Keeping It Oral

 Near Home—July, 2025

Fornication Weekend, though an abbreviated version of it, was coming up in two days.  I knew I’d be doing a lot of fucking there, especially at the massive party.  So, when some free time arrived unexpectedly the day before I left, I decided I would have an all-oral day at the bookstore.  But would the right guys be there…?

 

I go into the dimly lit room.  I see the Voyeur, but I know none of the other four men here.  I sit to the side as my usual chair is taken by an older man.  I glance to my right to see the gay screen.  Near it is a man who is totally naked, his clothes stowed under his chair.  He has a decent body and he loves showing it off as he pleasures himself.  I watch him.  I am on the verge of going to him when he suddenly stands up and comes to me.  Without a word, he kneels and begins sucking me.  It’s fine, but not great.  It is a very shallow blow job—he just can’t take me very deep.  He tries once and chokes.  Soon enough, he realizes I am not one of those men who blow their load at the mere thought of sex.  Wordlessly, he retires to his chair.

During the blow job, the older man has crossed the room to watch me get sucked.  He now reaches out a tentative hand.  It closes around my wet flesh.  It is the softest stroking my cock has had in years—and is actually hotter than the last guy’s mouth.  He stops for a moment.  A finger passes over my piss slit.  He massages my precum into my big flared cock head.  Then it’s back to the soft grip and a sensuous up and down motion.

I sigh.  I turn to look at him.

Abruptly, he lets go, stands and thanks me in a whisper.  He’s out the door in a flash.

The naked man is stroking himself again to the gay porn.  There is a Latino across from him, now doing the same, who I hadn’t really noticed.  In moments, he stands up and goes to the fully naked guy and begins to suck his cock.  The naked guy leans back in his chair, closing his eyes.  The guy must be good.  I watch for a bit and glance over at the Voyeur.  He is getting a hand job from the young man next to him.  I watch the straight porn, turning slightly away from the other four men.

I hear movement.  I look back.  The Latino and Naked Guy are coming to me.  Both kneel and they begin sharing my cock.  Back and forth.  This is not what I imagined as part of my all-oral day, but I go with it.  The Latino is a natural.  He knows his way around sucking a big cock.  His deep throating is effortless.

I close my eyes and let them share me.  It is easy to tell who is currently on my cock.  I hear them stroking their own wet cocks as they work on me.  Naked Guy pulls off me.  I hear him stand up.  I open my eyes.  He sticks his cock in the Latino’s mouth and gives him his load.  The Latino goes for a cigarette break and Naked Guy gets dressed and leaves.

The Voyeur gestures me to come over.  The young man (white, late 20’s to early 30’s, slim, with his long hair in a ponytail) is still stroking him.  I see that the young guy’s cock is out and only semi erect.  I kneel and begin sucking him.   This delights both men.  The Voyeur stands up and now feeds the guy his long, thin cock.  I hear him fucking the young man’s face.  I concentrate on the cock in my mouth.  He is a heavy precummer.  I love the constant drip of viscous liquid onto my busy tongue.

The Voyeur sits down.  I stand up and present my cock for the young man to suck.  He does eager, it seems for the challenge.  The Voyeur idly plays with the young man’s slick cock—which is still dripping.  I stand still and let him suck me.  He loves to deep throat and is really good at it.  He seems to have no gag reflex.  I begin fucking his face to see if I can find it.  Nope.  He just opens his mouth and throat and lets me have my way with him.

I finally sit down, ready to return to the young guy’s dick.  But his phone goes off.  He glances at the screen, hurriedly puts his cock away and takes off.  I take his chair.

“I think he wanted you to fuck him,” the Voyeur tells me.

“Then he needed to say that…”

He sighs.  Then: “You should finish me off so I can go home…”

I smirk as I go to my knees.  I don’t start on his cock.  I go for his sweaty balls.  My tongue cleans them.  He moans softly and begins to stroke his dick as I take each ebony orb into my mouth, bathe it and release it.  I go back and forth. Finally, I take his long cock down my throat.  In a matter of minutes, he is giving me his nut.  I swallow.  I love that he is in no hurry to get out of my mouth.  He softens as I keep up a light sucking.

