“When It’s Time to Unload, Find Me.”

 Jackson—May, 2025

 

The bookstore that is half video theatre/half bathhouse has had really good foresight in promoting a special event.  A group of men had independently said ‘Let’s always meet here on the second Saturday of the month.’  The manager heard of it and promoted it with signage all over the store.  It has worked.  The crowds on any second Saturday are always bigger than average.   

I took off, just before noon, to see what trouble I could get into…

 

It’s packed.  I take the last parking place in the vast lot.  Once I am in the lounge, I can barely move.  Maybe it’s just as well, as I can’t really see in the dark space after driving in on this bright spring day.  The crowd moves—and so do I.  I go to my usual spot where I can watch five different screens.  More of them are of gay content today, with the expected crowd.  I watch three men being blown.  I sit off to the side on the huge couch.  I watch as the man sitting in my usual chair here contorts and gives up his load to a hungry sucker.  The spent guy gets up—and I take his chair.

I get the same cocksucker on me.  It’s the Choker.  I haven’t seen him in quite some time at either location.  He does his usual proficient job.  As he comes up for air, he asks for piss.  I can’t help him out.  Yet.

My wet dick feels cool to the air.  But not for long.  A white guy, 50-ish, with iron gray hair and wearing a Northwestern University sweatshirt, steps up.  He grabs my cock in a death grip.  I tell him to ease up.  He actually listens to me, goes to his knees and begins to lick the cock he tried to strangle.  He turns into a talented cocksucker.  Even with that massive wedding ring that keeps catching the light as he strokes my balls.  He tries every trick in the book to get me off.  He really wants my load.  But I’ve just arrived.  I finally tell him to take a break.

A man with a shaved head, who I recognize from here, nods to me from the next chair.  He is getting his cock worked over by a guy that looks like he’s from the great north woods.  (Likely just the gay campground up the road.)  The guy getting done smiles and nods to me.  I nod—and at that moment, the gay cock sucking couple from my usual haunt pass by. 

Shaved Head is instantly on my cock.  He is moaning a lot in the back of his throat.  It provides a great little extra bit of vibration to the sucking. 

The mountain man, who’s beard is massive, finishes up on the guy sitting near me.  He nods to me as he leaves.  Then he bends to my ear: “I need that in my mouth today.”

I nod.  The guy he’d been sucking gets up.  He comes over to feed me his wet cock and Shaved Head moans into my balls.  I do love to have a dick in my mouth as mine is being sucked.  It was a moment that didn’t last long, but it really got my balls churning.

A series of men, who I don’t remember at all, suck me as I stay in place.  There are three, maybe four, of them.  Nothing special, other than their love of big dick.  Finally, I need to take a break and walk around. 

The slurp ramp has all three holes being used.  Every curtained cabana is full.  I go to the back room with the medical table.  There is the same guy with a shaved head who I’d just sucked.  He is lying on the table, getting his cock sucked by a younger man.  The guy sucking is stocky.  Bending over to suck makes his ass jut out.  He is wearing walking shorts that ride low, revealing the waistband of a jock.  He sees me watching.  Never stopping the sucking, he deftly undoes the front of his shorts and they slip to his ankles.  It a plump and furry butt, beautifully framed by the white straps of the jock. 

I kneel, in reverence to such a thing of beauty.  He moans in surprise that it is my tongue that invades him.  “Eat that ass before you fuck it,” says the guy getting his cock sucked.  This guy’s hole is opening easily with my probing tongue.  He moans around the cock in his mouth.  I stand up and slide in.  Now he’s groaning.  But still sucking.  And clenching down on my cock.

“Fuck him!” says my buddy on the medical table.  “Give him that big dick.”

I pick up speed.  My hips are slapping his full, furry ass, making a lot of noise.  A crowd gathers.  Men jerk off to our fuck—but not one of them wants to take over from me.  I slow down.  I pull out.  I eat his butt again.  He is wonderfully wet.  He moans.  I stand back up and fuck him again.  The guy he was sucking now holds the younger man, cradling him in his arms as he takes my cock.  It’s a moment that is maybe hotter than the hot fuck. 

