Fornication Weekend: FP Shows It Off

 Rural Tennessee—June, 2023

Friday was bright and cloudless.  I started my day in the communal shower, where I always found some good eye candy.  Breakfast was now served up at the lodge, so anyone who had a room there or at either of the annexes gathered in the dining area for our morning meal.  It was only disconcerting to share a table with the porn guys for about half a second.  Soon enough, we talked about anything and everything.

I went home and made notes about the day before—and wrote up a blog post.  By noon the guys were doing shoots at the pool again.  This time other content creators joined them.

The afternoon saw our first panel discussion on content creation.  Two men who did it (including Seamus) and two consumers of the product.  It was intriguing, but it didn’t change my thoughts:  that even as sexually driven as I am, I could never issue content often enough to run a channel.  And all that damn editing…

Ray’s assistant found me afterwards.  He had a sign-up sheet for volunteers to do a group shoot.  Well, of course I would be happy to do that.  It was scheduled for 6pm—but changed it to 5pm to not conflict with the dinner at the lodge.

I went down to the pool area early.  I knew we’d have consent forms to fill out—and I remembered to take my ID.  It took a while to get everyone to fill everything out and then a picture of us holding our ID next to our face. 

It looked like about a dozen of us were there.  Ray was in charge and Seamus was participating.  Jordi was manning a camera as was the husband of another content creator.  There were at least two men who were content creators in the shoot.  MasonxXxDixon plays the angle of a good ol’ country boy getting into trouble and is that redneck you’ve always wanted to fuck.  Also in the mix was a beefy man with a shaved head who performs under the name Dane Hardon.  The remaining 7 or 8 of us were just horn dogs who like to show off.

Ray asked who were total tops. Two of us raised our hands.  Total bottoms—there were two of those, too.  Everyone else was versatile.  We trooped up to a big white tent—the kind I think of being used for wedding receptions. There were two slings—and a picnic table.  We stripped…I was down to my jock and boots…

 

“Let me eat your ass.”

I touch Seamus’ arm.  He bends, holding on to edge of the picnic table.  I pull apart his very white ass cheeks.  Cock sucking is going on all around us as my tongue finds his hole.  He groans as I lick and spit.  I am hard.  I really want to be back inside him.  I stand up.  My cock slaps his cheek.  The camera is right there as I slide into him.

Seamus murmurs something.  I hold a second, then begin my first fuck.  I know I can’t keep him long.  Looking around the table, now rimmed with men, ass in the air, I know Seamus needs to be topping with that big dick of his—not just bottoming for me. 

I fuck—hard and fast—and pull out with a friendly slap to his ass.

My cock is instantly cleaned by one of the campers—a tall man in his 50’s with a long beard.  He grins up at me and turns around, presenting his ass to me, an ass with a great tan line, leaving it very white.  I kneel and eat him out.  He groans and begins begging for my dick.

The table is the central location.  No one is in the slings—at least yet.  The table has men on all sides of it, getting fucked.  My man reaches over to the man next to him who is getting plowed by Ray.  He kisses him—just as my cock enters his hole.  I love watching them make out as the two thickest cocks in the tent plow them.  Long Beard is a great bottom—he is milking my cock the moment I am in him.  Ray gives me a sign—and we switch bottoms.  I slide into my third man in the first ten minutes.  His hole is hot—but he doesn’t have the skills of either Seamus or Long Beard.  I fuck him hard, aware that the camera is once again right next to me…

*

The tops circle the table.  We fuck a for a bit and we change to another man.  I have to wait a moment to get into Dane.  Everyone who fucks him, seems to want to stay right there.  Finally, his ass is free.  I sink to my knees and stick my face between his voluptuous butt cheeks.  He is super wet—a great natural luber.  I lick and spit and he gives out the sexiest groans as I do it.  I enter him slower.  He pants at the thickness, but takes me easily.  I bottom out.  His ass incredibly hot—literally.  And wet.  Is he loaded?  I fuck happily in his hole, knowing that everyone who’s topping has been up him.  I like the idea that I’m pushing their precum deeper…

*

I have been in everyone who is bottoming.  Ray has been so busy topping everyone, so I haven’t been there.  Or the total top.  Or in Mason.  Mason has topped some, but has mostly presented his redneck ass for use.  And Ray is there right now.  Mason is honestly having a tough time taking his girth.  And suddenly he relaxes—and Ray is all the way in, grinding his pubes into that upturned ass.  A number of us slowed our own fucks to watch the moment.  The cameras have caught it all—the resistance and the victory of cock over tight hole.