He zips up and leaves.  I am alone for a moment.  Then the Latino arrives back from his smoke break.  He is followed by a handsome Black man I have never seen before.  Instantly, the Latino seats the Black guy, gets his cock out and begins working on his bigger than average dick.  I watch them—and the movie.  Thoroughly entertained, still tasting the Voyeur on my tongue.

They finish up with the Black man standing up and thrusting deep into the Latino’s mouth.  He shoots deep down the Latino’s throat.   Both are all smiles as they leave me alone in the room.

I stroke. 

I think about dinner.

About packing for the trip.

A large man comes in and sits next to me.  He gropes himself through his trousers as he watches me stroke.  But he makes no move to do anything.  Finally, he unbuckles his belt and slips both shorts and underwear to his ankles.  He kneads his cock but it won’t get hard.  I decide to go for the challenge.  I kneel in front of him, surprising him, and take his semi hard dick into my mouth.  He sighs, but it doesn’t get hard.  I try every trick I know with my tongue.  Nothing, though he keeps telling me how good it feels. 

Suddenly I figure it out.  I wet my middle finger and let it stroke under his balls.  He groans.  Now down the perineum.  He whimpers.  I touch his pucker.  He breathes hard.  I enter him.  And he explodes in my mouth.  Never getting hard—but giving me a huge mouthful of pent-up semen…

*

Driving home, I discovered a patch of dried cum in my beard.  It made me feel quite happy as I made a mental check list of what I need to take to Fornication…

Whoring Out Kane's Hairy Ass

 Jackson—July, 2025

The next day was the second Saturday of the month.  This was consistently a big day at the other bookstore near me, the one with what amounts to a mini-bathhouse space.  A group of men had decided to always meet there, each month on the second Saturday, around noon.  Word had gotten around to men all over the state.  This was why I hadn’t given a second thought about not getting off the day before.  I was confident I would there.

On Friday night, Kane, the handsome, hooded man I’d met twice at the house party I attend, wrote that he wanted to come to the playroom on Saturday afternoon.  I agreed.  I was fine giving up the Second Saturday Group for some alone time with his hairy ass.  In the next flurry of texts, he brought up going to the bookstore—he’d heard about the group, too.  Would that work for me?

It would.  We agreed to meet around noon. 

The next morning, I packed a lunch and drove into the bigger city.  The parking lot was packed.  As I parked, Kane sent a text saying he was 30 minutes away.  I went in…

 

The lounge is packed.  The men are clustered in the aisle that is between the three gloryhole rooms with doors (which back up to the slurp ramp) and the three cabanas on the other side, which have curtains for some privacy.  I make my way, slowly, to the wall with the five porn screens on it.  I see Shaved Head and his partner, Shy One.  But just to nod to—they are after new meat.

I sit in the only vacant chair on the left side.  I recognize a regular.  He’s a white man, with greying hair, who gives great head. He smiles at me.  The moment I’m hard, I stand up and feed him my cock.  He moans his appreciation around my shaft.  I let him work on me for a good five minutes before I begin a slow face fuck.  He holds still, taking every inch I give him with ease.  I slow and pull out.

“Someday I want your cum,” he murmurs, before I push back into the crowd—but now with my hard, wet cock swaying from side to side leading the way.  I end up in a small room with the only television that is playing straight porn.  I don’t watch the screen.  I watch the blow job happening on the couch next to me.  An older man with a long grey beard is giving voracious head to some one around my age.  The guy getting sucked turns and can’t stop staring at my cock.  Grey Beard notices this and turns to see me, too.  He literally crawls over to me, leaving the other guy to stroke his own wet cock.  GB swallows me down.  For all his eagerness to suck, he is not good.  I am afraid he’ll nick me, as he can’t seem to cover his teeth.  I tell him, twice, that that’s enough for now.  He finally takes the hint and goes off.  The guy he was sucking gets up and gives me some soothing tongue action to make up for it.

Standing in the door is a tall, lanky white boy—35 at the most.  He is as thin as I am.  His eyes are riveted to my cock.  When the guy sucking me tires and stands up, the tall guy disappears down the hall.  I get up to go find him.  He’s waiting for me few steps away—and pulls me into the dark restroom, locking the door. 