I slow and pull out.  The young man straightens up, turns and gives me a hug.  “When it’s time to unload, find me.”

I smile, deliberately not saying yes or no.  I go explore.  I end up on the big couch—and in the mouth of the mountain man.  He is incredible.  He has technique for sure.  But there is something extra—maybe just a palpable love of what he’s doing.  He worships my cock.  And balls.  And the musk under them.  He can’t stop licking and sucking.  And I’m in no hurry.  I let him do whatever he wants.

“I haven’t been fucked by a cock this big in years.  Would you?”

He doesn’t want to do it right here.  We search.  The cabanas are still full.  I suggest the medical table, but it now is occupied by a blindfolded older man who is getting no action.  I make to ask him for the space, but am stopped by the mountain man.  “He won’t move; don’t even try.”  We settle for a chair.  He strips naked and kneels.  His ass is almost the exact opposite of my earlier fuck—hairless and thin.  His hole, as I find it with my tongue, has seen a lot of work over the years.  He has permanently swollen ass lips that are a delight to make even bigger.

Again, we attract a crowd, but smaller this time.  I stand up and enter him.  Slowly.  Inch by inch.  He is panting.  His cock had been rock-hard for the rimming, but it wilts now.  He desperately jerks it to take his mind off the invasion in his ass.  I bottom out.  Hold.  And begin the fuck.  Slowly in and out.  A nice steady tempo.  He relaxes.  And is soon moaning out his pleasure.  He is fed a dick.  He takes it gratefully.  The dick in his mouth makes his own harden back up.   The guy in his mouth begins to fuck his face.  We match strokes—plowing into him in time at each end.

He groans again. 

“Want my load, fucker?” asks the guy in his mouth.

There is a choked affirmative.  The guy fucking his face let’s go.  Mountain Man touches his own cock at the same time.  He takes the load—and seconds later, his own load pours out of his dick and onto the chair seat.

I slow down and pull out.  I can sense he can’t take any more.  I offer my cock for a clean-up, but he is lost in his own little world of post orgasmic bliss…

*

I take a break and eat my lunch out in the car. 

I watch the crowd thin as I chew.

I go back.  I need to piss, but the Choker seems to be gone.  But the young man I’d fucked earlier is here.  And naked in the back room.  We still can’t get the medical table, but he is happy to kneel on the same chair I used to fuck Mountain Man.

“You still want that load?” I ask as I kneel and begin eating out his ass.  I am pretty sure another man has been up here since me, but I can’t taste cum.  It’s just been loosened up with a hard fucking.

“Please.  I love to leave here with cum in my ass.”

My tongue goes deep.  He moans.  And is rewarded with a cock in his mouth from a watcher.

I keep eating.  I feel more than see the guy in his mouth begin a face fucking.  I stand up and slide in.  The hairy young man stops sucking and concentrates on taking my dick.  He does.  He relaxes and takes the other cock into his mouth again.

I am really turned on by the fact that both the men I’ve fucked today have had both holes filled with dick at the same time.  It’s always made me hard.  I really want to rotate with the guy in his mouth, but he refuses my offer of his ass. 

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” I say, panting a little.  I am closer to shooting than I thought possible.  My cock has been very well used here this afternoon.  “You still want me to breed you?”

I know the answer, but I know how to work the audience. 

The cock in his mouth makes his answer turn into an affirmative grunt.  I speed up.  I am really fucking hard into him.  Just as suddenly, I stop, pull out and go to my knees for one last taste of his hot, wet hole. 

“Fuckin’ pig!” says someone in the crowd. 

I idly wonder which of us he means.  I stand back up, my cock rampant.  I slide in and begin to shower his hole with spurt and spurt of my creamy jizz…

"Can I Ride That?"

 Near Home—April, 2025

I had so much fun with Julian and Cute College Kid on the first Friday of the month, I made the unusual choice of going back the next day.  I tried the evening.  I’d had one Saturday night that was terrific, and one with the loud-mouthed talker.  This one was just bad. 

