Fornication Weekend Saturday: The Cum Spurts

 Rural Georgia—June, 2022

 

(This picks up right where the last post left us…)

David grabs his cock and strokes along with my fuck.

As I speed up, he stops stroking, makes eye contact again and begins to babble about how good he feels, how big I am, how much he loves to get fucked.

His words work and I do just what he wants:  I fuck him harder.  And soon, harder yet.

The large man with the talented ass stops by.  He works David’s nipples—and occasionally sucks his cock.  I never pause in the fucking.  David’s ass is getting wetter and wetter from the battering it’s taking.

I stop.

“I want you on my rimseat.”

“Hell, yes…”

I get him out of the sling and lead the way.  I get under.  That magnificent wet ass sits on my face, obliterating the light—and much of the sound of the party.  My tongue finds his hole.  I enter him, fucking him now with my tongue.  I am instantly rewarded with some guy’s cum dripping into my mouth.  I make an appreciative noise in the back of my throat. 

Someone has come over and is feeding David some cock in his mouth.  His hole spasms as whoever it is fucks his throat.  I get more of the delicious mix of semen and ass jizz dripping down my tongue as I keep eating him out.

I have to stop stroking myself, it is so hot.

“You gotta feel this,” says David. 

He stands up.  RC is there and has obviously been the one in David’s mouth.  His cock is wet and glistening even in the dim light.  One hot ass is replaced with another.  I have to work much harder to open up RC.  He has not been fucked nearly as much tonight.  RC groans and tells me he loves my tongue.  Someone knocks my hand away from my dick.  I expect a mouth—but I get an ass sliding down on me.  Is it David?  You’d think I’d be able to tell at this point, but I’m not sure.  Whoever it is doesn’t ride me for long. 

RC is making really hot noises deep in his throat.  I work my tongue harder.

“That is so hot,” says a voice watching us.

“You’re a porn star,” RC laughs, “get on that cock.”

I feel Reuben kneel between my splayed legs.  He starts to suck me.  I am in sensory overload.  I eat the hot, hard ass with every trick I know.  I also twist my balls, I am so damn close to shooting.

Finally, I touch RC’s thighs to get him up and off me.  I need to stop before my jaw gets sore.  Reuben stands and helps me up, before going off to fuck a cute cub. 

I hug RC.  I pull back, looking him in the eyes: “I didn’t give you my best fuck that first day.  The sling there was so low.  Could I get you in mine?”

“Sure!”

I help him into the stirrups.  I kneel for a quick rim.  I have left his hole open and wet and wanting cock.  After a few quick licks I give him my drooling dick.   A slow entry.  I love watching his face as more and more of me slides into his ass.

“Yeah…” he moans.

I bottom out and hold it in place.  I pull out and start a slow thrust.  We lock eyes.  He strokes himself occasionally.  I build the thrust speed.  The sling frame groans.

I slow down. 

I build again to a chain rattling fuck.

I eat him out one more time.  He is now quite wet.  I am surprised no one has joined us to watch—but I realize the crowd is thinning.  Men have gotten off and are going out to Ray’s midnight buffet.

I stand up and fuck him some more—a nice and slow, a full in and out.  I now wish I’d brought my mirror so he could see what I see—my cock pulled all the way out of him and plowing back through his puffy ass lips.   He is taking my entire length on each stroke.

I slow.  I lean forward and kiss him, still deep in his ass.

I move to pull out. “Keep going, if you want…”

The midnight buffet can wait.  Instead, I eat his hole again.  I come up and suck his cock for a moment—getting some precum to stick inside him.  My tongue pokes it deep.  I tell him what I’ve done.  He groans.

I stand up and keep on fucking…

*

There are still a few stragglers left.  A hairy cub finds me.  He tells me it was him riding my cock while I was under the rimseat.  I get him into my sling and let him feel what my cock is like when I’m in charge of the thrusting.  He shoots all over himself as I fuck.  He goes out for the food very happy. 

