Twelve Men on a Bed

 Grand Rapids—July, 2025

Here I was back from all the group play of Fornication Weekend and almost immediately I went up to the great house party to the north of me.  Maybe it’s because of Fornication that this house party is slightly hazy as I try to recall it.  I remember very specific things about it, but I’m not at all sure of the actual sequence.

The host was expecting bigger numbers than usual.  I took the fuckbench instead of the rimseat.  I let myself into the house.  I was early, but from the sounds coming from upstairs, the sex had already started.  I stripped and took the pieces of the bench upstairs with me…

 

The host is getting fucked on the big bed in the middle of the room.  I put the bench together as silently as possible and then focus on the fucking.  He is on all fours.  And he is being fucked by the guy I christened Fist Guy.  The Host also has his best friend in his mouth.  Another man our age, who is new to me, is jerking his larger than average penis with one hand and tweaking the nipples of Fist Guy with the other. Fist Guy finally pulls out.  I am ready to clean his cock, but the new guy beats me to it.  I smile.  I would never have thought, from looking at him, he’d be a pig.  Instead, I eat the host’s well fucked ass.  I fuck him for a moment, then offer my wet cock to the new guy.  He cleans it, moaning in the back of his throat.  Fist Guy goes back up the host.  When my cock is shiny with spit and not ass jizz, I move behind Fist Guy and lick his hole on the backstroke.  He moans and calls me a dirty boy.

I do another round up the host.  The new guy now tweaks my nipple as he jerks.  I ask if he wants to take a turn inside the host.  He does.  I make way for him.  His rock-hard cock glides into the wet ass.  But it softens very fast.  He pulls out and I clean it, just like he has all of us.  His mouth becomes his sexual organ of choice for the rest of the evening.

I fuck the host one more time.  He’s now flat on the bed.  There is no cock in his mouth, so he babbles about how good my dick feels filling him up.  I plow into him deep and slow—until he hears the door open downstairs and scampers off to greet the men…

*

The new arrivals are the cute younger blond I called Black Glasses and the young Latino from the last party, who’d topped all night (often inside Black Glasses).  With them is a man I haven’t seen (or fucked) since the pandemic.  He’s 50-ish, with a shaved head and hairy chest.  He’s a versatile top.  He has brought with him a younger Latino.  He is thickly built and wearing a jock that shows off his bountiful ass.

The four of them begin sucking each other to get hard.  I am pulled into the group.  I let each man take a turn on my cock while over on the bed I watch Fist Guy bottom for the best friend of the host.  The young Latino from last time is the final man on me.  He stands and leans into my ear.  “Will you fuck me tonight?”

I nod.  Expecting him to come find me later, but no, he wants me up his butt right now.  We go to the sling.  He’s never been in one, it seems.  I help him get his hot ass where it belongs, hanging over the edge of the leather straps.  I kneel and eat his butt.  He grinds himself onto my face as he moans.  He keeps telling me he can’t believe how deep my tongue is inside him.  He is rock hard and jerking like mad.

That changes as I stand up and begin to enter him.  His cock wilts as he tries to will his hole to open more.  He is tight.  Really tight.  But I am persistent.  I pause, use more spit and coconut oil…and I’m inside him.  He gasps.  His erection firms up and I begin to fuck.   He moans.  Loudly.  This makes me pick up the tempo.  Finally, I slow, pull out and lick his hole.  He is gaping.  His finger reaches down and finds just how open I have left him.  He moans—and asks for my cock inside him once more…

*

New arrivals:  A younger top who will only fuck the young men; a jocked guy I recognize from last time who isn’t feeling well and goes downstairs; a larger guy, who is also a top, but is having erection issues and finally the hairy Black Cub, a mainstay of this group.  Black Glasses is catnip for the young top.  That is, until he sees the Latino I have just fucked.  The three of them leave for the sling—and the couch behind it. 

I watch the shaved head top fuck his Latino bud.  The host’s best friend feeds the Latino his cock at the same time.