I did get off; a large man, with a micro dick, had a great mouth.  But it was hours before he stopped looking at my cock and sucked it.  Likely what slowed him down was the sprinkling of men—all looking sad and tired—watching the porn.  Once he waited them out, he did what was needed. I really don’t need to say any more.  I have recorded it here only because it happened.

 

Near Home—April, 2025

I waited until the next Friday afternoon to go again.  Much more fun…

 

I walk into the darkened room.  The moment I am through the door I can hear the sounds of sex.  A man is breathing hard.  There is the slurp of a wet mouth on hard cock.  I make my way to my usual chair.  It is dark in here today.  My eyes adjust and I see the naked ass of a man on his knees.  He is servicing a man who I can’t quite make out as he’s slumped down in his chair.  There are a couple of other men in the room, jerking to the porn and to the real thing.  One of them is the Voyeur.

I take out my dick.  The guy getting head straightens up.  I know him.  He is an occasional top at the house party in Grand Rapids (where I called him Latin Top.)  He is also the one that likes me to play with his hole as he fucks.  He is in his late 30’s and hot.  He nods to me.  I nod back.  His cocksucker re-doubles his efforts on him.

Latin Top groans.  Then moves.  He gets up and comes over to me.  He is as naked as the man sucking him.  He grins and grabs my cock, before leaning over and devouring it.  The cocksucker watches.  Hoping, I think, I get added to the mix.  When I am good and wet, Latin Top turns and, guiding me with his hand, pulls me up on my feet and towards his ass.  My wet cock head prods his pucker.  It breaks through and he lets out a muffled moan—of pain not good sex.  He pulls off my imbedded cock, spins the cocksucker around and pushes his own large cock into the sucker’s bare ass.

He begins to pump into the man.  His right hand leaves the guy’s hips and touches his own ass cheek.  I know the signal.  I kneel and my tongue connects with the hole I was in so briefly.  I stay still and let him impale himself of my hardened tongue.  He moans again, this time in pleasure. 

I lube up a finger.  It goes into him on the next backstroke.  “Fuck…” he breathes.  He increases his fuck tempo, my finger never leaving his bubble butt.  I stand up.  I pull out and try again with my cock.  I go in.  Again, I don’t thrust, I let him impale himself on the back stroke.  He groans.  And takes it.

“Fuck, YES!” he growls out.

Suddenly he twists off me and out of the cocksucker’s ass.  He shoots all over the floor.  I am surprised, but happy to catch the last drip of cum off his cock.  He grins at me and, grabbing his clothes, heads to the bathroom.

The naked cocksucker, white, anywhere between 45 and 50, goes to the Voyeur.  He settles down in front of him, on all fours, pointing his ass right at me.  I take the hint.  My wet cock finds his much looser pucker.  It all but sucks me right in.  I fuck, hard enough to help him go deeper on the Voyeur’s dick.  The Voyeur is in heaven—getting head and watching a fuck right in front of him.

Suddenly, the cocksucker pulls off him.  “Just don’t cum in me,” he pants.

That statement can be a boner killer, but I am fine.  He said it before I am remotely close to shooting.  I grunt an affirmative and fuck him harder.

I finally pull out, my knees tired of the hard linoleum floor.  I sit back in my chair and stroke to the sucking of the Voyeur.  In moments he gives the guy his load.  I am pleased the sucker swallows and doesn’t spit.

He gets up and comes to me.  “Can I ride that?”

I nod.  He sits, back to me, and begins to bounce.  He ass feels terrific this way.  I swear it’s wetter than when I left it.   He fucks himself hard, slamming himself down on my big cock.  Over and over.  When he tires, he pulls off me and instantly bends to clean me up.  He likes the taste of his ass juices so much, he settles right down between my legs and sucks me for a long time.

We break.  He sits next to me and jerks his cock.  The sight of mine is just too much for him.  He gets up and rides me again, just as hard.  I expect to hear/feel him cum this time, but he doesn’t.  He finally stands up fully and once again sits next to me.

“I am so close to shooting…” he murmurs.