In the far sling there is tall man fucking.  The guy is grunting and obviously ready to shoot.  I go over.  It’s David about to get the load.  The moment the guy sees me, he starts spurting deep inside.  David tells him to fill him up.  I stand and watch.  Stroking.  The man doesn’t want to be cleaned up by either of us, but I spend a long time eating David’s sloppy ass.  He has taken far more loads than this one—and I savor the taste of the mixed of cum.

“Fuck me.  Use that cum for lube.”

I stand up.  I insert.  Fuck!  His hole is awash.  I begin a slow churn of the loads.

A young guy taps me on the shoulder.  “I really need to get off, can I fuck it into him?”

I step aside.  He pushes into David and cums almost immediately.  He is happy to let me clean his cock.  I share it with David in a wet kiss. 

“It’s my turn,” I tell him.

I slide in again—he’s wetter and hotter.  I grab the sling frame and pump into him with all I have left.

I am there.  I shoot.  It feels like my dick just won’t stop going off.

“Don’t pull out.”

I have no intentions to go anywhere.  I marinate in his ass as David grabs his cock.  He is instantly back to full erection.  He looks up at me.  We lock eyes.  Then he goes somewhere private—his face a mask—as he shoots again and again…

 

Only then do we leave the play area and get some of Ray’s famous chicken vegetable stew.

Fornication Weekend Saturday: Three Slings in Action

 Rural Georgia—June, 2022

It should come as no surprise to most of my readers, that I packed my sling and rimseat for this event.  I got them up to the room where the major gathering of the weekend was happening that night after the piss party.  I helped Ray and his volunteers set up the space after our early evening seminar.  Tonight, there was a hanging tarp, forming a wall, that cut off the play area from the bar.  Ray’s two slings were behind it, one on each side.  Mine was against the stage at the back.  We kept the cubes against the stage as well, handy to lean against to take cock.  The rimseat was off to the side.  I knew I wouldn’t use it until closer to the end of the evening.

There had been a steady influx of men who were coming to the party tonight.  The ticket acted as a day pass, so they could enjoy the pool, have dinner at the café, etc before it started at 9pm.  I donned my boots and jock and wrist band at my tent.  I didn’t bother with shorts and shirt to the short walk up to the clubhouse…

 

The sexual energy in the room is palpable.  Men are gathering—and it’s not quite start time.  I lean against a cube and drink from my water bottle.  The porn guys arrive—jocked and booted.  They move back into the space.  I can’t take my eyes off the man who has the cabin across from my tent.  He is mid-30’s. Asian and nicely worked out without going overboard.  We have flirted all day.  He has sat on his veranda jerking to porn on his phone.  Now I see his ass—it is perfectly shaped.  He sees my dick, jutting to the side of the jock pouch.  He wanders over.  We actually introduce ourselves, (Ethan) before my tongue is deep in his ass as he leans against one of the cubes. 

Ethan groans.  “Fuck me with your tongue…”

I do.  Over and over.

Ethan notices that one of Ray’s slings are open, as mine is full.  He leads me over and hops in.  He gets his ankles in the stirrups before I can help him.  “Now eat my ass again.”

I go to my knees.  He is opening easily.  He squeezes down on my tongue—milking it as if it were my cock.  I stand up, spit once more on my cock and slide in.  No inching.  Just a wonderfully steady glide home. 

Ethan’s eyes roll up and then come back to focus right on me.  “Fuck, that’s a nice cock.  Fuck me hard.”

 He doesn’t have to ask me twice.  I begin fucking him.  There are other men’s hands all over his chest and playing with his semi-hard uncut cock.  I fuck into him, grinding my pubes against his smooth butt cheeks.  Suddenly I pull out, kneel and go back to rimming his rather hairy ass crack.  He is making ass jizz like crazy.  I slurp it up.  Ethan moans.  I stand, spit some of his juices onto my cock and plow back into him…

*

The large man with the talented ass finds me.  My sling is available.  He loves how comfortable my wider sling is compared to others.  We have a good ‘get re-acquainted’ fuck.  He asks me to bring my ass flavored cock to the side of the sling so he can taste himself on me.  I oblige.  Repeatedly.

When we take a break, Antonio, the hot Latin who was my first fuck of the weekend, wants to try my sling.  He has been hanging out with some other Latin men most of the weekend and they crowd around to see my cock in action—the cock he’s obviously told them about.  I eat his hole.  It is open and wet—his ass lips slightly puffy, even this early in the night.  He does love cock.  I eat him out, enjoying his wetness.