Fist Guy finds me and pulls me to the fuckbench.  I eat his ass, stand up and slide in.  The bench is nicely positioned so we can both watch the sex happening on the bed.  Fist Guy reaches back and pulls his cheeks apart, making me slip deeper into his ass.  I moan and drill into him.  Over and over.  Finally, I slow down and pull out.  I do a quick lick of his hole and he moves to the bed.

I watch as he is spit roasted, just like the larger Latino.   The two men pump into Fist Guy with very different rhythms.  I motion to the larger Latino to come join me at the bench.  He eagerly climbs up on it.  I eat his fucked-out hole for a long time.  He moans and groans, egging me on.  I stand up and push into his wet ass.

I glance over at the bed.  Fist Guy is going for a DP.  He sits on the bigger cock of the shaved head guy—and bends, chest to chest with him.  The host’s best friend works his long thin cock in with the other dick.  It works.  The standing top does all the work—making all three of them groan.  This makes me fuck the ass I’m in all that much harder…

*

The shaved headed top/vers guy finds me.  After all his topping, he’s ready to be fucked.  We do it in the sling.  I eat out his hole for a long time, as he tells me he hasn’t bottomed for ages.  He tells me how good my tongue feels, how he loves it, but can’t wait to feel my dick after all this time.  I stand up.  It’s an easier entry then I expect.  My nuts bounce against his upturned ass on the first stroke.

He pants.

I watch the couch in front of me where the young top fucks the cum out of Black Glasses.  He pulls out and goes balls deep into the young Latino.  He fucks him hard.

I do the same for the man on my dick.  I pull out.  He wants to taste his ass and I let him.

The guys on the couch are close.  I can hear it in their voices.

I eat out my man.  As I stand up and push in again, the Latino on the couch busts his nut all over himself as he’s fucked.  He pleads with the guy to pull out.  But the young top stays in him and just a few more strokes, cums deep inside the hot man.

I speed up my drilling, kind of wishing I had all those loads in the man I’m fucking…

*

We break for food.

I need to get off and go home.  I find Fist Guy nibbling cheese and crackers. 

“Want a load?” I ask softly.

He nods and follows me back upstairs.  We choose the sling.  I kneel and eat his hole.

“I have some cum for you in there…” he murmurs.

I can’t honestly taste it, but I keep digging for it. 

“Fuck me!”

I stand and insert.  Well, damn, I may not be able to taste it, but I can feel it.  His ass is silky smooth now.  I fuck him slowly, enjoying the glide in and out.  I begin to pick up the pace.

“Do it,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. 

I am building faster than I expect.  I love the feel of his hole.  And how he uses it.  I close my eyes for a moment and see a wonderful kaleidoscope of all the sex I had or witnessed. 

And I’m there.   My cock begins to spurt, filling him up with creamy load…

Porn in the Cornfields of Ohio

 In the middle of Ohio—July, 2025

 

Ok, this is an odd one.  There’s no sex.  But I like to think, when I’m feeling full of myself, that I am a reporter on sex in America…

 

The last gasp of Fornication Weekend was not a very late night.  I got back to my motel and had a good night’s sleep.  I was up fairly early, packed the car and took off.  I had no motel reservation for the evening.  I wanted to drive as far as felt I was able and then stop.  I knew I wouldn’t try to drive all ten and half hours to home.

I loved that I was off early before the heat of the day.  The miles fell away quickly.  Tennessee gave way to the mountains of Kentucky.  After lunch, I was crossing the river into Ohio.  I ended up at the same motel I had used on the way down.

Of course, I got online.  I was in the middle of farm country.  I didn’t expect anyone to come to the motel and offer me their ass.  And they didn’t.  But I saw that a smaller town, 20 some miles away, had an adult video store.  Of course I had to investigate.

I went after dinner.  It was literally at the crossroads of two state highways, cornfields surrounding it.  It had a huge parking lot for semis to overnight.  And three big rigs were there.  I parked and went in.  A middle-aged woman sold me a ticket to the theatre and directed me to a door at the back.