“I need this,” he says, his hand encircling my wet shaft.  He is about to go to his knees.  I suggest a cabana, so men can still piss and clean up.  We go into the nearest one.  The young man strips.  His cock is long and thin—a true pencil dick.  It only gets hard when he has me in his mouth.  And his mouth is perfect.  He works my head, my shaft, my piss slit.  And now he’s groaning over the hot-summer-day-sweat under my balls.  I close my eyes and let him work on me.

Finally, he stops and stands up.  I tell him I am meeting someone here—and that the guy is hot and versatile.  I can’t tell if he cares or not.  I take his now hard cock into my mouth.  He instantly tells me he will shoot if I suck him—and he doesn’t want to do that.  He sits.  I lick his balls.  He groans.  He leans back.  I hunker way down and can just lick his pucker.  The young man either gets a lot of action or he plays with big toys.  His ass lips are wonderfully puffy.  He moans as I lick them.  Then he rolls over, getting on all fours, to make it easier for me.  I dig in.  I tongue fuck him.  Over and over.

I stand.  I’m not sure if it’s to stretch or if I’m going to fuck him.  But Lanky Boy rolls to a seated position.  He decides to gets dressed.  I encourage him to find me again with Kane.  He nods and leaves.  I sit for thirty seconds alone in the cabana.  A familiar face appears.

“Here you are, Daddy.”

Kane parts the curtain and steps in.  This handsome man kisses me and begins to strip.  He is tall, gym built and very hairy.  Everywhere.  His ancestors were from somewhere in the Mediterranean. The curls on his head move as he tosses his clothes in the corner.  I sit and just watch him strip. 

Once naked, but for sweat socks, he asks if he should wear the leather hood.  We both agree that he will get more action here without it.  It gets tossed into the pile of his clothes as he kneels before me.  He takes me into his mouth.  Fuck, this guy was born to suck cock.  He worships it.  He loves that I didn’t wait for him—that my cock is wet and rampant.  I lean back and he finds my balls.  His tongue makes them feel wonderful.  He knows they hold the juices he craves.  He licks all around them, then the spheres themselves.  Now under them, cradling them in his left hand.  His tongue continues down my perineum before my trousers get in the way.  It’s back to my cock.  I moan—without really realizing I’m doing it.

“I need to eat your ass,” I mumble.

He stands up.  So do I.  He kneels on the bench, his hairy ass jutting towards me.  I move to the curtains.  I pull them together so there are now gaps in the coverage, so guys can see in.  The moment I kneel behind him, I can hear men behind us.  I pull his generous cheeks apart and begin eating Kane’s hole.  I love watching the hair surrounding it go from curly to wet and sticky.  My tongue goes deep, making him gasp.  I hear poppers open.  He takes a hit.  I take that as my cue to stand up and get my dick inside him.  He moans.  I hear murmurings behind me.  It is a slow, steady entry—his hot channel welcoming my fat cock.   I pause.  He huffs again.  And I begin to fuck.

“Damn,” whispers someone behind us.

This makes me speed up.  Showing off a little.  I fuck him hard and fast before I slow and pull out.  Kane spins and cleans my cock.

I go stand by the entry way.  There are four men watching us, though none have ventured into our cubicle.  “Come here, boy.”  Kane gets up and kneels in front of me.  “Show them how deep you can take my cock.”  He does.  He takes me to the root over and over.

A short, stocky Black man, likely in his 40’s, makes eye contact with me.  I nod.  “He’s here to serve.”  I motion him in.  He stands to my side.  I move Kane’s head from my long white dick to this man’s thick stubby black dick. 

He sighs.  “Good…”

“Isn’t he?”

The guy nods and begins pumping into Kane’s mouth.

“Wouldn’t you rather give him that load in his ass?”

“Can I?”

I nod.  “Get on your knees on the bench,” I tell Kane.  He scrambles there.  I hand the short guy my lube and he add a dollop to his dick.  He pushes in and begins pumping instantly.  I stroke, standing to the side.  In about four minutes, the guy abruptly pulls out and leaves the cubicle without saying a word.

“Did he cum?” asks Kane.

