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

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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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Fornication Weekend Saturday Afternoon: All About David-SF

 Timberfell Lodge—July, 2025

 

Saturday was my first full day at Fornication Weekend.  I got a new day pass, as I was staying in a motel in the nearest town and not at the campground.  I lounged by the pool, watching the eye candy—and there was plenty of it.  I read a little and by noon I went up to the tavern for my first seminar: Cruising in 2025, hosted by none other than David-SF.  We talked about archetypes of the men you meet while out cruising:  the Pornstar Wannabe, the Talker, the Show Off, the Observer, etc.  We went down to the dungeon and did some role play.  It was a light, fun 90 minutes.

Immediately after, David had a book signing down by the pool.  (I’ll talk more about “The Four Rooms” in a later post.)  I bought the book.  David signed it with an inscription that made me smile.  And no, though I am an over sharer on this blog, I won’t tell you what it said.

I sat in the shade by the pool. Earlier David had asked if I was going to the huge event tonight.  I told him I was.  He didn’t think he was going to go.  He’d had two very full days before I got there.  I thought about that as I opened my book.  I couldn’t concentrate.  In a lull between his signings, I went over and asked David if he had time (and inclination) to play this afternoon.  The look on his face was exactly what I wanted to see.  We set a time later that afternoon, so he could finish up the signing and get himself ready…

David is in in one of the new treetop rooms; small cabins built into the side of the mountain and reached by stairs.  Looking through the window in the door, there is just room for a bed, small night stand and your suitcase on the floor. He’s left me a note.  He’s running a little late.  I lean on the railing and look at the campground below me.  It’s a great view—watching naked or half naked men walking around or, on the patio below me, filming a porn scene.

David arrives, a little breathless.  “I knew I needed to clean deep…”  We kiss and go in.  In moments we are naked.  Well, he is; I have my jock on—but the boots are off.  He has me sit at the head of the bed, my legs splayed.  He kneels between them.  We just look at each other for a long moment.  We’ve been talking about having sex again for the last 13 months, ever since we met at the last Fornication Weekend.  He bends and inhales my cock mound—and all the smells that jock carries from last night.  He sighs.  He tentatively licks the fabric.  He inhales again.  And now we are kissing.  I can taste the jock on his tongue.  My cock is hardening fast.  We break the kiss and he pulls the fabric aside.  He holds the shaft in one hand.  His tongue is all over my dripping head.  He burrows into my piss slit.  I pull him up to kiss him once again.  We are alike in loving to share the tastes of each other’s bodies.

When the kiss relaxes, he begins sucking my cock in earnest.  I close my eyes and lean back, letting him do whatever he wants.  This is new to us—so different from our sling fucks when we met.  He moves down to my balls.  I slouch down, so he has easier access.  His mouth is glorious.  He makes them very wet.  He lifts them, finding the cockring.  His tongue traces along it, digging in, instinctively, between by flesh and the hard metal band.

He comes up and sucks me a little more.  Another kiss. 

I break it with: “I need to eat your ass.” 

He smiles and asks how.  On all fours is my choice for this first time.  I pull his hot cheeks apart and dive in.  My tongue pokes and prods and soothes.  He groans.  A lot.  I can’t get enough.  I keep eating out his hole.  Until my cock can’t stand it.  I need to be inside him.  I stand up.  I work my cock in.  Slowly, but in one long push.  David gasps.  I bottom out.  Every inch of me is buried in this hot man.  I begin to fuck.  Slow.  Every stroke going deep into his very essence.  I pick up the pace.  He’s right with me.  Even pushing back to make sure I’m as deep a possible in his guts.

I pull out and he cleans my cock of his ass jizz.  We kiss again.  Even longer this time.  I end up lying flat and he sucks my cock.  He squirms up my body and kisses me again, letting me taste all the precum I’m leaking.  He reaches behind him and finds my cock.  He guides it into hole.  He groans and sits up, fully impaled.  He rides me hard, slamming himself down on me, his hard cock bouncing.

When he rolls off me, he sucks my cock again.  Then my balls.  His tongue goes down my perineum.  He’s headed for my hole.  I tense slightly.  He notices and asks if I like my ass eaten.  I tell him I do, but I’m not good with fingers or his cock.  His face lights up again.  He can’t wait to taste me in the most intimate way possible.  My legs pushed up, he dives in.  His tongue is everywhere.  For a long time.  When he comes up for air, I murmur “Kiss me.”  David does.  Tender at first, then he’s tongue fucking my mouth just as he did my ass.

He rides me once again.  Harder, if that’s possible.

I fuck him on all fours a second time, spending a long time eating his juicy hole before I enter it.  And fuck.  The sound of my hips slapping his ass filling the tiny room.

