woof!

And he has talents we didn’t explore.  Next time…

Seamus and the Professor

Nashville—January, 2020

The Professor wrote me.  He was excited to tell me he had been talking to Seamus O’Reilly to set up a meeting.  Another meeting, actually.  The Professor had flip fucked with the gorgeous ginger lad a couple of times.  And now the Professor thought he would like to include me—would I consider coming south?

How could I say no?  I went as far as Indy the day before.  I stayed at the bathhouse with limited evening traffic.  There were two other men there.  We had the shortest oral threeway possible as the Asian gentleman had no stamina and gave me a load in my mouth in moments—and the Caucasian, who had been sucking me, had a boyfriend waiting for him at home.  I slept fitfully, thinking about the next day.

I drove into the Professor’s driveway a shade early—but he was ready for me.  We moved his bed so I could set up the sling next to it.  The rimseat was set up at the foot of the bed.  We even had time for a nap before Seamus arrived, right on time, at eight o’clock.

He looks just like his pictures.  That pale skin.  The ginger hair.  The gorgeous, intricate tats.  And he’s funny.  I like him instantly.  We don’t waste time.  We strip down to jocks.  I keep my boots on, of course.  Seamus is a good deal shorter than I am, but his cock is every bit as big.  He is hard and ready the moments his t-shirt hits the floor.

The three of us face each other.  We kiss—first one and then another.  Seamus is on his knees first.  He works on the Professor.  I slap the back of his neck with my hard, drooling cock.  Soon enough his mouth is on me.  He takes me deep and leaves me gasping as he goes back to the Professor’s throbbing dick.

We each take a turn on our knees.  Swapping dicks and spit.  When the Professor is sucking Seamus, I get behind the young man and stick my tongue in his ass crack.  I am rewarded with a groan as he leans on the Professor’s shoulders and lets me eat him out.

We move to the bed.  The Professor is ready to get fucked.  I eat his hole now as Seamus feeds him dick.  I get him good and wet.  I slide in slowly.  I don’t have to let him adjust for long.  He loves a big cock—and he has a matched pair tonight.  I fuck him hard, giving his ass cheeks an occasional smack.

Seamus comes around to watch and stroke.  I tell him to take a turn.  I pull out and he bends to taste my cock.  I smirk at him and promise to do the same to him.  He fucks the Professor hard and long.  I kneel and watch that beautiful dick split the Professor in two.  Then I move around and lick Seamus’ ass on the backstroke.  It’s hard to capture the moving target—so I stand up and poke my big head into his ass.  We train for a moment—with Seamus doing all the movement—into the Professor and back onto me.

*****

We move to the sling.  The Professor is shared by the two us first.  Back and forth.  We show off a little for each other as we fuck.  The Professor’s eyes are glued to the mirror above him—watching those huge cocks take turns on him.

But then the Professor wants to watch me fuck Seamus.  He sits on the bed as I get Seamus into the sling.  Now I can really feast on his hole.  I get it sopping wet for my cock.  I rear up and fuck him hard.

The Professor comes closer. to watch me railing him.  He takes a turn, too.  And he shoots in him.  He sighs, sits for a moment while I fuck his load deeper into Seamus.  The Professor may have shot, but his hole is still hungry.  We do another round of taking turns on him on the bed.

“Let’s do the rimseat.” 

I lie down.  I suggest Seamus bounce on my cock while I eat out the Professor’s juicy fuck hole.  It is a sweet moment.  I can only feel Seamus, as my world is blacked out by the luscious, thoroughly fucked ass on the Professor above me.  I work my tongue into him, thinking about the loads he will soon be taking.  Seamus pauses for a moment.  [The Professor tells me later, that Seamus kisses him in ‘one of the most passionate, salacious kisses’ he’s ever gotten.]

The Professor finally gets up.  Seamus, reading me easily, knows I want to taste his freshly fucked ass.  He sits down and I crane up into another delicious hole.  His hole is now dripping with ass jizz.  I can’t get enough…

*****

There is a brief water break.

I mention I would love the guys side by side.  I want to go back and forth between their holes.  They are enthusiastic.  They get on the edge of the bed, both on all fours.  I think they may be kissing as I rim first one and then the other.  I stand up and fuck the Professor first.  My left hand fingers play around Seamus’ hole. 

I switch.  My cock goes into Seamus, fingers of my right into the Professor.  Back and forth I go.  At first it’s a minute or so in each.  But I build the speed until it is just a few strokes in one before I switch to the next hot butt.  It’s glorious.  And makes me pant. 

“Damn,” sighs, the Professor, as I pull out of him and catch my breath.  “It’s like we were competing for your load…”

It’s getting late—so we work on getting our loads into the Professor.  Seamus goes first.  The Professor is just where I left him.  But soon he has inched forward and Seamus moves right with him so he is kneeling up on the bed.  The Professor now flattens—and that’s it.  Seamus fucks at a blinding speed and gives up his load.

He lets his cock marinate for a long time in the Professor.  He lets me clean it when he finally rolls off him.  I move in and taste the load he’s left behind, too.

I get the Professor back on his knees and fuck into him.  His hole is so hot.  Literally.  I fuck, and lick, fuck and lick and am soon ready.  I blast into him—my load mixing with Seamus’ even bigger one.

The Power of a Tweet

The Professor and the Porn Stars—an afterward.

So as the guys were cleaning up after blowing their loads up the Professor and watching me felch and fuck in them, I spoke to Dolf about the blog.  He was intrigued.  I think he really liked the idea of reading about it from another point of view.  His only stipulation was that I send the link to him when it was posted.

Of course I sent him the link.  I didn’t hear from him from the email, so I began to wonder. 

Well, I shouldn’t have worried.  He posted the link to his twitter account.  And the blog count has been through the roof for the last two days.  I hope a few will become dedicated readers.

So, a big, sloppy ‘Thank You’ to Dolf! 

I could tell you were a gentleman the moment we met.

******

And a link to the tweet:

And isn’t this a good excuse to post a few more hot pictures of him??!