I go back to fucking full force.  I am back up Long Beard.  And he is really working for my load.  This shoot was only supposed to be 20 minutes—and we have easily doubled it.  But that’s still a short time to get me to cum.  I look around—I don’t think anyone has shot.

Ray pull’s out of Mason.  He calls the end of the shoot.

Long Beard cleans my cock—and after slipping back into my shorts and shirt, we go up to dinner together…

*

I was hoping to get off that night—as I’d found the campground playroom.  But absolutely everyone was so busy playing bingo (hosted by drag queens to fight the new laws in Tennessee) that no one got my load…

@ MasonxXxDixon

@DaneHardonXXX

Ray Dalton

Fornication Weekend--The Set-Up

 Rural Tennessee—June, 2023

Somewhere in the middle of IML, I made the decision to go to my second Fornication Weekend.  Last year, in Georgia, I had had a blast fucking with like-minded men and pornstars; indulging in a long weekend of sex and fellowship.  (If you need a reminder of my time there, hit the Fornication button in the label cloud.)

Pornster Ray Dalton’s brainchild comes in two forms.  The Fornication Party is held in a number of mostly southern and western states and is a four-hour sex party with a group of porn workers who play with the crowd.   I had been to their Chicago offering last IML—and that had convinced me to go to the weekend.  Fornication Weekend has the big sex party, but, over the other days, there are smaller gatherings and seminars.  Last year the focus was on men’s health and wellness.  This year it was all about helping content creators.

Now, I am not a porn content creator—at least not a video one.  But I did like the idea of being around to lend, um, a helping hand (or other body parts) if content was being created.  The location had shifted to Timberfell Lodge, a great gay campground I had visited years and years before.  I got online and found I could still get a room—my tent and sleeping bag could stay in the basement!  I booked the weekend.

I split the drive into two days.  It was suggested to arrive on Wednesday.  There was nothing specific happening that day, but I liked the idea of arriving early to scope out the venue and relax from the drive down.

I got an early start on Tuesday and stopped once I crossed the border into Kentucky.  The next day I wound through the mountains and eventually got to Timberfell.  It was raining.  I finally found the office and got the key to my room in the Annex.  (The true lodge was saved for content creators.)  Now it was pouring down torrents of rain.  I stayed in my car until it finally let up enough for me to unpack.  Intermittent showers kept me in the room most of the day—and the place seemed fairly deserted.  I read and wrote.

Thursday morning breakfast was brought to me.  Once I finished my eggs and biscuits, I went out to explore the area in the welcome sunshine.  There were trailer sites that were owned by the longtime residents, cottages for rent, another building of rented rooms like mine and spaces for tent camping.  The pool was down by the office.  A bar and dance floor was in another building, up the hill from where I was staying.  There was also a playroom there under the bar (with sling, fuck bench, porn and glory holes) that I didn’t find until Friday.  The main lodge was a hike up the hill on the other side of the pool and I did not go up it until our meals started to be served there the next day.

By the afternoon I was at the pool.  And the porn guys were busy filming, this time just for our entertainment. 

The porn guys starting at the top and going clockwise:  Jay Lucas, flexing his muscles, was not present.  (Seamus replaced him.)  Jordi Massive is the man with his arms crossed.  Next around is Ray Dalton, our host.  Eden Daniels was new to me—but fun, as you will see.  And finally, Seamus O’Reilly, a ginger and a sexual dynamo.   

