Fornication Weekend Sunday: A Goodbye David Fuck

 Rural Georgia—June, 2022

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stand up and fuck.

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

I nod and slow the fuck down. 

“Harder, man.  Use me.”

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

 

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

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