I shrug.  I can’t tell.  I kneel and pull his cheeks apart.  A drizzle of thick white jizz begins to seep out of him.  “He did…” I murmur, as my tongue stops the flow and laps it up.  I stand and fuck.  I have Kane taste the cum on my dick.  We move back to the opening of the cubicle, with Kane on his knees, sucking my cock.

A tall Black man I know from my regular ABS is now watching us.  He has sometimes shared an ass with me there.  I motion him in.  “All holes are available,” I tell him.

“Yes!”  He all but crows the word.  His much bigger dick, though not huge, comes out.  There is a brief moment of cock sucking.  “I want to fuck him.”

“He’s taking it raw,” I tell the man.

He let’s out a literal whoop and orders Kane on all fours on the back bench.  He enters him roughly.  But Kane is up for it—likes it even.  Poppers are shared between him and the new top.  It’s a longer fuck, but not by much.  He groans out his orgasm loudly enough that anyone in the lounge can tell he’s shooting.  He pulls out, fulling expecting to be cleaned up.  Kane does so, with reverence.

The guy leaves.  Kane’s hole is flooded.  I do my best to staunch the flow with my tongue—and then by fucking it deeper into him.

We move to the opening of the cubicle again.  A white guy with a hipster beard is stroking.  He has a beautiful seven incher which is uncut.  He feeds it to Kane.  I tell the guy his ass is available, too.

“I don’t fuck much,” he says.  He enjoys Kane’s mouth, but doesn’t shoot.  He goes on his way.  I have Kane work on me orally right by the doorway.  Guys are jerking to us, but no one else joins us.  Suddenly, Hipster Beard is back.  “I wanna fuck him.”

Kane kneels on the back bench.  The guy refuses more lube when he sees cum leaking out of Kane.  He fucks him steadily, groaning out his cumshot in just a few minutes.  This time Kane and I both clean up the guy’s cock.  It’s heaven to find the mixed loads under his foreskin.  I save some in my mouth and the moment the guy leaves, I snow ball it to Kane.

“It’s dripping out of me—push it deeper.”  Kane pleads, kneeling on the bench. 

I fuck all the juices back into him, thoroughly mixing the three loads.  I pull out and make him clean my cock.  Kane does, licking up every smear of semen.  Finally, he comes up for air.  “I should leave soon…”

“Then I want to breed you on the medical table.”

He picks up his clothes and follows me, fully naked, to the back room.  I lead the way, my cock jutting out of my camos.  He gets on the table, lying on his back with his ass on display.  I kneel and begin rimming him in earnest.  A bottom I recognize from here gets so hard from watching us, he sticks his cock in Kane’s mouth just as I stand up to slide in.  The beautiful boy has two cocks in him at the same time.  I pump hard.  His ass is incredibly slick and creamy. I fuck him harder, the sound of my pelvis slapping his full ass fills the room.  There is, by now, a small crowd watching us.

“I’m gonna shoot,” says the guy in his mouth.  He pulls out and sprays his load on Kane’s chest, his arm and the table itself.  I mop up a handful of his cum and stroke Kane’s thick hard cock. 

“So close,” Kane moans.

I am, too.  I do a quick pull out and go to my knees.  I lick up the cum dripping from his once tight pucker.  It’s enough to send me over the edge.  I stand up and slam into him, giving him spurt after spurt of my seed.  Replacing all the cum I’d eaten.

Kane knocks my hand away and gets himself off.  I keep my cock deep inside.  I feel his ass contract as he shoots.  His white cum clings to all that black hair…

*

Kane washed up and left quickly.  A cocksucker I call the Choker, as he loves to choke himself on my cock, had been watching us rut.  He asked if I had piss.  I stuck my slick cock into his mouth and pissed like a race horse…

"So Meaty..."

 Near Home—July, 2025

After the back-to-back trips to the bookstore on the holiday weekend that were really sub-par, I waited until the next Friday afternoon to go again.  As I arrived, the number of cars in the parking lot made it look promising…

 

I go into the dark room.  There are seven or eight men here.  None of whom I recognize.  And one of them is in my usual chair.  I move to the side wall near the restroom.  From here, I can see the straight screen, but not the gay one.  I sit next to a white man in his 50’s.  Decent looking.  He is kneading his crotch and stops the instant I look his way.  I unzip.  My cock is hardening.  I pull it out.  He makes a point of looking at the screen, not at me.  I wait.  The pull is too strong.  He sneaks a look at my tumescent dick.  I look at him looking at me.  He actually blushes.  And turns quickly away.