(Longtime readers will remember an encounter I had with Seamus when the Professor invited both of us to his house.)

I decided to sit to the side of the action, in the shade of a large umbrella, to watch the guys play.  Ray was not there yet, but Jordi and Seamus took turns fucking Eden in the sling.  Then Seamus took a turn bottoming for Jordi.  Ray arrived and fucked Seamus—as did Eden, now hard and suddenly versatile.  Lawn chairs were called into service so the tops could be ridden. 

All was filmed by Ray’s assistant.  Mostly from the side, to ensure the spectators were not in the shot.  It will likely appear on Jordi’s and/or Ray’s Twitter and porn sites.

I found it mildly arousing.  But I was the more jaded of the men there—I’ve been around it so much more.  The group of sunbathers across the pool, absolutely loved it and had never seen anything like it at the campground before.

I was hoping to connect with another camper for my evening’s entertainment, and while I chatted to a number of them, everyone seemed to disappear as the sun set.  Instead of sex, I had my dinner, roamed around the now dead campground a bit, and went back to read my book.  The sex would have to wait for Friday—and the next installment.

 

 A link to Fornication Party Newsletter is HERE

A link to Timberfell is HERE

 

Since this was short on sex, here is where I met Seamus:  Seamus and the Professor

"Here's Some Ass For You!"

 Near Home—June, 2023

It was Sunday.  I was expecting a regular.  He let me know he was having nasty clean out issues and felt he should cancel.  I thanked him for being honest—but was still horned from the things I had hoped to do to / with him.  I knew it would not be as much fun, but I went to the local bookstore to see what trouble I could get into…

 

The moment I walk into the straight video theatre all eyes are on me.  There are half a dozen men here—and they seem restless.  Which I hope will translate to them being horny.  I sit along the side wall and open my fly.  I don’t even have my cock hard before a man my age, in a ball cap and shorts, is on his knees giving me really good head.  He soon comes up for air.  I pull his face into my balls to have him lick them while I lazily jerk my cock.  He moans as he tastes my slightly sweaty sack.

There is a man standing behind me.  He is jerking.  I can hear the ‘squish’ of his hand sliding over his wet cock.  He moves into my range of vison as I begin to jerk.  I assume he wants his cock sucked.  I turn and offer, with a slight nod of my head.  He takes a giant step backward.  He obviously just wants to watch.  The man between my legs finally come up from my balls, knock my hand away from my dick and swallows me down again.  This is too much for the voyeur.  He wastes a huge load of cum all over the floor.

The man on my cock finally senses I will not be giving him a load anytime soon.  He stands up, thanks me, and goes out the door.  A major shift of all the men here happens.  Half the room leaves.  I move to the cocksucker’s chair—as I always feel too close to the screen on the side.  The few men who are left in the room are quite content to simply watch the porn.

I lazily jerk my dick—the porn is quite good, with an Italian looking top who is very Dom and makes the young women he is fucking gape.

The door opens.  A very young man enters.  He must be college age—as I know the desk clerks check ID—but he doesn’t look it. He leans against the wall a foot away from where I am sitting.  It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dimness of the room, but when they do, he looks over at me and gasps.  Literally, the sound of his intake of breath fills the room.  He eyes widen at the sight of my dick.  Then he smiles and unzips. 

I watch him dig into his fly, get past some restrictive underwear, before he pulls out a cock that is almost a mirror image of mine.  It is the same length and girth, the same whiteness of shaft, just it’s cockhead is different.  Instead of my big flared head, his tapers down to a much smaller point.  We grin at each other.  He strokes along with me. Finally, he leans down and whispers, “Would you mind sucking me?”

I just turn and pull him into my mouth.  I really have to oval big not to scrape him with my pronounced canines.  He sighs and seems to love that I spend a lot of time on his piss slit, which is dripping precum constantly.  I also do his balls, stroking his thick shaft lightly while I lick them. 

I go back to deep throating him.  I can hear his breathing change.  Am I really going to get this young stud’s load?