It was a larger room then I expected.  Two or three long padded benches were in the middle of the room facing two large screen televisions.  There were individual chairs scattered around the back and the wall to the left.  A table by the door had tissues and hand sanitizer.  The right wall had two open doors in it.  Each was an individual room with one screen and seating for two.  Couple’s booths?  Or perhaps where you take the blow job if others are present.  The videos in these two rooms were not playing.

I am used to the porn shown being selected from the rental library of the store.  This was all off the internet.  The video on the right wall was a Trans woman masturbating.  The left screen was a German couple who were heavily into bondage and S&M.  I’m talking needles in her breasts. Ouch.

Just then, a man came in.  He all but ran to one of the small rooms and shut the door.  I heard him trying to start the movie in there.  Soon he came back out and went to get the manager.  After a polite knock on the main door, she came in and started the movies in the two side rooms.  The young man shut himself in the one of them.

“Honey, let me change that.  You don’t want to see that, do you?”

She selected a new film clip, managing to pause the Trans movie while doing so.  She left.  The new flick was Japanese.  They had a five minute conversation in that language before any skin was revealed. 

The young man in the booth came out and banged out the main door.  I investigated.  He took all of five minutes to shoot his load in a piece of paper towel on the top of the waste basket.  I looked at the porn he watched.  It was one of those ‘all in the step-family’ videos.  The actress playing the step mom can’t shut up—as she instructed her step-son how to service her.  It was totally unerotic with her jabbering away.

I checked the other room.  The ugliest man in porn since Ron Jeremy was fucking a hot woman.  He had a large cock—and it was condomed.  I went back to the Japanese.     A blow job was just finishing up.  The next scene, after another long spate of spoken dialogue, was with two men on the same woman.  It started rather hot but the guys were embarrassed that the other man was there.  One of them lost his erection. 

The trans video was still frozen in mid stroke.

I checked the step family video.  Now she was instructing her ‘daughter’ how to give a blow job to the same young man.

I fled.

*

If you have all the internet to download from, who picks such wacky and odd scenes?  Is this what the men here want?  Or are they just grateful to have anything?

Fornication Weekend Sunday: The Last Gasp

 Timberfell Lodge—July, 2025

Sunday was a quiet day.  Men were sleeping in.  Many had left.  I missed the last of the seminars as the location changed.  I sat where it was supposed to be held and fell into a doze on the couch near the pool tables, thinking I’d wake up as the seminar folks arrived.  Instead, I was vaguely aware of a fuck scene being filmed out on the patio, using the slings left over from last night.  They kept groaning—until it rained one more time.  In torrents and lasting about 40 minutes.

This cleared out even more men, especially the day passers.  I wondered if anyone would be left to play at what was billed as a J/O party in the dungeon that night at 8pm.   I arrived a little before time.  The place was waterlogged.  The sling by the front entrance had an inch of water standing in it.  It got dumped.  The canvas sling opposite the couch where most of the action took place on Friday was damaged beyond repair.  The couch and fuck bench seemed like our play stations for the night.

One man showed up, looking to J/O.  He was quickly convinced a mouth would feel better than his hand…but I’m getting ahead of myself.  I stepped out of my shorts and shirt, stowing them in the locker, leaving my boots and jock.  My cock was swelling as I saw the first man come through the door…

 

It is the Black guy who was my last fuck at the Fornication Party before David re-appeared.  We hug and grind our bodies together.  He is in ass-less underwear. 

“You need to fuck me again, Daddy,” he whispers in my ear.

In moments, he is kneeling on the arm of the couch.  I hunker down, not wanting my knees to hit the dirty, wet floor.  His bubble butt of an ass is plastered to my face.  He is moaning softly as my tongue works his hole open.  He’s gaping slightly from all the fucking last night (and conceivably today.)  I stand up and slide in.  He groans.  I look around the room and there are now about eight other men.  At the other end of the couch a blow job is happening.  A guy leans against the wall where the sling was—getting his ass fucked.  I hear more men behind me.  I slowly build the fuck, caressing the guy’s back as I do it.  He moans.  I slap his ass and he moans louder.