I go to my knees and suck his cock.  He moans; he really is close.  His cock is dripping huge amounts of precum.  He sighs and fires into my mouth.  He thanks me and finds his clothes…

The Voyeur had stayed to watch the first riding, but he’s long gone now.  Two other men have left as well.  The only man left can’t get off his phone.

I am surprised that I am fine with getting on home, not hanging around to see if someone new will want my load.  I am fine with saving it.  I have already decided to do the second Saturday gathering tomorrow at the bookstore that is half video/half playspace.  My load will be put to good use there…

Two Favorites

 Near Home—May, 2025

My May hook-ups started with a bang.  Literally.  Two of my favorite men showed up on the same Friday afternoon.  The parking lot was full as I arrived.  I walked into a room of about ten men—every one of them horny and looking to play…

 

I can’t sit in my usual chair.  The main L shape of chairs is full of men.  Many with their cocks out.  One is being treated to a blow job.  (I love that the guy sucking doesn’t even pause as I walk by him.)  I sit to the side, next to a very old man, who has his walker off to the side.  I take out my dick.  It is instantly hard with all the sexual energy in the room.  Shaved Head has just come out of the shadows and is now sucking a guy who sits in my usual chair.  A third pair of men are jerking each other. I watch them, wondering where I’ll start.

I feel a hand.  It is the old man.  His finger swipes my piss slit and he is rewarded with a drop of precum.  He makes a show of licking his finger clean.  I let his soft hand stroke the full shaft.  He is delighted.  He keeps wiping my slit and licking his finger.  He makes the hottest sound of appreciation each time he cleans his forefinger.

Shy One, Shaved Head’s partner, comes over and kneels.  He sucks me.  His mouth is one of the best.  It’s a great way to start my afternoon.  He does everything I love, especially spending a long time on my nut sack.  He only gets up to give his partner a turn.  I wish they would both do me at one time—passing me back and forth.  But I can’t complain, their work has set my balls churning.

The door opens.  In walks Julian, the man I used to call Blond Bottom, before I learned his name and seen him top.  He sits on the other side of me, smiling.  In moments, he strips to just his socks.  He kneels and sucks me.  A few minutes into it, I stand up and begin pumping into his mouth.  (This delights the old man next to us!)  When I sit, Julian does my balls, but not before making me open my pants and pulling them to my knees.  He wants to lick up that ball sweat.  I groan.

On His Phone comes over, phone finally put away.  He hunkers down behind Julian and fingers his ass.  Julian pulls off me, whispering fiercely, “I hate fingers.  Use your damn dick.”

I pass OHP my lube.  He uses it—and slides in.  Julian loves it at both ends.  He groans around my cock—taking the anal pummeling easily.  When OHP tires, he sits next to me, in Julian’s chair.  I direct Julian’s mouth to his cock to clean him up and I go to eat his fucked hole.  He is literally dripping with ass jizz and OHP’s precum.  I slurp it up.  I smear some on my cock and push into him.  Julian stops sucking, coming up to moan.  I am likely twice as big as OHP and he is feeling every inch of me.  I fuck him slow.  I fuck him hard.  I look at the old man’s face—his eyes are riveted to Julian and how he is taking it.  Julian is panting.  The old man finds Julian’s hand on the empty seat with his own.  He takes hold of it.  I keep fucking, as the old man squeezes it, as connected to the fuck as if he were getting it himself. 

I slow down.  On His Phone is ready for round two.  “You want my load, don’t you?” he whispers to Julian.  I move to the side and watch him slide in.  No extra lube needed now.  I sit for Julian to suck me, but he is concentrating on working his ass so much, he ignores me for several moments.  Once he swallows me down, OHP fucks faster and harder.  In moments he is shooting deep into Julian’s talented butt.

I get up.  I clean up ONP’s cock for the briefest moment (It seems to embarrass him.)  I lick Julian’s butt.  He was wet before.  Now he’s awash with sex juices.  

“I’m going to fuck that load deeper.”

I do.  Hard and fast.

Julian needs to move.  He has me sit on the chair.  It’s my turn to hold the old man’s hand as Julian rides my cock.  The whole room can hear how wet his ass is.  When his leg’s tire, I have him kneel on the seat of the chair.  I thrust into him, gliding in with all the natural lube of one type or another.

