Title: My IML 2009
Category: horny
Blog Entry: Four nights...four breedings. (Ten butts fucked, but only four breedings.)There's a guy with the screen name rawTOP who I first became aware of when he was one of Dawson's 20+ loads in his breakthrough video for Treasure Island Media. Turns out he has a blog, which I check into every once in a while. Somewhere, he says on there that it's pretty hypocritical that the owner of IML is publically vocal in support of safe sex, when IML weekend has become pretty much a celebration of bareback sex. (And the IML guy also evidently owns one of Chicago's main bathhouses.) Not sure how true this all is, but it certainly is true that I never used a condom, nor saw one in use all weekend.First night, within a couple of hours of my arrival, I was at a gangbang organized by none other than rawTOP, fucking and filling a hot bottom from Toronto, with whom I had tried to hook up last year without success. Here he was, metaphorically presented to me on a platter. (The other bottom in the gangbang, also hot, wasn't as aggressive about going after me, and I do respond to aggressive bottoms.) A third bottom had chickened out, so it was just these two. But it was clear from the get-go that the Toronto boy had the hole for me. I held out as long as I could, but that wasn't very long, and he got my first load deep. I don't know how many were in there ahead of me, but shortly after I pulled out another guy shot his load onto his hole (I guess he was turned on by the scene, but too afraid to participate fully), and rawTOP fucked the cumload in himself.There was a guy by the door whom I mistook for another organizer of the gangbang, but turned out to be (according to rawTOP on his blog) a local student (if I remember correctly) interested in documenting the bareback community (or something like that). I was required to tell him, upon my departure, how many loads I had shot (and it's been years since I could have said anything other than 1), and in whom. I later learned that my bottom won...which, as I told him when I saw him later that weekend, was not surprising, as I only fuck winners.Next day, one of the many room parties was held by a short, slight bottom from Missouri whom I had met two years earlier (and fucked, though not filled) at a similar party in his room then. He and his two roommates had a nice-sized room with a sling set up (being used for fisting while I was there). Once again, I came too early in both senses of the word. Shortly after my arrival, I was in my Missouri friend's ass, and it didn't take long, watching all the raw fucking going on around me, for me to dump my seed into him. It was very warm in the room, so I went back to my own (just down the hall as it turned out). Later on, he came by to visit for an hour, and I fucked him again (without cumming).Next day was Saturday, which meant my main focus was on the Chicago Water Buddies party. I had befriended (and later fucked and filled) the guy in charge last year, and had been looking forward to doing the same this year. (He was supposed to have come by the night before, but got too drunk to make the trip.) I did get to play with him a little during the party, and get reacquainted with some other guys I had met in years past. Early on, I met a guy who was just the personification of gay male sleaze and raunch - we traded off blow jobs and sloppy kisses, but both were too hard to pee. It's not normally a fucking party, but later on, I saw him in the back getting pounded by another partygoer. The fucker eventually pulled out, and I couldn't resist re-introducing myself, cock first into his already wide open back door. He was a great fuck (I could tell he had done this before...maybe a million times), and I dumped what turned out to be the only cumload he got in his ass during the party. (He did much better at other times during the weekend.) Later on, the party host arranged a ride back to the hotel for me, and it turned out to be with this very same bottom and his partner. Both very sexy, and living not far from Chicago (Joliet). The guy I had fucked had started out living as a straight man, and was married with children (or at least one child). Sometimes I wonder if the guys who start out straight make the best gay sluts.Once back at the hotel, I was basically fucked out, and sent my regrets to the sponsor of another bareback room party (this one arranged via a new website called barebackbears.net), had dinner and went to sleep.Sunday evening was the party I was really looking forward to - Treasure Island Media's Cockpit party. I'd never been to any of the ones held in San Francisco or D.C., and I could only imagine what it must be like. Well, what I imagined turned out to be pretty much what it was. Depending on the hour, anywhere from 50 to 100 hot guys - some of them T.I.M. stars (this year, Brad McGuire and James Roscoe [who are boyfriends], Christian, Damon Dogg [who was topping that night], a new guy who is also their first deaf performer, and Gehno Sanchez), and the rest of us, all orgy-ing away in blissful disregard of the official IML safe sex mindset.All three of the guys I had already fucked that weekend would show up at the Cockpit party. So I got to sample the Toronto bottom again (he told me he had lost count, but thought he had taken about 40 loads by that time...rawTOP, in his blog, later put the count higher), as well as the Missouri bottom. The guy I fucked at the Water Buddies party showed up after I had shot, and as it turned out done for the evening. But that's when I found out that he, too, was sort of a T.I.M. star: on the bonus disc of "Planting Seed 2", which shows the Folsom Street Fair goings on of whatever year that was (2002, I think), he was parading around under the name "The Human Urinal". Woof indeed.I spent three hours at the Cockpit party (which was scheduled to go on at least that much longer after I left), thankfully pacing myself so I didn't shoot in the first five minutes. It wasn't easy, with all that manflesh walking around (and poking its butts up in the air, and its raw cocks into those butts). Apart from the two repeat holes, there were eight other guys whose asses I got to sample, one of whom was one of the guys I had fucked and filled at IML 2008, in his room in a sling. One particularly exciting moment was when I was able to slide into a small guy's butt right after Gehno had unloaded into him. (I didn't get to fuck any of the actual porn stars...I am neither young nor muscular, and don't seem to attract their attention.)The action was taking place in several underground rooms in one of the northside bars (most of you know which one it is, but just in case the wrong eyes are reading this, I don't want to identify it by name). There were slings set up in at least three of the rooms, as well as benches and mattresses. There were even condoms (I guess it's the law), though I failed to see any in use. I got to indulge another one of my rarely fulfilled fantasies, fucking three bottoms lined up side by side, just pulling out of one and shoving into the next, in sequence, just like in certain of my favorite bareback videos. One of those bottoms later got my load, which I held back until someone else had shot inside him, so I could both fuck the other guy's load further in, and add my own.This particular space has an open men's room with four or five very exposed urinals, and a tub just waiting for a piss pig to take residence. Ironically, I never set foot in the tub, as I was in fucking mode, and I find it hard to combine fucking and piss play. (Though sometimes I do like to piss up a guy while I'm fucking him...didn't get to do that this year.) Maybe another time for the tub.Home the next day. And, alerted by rawTOP's blog, a dose of antibiotics a few days after I got back when the first symptoms began to appear.Not sure I can top this IML, but there's always next year.
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