“You want my dick?” I ask, as I stand up.

He just grins at the stupid question.  I slide in and fuck.  His friends work his nipples.   A big bear of a man also steps up to watch and stroke.  I nod to him.  He seems to want in.

“Do you want his cock, too?”

Antonio nods, with an affirmative grunt.  I step aside and the Bear, with a thick dick, slides in.

“Damn, he’s wet,” grunts the Bear.  He fucks Antonio harder.  I kneel and watch his cock fuck into Antonio’s hot ass.  The Bear pulls out.  I lick him clean.  He’s surprised—but pleased.  It makes him fuck Antonio for a few more minutes.

He pulls out again.  “Lick my dick clean.”  I do, stand up and fuck Antonio with my now, even harder, cock…

*

Reuben Foxx comes over while I am leaning against a cube, surveying the party in progress.  Ray is in full top mode, working one of his slings.  Dallas is at the other.  David and RC seem to be working a man over in tandem as the guy leans against a cube.

“Would you like to try my sling?”

Reuben nods.  In moments, I am kneeling and eating his ass, as he sighs.  I stand up.  I get into him a little easier this time—with my sling being higher.  It’s a fun fuck.  I love watching his face as he takes my dick. 

Reuben needs to go play with others.  I lick his hole one more time before I help him out…

*

“I loved getting your piss.”  It’s a hairy bear from Atlanta. 

I agree that that party, though short, was hot.  My sling is busy now, so I suggest he lean against a block.  I eat his really hairy hole.  He groans and does poppers—which allows my tongue to sink even deeper into him.

“Eat my sloppy mancunt.”

Just as he says it, I get a huge dollop of some man’s cum on my tongue.  I groan.  When he realizes I love it, he squeezes and gives me some more.  I lick it up and stand.  My cock finds it’s way through the mass of fur and fucks into his hole.

“Shit, you’re big—the perfect size,” he croons. 

I fuck him hard.  I want to churn what is left of the load inside him.

“Deep,” he mumbles.  “You are pushing his cum so deep…”

I fuck harder—then pull out.  I am rewarded by stray cum clinging to all that hair.  I clean him up with my tongue and tell him to find me if he takes another load…

*

David emerges from the group of men.  “Wanna fuck me?”

I just laugh.  And kiss him.  He starts to lean against the cube, but I redirect him to my sling.  I really want that ass to have been in there.  I get him into the stirrups and kneel.  His ass is damp.  His hole is wet.  But it’s all lube and ass jizz.  My tongue knows the difference.  I spit into him.

“Now, fuck me,” he commands as I stand up.

I sink into him.  He feels great.  I inch in—not because I have to, but I want him to beg me with those eyes of his.  And he does.  Only breaking our gaze as I bottom out deep inside him.  I begin a slow pump.  In and out.  David grabs his cock and strokes along with me.

As I speed up, he stops stroking, makes eye contact again and begins to babble about how good he feels, how big I am, how much he loves to get fucked.

His words work and I do just what he wants:  I fuck him harder.  And soon, harder yet.

The large man with the talented ass stops by.  He works David’s nipples—and occasionally sucks his cock.  I never pause in the fucking.  David’s ass is getting wetter and wetter from the battering it’s taking.

I stop.

“I want you on my rimseat.”

“Hell, yes…”

I get him out of the sling and lead the way.  I get under.  That magnificent wet ass sits on my face, obliterating the light—and much of the sound of the party.  My tongue finds his hole…

 

(I will continue this next post….)