We collapse in a pile of entwined flesh.  “I want to eat your ass again,” he whispers in my ear.  “How…?”  I untangle and get on all fours.  I feel incredibly vulnerable and yet totally safe with this man.  He spends a long time licking everywhere, before he begins a serious tongue fucking.  When he finally stops, I roll over.  Once again, he is on top of me, chest to chest, as we kiss.  And kiss…

My cock is rampant.  He stands up, his feet on either side of my chest.  He lowers himself down on my cock.  He sits, squirms to get every inch of me inside.  I’m panting.  He’s breathing hard, even before he begins to ride me.  He slams himself down on my cock.  Over and over.

“Fuck…” he moans.  His hand is beating his meat like crazy.  “Oh, God…I never do this…”

And I know he’s going to shoot.  I can see it on his face, in his eyes, how red and engorged his cock is. 

He utters a strangled cry.  Then:  “You want it?” 

I don’t know if I say yes or just nod, but he is off my dick and thrusting his spurting cock into my mouth.  I swallow it all.  A massive load, he is so turned on.  I hold him in place, not letting him out of my mouth until I’ve gotten every last drop.

He lies on me, once I do.  “You want to get off or save it for tonight?”

“I better save it.”

He smiles that devilish smile that has won him hundreds of fans.  “Well, that decides it.  I’ll go the party tonight and load collect for you…”

He reaches back and holds my quivering, wet cock as we kiss one more time…

Fornication Weekend Friday: A Dungeon Orgy

 Timberfell Lodge—July, 2025

 

I had a work gig that kept me from the first two days of Fornication Weekend.  I presented my work on Thursday night and, immediately after I finished up, I jumped into my fully packed car.  I drove two and half hours into Ohio.  I was up early on Friday and on the road.  It was refreshing to drive before the heat of the day hit. 

Ohio.  Kentucky.  Finally, Tennessee.  Eight hours of traffic noise and sun.

I checked into my hotel.  I’d made great time.  I could just make the amateur porn shoot at Timberfell, but I chose sleep instead.  And a good thing I did.  I didn’t wake up until the dinner hour.

I ate and drove out to the campground.  I renewed my membership and got a day pass.  I found Ric, the event organizer (who I spent so much time with last year.)  We hugged and chatted and checked me in.  Gone was the wrist band; we had dog tags this year.  I looked at the printed schedule.  I had missed a couple of seminars, a videoed gangbang of a hot looking man, and the opening address, besides the amateur porn shoot.  But I’m there.

Ray Dalton arrived and greeted me with a bear hug.

In the course of our chat, he told me that the campsite dungeon/playroom was very active last night, unlike last year when you usually found no one.  I made a mental note for later.

I went out to the pool with my book.  On the way to my chair, I passed David-SF, the porn guy/author/lecturer with who I had such a great connection with last summer.  

He was in a deep discussion with another man.  We nodded to each other.  Three steps later, he was back, his arms thrown around me, once he figured out why I looked familiar.   

I sat and read until the sun went down, enjoying the naked men in the pool.  I tossed the book in the car, grabbed my lube and went up to the dungeon…

 

I hear the creak of the sling chains before I see anyone.  I pass an empty sling and a fuckbench.  Around a slight bend, there is a couch, lockers and another sling before you get to a couple of glory hole partitions.   The sling is occupied.  I can’t see him, just the back of the man playing with him.  I step out of my walking shorts and pull off my shirt, stowing them in a locker.  This leaves me in my yellow jock and boots.  The guy I met last year who is orally fixated is standing off in the corner.  I lean on a bench that is built into the back wall.  Oral Guy comes over.

“Get me good and hard,” I tell him.

He goes to his haunches, not wanting to kneel on the grimy floor.  His mouth is great.  His love of cock shines through with every movement of his tongue; every time he pulls off me just to look at the hardness (and size) of my dick.  He licks.  He sucks.  He takes me deep into his throat.

I watch the sling.  The young man who is playing with the guy in it, is a young man I had seen in a chastity cage at the pool.  It is obviously off, for he finally stops playing with the man’s cock and enters his ass.  I love the groans I hear from the unseen recipient.

I thank my sucker.  He’s done the trick.  My cock feels like a battering ram.  I move to the sling.  The ponytailed fucker is driving his cock into the guy, while another man, who I hadn’t really noticed, is sticking his cock into the fuckee’s mouth.  But it’s the man in the sling I can’t take my eyes off of.  He is somewhere around 35, white and hairy.  He wears a leather harness and a leather jock that frames his ass.  He has unsnapped the codpiece, leaving his generous dick on display.

The guy in his mouth sees me come over.  “Take a turn,” he tells me stepping back.  I push into the guy’s mouth.  He’s great, even though he is being fucked hard by the guy with the ponytail. 

“You need to be in his hole,” Ponytail tells me.  He pulls out.  I bring my wet dick around to the guy’s ass.  I hunker down and licked the fucked hole.  Damn.  His ass lips are huge.  He’s been having a lot of cock this weekend.  I suck them into my mouth.  He groans.  I lick him out.

