Diego's IML 2000

IML stands for International Mister Leather. Think of Miss Universe, but instead of a pretty girl in a bikini, you get a chance to see hard beautifully muscled men with hairy chests, parading in front of you with itty bitty tiny leather jock straps .

This event takes place Memorial Day weekend in Chicago. It's one weekend when you can go to the Sears Tower's observatory and see a dominatrix in a full outfit, with her slave on a leash wearing the minimum legal clothing, or walk into the Art Museum on Michigan Avenue and run into an S&M leather master with his five boys, all of which are between the ages of 25 and 29, fresh out of law and medical school, and with bodies that remind you of the beauty of youth.

Every year, the cream of the crop of the S&M, kink and leather community get together in Chicago for the International Mr. Leather Contest. This event, which is the second largest convention to hit the Windy City each year, brings plenty of hot, husky, muscled up, leather clad, horny men together for a weekend that Caligula himself would be jealous of. This was my fourth year attending this event and as always, it expanded my horizons .... among many other things.

The Hyatt was the hosting hotel, and their staff was much friendlier than the Palmer House had been the year prior but the architecture of the place ruined the Feng Shui! The setup of the lobby made it extremely hard to properly allow the easy flow of a crowd when wanting to display your latest purchase of a leather outfit, your buffed pecs, abs or baskets, but everybody did the catwalk anyway.

Thank God we managed!

After saying hello to the usual crowd, the Los Angeles crowd, acknowledging all the other members of Avatar, I slipped into an Air Force fighter suit with nothing underneath and front zipper wide open (of course!), dog tags, a cocktail on my hand, a cockring around my dick, showered , douched and shaved, and with my poppers carefully and modestly tucked into my sock I went down into the trenches.

Diego 25

Woof!

View from the hotel

My Friend Pug

This was a very educational weekend trip for me. I learned that I will never look at a fist the same way, I should never try to suck a dick with a prince Albert zero gauge, and Kansas City men are a little bit more wholesome than I care to date. I did leave with a very important question unanswered; if you have sex with a guy wearing a dog mask, does that mean you are into bestiality?

On the way back home I felt a little bit sad that Mr. Right wasn't there, but I had incredible sex, made some new friends from all over the world, spent some really fun times with good friends and managed to boost my ego a couple notches. If life is a smorgasbord, then IML is a desert bar full of French pastries.

Ooooh La La.

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