I stroke.  The video is nasty and fun.  Two men on a young woman.  My seat companion’s hand disappears into his fly.  He looks at me again, while feeling himself up.  He nods to me.  I nod back.  I stop stroking. His left hand reaches out and he hefts my dick.  He actually gives a low whistle.  “So meaty…” he murmurs.  Then he lets go of me and takes out a bacterial wipe, rips open the packet and cleans his fingers.

I turn my attention to the guy on the other side of me.  He is white, tall and carrying a lot of excess weight.  He is staring, mouth hanging open, at my hard cock.  I nod to him.

“Hot,” he says, under his breath.  “May I suck it?”

I nod.

It’s a process to get him to his knees, but he manages it.  He’s not much to look at, but he has a fabulously roomy mouth—with great tongue technique.  I settle back and let him go to work.  He works hard on my shaft.  His tongue finds my piss slit.  He moans as my precum begins to flow.

“Don’t forget my balls.”

Obediently, he moves to them.  I can tell he would rather be back on my dick.  But he licks them for a bit before tonguing his way back up my shaft.  He is working at me.  Hard.  I know he wants my cum, but I am not even close.

“Cum for me…” he whispers.

I let him keep going, but I can see he is no longer enjoying my dick at the same level without the reward anywhere in sight.  I lean down and tell him it takes me a long time to shoot.  He sighs.  He keeps sucking for another moment, then, with the aid of the arms on my chair, hauls himself up.  He sits back down, looking at the screen not at me.

Eventually, he gets up and leaves.

I look around the room.  Two guys now have their cocks out.  They eye each other but make no move.

The door opens.

The Latino who loves women’s clothes comes in.  He’s in denim shorts and t-shirt.  He takes off the shirt.  I am surprise—no brassiere today.  The shorts come off, too.  No pastel panties, just a deep blue jock.  He nods to me and sits where the big guy had been.  From around the corner, near the gay screen, another young Latino stands up and goes to him.  He is the guy I have learned to never fuck as he refuses to clean out.  They know each other.  CD Latino begins to suck the guy who is usually begging for a fuck.  This turns the crank of the middle-aged man next to them.  He pulls out his dick—long and thin—and begins stroking to them.

CD Latino turns to me.  “Fuck me?”

With his hot ass in a blue jock and not pink frills, I nod.  He is a condom guy.  As his cleanout can be spotty, too, I am fine rolling on the Magnum.  He bends, sucking the Mexican, presenting his shapely butt to me.  I lube up and slide in. 

The room is galvanized now that fucking is happening.  Every man, but one, opens his fly.  I fuck long strokes into his ass.  The Mexican in his mouth smirks.  He suddenly directs CD Latino’s mouth to the guy next to them.  And the guy lets him swallow that long, thin cock.

I fuck harder, really pushing CD Latino forward on each stroke, so he takes more and more of that dick deeper and deeper.  He gags, recovers (as I slow the fuck) and takes him deep once more.

“Holy fuck,” the guy getting blown groans out.  CD Latino has him to the root on each fuck stroke from me.  I slow the pace.  CD Latino comes up for air.  I pull out.  The condom is filthy.  I peel it off and go wash to make sure.

When I return.  CD Latino is playing with the nipples of the guy he’s been sucking.  The guy is close.  CD Latino makes no move to get his cum.  I go to my knees and he lets me take his cock out of his hand.  He gushes down my throat.  I clean him up until he is damp with my spit and not a drop of cum anywhere…

*

The room has cleared of the men who were here when I started and a few new ones have taken their place.  I have moved to my regular seat, dead center of the room. 

One of the new arrivals is my bud, the Voyeur.  (I named him this when stroking to other men’s sex was all he did in public.  Now he lets men suck him.)  He smiles at me as he sits near me.  He takes out his dick.  I love how the light from the television screen makes his ebony cock glow.  He begins to stroke.  But his dick is not getting hard.