I pull out and he turns to suck me.  Damn.  I may not of had his mouth on me at all last night.  I let his busy tongue clean up his ass juices.  He loves my balls, too.  He lifts them and licks along the cock ring.  This makes both of us so horny we fuck once more.  Harder and faster.  When I pull out, he hugs me one more time and goes to explore the men standing at the business end of the fuck bench.

A young cub comes over to me from the far end of the couch.  He tells me he is a reader of the blog.  I thank him by bending him over and eating his ample ass.  He groans.  He reaches back and pulls his cheeks apart.  I lick and spit.  Before I can get my dick into him, he turns and asks “Does this mean I’ll be in the blog?”  I nod.  He tells me to call him Ronan.

 He sits on the arm of the couch and leans over to suck my cock.    I let him take me to the root.  Someone comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me, his hard cock pressing on my ass.  His hands are on my nipples, slowing working them.  I turn slightly.  It is the tall guy, also a blog reader, who was at David’s seminar with me.    I step a little to the side so Ronan can get Tall Guy’s dick, too.  He happily goes back and forth on our cocks.

Ronan kneels on the arm of the couch.  I look at Tall Guy, he nods and sticks his long thin cock into Ronan.  He fucks.  I work Tall Guy’s nipples.  Soon I replace him up Ronan’s ass.  Tall Guy moves so Ronan can suck his dick.  When I finally pull out of the hot butt, I do the same, letting Tall Guy back into him for round two.

“I’m vers,” Tall Guy murmurs, looking pointedly at my cock, currently in Ronan’s mouth.  I pull out and go around behind him.  He has as slim an ass as I do.  I hunker down and tongue fuck him on his back stroke.  He slows his fuck to let me open him up.  Once he’s wet, I stand up and slide in.  He’s tight.  I stand still and let him fuck into Ronan and fuck himself on the backstroke.  Over and over.  We disengage.  Between the three of us, there is a lot of cock cleaning and deep kisses…

*

I notice a hot bearded guy on the end of the couch.  He is jerking himself, avidly watching the live porn surrounding him.  A daddy kneels to suck him.  Bearded Guy politely shakes head.  He looks over at the man next to him who has his cock being deep throated.  He takes his hand away and instantly the daddy begins to suck.

There are now 15 men here.  Maybe 20, as many step outside for a mini break, enjoying the light breeze.  A handsome man is on the fuck bench.  He has a cock in his mouth and one in his ass.  I wait for the next available hole, not caring which it is.  The guy in his ass pulls out and nods to me.  “Hot,” he says under his breath.  The hole of this man has had some serious play this weekend.  I lick it for a moment, before I fuck him.  The guy moans around the dick in his mouth as my bigger cock stretches his ass.  I fuck him hard, inspiring the guy in his mouth to come fuck him, too.  I pull out and let the other guy in.  I move to have the handsome guy clean my dick. 

And it’s Joe.  I met him at the piss party years ago.  He was my roommate for CLAW 2014, but it’s been ages since I’ve seen him—or been inside him.  His face lights up as he recognizes me, too, letting my wet cock slide into his mouth…

*

The sling by the door has dried enough to use—or the pigs don’t care.  I fuck Tall Guy here, too.  Then a hairy beast of a man.

I catch my breath on the couch and talk to Ronan.  This leads to more sex.

I fuck the Black guy on the bench, his ass as hot as ever.

I find Joe outside.  We chat.  The final dinner cooked by Ray Dalton is coming up.  Men are leaving.  “Wanna breed me,” asks Joe.  We go to the bench again.  I fuck him hard.  There is no one in his mouth—all attention is about getting me off.  I take a hit of poppers.  And instantly my cock discharges the cum in my balls—but with very little feeling.  As I pull out, Joe cleans me up of stray cum, assuming I’m done. 

I’m not.  I want the full thing.  And I really want to give Ronan, the blog reader, a load.  I find him.

“I really want to breed you.”