“Cum inside him,” whispers the old man.  “That’s the best…”

It’s a surprising trigger.  It makes me shoot.  Julian can feel my cock head swell.  He clamps down milking me.  But it is one of those orgasms that make my balls empty, with not much feeling.  But it’s enough to make me stop and catch my breath.   I pull out and lick up any stray cum I’ve pulled out.

Julian is feeling the jizz joy.  He sits in the chair, panting.  He cleans my cock—and I go off to piss.  He’s gone when I come back out.

I am still hard.  And horny.  I sit on the other side of the room, in the short side of the L of chairs.  I watch the porn.  I let one man suck my cock.  He’s one of those that thinks he should get a load in three minutes work.  He goes off to another guy when I don’t deliver.

The door opens.  It is Cute College Kid.  He sees me and sits next to me.  He hauls out his dick.  He waggles it at me.  I go to my knees and suck him.   He is small enough my tongue can be everywhere and I never need to worry about teeth. 

He squirms away, pulling up my head.  I know he has a really short trigger and is likely ready to shoot.  He has me lick his balls to calm his dick down.

Then we reverse.  He is all over my big cock.  I make him do my sweaty balls, just like he did to me.  He stands up after a bit.  He steps out of his jeans, keeping on a loose, red t-shirt.  He stands to my side and gives me his cock to suck.  My fingers play along his ass crack.  He encourages it.  I pause the cock sucking long enough to wet my middle finger.  It finds his hole.  And enters.  I begin to fuck it into him in time with my mouth on his cock.  He groans.

And tells me to slow down.  I do.  But even that is too much.  He pulls away and sits, so he doesn’t shoot too soon.  I get out of my chair and kneel in front of him.  I raise his legs, and begin eating his butt hole.  It has a slight gape from my fingering.  He is in heaven.  I keep knocking his hand off his cock.  I want this to last.

A new guy stands near us.  CCK reaches for him.  He never connects, for my wet cock has replaced my tongue in his ass.  I have never fucked this man with more than two thirds of my dick.  That doesn’t change, but it seems to be an easier angle for him to take me.  He forgets about the other man and begins working his ass. He digs out his poppers.  He takes a hit and holds them under my nose.

Holy shit.  My head swims, but I don’t try to go deeper in him.  I just keep working his tight, wet ass.

“I’m going to…”

I can’t finish the words.  This time as my cock fires off a load, every nerve ending is screaming.  I buck into him, filling him with my ball juice.  The look on his face is ecstatic.  I stop moving with a shudder and let him milk me.  I slowly pull out.

I can’t quite put words together.  “All this time, and I’ve never bred you...”

He smiles.  “Well, it’s about time!”  He pulls me in.  A light kiss.  And he pushes my tongue down to his leaking hole…

FP Helps His Brother Move, But Takes Care of his Readers

I have to help my brother move from New Jersey to Michigan.  I will be gone for about two weeks.  But don't worry.  I have set up a series of re-posts to keep you entertained.  And some hot pictures. (Sometimes they will coordinate with the post, sometimes not.  They are never the people in the post!)  They will post automatically every other day.  

I should be back, writing up my new adventures near the middle of February.  

To start us off, here is a fun couple I saw a lot of for a bit, but health concerns (and distance) have kept us apart.  The playroom mentioned is my previous home, the drafty Victorian...

Re-post:  Don and Reid Visit the Playroom

My Playroom—November, 2018

It was just a matter of time.  And not very long to wait at all.

Don and Reid (the furry bottom and the top with the huge, hooked dick I’d played with when I was out of state) had expressed interest in having a session in the playroom.  I got a text just before Halloween asking about dates and we agreed on one easily.  They would come in late afternoon and we’d have dinner afterwards.  The temperature was just beginning to be cool so I set up the space heater, just to make sure we’d sweat a little.

I put a fresh towel in the sling and older ones under it and between the legs of the fuck bench.   Water was set out.  As was the tub of coconut oil for lube.  I chose less fetish inspired porn; just a good bareback orgy so as not freak Reid out.  (There had been a moment when he sat down on the bed in my hotel room and the first thing he saw was Rod Painter sticking a massive stainless steel sound into his hard cock.)