He looks at me.  A look of mock-pleading.  I get up and suck him to hardness.  His long, thin cock goes down my throat.  As I keep working, his cock wanes again.   Going soft. He leans down to whisper in my ear: “Sorry, I’ve shot twice today.”

I move from his cock to his balls.  They are sweaty from the heat of July in Michigan—and likely from however he shot those loads.  I clean then up.  Making him groan.  But his cock continues to go down.

He thanks me and leaves.

I look around. None of the other men are likely candidates for what I like to do.  And worse, two of them are on their phones.  I decide to go home.  But it’s been a good day.   Little did I know that tomorrow would be one to fuel my day dreams…

*

I am back from Fornication Weekend.  I have two other adventures to write up before I start on FW.  If I can keep to posting every other day, I’ll start talking about Fornication on Tuesday.

The Fourth Fizzles

It's back to normal here at From My Side of the Sling.  This will self post as I start my return trip from Fornication Weekend to home. 

Near Home—July, 2025

I was at loose ends for the Fourth of July.  The family in Michigan was off to the cottage in Northern Michigan.  My brother was busy.  I decided to drop in at the bookstore.  I have had really good luck there on days you might not think would be busy—like Black Friday after Thanksgiving and the day after Christmas.

I found the cocksucking couple. And one other man.  Shaved Head sucked me.  Shy One sucked me immediately after.  It had been a little time sine he had gotten down on my dick and it was great to have his hot mouth on me once more.  Shaved Head came back for round two before the two of them admitted defeat and went home.  No one else had shown up.

I think the last guy may have sucked me, as well.  I really have no recollection of him.  But “one other guy” is in my notes.  No one else arrived—and soon I was alone in the place.  The porn was good, and I went home after the one video had finished.

**

I went back the next day.  It had to be better, right?  Guys needing sex after a day with family…

 

There are two men sitting across from the restroom, the chairs for guys who want to talk and not have sex.  And they are talking.  Loudly.  About non-sexual things.  The other three men in the room, along with myself can’t escape their evisceration of Costco, their day at the gay campground and what Mom fixed for the Fourth.

I try to stroke.  I am the only man with his dick out.

The door opens.  It is Kieran, the married cocksucker.  I’m surprised.  This is not a day he’s usually available.  He nods a greeting to me and sits down on the chair to my right.  He grimaces at the two talkers, but he’s soon hungry for dick.  He looks at me and I nod.  He gets on his knees (he’s brought some small squares of foam to kneel on, to cushion his bad knees.)  It does the trick.  He’s able to stay on me longer than usual.  But he can’t quite get me over the edge.  (It’s the damn talkers!!)

There is a really hot man sitting against the wall.  He loves watching me get worked on.  He unzips and his hand disappears inside his walking shorts.  I know I want to help him with that, when Kieran is done with me.  I close my eyes, hoping it might help block the talkers—but no.  When I open them, the hot guy has vanished.

Kieran gives up.  He can’t get me off and his knees are hurting now.  He leaves to go meet the wife. 

Suddenly it’s quiet.  The talkers have stopped.  One has left.  The more obnoxious sounding one gets up and sits next to me.  He strokes his dick with his right hand and holds onto mine with his left.  Just holds it.  It gets him off.  I have no inclination to taste his cum.  At all.

He leaves.

No one else looks promising.

I wait.

No new arrivals.

Dinner sounds better than porn….and I take off…

**

Well, this is the trouble in reporting the truth. 

Not a hot read today—but one that you might have experienced, too. 

I have decided to post a few pics to redeem two days of less than exciting sex.

Re-Post: Fornication Weekend 2024 Part Four: The Amateur Shoot

 Timberfell Resort—June, 2024

Friday was another hot day.  I stayed at the motel for the morning and wrote up the post which became Hitting the Target.  After hitting the publish button, I made some tea and went to the campground.  I was hydrating as there was a piss party scheduled in the shower area near the pool.  It ended up being cancelled, which was just as well; no matter how hard I tried to hydrate, it all came out in sweat with the temperatures in the high eighties, touching 90 by mid-afternoon.

In the afternoon, I went to a lecture/discussion on, among other things, consent.  But my mind was on the upcoming amateur shoot later that day.  It had been fun last year, but with all the content creators around I was expecting it to be even better this year.  