He’s eager.   He kneels once more on the arm of the couch.  The men are dwindling away, ready for food.  I have what I want for dinner right in front of me.  I kneel and eat his hole.  My cock is telling me it’s ready.  I stand up, slide in and begin to fuck.  Hard.  With a purpose.  He pushes back, eager to be bred. 

“Fuck!”  I pump the last load of my weekend into the younger man.  I hold on to his hips, swaying a little at the strength of my blasts.  I pull out.  A trickle of my cum leaks out of him.

I know how to fix that…

*

Ronan, knowing I was writing this up, sent pictures of his ass.  Please thank him.

 

Here is a link to a picture of Joe in 2014.  He hasn’t changed…

Fornication Weekend Sunday Morning Musings

Timberfell Lodge—July, 2025

 

I didn’t get to the campground until almost noon on Sunday.  I parked in the lot near the site of the massive party on Saturday night.  The first thing I saw was the blow-up unicorn that had been tied to the top of a sling frame.  It had lost most of its air overnight and hung limply from the frame, looking as tired and lifeless as I felt.  It felt good to just sit in my car for a moment with a cup of tea.  (I got enough energy back by nightfall for one last rout.  But I’m saving that story until Friday, so we don’t have three posts back-to-back all about large group sex events.) 

So a few bits and bobs, as my partner use to say…

Books:

I mentioned David-SF’s (David Wichman) book that I’d purchased the day before.   It is The Four Rooms:  An In-queery on Sexual Freedom and Well-Being.  David has worked for years with men who feel sexual shame and inadequacy.  He is the first to say it is not a self-help book so much as a process to finding a way of looking at things--so men can ‘make space for the parts of themselves that may be undiscovered or exiled by guilt’ in order to embrace our whole sexual being.  I am on the last chapter now and finding it fascinating.  He writes just like he talks—I feel like he’s beside me speaking right to me.   

 

I will also be picking up his memoir, Every Grain of Sand.

The Four Rooms is published by ONBrand Books, Nashville, TN.

David on Instagram:  David P Wichman (@davidsworld.me) • Instagram photos and videos

*

Allen Silver also has a new book out, Man of Use.  I found a card for it in my goodie bag from the event and asked Ric, the events coordinator, about it.  He had read it and liked it a lot.  Man of Use, to quote right from the card is “The story of a man who discovers his vocation is to be of erotic service to other men.”   I can’t wait to get my copy.

Here is the link to find it in paper, e-book or audible form: Man Of Use

On X:   @AllenSilverxxx

**

Last year I listed info for all the content creators I met (or had sex with…) This year, with my arriving late, I really didn’t have dealings with any one other than Jonah Wheeler.

 Jonah Wheeler:  Jonah Wheeler (@ShowOffJonah) / X

He has there a link to all the sites where he posts his video work.

**

The last thing I want to mention is a thank you to Ray Dalton.  As we were setting up the slings for the Fornication Party, he thought I should be in the room where the pool tables were.  I was fine with that—until blue lights were hung and turned on.  It was dark.  Almost black. Many men would (and did) love that, but I’m a guy who needs to read the bottom I’m fucking.  I need to see his face.  I need to see the cues and reactions of what I doing to/for him.

I mentioned this to Ray.  This man with a million balls in the air at that moment, instantly understood my issue—and did something about it.  We dragged my sling outside and replaced one of his in the pool room.  And that wasn’t all, as the sun set an hour into the party, Ray arrived with a clip light.  He installed it on the nearest post, making sure it wasn’t aimed right at us, but he wanted to make sure I had the visuals that are so important for how I fuck.  He didn’t have to do any of that.  But he cared.  He listened.  He ‘got’ me.

Thank you, Ray.  It’s one of the many things that make these events so special.

 

 

The link to info on all the upcoming parties:  FORNICATION

Fornication Weekend Saturday: The Fornication Party (The Cummy Conclusion)

 Timberfell Lodge—July, 2025

 

(Picking up where we left off…)

 

About 90 minutes into the evening, David-SF shows up.  “I have the first load for you, Daddy,” he whispers in my ear.  He watches the man I’m fucking in the sling, now tweaking the guy’s nipples as I fuck.  The guy soon taps out.  I get him up and David into the sling.  I kneel.  There is indeed cum dripping out of the hole I used so hard this afternoon.  I dig in.