A text announced they were within a block.  On arrival, Don ran to the toilet, not sure he could feed me.  Reid and I chatted about the architecture of the house I live in.  Soon enough they were stowing their clothes in the bureau up in the playroom.  I stripped to my yellow jock and boots.  Don grinned at me, totally naked and hard.  He knelt in front of us…

 

“Suck him so he’s hard.”  I didn’t have to say it twice.  Nor did Reid have far to go to getting that monster ready for play.  I watch in fascination as Don takes more of it down his throat than I ever could.  And then it firms up—and he cannot get it into his mouth nearly as far.  Reid pushes him over to my cock.  I have tented the pouch of the jock.  Don wets it with his tongue.  He groans at the taste.  I love discovering each time we play he is piggier than I ever guessed.  Soon he’s swallowing my fully erect dick to the root.  Over and over.

I grab Reid by the curve and pull him closer.  Don goes back and forth on our oversized cocks.  He deliberately chokes himself on each of us in turn.  I join him on his knees.  We each take a side of Reid’s cock.  We tongue the shaft in tandem.  I let him slide down to the head first.  Then it’s my turn. Now back to getting the whole of his cock wet.

I look up at Reid.  “Where do you want him first?”

He points to the piece of fuck furniture that wasn’t in my hotel room—the fuck bench.  Don climbs aboard.  I take a moment to lower the mid section to make it is more comfortable for him.  But then, since I’m right there, I attack his hairy hole with my tongue.  Reid watches and strokes.  I leave Don’s pucker sopping wet.  I stand up and enter him.  Reid moves closer.  He watches the head of my cock disappear into his partner.  He grunts in pleasure, as he hears Don groan.  I hold in place for just a moment and then work my entire length into him. 

Reid jerks faster.  “Fuck him.”

Don is now opening—I can begin to truly plow him.  My hips begin to slap against his ass.  Reid slaps his cock on his butt right next to my right hand.  His cock is beginning to ooze.

I give Don a few more strokes and pull out.  “Your turn.”  I move around and stick my cock in his mouth straight from his ass. 

Reid likes this almost as much as Don.  Reid pushes in—hard—no easing in for him.  He fucks him hard.  Like a whore.  It’s hot to watch.

We switch.  Reid brings his dripping dick to Don’s mouth.  I go back to the now gaping hole.  His hole has been manufacturing lube like crazy to protect it from that massive intruder.  I love how wet Don feels on my cock.  Don loves how my cock tastes when we rotate again.

And again. 

But this time I piss on his hole before I fuck it.

*

Don is now in the sling.  I am fucking him.  Reid sits on the fuck bench.  His eyes are riveted to my dick as it enters his boyfriend.  He strokes his dick only occasionally, making sure he won’t shoot too fast.

I show off a little.  I stand still and pull the sling on to my dick and then push it off.  Over and over.  It shows off the whole length of my dick for it all comes out but just the tip.  Reid gets up and crawls under the sling.

“Damn…” is all I hear from him down there.  Then I feel him licking my balls…

*

“You should eat Reid’s ass again,” Don says, panting a little and in need of a break.

We re-group around the rimseat.  I’m under it.  Reid sits carefully down on the seat.  My tongue finds his virgin hole.  Don is sucking my dick.  I poke myself deeper and deeper into Reid.  I can hear him jerking his dick as I suck and tongue him.

Don has gotten my cock good and wet.  He sits on it and rides me.  He slams himself down on my dick until his legs give out.

The two men change.  Don sits down and gives me to eat the ass I just fucked.  Reid straddles my chest and face fucks his partner.  I can only sense it.  And hear it.  He can’t be taking more than half that cock.  Don chokes on the fuck tool.  It makes his hole spasm.  I groan out my appreciation.  Reid does it to him again.

I stop touching myself.  I concentrate on just eating the stretched out hole above me.

“I need your dick, not your tongue.”  Don stands up.  He heads back to the sling.  He’s in it and even found the stirrups by the time Reid helps me up.

