IML 2008

As you know, another IML has come and gone. And so have our visiting boys. Life returns back to “normal” here in Chicago, the Leather Capital of the world (so I’m told).

Everyone seems to feel this year’s IML, the 30th IML, had a friendly, outgoing and very playful vibe from start to finish. Right as we pulled up to the Hyatt‘s unloading zone on Thursday morning, the smiles, hugs and “Hey Fuckers! How ya been?” started. This was going to be a great IML.

Oh, man. Was it ever. We arrived Thurday morning at the hotel with 90 gallons of gear plus several suitcases of other gear. The coffee cups in the Hotel Thursday morning invited trouble right away. (My thumb is hiding the “C”). I sent this photo out to friends who were arriving later that day. Needless to say, this got our friends psyched up for IML.

Thursday night has always been very social. Catching up with friends you haven’t seen in some time. We all keep in touch via Ims, Gear Fetish and Recon messages so it usually feels like we hung out just last week. It was indeed a very social night. Boy Mike had in been in chastity for a couple weeks and was “Grumpy-Horny”. boy Clay was just horny in general. At one point on Thursday night, a regular playbuddy of mine and I took one of the boy’s upstairs to “re-hydrate” him…. which turned into the two of us beating the shit out of him, stomping on all parts of his body with tall cop boots and fucking him senseless. He got the “Butt-Sex” he had been joking about for months. There were no complaints and his bruises were damn purty!

Sorry, no photos of that. Hands were too occupied at the time to work a camera.