I showed up at the pavilion tent just before 5pm to get the paper work done.  I stripped down to boots and jock.  Three slings were set up.  There were three camera men, one of whom was one of my campground fans.  It was a great assortment of men as you can see from the picture.  A few pointers were given to us about things like hand placement so as not to get in the way of the shot, etc.  And we began, with Ray egging us on…

 

I make instant eye contact with one of the men I fucked last year.  He’s one of the guys who was glad to see me when I arrived on Wednesday.  We grab the farthest sling.  He jumps in and I kneel, my tongue finding his hole.  He is in good shape, with a wonderfully furry chest, and a jock with a string tie.  I lube up as I eat him out.  He moans—and I stand up.  His friend is right there with the camera.  I enter him, just my big flared head popping into his wet hole.  I wait a second…and inch in.

“Fuck me!”

I begin, slowly, to fuck in and out.  In moments his hole is ready for a faster fuck.  I am soon slamming into him, making the sling frame squeak.  I lock eyes with him and keep up the pace.  I can see the effect of each of my fuck strokes in his face.  He keeps nodding, which makes me fuck a little harder still.

I glance around.  All three slings are busy.  In the middle one I see Sir Kirk working over Robbie Prescott.  I make a mental note I want Robbie’s ass before the day is done.  There are also men doing oral behind us—others watch the action happening in the slings.  It is a wonderful carnal energy.

I fuck a little longer.  I finally slap his ass and help him out of the sling.  Logan Grant is right there watching us.  He hops in.  I eat his hole, I think taking him by surprise that I’m rimming.  He groans, telling me how good it feels.  I stand up and slide into him.  His eyes widen as my full length stretches him open.  Our eyes lock.  I love looking into them as I fuck.  Another guy beats his hard cock on Logan’s hairy chest as I fuck…

*

I relinquish the sling to a younger top and his bottom. 

I move around.  I find Frank Bottoms, in the sling at the other end.  Someone has just pulled out of his ass, leaving it very wet.  He nods to me and I go to my knees and lick out his ass.  He moans and calls me a dirty pig.  I love his ‘high mileage’ hole.  It has seen a lot of cock in it—which makes my cock even harder as I take his pronounced ass lips into my mouth.  I spit some of his juices back into him and stand up.  Frank loves my cock.  He moans and tells me to keep on fucking him.  My hands find his ample pecs.  I work his nipples as my cock rams into him.

I pull out and let another man take over on Frank.  Sir Kirk has left Robbie panting in the middle sling.  I move in.  I am eating his hole before Robbie even knows I’m there.  He moans.  He smiles as I stand up and enter him.  It’s a talented ass.  He squeezes down on me in a welcoming way—and lets it go slack as I begin to fuck into him.  He has a wonderfully expressive face, letting me know just how much he loves my dick inside him.  I fuck and fuck—and stop only as I see there are other men eager to get into him.

I spot what I believe to be a couple.  They are likely my age.  The top, in his cowboy hat, is fucking his well-maintained partner.  This hot blond is bent over, holding onto the poles of a sling frame.  I have seen other men taking a turn in the blond as Cowboy Hat strokes to it.  I go over.  CH is plowing into him.  I nod.  He pulls out.  I clean his cock.  He grins and says “He wants your dick…”

I don’t need to be asked twice.  I push into the well-used hole.  He grunts his approval of my cock.  Cowboy Hat watches every stroke, working his own dick.  I fuck him hard—my hips slapping into his full ass.  The noise fills the pavilion.  I know we must be getting close to the end.  Other guys have shot and dropped out.  I wouldn’t mind loading this ass.  Cowboy Hat moves in—he wants to fuck the blond again.  “You really opened him up,” he smiles as he sinks into the blond…

*

I move to the middle sling.  Robbie is still there, but he is now face down in it, still fully supported by the sling, with his knees wrapped around the straps.  It looks uncomfortable, but he seems to love it—just as much as the young man fucking him incredibly hard.

I am joined by the first guy I railed.  He leans against the sling stand, watching Robbie, his ass jutting out for me to use.  I fuck him, also watching Robbie be take the guy’s dick.  In moments, the young man in Robbie is cumming.  His body shakes with every spurt.