“You first,” says Reid.

I plow right in.  It’s a noisy fuck.  My dick is making a suction sound on each withdrawal.  Reid pushes in close.  He blows his load all over Don’s ass.  I slow down.  When he is done shooting, I pull out and mop up his load with my dick head.

“Oh, fuck…” Reid mumbles and sits down on the fuck bench, spent.

I fuck the load into Don.  I am getting close myself.  I remember what I learned from Don—about how Reid loved that I asked if I could cum in his boy.  So I do it.  “Can I shoot my load in your boy?”

“You better,” is all the answer he gives me.

I speed up—and fire a pent up splatter of cum deep into Don…

Originally posted December 13, 2018

The IML Glorious Threeway Just Keeps on Giving…

 Last night was the massive Fornication Party.  There is no way I could put a coherent full post together.  (You’ll hear about it in about 10 days.)

 

Chicago—May, 2024

I got a text from Seth after I posted about our fun.  He’d looked at his phone and realized he had some pictures of the threeway he could share with you.   We didn’t take many, as we were too intent on the sex.  But here are a few…

 

This is Miles in Seth.

FP rimming Seth.

FP fucking Seth.

 And a gratuitous shot of Miles before we began…

A link to the original post is here:   Glorious Threeway  —where there are more pictures.

IML: A Glorious Threeway

 Chicago—May, 2024

I don’t quite know why I did not plan to do more at IML.  Some of it was remembering the sheer exhaustion of staying at the host hotel.  You feel, or at least I do, you have to keep taking advantage of the never-ending sex on offer.  Last year I got around that by staying at a smaller motel which has a huge gay clientele.  I think I expected to do that again—but I had two work gigs back-to-back that frankly made me lose track of time.  It was suddenly the first of May before I really thought about reservations and the motel was booked solid.

Another contributing factor was that the Horse Market had lost their venue in town and would not be coming to IML.  Should I even go?  So, I made a list of what was important for me about IML.  I realized the piss party was at the top of my list—and then, I would like to catch up with people like Keshawn who were in town.

Around the top of May, Seth reached out.  He was a versatile man with similar interests who I’d met at the great New Year’s Eve parties thrown by some mutual Chicago friends before they moved to Palm Springs.  The pandemic had gotten in the way of what was starting to be some regular play together.  He and Miles would love to see me.  Was I coming to town for IML?

This worked perfectly.  I could play with them on Friday night and he was gracious to let me make his apartment my headquarters.  The piss party was Saturday.  And I could venture down to the host hotel on Sunday to see Keshawn—and hopefully two cumdumps who had requested at least a fuck.

I packed the sling and rimseat—and hit the road on Friday morning…

 

I am setting up the sling in the cleared space in the living room.  Seth and Miles are busy either in the bathroom or setting snacks out.  They look great.  It has been 5 years now since I’ve seen them.  Seth is ten years younger than I.  He has a little more grey in his hair.  He is tall and good looking.  Miles, is younger.  He is still gym built with great pecs.  And tats.  And that’s before we get to his ass…

 

I am now set up.  The guys come out of the bathroom.  Seth has given Miles a shot of Trimix—so his cock is hard and ready.  Seth sits on an ottoman.  “Come here…”

The two of us move to him and present our hard cocks for Seth to suck.  He sucks us both—back and forth.  My hand is already on Miles’ ass.  I idly play around his hole as we get sucked.  Soon Miles kneels and begins to suck Seth.  I kneel behind him.  My tongue finds his pucker.  I groan as I begin to lick.  Seth reaches down and spreads Miles’ cheeks for me.  In moments, my tongue is buried in his hot butt.  Miles groans around the cock in his mouth as I begin rimming him in earnest.  Licking and spitting and licking it up again.

I rear up and fuck.  The action pushes him onto Seth’s big, PA-ed cock.  I keep the fuck gentle—opening his hole for the night.  Seth comes around and takes a turn up Miles, too.