I groan.

David moans.  He begins squeezing down on himself, feeding me the anonymous cum.  I can’t get enough of it.  My hard cock grows even harder and redder as I eat out this fucking hot man. 

I stand up and my cock pushes into him.  David’s eyes get big.  “Yes…” he breathes.

“Get that cum deeper,” I mumble.

His ass is wonderfully slick.  I fuck him hard.  When I finally pull out, I go to my knees and lick the frothed cum off his pucker.  I stand, lean and kiss him with the tiniest bit of cum in my mouth.  He makes the sexiest sounds as he receives all the juices.  Then he’s up and out of the sling, on the hunt for the next load…

*

By the end of the second hour, I am beginning to get returnees, looking for another round.  I love how the men’s holes have changed from more cock.  Almost all of them have been busy once they left my sling.  One man is loaded.  He tells me to eat it out.  “I read that on your blog, you pig,” he grins as he makes himself comfortable, ready to serve me dessert.  Others have just had enough dick to make them gape slightly.  Or a lot.  I relish the man who had puffy ass lips to begin the evening and now they are huge.  I can’t stop sucking them into my mouth and letting my tongue explore.  All of them are fucked once again.  A couple of the guys, without any coaxing from me, tell me they will come back if they get a load.

I have barely seen any of the porn guys who are the hosts for this evening.  They seem to be working inside the building and not out on the deck where I am.  But I have no real need to go find them.  And the moment I think that thought out comes Jonah Wheeler, bringing with him the bubble butt-ed eye candy of the swimming pool.  The young man is good looking, but that ass is spectacular even in this sea of gorgeous butts.  The young man asks if Jonah and I could take turns fucking him in my sling.  I nod and help him in.  Jonah goes first.  I work pool guy’s nipples.  Jonah throws him a hard fuck.  And I’m right there to suck Jonah’s dick when he pulls out.  He grins.  Well, it’s more a dirty leer.  He laughingly pulls me off his long cock and pushes my face into pool guy’s ass—as if I wasn’t going there next anyway.  The pool guy’s ass is juicy.  He has to been fucked constantly tonight—I am not the only man with hungry eyes who watched that generous butt parade around the pool area.

Jonah Wheeler

I stand up, having eaten my fill.  The moment I enter, Jonah moves to feed Pool Guy his long cock.  Pool Guy is not so distracted that he can’t work his ass.  He knows just what to do.  His ass clenches and releases, milking my dick.  The sound of his wet ass getting fucked hard makes Jonah and I work even harder.  I pull out and he goes back in.  This time Pool Guy cleans my cock while milking Jonah.

We change again.  I don’t slow the build this time by cleaning Jonah.  I want Pool Guy to do it.  I just push into that beautiful ass and fuck.  The sound of my hips smacking that bubble butt fills the night air…

*

I do clean Jonah one more time, before the two go off together.

I fuck a handsome Black man, with long dreads.  He is very quiet.  He makes no sound at all as I rim him.  His face changes only slightly as I enter him.  He closes his eyes during the fuck.  I work harder.  It all changes as my cock opens him up.  I have entered his second hole.  His eyes open; he begins to pant and moan.  Now the sounds pour of him.  He is babbling his ecstasy.   I slow down.   I pull out.  I lick his freshly fucked ass and help him out.

“You are the first man tonight that got that deep,” he tells me as he hugs me.  “Thank you.”

David is back.  He watches the hug.  Then takes the man’s place in my arms as the other guy goes inside.  “You still hungry?” he asks, after a kiss.

I nod.  He jumps in the sling, no help needed by me.  His ankles stay on the chains.  I kneel and dig in.  This loads creamier, not nearly as runny.  I work it out of David’s hot ass.  I swallow.  I save some to share.  I stand up and push my cock into him, leaning to drool the spare cum into David’s open mouth.  He takes the offering.  Wanting more.  He settles for my tongue, fucking his mouth as my cock fucks his ass.