Fornication Weekend Saturday: Piss Party

 Rural Georgia—June, 2022

 

^{The massive thunderstorm that finished off the evening on Friday, left my tent flooded and some camp sites without power.  I was rescued by the couple who had cooked me dinner that night.  I was given a comfortable sofa to sleep on.  Not to mention a wonderful tongue bath for both of my feet as the boots came off—this from the top in the relationship.  He had watched me all night and wanted to explore his bottom side with me—but not at any of the sex parties with others around.  We never found the right moment in our limited time left—and it remains one of my few regrets of the weekend.}

^{I have never mentioned one of the men who shared our tenting area—and he is about to become important.  I was the first one to arrive in the tenting area.  I set up my tent on Thursday and read a book in my folding chair, facing a large pond covered in lily pads.  Some time later a car arrived with two men.  One was the large man who had such incredible anal talents I mentioned in the last post.  The other was a handsome man—a Hollywood handsome man.  He was maybe 5’9” and trim.  He unloaded a few bags from the car, waved to the larger man who then drove off.  Miles than proceeded to strip to nothing but sandals.  He was yoga fit (I saw him on his mat, fully naked, every morning after that.)  He was well hung and uncut with a generous foreskin.  And he had the perfect hairless bubble butt.  He kept showing it to me, totally unselfconsciously, as he bent over to drive the tent stakes in place.  He had to go through vast quantities of sunscreen for he never put clothes on for the entire weekend. Except for an Aussie cowboy hat and his sandals.  I learned on Friday night he was a top.  Unless you were a porn star…and he took each and all deep inside that magnificent ass.}

^{Back to Saturday.  We had our discussion on Mental Health & Wellness in the early afternoon—led by RC, who in real life, works in just that field.  I missed the Blow Job contest held by the pool, for I was headed to the piss party.  We had a great outdoor space for it.  There was a large tree near the small campground play space that was ringed with decking and was an outdoor shower with three or four massive shower heads.  We could get piss wet and rinse—all in one shaded space…}

 

^{I am first to get there.  Naturally.  I keep chugging on my water.  It’s hot out.  And, while I have hydrated all morning, it is coming out of me in sweat, not piss.  Other men slowly begin arriving.  A furry young man, who, at the parties so far, seems to be all oral, is here.  I manage some piss onto his dick and suck it off.  He loves this—and does the same to me.  As he stands up, we realize, there are more of us now.  Maybe 15 looking to get wet and five or ten more who are standing around outside the deck area, watching.}

^{Other men splash some piss on the men kneeling.  We are all having issues with the heat and production.}

^{“You guys look too dry!”  It is Miles.  He clambers up onto the rail that surrounds the deck.  He stands above us and begins to piss.  He covers us—into open mouths and on chests, cocks and, for one hairy pig, his ass.}

David and Ray arrive.  Ray is up on the rail the moment Miles has run dry.  He coats us, too.  I watch David’s magnificent chest drip with Ray’s piss.  I am there to lick some off.  Ray disappears pretty much the moment he is out of piss—but it has kicked the party into sex mode.  I find I have more in my bladder than I thought.  I have David lean against the railing, his ass jutted out towards me.  I piss soak his ass.  There is enough hair to hold onto the pale yellow droplets.  I go to my knees and rim him deeply, licking up all the piss.  David moans.  I turn his hips so he can take some cock in his mouth while I rim.  He goes down on the cute otter whose cock I had pissed on.  I stand up.  “You want my cock?”  David grunts an affirmative around the cute otter’s dick.  I fuck him.  Not for long.  Just to get some of my piss up his ass.

^{“Let me clean that cock.”  It’s the hairy pig who is camped near me.  He moans at the combined taste of David’s ass and my piss.  Other men are in twos and threes.  Piss is flowing better now, but it is still more cocksucking than piss drinking.}

Miles is in the corner of the deck.  I turn David so he sucks that uncut cock.  I go back up his ass.  Myles grins at me.  I slide back into David’s ass.  I fuck him nice and easy—just a slight push onto Miles with each in stroke.  “You want his ass?” I ask Miles.

^{He nods.  David turns.  Now his mouth is on me, licking up all his own juices as well as the piss I got into his ass.  Miles fucks him much harder.  I would so love to get my tongue under that foreskin when Miles pulls out—but David gets that honor, when we turn him again.}

^{The Otter comes by and splashes piss on Miles’ dick for David to slurp up.  When the stream runs dry, David pulls off both of us.  He stands and gestures for Miles and I to kiss him—and we have an incredible moment of sharing some piss back and forth between the three of us.}

^{I break the kiss to eat David’s ass once more.  Miles leaves, as do most of the others.  No one is trying to get off with the big Fornication Party tonight.  David and I kiss again, my tongue flavored with his ass jizz and all that piss.  We shower together—and head to the pool…}

 

^{The piss party was scheduled for 30 minutes.  We took a little longer, but not much…}

Seeing Double

 You aren’t seeing double.  I posted the entry about the dance party turning into an orgy while working on an office computer on the 24th.  I had to work too fast, choosing a horrible font and not editing it the way I should have.  And I couldn’t pull pics on that computer.