Suddenly, he pulls out of my mouth and grabs at his nuts.  He leans over again and says, “I promised this load to a guy in the arcade with the hottest ass.”  He begins to cram it all back into his pants.  I grin and watch him go out the door…

*

I relax, staying put in the back row.

A regular, a ginger-ish guy in his 40’s who had to have played college football (and is still in good shape) gives me some head. Beefy Linebacker jerks himself relentlessly as he does it.  When his legs tire, I offer to return the favor.

“I don’t want to blow my load.”  BL goes over to the gay cinema instead.

I watch the video.

A man who is a stranger to me comes in.  He stands against the wall—his eyes on my cock and not the movie.  He wrestles with himself a long time before he leans over and hefts my cock (timed to when I stop stroking and take a nonchalant hit from my water bottle.)  He goes to the floor.  He is the least experienced of the cocksuckers tonight, but I like watching his Bermuda shorts tent more and more the longer he sucks me.

He finally takes a breather—and I never see him again.

The door opens one more time.  It is the Bearded Black Top who loves to get blown by young guys.  And who does he have with him, but the young man with the similar dick.  BBT stands near me, leaning against the back wall.  He indicates the young man should get on his knees and service him.  The young man throws a slightly worried glance at me, but does what is expected of him.   He pulls down the basketball shorts BBT is wearing and takes the semi hard cock into his mouth.  The top sighs and ruffles the kid’s hair.  I watch BBT harden up and the young man keeps sucking, throwing an occasional glance at me.  Does he really think sucking dick lowers his top credentials? 

“Suck my friend.”  He pulls the young man off his cock, and gently pushes him in my direction.  The young man crawls between my legs.   I am bigger in both length and girth than the cock he just had in his mouth.  He has to really work not to nick me.  And he seems unhappy at our role reversal.  In a few more moments, he stands up and bolts out the door.   Bearded Black Top goes after him.

I stroke. 

Beefy Linebacker returns and asks to sit next to me.  We both stroke together, sort of seeing who will be the first to suck the other.

Bearded Black Top bursts back into the room.  “Here’s some ass for you to fuck,” he crows.  He leads in a burly younger man with dark hair.  He is easily 6 feet tall, and carries some extra weight.  Beefy Linebacker is agog.

BBT leads the young man to the chair I started in along the side wall.  He tells him to lose his clothes.  He is soon standing naked among four of us.  BBT bends him over the back of the chair and stick his dick in the bottom’s mouth.  No one seems to want to go first, so I get up and move to the pair.  I kneel and rim the bottom’s ass.

“Get your dick in him,” BBT commands.

“You want it bare?” I ask.

“Fuck him raw, just don’t cum in him,” BBT says before the guy can answer.

“Is that what you want?” 

The bottom nods his head, while still sucking the rock hard dick in his mouth.

I stand up, lube myself and slide in.  The kid grunts around the dick in his mouth.

“Fuck him with that big white cock,” BBT orders.  

I fuck until the guy, pulls off the cock in his mouth and asks to go to his knees.  I pull out and let him get situated so he now supported by his arms on the chair’s seat.  Beefy Linebacker has stripped to just socks while I fucked.  He jumps in.  His cock is girthy, if not long.  The bottom groans more loudly now, with no dick in his mouth.  BBT, another older onlooker and I all stroke to the fuck happening at our feet.

“I want to breed you,” BL groans.  “Let me cum in you.”

“No way,” grunts BBT.  The young bottom nods his head.

Beefy Linebacker pulls out and shoots a massive load all over the guy’s ass.  He howls out his orgasm as he does it.  The older guy steps up to the bent over bottom.  I assume it’s to make the kid suck his cock, but I’m too busy kneeling and inserting in the now very wet hole (even if it’s not cummy.)  I begin to plow.   I look up and the older guy covers the bottom’s face with his load.