I pull out.  David all but bounds out of the sling to clean my dick.  We share those juices, too, neither of us wanting to be the first man to swallow them.  Finally, he does…and is gone…

*

“You’re still here.”

I smile at the guy.  He was one of the first cluster of men in the sling tonight.  I had had to work hard on getting into his tight hole.  He wants another round.  The moment he’s comfortable in the sling, I kneel.  “Look at my hole now,” the guy says proudly.  “You opened me up so well—I have had six other men fuck me tonight.”  And they have left him gaping.  I feast my eyes on it. I run a finger around his slightly puffy lips and into his gape.  He gasps.  My tongue goes in next.  He moans.

“Fuck me one more time.”

I stand up.  His cock is hard—and it’s escaped the pouch of the designer jock the guy is wearing.  He grabs his dick and begins to stroke it. I enter him.  He beats his dick faster.  I pick up the pace.

“Fuck the cum out me, Daddy.”

I pick up the pace.  He does, too.   His hand matches my strokes into his well fucked butt.

“Oh…FUCK!”  He explodes.  He let’s me lick the cum off his chest—but he can’t take a cock clean up.  I go to my knees and begin reverse felching his load into his well-used manhole.  He realizes what I’m doing and groans again.

I stand up.  “Something to soothe your used hole,” I tell him as I help him up and out of the sling.

A Black guy, in an ass-less singlet has been watching.  He’s hung around at various times tonight, watching intently, but now he wants a turn.  I get him in the sling.  He is thin—but his ass is full.  I lick him out.  “Go easy…” he murmurs, from his popper’s fog.  I fuck him.  I see his cock erect under the lycra.  He touches it, moving his hand on the slick fabric.  I realize I’m about to fuck the cum out of another guy.  His hand moves faster over the fabric.  My slow and steady fuck stroke speeds up without my even thinking about it.  His hand moves faster.  Suddenly his whole body shivers as his cock explodes.  Hidden away.  I can just make out the damp tell tale sign on the shiny fabric.  And the fact his erection subsides.  I pull out.  He is out of the sling and hugging me.  The damp lyrca presses right on wet cock.

He takes off.  I need to cum.  Where the fuck is David?  The moment I form the thought he comes up behind me.  “I have another,” he tells me.  He makes to get in the sling.

“Wait.”

I get in it myself.  “Eat my ass,” I tell him.  “I want to feel your tongue before I breed you.” 

He doesn’t need any encouragement.  I am surprised at myself.  I don’t do this in public very often.  But I need David’s tongue.  And he doesn’t disappoint.  He eats me out as hungrily as I have eaten all the men in my sling tonight.  He comes up to just below my nuts to lick all the ball sweat from this hot evening.  The moans coming from him tell me how much he loves the taste of me there.

I need to fuck.

I get out and David jumps in.  I kneel.  I lick up some of this third load, but I really want to use it as lube.  I sink my cock into him.  The cums makes for a wonderfully slick feel.  I pump into him.  I think about letting him taste the cum on my dick, but I can’t stop the fuck.  My penis has had more than enough.  I need to unload. 

“Fuck me…” moans David.  “I really want it.”  I fuck him harder.  “I wanted it this afternoon, but now….”

I push deep.  Holy fuck.  I’m there.  I begin blasting my seed into his guts.

“I…I can feel it,” he stammers, in wonder.

I let my balls empty.  I collapse on his chest and his arms go around me.  He holds he.  Tight.  Protectively.  I want to kiss him—but I don’t want to break the bear hug.

A long moment.

I move.  We kiss.  I get him out of the sling.  He cleans my cock and stands up to kiss me one last time.  “I fly out early in the morning,” he whispers in my ear.  “I’m going to keep this load in me all that time and feed it to my husband.” 

I smile.  Satiated and pleased.  We kiss one more time…

Fornication Weekend Saturday: The Fornication Party (part one)

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