Yesterday, I finally replaced my nine-year-old laptop.  (Keshawn went to Best Buy with me—and yes, my load was in his ass while we did it.)  At the top of the month, I had told you my computer was bad—well, the moment I typed it had ‘blown up’ it began working again.  Proving me wrong.  Until Sunday when it crashed for good.  I don’t think I will have lost anything as I’m pretty good with back-ups.

I hope to talk about Saturday at Fornication tomorrow.

Enjoy.

FP

Fornication Weekend: The Dance Party Becomes a Sex Party

 Rural Georgia — June, 2022 

 

After the afternoon party in the small play space, I went to the cabin of the couple who had invited me to dinner after the morning workshop.  We had a relaxing time (and a great meal.)  It was good to be in a cabin and not my tent.  All three of us mentioned that we wanted to attend the evening workshop.  My hosts weren’t too sure about the dance party, but I told them what Ray had said about sex on the fringes.  We cleaned up a little and went to hear Ray and RC lead the discussion on Sex:  Confidence vs Experience.   

Afterward I helped the guys move our chairs out of the way to create space for the dance.  There were several three-foot-high cubes around.  Ray wanted one in the middle of the room.  Another was near a low stage that never got used all weekend.  There was also a sling set up in the corner near the light controls.  The rest of the room was the camp bar and lounge. 

The porn guys arrived at 9 o’clock.  They met with Ray for instructions as I refilled my water bottle.  Dance music filled the space.  David hopped up on the center cube to be the first go-go boy. 

Soon the room was filled with 40 to 50 guys.  And no one wanted to dance.  They wanted sex.  And they got it… 

 

We are milling.  One of the men from the afternoon session finds me.  He is a greying bear.  “I saw you fucking earlier.  Would you?”  

I nod.  We go to the box near the stage.  It is a great height for him to lean on it and present his extremely hairy ass to me.   I kneel and rim him out.  He’s pre-lubed with something that thankfully doesn’t have much taste.  I spit it back into him—-and then fuck it into him.  He gasps but takes it.  When I step up the speed of my thrusts, he asks for a break. 

A large man, from the next campsite is right there to clean my dick.  He makes the sexiest grunts as he does so.  “Me, too?” he asks, standing up and presenting me his ass.  I kneel and pull his ample cheeks apart.  My tongue connects.  He lets out a groan that attracts some guys to watch.  I stand up and fuck.  He takes me easily and completely.  I finally have to stop to catch my breath.    

David can’t do much dancing.  Every man there wants a turn to suck his cock.  And they get it.  I go over.  He grins down at me, shaking his dick at me, once it’s free.  “But I want your ass,” I tell him.  He turns and bends a little.  My tongue finds his hole.  I eat him out for the group watching us. 

David motions Dallas to come dance.  David jumps off the cube and leads me to the other cube I’ve been using to fuck.  I eat him a little more, then sink into hot ass.  His body is so hard, anywhere I touch him.  He groans and is very verbal about how I make him feel.  He finally pulls off me, kisses me and tells me he needs to mingle—but he wants more later… 

* 

I glance around the room.  All the porn guys are busy playing with the campers.  From behind me, Dallas taps me on the shoulder.  He has been busy fucking a lot of men.  “It’s my turn now,” he tells me. 

We use the same cube, with him bent over.  I lick his pucker.  To my knowledge he has not bottomed yet this weekend.  I get him good and wet with lube and spit.  I slide in.  He feels great, but he’s not relaxed.  We fuck a bit before he decides we need the sling.  It’s empty—so he hops in.  On his back makes all the difference.  He relaxes.  His hole flowers open and I fuck this tall muscle man relentlessly… 

* 

I fuck David, briefly, in the sling.  I can’t stop looking into his face—every expression is all about how my cock is making him feel.  I finally pull out to let others have a chance.  