“Fuck him,” groans Ponytail.

I stand up and enter him for the first time.  His ass just pulls me in.  He’s super wet and warm on this hot, humid night.  I fuck him.  Slow.  Now fast.  And hard.  He takes everything I dish out and more.

Other men are arriving.  Another trio of guys are watching me fuck.  Soon they are sucking cock.  The strikingly handsome one of this group, is soon bent over and fucked by the guys he arrived with.  I let another man up the leather guy in the sling.  I move so LG can clean my dick.  He loves the taste of his ass on his hole.  I knew he would.  He gets me very wet for round two…

*

I have fucked the leather guy once more, been cleaned and now a third guy is up him.  I hear sounds from the sling by the entrance.  I investigate.  It’s the really handsome guy.  A top around my age is fucking him.  I watch.  Then it’s my turn.  I take it, reveling in how different his ass feels.  I let the first guy back up him.  This time he shoots, breeding the handsome man.  He pulls out.  I clean up his cock and feast on the cum inside.

“Now I’m gonna fuck that load deeper.”

I do just what I say.  When I pull out, some of the churned cum clings to my cock.  I take it back to the leather guy.  I tell him I want to fuck him with my cummy cock as I wait my turn up him.  His eyes light up. In moments, the current top gives way and I slide in…

*

There are now 15 to 20 guys here.  All players.  A large guy asks me to open his hole for the night.  He gets on the fuck bench.  I eat him out.  His moans add to the carnal soundtrack of our sex.  I stand up and fuck him.  Slow and deliberate.  He groans—but soon those stop as a guy fills his mouth with cock.  When I pull out of his ass, another man goes in and a third pulls me into a dark corner to lick the man’s ass juices off my glistening penis…

*

I take a break on the couch.  I am suddenly joined by the leather guy, who introduces himself as Ethan.  He’s from the west coast.  We chat.  And then we are suddenly kissing.  Now he’s sucking me.  “I want this in me again.”

We find the fuck bench is open.  He gets on it.  I spend a long time rimming him, really working those swollen ass lips.  I stand up and slide in.  He’s taken a load since I was last in him.  His ass is creamy and wonderful hot.  I share him with another daddy who is stroking to our fuck.  He fucks him hard and fast.  He takes his frothy dick to Ethan’s mouth as I clean his hole of escaping cum.  Then fuck him once more.

The fuck bench is wood—with no padding.  You can’t stay there long.  We move Ethan to the arm of the sofa as both slings are in use.  I fuck him first.  Then the other guy my age.  Now Ponytail takes a turn on Ethan.  I kneel and prod my tongue into Ponytail’s full, smooth ass on the backstroke.

“Fuck it,” he groans.

I stand up and slide into him.  He fucks into Ethan and back on me.  He moans, making the most delicious sounds.  He stops, just shy of exploding.  He doesn’t want to shoot.  I take over, sliding into Ethan.  Well, if Ponytail hasn’t shot, he’s the heaviest precummer I have ever encountered.  I fuck in his added juices and then bring them to Ethan’s mouth.  He sucks me, wanting every last drop.

“May I?”

A young man, short, Latino, with dark hair everywhere, except for his shaved head, is stroking his uncut cock as he looks at Ethan’s ruined hole.  I nod and he begins to fuck.  I have already seen him load a man not 15 minutes ago.  But he is super hard as he fucks into Ethan.  I pull out of Ethan’s mouth and get closer to the Latino.  He grins as I kneel, watching his dick plow into those heavy ass lips.

“I know what you want, pig…”  He pulls out and gives me his cock to clean.  Three wet licks and he’s back into Ethan.  He fucks him hard.  Again, he pulls out.  This time I don’t just clean him—he fucks my throat.  Now, back into Ethan.

“You want another load, pig?”

Ethan grunts his answer.  The Latino begins to shoot.  You can see his body shake with each spurt into that hot ass.  At least four before he just marinates in the wet hole.  He pulls out.  “Clean me up, daddy.  Then fuck in my jizz….”

I follow directions.  I lick him clean, as the young man writhes.  I lick up the stray cum escaping from Ethan.  I stand up and impale him with my dick.

“You’ve got to breed me.  Please.”

It’s been two hours of hot play.  I am so ready to drop my load—and I want this man to take my seed.  I fuck.  And fuck.  Ethan begins squeezing down on my cock.  Fuck.  It feels fabulous.  And suddenly I’m there.  I give him my cum as deep as I can get my cock.  Still spurting, I clutch his back for support.

I calm down.  I pull out.  He slips down to the seat of the sofa, letting me sit on the arm of it.  He comes around and licks me clean.  We sit on the couch.  I think to talk.  But instead, we snowball my cum back and forth…