We move to the rimseat, at Seth’s request.  I go under.  Miles perfect ass needs to be licked after the fucking.  He sits on my face and Seth sits on my cock.  I groan at the overload of feeling.  Seth is bouncing faster and faster.  I wrap my arms around Miles’ legs and all but pull myself up into his spread cheeks.  My tongue goes deeper into his juicy hole.  Seth slows a little and the two men lean together to kiss.  It’s a wonderfully powerful moment: cock in hole, tongues in mouths, tongue in hole.  The perfect triangle of lust.

“Let’s change…”

Seth slowly pulls off my dick.  Miles stands up.  They switch.  Seth sits on my face, his hole wet from my drooling cock and his own hot ass juices.  Miles settles down on my cock.  Miles begins to bounce.  My tongue is all over Seth’s very pronounced ass lips.  I suck them into my mouth individually.  Then as a pair.  They fill my mouth, cutting off my breath in the best possible way.

We take a small water break. 

Miles jumps in the sling.  I feast on his hole.  Seth gives him his big dick to suck.  I don’t stay, tongue in place, very long.  I need to fuck—at my tempo.  I sink into his bubble butt.  My hands find his hard pecs as I stroke into him.  Over and over.

We switch.  I move to his mouth so he can clean my cock and Seth rims and sucks his hole.  Our mouths can’t stay off each other.  We love how the other two taste.  As soon as Seth goes from rimming to fucking, I get under the sling.  He knows what I want.  He fucks two or three strokes into Miles and then two or three strokes into my open mouth.  Back and forth.  Asking me how he tastes when my mouth is full of his cock.  Leaving me breathless…

*

We’re back to the rimseat.  Seth is under and Miles is sitting on his face.  I suck Seth’s cock.  Then his balls.  Miles groans as Seth’s tongue goes deep.  His cock drools and I’m there to not let it go to waste.  I suck him for a bit, before I stand up and feed him my dick.

“Change!” orders Seth.  Miles gets up and I take a seat.  Miles takes a seat on Seth’s throbbing cock.  The tongue in my ass is as forceful as my own when I lick butt.  I relax.  I watch the concentration on Mile’s face as he pleasures himself on Seth’s cock.  I love it when he leans forward and licks my cock a little.  Seth must be able to sense what’s happening because he begins to rim me harder and faster.  I moan and have to pull Miles off my cock and up into a kiss…

*

We move back to the sling.   The two of us work over Miles.  Tongues and dicks everywhere.  In his hole, in his mouth, beating his chest with our cocks.  I go behind Seth and fuck him as he fucks Miles.  He does the work, fucking into the young man and back on me.  Then he stands still, deep inside Miles.  I fuck him hard—hard enough to fuck both of them at the same time.

Then Seth gets in the sling.  Both of us fuck him.  I know that it’s a treat that Miles is topping him.  I love to watch them interact as they fuck.  And I love to clean Miles’ dick when he pulls out.

Miles takes a moment to go piss.  Seth gets me in the sling.  He wants more time rimming me.  I just shut my eyes and let his talented tongue explore.  Suddenly I feel Miles lean over me.  He kisses me deeply at the same moment Seth plunges his tongue as deep as he can get it…

*

It’s late.  I am feeling the hour I lost driving into Central time. 

I am fucking Miles.  And in moments, I shoot some semen into him.  But it’s that ‘not a full-fledged cumshot’ thing, I seem to be doing during long sessions. 

I eat some of it out of him. 

I let Seth fuck in it. 

Watching him fuck in my load keeps me hard and dripping.

“I have more…”

Seth gets out of my way and I sink back into Miles.  I fuck all of two strokes—before I explode, giving him every drop from my balls…

*

They left me for the bedroom, as I slept on the couch.  I heard Miles leave early in the morning to go walk his dog.  Eventually, I got up and Seth came and sat beside me.  He reminded me that it was when we were fucking five years ago,  that it was the first time Miles got hard and fucked him.  Last night Seth bred Miles, using my load as lube.  Then, for the very first time, Miles bred Seth…

Miles sent me these pictures.  They were not taken during our play, but both Seth and I thought he should show the world his hot ass.  He sent me this great collection for you to enjoy—and said I could even use face shots…