I wander some more. 

The large guy finds me for round two.  He’s a great fuck.  He’s also been busy.  His hole is super wet.  And likely a load.  I spend a long time eating him out before I decide to fuck. 

A really short young man is watching.  “Just like that,” he says, pointing to the place the large guy just left, “That’s what I want.”

“Use him good,” says his boyfriend.  I lean him against the back cube and fuck him.  His boyfriend scrambles up on cube, kneels and feeds the guy I’m fucking his cock.  It’s a hot moment, the sound of my fucking and the wet sound of the blowjob.  I keep fucking until his BF shoots… 

* 

“I wanted this when we played yesterday,” whispers Reuben in my ear.  

We also start at the cube and quickly go to the sling.  Reuben is a challenge to get into for me, but a wonderful fuck.  I can’t stop looking at his expressive face as I plow into him.  Antonio, my first fuck of the weekend, finds me plowing Reuben.  He works the man’s nipples as I go back and forth rimming and fucking him.  When Reuben gets out, Antonio jumps in the sling.  His hole has been quite busy tonight.  He’s the wettest hole so far tonight.  I spend a long time licking and likely felching his ass.  When my cock sinks into him, I am sure he is loaded… 

* 

It is towards ending time. The two and a half hours have flown by. I look for RC.  

He has been topping all night, at least any time I have seen him.  He is doing someone now in the sling with a small group of stroking men.  I wander over.  It’s David.  RC stops fucking and lets someone else into David whenever they indicate they’d like a turn.  I arrive as RC pulls out, and a cute guy goes from jacking his cock to fucking David.  It takes no time for him to breed.  RC starts to fuck him again before he sees me.  “You need to fuck it deeper.”   RC pulls out.  I clean his dick, spit it on David’s used hole and push my cock into him.  I fuck him hard.

Then I step back for another older man to drop a load.  RC fucks in the fresh jizz first and then indicates I should. 

A loud roll of thunder fills the room.  The lights flicker but stay on.  I keep fucking.  “You want me to shoot,” I ask David.  “You want my cum?”  He nods.  And says something I can’t hear as the thunder rolls again. 

I fuck him harder. 

A third clap of thunder—and I explode inside David…

Fornication Weekend--Friday Afternoon: 'Meeting' the Guys

 Rural Georgia—June, 2022

After the welcoming sex fest, the rest of my Thursday night was spent at the first of Ray’s talks/discussions on men’s sexuality and wellness.  I am not going to detail those here.  I found them thoughtful, helpful and reaffirming of how I approach sex and love at this time in my life.  I love just how inclusive he is in welcoming men and making them feel good about themselves.

But you didn’t come to this blog for that.  You want to know other things…

Friday, temperature-wise, was not quite as hot, but it hovered around 95 from noon onwards.     I had breakfast and then took my tea to sit by the pool and write.  It was a lazy morning.  We had our second discussion  after lunch.  We did some intimacy exercises that helped connect us as a group.  (It worked—I got a dinner invitation out of it.)

The other porn guys were due to arrive today.  It was a trek in from either the Savannah or Atlanta airport.  Ryan Carter (RC as he prefers), Dallas Steele and David Benjamin arrived sometime while we were in the class.

                                                                                RC
 

There was an afternoon gathering in the same play space.  I was particularly intrigued to see David again.  He had performed at a CLAW play party in, I think, 2015.  The performers were just that—they were having sex for us, not playing with us.  But not David.  When the performance ended, he grabbed me and another big dicked guy and led us up to the sling on the stage.  We fucked David until he shot all over himself.  (I’ll look for the post—I certainly wrote it up, back then.)

I arrived at the playspace a little before the 4pm start time.  Other guys were waiting, some stroking to the porn.  I lost my shorts and shirt and stowed them under the bench...

 

Alberto is here—in flip flops and a colored jock.  We smile at each other.  I go behind him and begin munching on his hairy ass crack.  He sighs—and bends, giving me better access.  I am happy to see that he is sucking someone’s cock as I eat him out.

