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