Chicago—May, 2023

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

“Fuck me hard!”

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

*

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

“Take a turn.  You’ll love his ass.”

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

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

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

“Now fuck him good.”

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

I fuck and the top stands up.

“Let me do that with you,” I ask. 

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

*

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(To be continued…)

The Original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: CumUnion in the Hole, Part 1 (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 8, 2023