Ray comes in.  “They’re here, guys.  RC, Dallas and David.”    Suddenly big muscles are everywhere.  The four of them invade the space.  Each man is in boots and jock.  Ray has someone sucking his thick cock instantly—as does Dallas.  RC goes to his knees and begins sucking an older man who is sitting in the pews.  David makes a bee-line for me—his face lighting up.  Does he really remember?  We hug.  I go to my knees and suck his cock.  He fingers Alberto’s hole.  I get David wet enough so he can fuck Alberto.  He does so, while I am in Alberto’s mouth.  I clean David’s cock before I fuck Alberto, too.  David moves to play with others.

                                                             David Benjamin

I find RC, on his knees between the pews, taking turns sucking cock.  He is happy to include my dick, too.  He moves from one to the next and the next and now back again.  He is stroking himself as he does it.  Alberto has found Dallas who is sitting in a dark corner.  Dallas doesn’t need to move—everyone comes by to sample his cock orally. Alberto sucks him—and then sits on his cock.  I hear Alberto groan just as RC’s mouth comes back to my dick.  He sucks with a true passion for cock.  Finally he needs to get off his knees and I help him up.

“You are going to have to fuck me with that thing,” he tells me.

I promise that I will.

For now, I go to my knees and suck him.  I love the slight curve.  He grabs the sides of my head and fucks my face…

*

Ray has taken off.   He has so much to do this weekend, it’s hardly surprising. The other guys are in no hurry.  I find David again.  He is topping some, but mostly keeping it oral.  My hand goes to his ass.  He grins, but tells me he had no time to clean with his plane being delayed.  I still rim him a little.  He pulls me into a kiss afterward—before sinking to his knees to suck me yet again.

I hear chains rattle.  David looks up me.  “RC has found the sling,” he grins.  We both go into the sling room.  RC is taking cock—and beating his own.  A big bear is pounding RC. 

“You need this one next,” David tells RC.

RC nods.  When the bear needs a breather I step into place.  I go to my knees and eat the freshly fucked hole.  He is incredibly wet—though I am sure the bear did not cum.  I lick and spit and lube my cock as I tongue him.  I stand up.

“Go easy,” murmurs RC.  David finds RC’s nipples as he watches me push into RC’s hole.  “Damn,” RC groans.  I pause, looking at the handsome tatted man my cock is filling.  He gives me a nod and I begin the fuck.  The sling is too low for tall old me.  I am doing deep knee bends in order to line up properly.  I won’t be able to sustain it for too long.  I concentrate on his ass.  It is certainly a talented hole—not only super wet but tight when he wants it to be and looser at his discretion.

I pause in the fuck to give my legs a rest and go back to eating him out.  When I stand back up, David has gone.  There are quite a few other men watching and stroking.  I offer to step aside.

“Fuck him again,” says an older guy stroking his uncut cock to the scene.

I am happy to go back in, legs be damned.  I fuck with long, slow strokes.  I build up the tempo, but my legs are soon screaming at me.

I pull out.

The bear fucks him again.

I clean the bear’s cock when he’s done and spit it on RC’s pucker.  I poke the spit deep inside him.

Men are drifting away to dinner.  I help RC out of the sling.  I feel a large hand on my shoulder.

“You need to fuck me with that sometime this weekend,” Dallas tells me. 

                                                                     Dallas Steele

I promise I will.  The guys go to clean up for the next event. 

I suck two of the on lookers.

One of them returns the favor.

But dinner is calling. 

I find Ray in the cafe.  He waves me over and asks if I’m having fun.  I assure him I am.  He wonders if I will be at the dance party tonight.  I tell him it’s not really my thing, but I will look in.  He assures me sex will be happening in the corners.  “And that is your thing…” he smiles.  Then he looks sheepish and asks my first name again.  I tell him, and remind him of the Professor connection we share.  He wells up and holds me in a terrifically tight hug.  We sit down again and trade stories about our late mutual friend.

And he called me by first name the rest of the weekend…

*

 

My first meet with David is linked below: 

CLAW Day Three: Asylum Turns Up the Heat