I tell Robbie to stay there.  My camp follower on camera is right beside us as I begin to felch the load.  He even touches my head so I can pull back and give the viewers a better look at the cum dripping out of Robbie.

I stand up.  I know this is just what I need.

“You gonna breed me, too…? whispers Robbie.

I grunt out an affirmative.  My dick is pushing into the wet jizz I didn’t lick out.  My dick thrusts sound very wet. I fuck.  Hard and fast.

I pull out to taste the frothed cum.  The moment my tongue touches it, I know I’m ready to breed.  I stand back up and sink as deep as possible into slim little Robbie.  My cock fires off a load that doesn’t seem to stop…

*

There are pictures and twitter info on some of the pornsters here, on the original post.

Re-Post: Fornication Weekend Sunday 2022: A Goodbye David Fuck

 Rural Georgia—June, 2022

 

I was back in my tent for Saturday night.  I wanted to sleep in after the late night of sex and exercise, but the sun woke me way too early.  I had coffee at the pool, breakfast at my campsite and read a book by the pond.  I think I napped before going to the pool café for lunch. 

David Benjamin appeared—just as I was chewing my first mouthful of food.   He was leaving this afternoon, before the last of the smaller play sessions that night.  “Think we can squeeze in one more fuck?” he murmured in my ear.

I told him I’d be happy to, if he had the time.  But where?  It certainly couldn’t be in my tent.  He thought his cottage—and went off to pack and ask the others, promising to find me here at the pool around 3:00pm.

True to his word, he arrived just as I was finding a chair to wait for him.  A slight change of plan he told me—how about the sling at the camp play area?  I thought that sounded great.  And could he invite another Daddy?  Of course.  I walked down to the cabin as he went off to find the other man.

 

No one is here.  The porn is playing.  I adjust the sling so I don’t have to do deep knee bends to fuck.  I wait another moment.  And then I hear them come in.  I recognize Larry from the seminars, though I don’t remember him from any of the play sessions.  He is tall, with a shaved head and tats, very tan and right around my age.  David strips. I get rid of my shorts and shirt.  Larry has arrived in just a jock and keeps it on.  I tuck my lube in the waistband of my jock.

David is already in the sling.  That beautiful ass, inviting me in.  I kneel and rim him for a long time.  Larry is in David’s mouth—semi hard.

I stand up and fuck.  David is squeezing me hard—really milking my cock from the first moment I enter him.  I fuck.  Watching me open David up gets Larry hard the rest of the way.  I offer him a turn.  He starts to fuck, but his cock wilts.

“I’d really rather be fucked by you,” he tells me.

I look at David.  Ever the gentleman, David gives him the sling.  I fuck him first, while David offers his ever-hard dick for him to suck.  David does a short fuck round on him, too.  But laying in the sling has activated Larry’s acid reflux.  He needs to leave us to play by ourselves.

“Now where were we…” David grins, as he gets back in the sling.

“Right here,” I murmur, as my tongue sinks back into him.

“Use me hard.  Make me feel when I sit on the plane.”

I stand up and fuck.

He tells me how much he loves my dick in him.

I nod and slow the fuck down. 

“Harder, man.  Use me.”

I ramp it up.  I am slamming into him.  I see his face go from connected to me—to that place where it is all about the physical feeling of the fuck.

I slow again.  I stop.  I kneel and lick his wet ass.

He is now back with me.  Egging me on.  Saying some hot and vile things about my cock.  And his hole.   About breeding his ass.  And cum.  My cum.  How he wants it.  “Give it to me for the trip home.”

I know we don’t have much time.  The car taking him to take him to the airport has to leave soon.   I stand up and slide into him for the last time.  I fuck him, building slowly to a blisteringly fast fuck.  David groans.

In moments I am shooting the load he craves.  I hold onto the chains as my body spasms.  Then, with cock still in place, we are chest to chest.  He holds me.  And we kiss…

*

We don’t clean up.  But we do take these two pictures.

 

I go back to the pool, tired but very happy.

David flies home—my cum in his ass, just as he wanted.

*

The original, with some pics of David and me after the fuck, are here.

David Benjamin

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