It looks super-hot, dripping off him, but it is not in Bearded Black Top’s playbook.  He calls a halt to the proceedings.  He and the bottom move to a corner to clean up a little.   I check my cock and there is another issue anyways…I whisper it to BBT as I head out the door to the bathroom…

More Pictures from Before the Blog (Part 3)

 

Here are a few more shots taken before the blog was in existence.

 

This was taken and published by Recon—the fetish website--as I was headed into the Leather Vendor Market.  I am sure they wanted to get the much more photogenic leather man talking to me.

 

I think I may have used this picture in the blog, but it is one of the first times a man took pictures while I fucked his partner—around 2004.  It was my main profile picture for years on Manhunt.  (Is anyone still using Manhunt??)

 

Remember that pic of the hot top eating my ass in an earlier lost pictures post?  This is the next shot in the sequence.  We were at a play party of around 20 men.  He added the blindfold to me, and men took turns sticking their cock in my mouth or their tongue in my ass…

 

I hope you are all having a great weekend.  I’ll be back to posting my next June encounter on Monday. 

Imagine, the man, who was always two months behind on his write ups, now has a lag time of just three weeks…

Gym Built's Balls

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Davis Returns to the Playroom

 My Playroom—May, 2023

I came home tired, but exhilarated, from a really great IML.  (I do think I was not as tired as I would have been had I stayed in the host hotel with all it’s 24/7 temptations.)  I was not planning on playing those last three days of May, but I got an intriguing email.

Davis, a man who came to me for kink play that he could not find anywhere else, made three trips to the playroom in 2021—and then disappeared.  He was back at his parent’s home for a visit.  Could I host him for a day?

I could.

He arrived in the early afternoon.  It’s a drive to get to me, so he spent some time in the shower before we headed downstairs.  I learned we had met as he was finishing up his training in a medically related field—and the job he got had required him to move to a western state.   He hadn’t found many partners out there, but he told me that that had made him a little more versatile…

 

I walk into the playroom.  Davis is kneeling at the end of the fuck bench.  He may be just 30 or a shade more, tall, with a stocky build.  But he has trimmed up since he was last here.  He is kneeling in a jock and socks—and he can’t wait to mash his face into my jock pouch.  He inhales deeply.  This jock had a busy IML—and his groan tells me he appreciates it.   He tongues it for a bit, before he just can’t wait.  He pulls it to the side and takes my hardening cock deep into his throat.  I come to full erection inside him.  Choking him.  Making him reluctantly pull off me.  He pants and takes me down again.

I fuck his face a little.  He relaxes and I go deeper yet.  I pull out, twirling the strands of deep throat spit around my cock shaft.  “Clean that up,” I tell him.  He sucks me clean.  Until I pull more out of his throat.  “Up on the bench; I want to use it for lube.”

Davis scrambles up.  I spread his cheeks apart and smear the deep throat spittle covering my dick up and down his ass crack.  I finger some into his not too tight pucker.  I think about entering him right there—but I just have to rim that plump, full ass.  I go to my knees and explore his wet hole with my tongue.  I hear the poppers open.  He inhales and I go deep, probing his most private place.

I stand up, my lubed cock drooling.  I push into him.  He grunts and takes me quite easily.  He inhales more poppers and I begin a slow in and out.  Over and over.  I finally pull out and move towards his face with my wet cock.

“Please let me taste…”  He doesn’t finish the sentence as I have thrust my dick into his mouth.  He groans—and cleans me thoroughly.  I go right back to his ass and plunge in, with just his spit now for lube.  I fuck him hard, telling him not to take his poppers—to really feel every inch of my rampaging dick. 

He complies.  Whimpering.  And cleans my dick once again.

I sit on the bed, tossing the foam mat for the rimseat on the floor by it.  “Come here, you didn’t get my balls cleaned up.”  Davis kneels on the mat.  He spends long minutes working his tongue over them.  Then under my balls, remembering how I like the feel of a tongue right where my cock ring pulls them down.

I groan and tell him he’s a good boy. 

His response is to go a little lower on my perineum.  He grunts, and tells me how good I taste.  And goes a little farther yet.

“Do you want to rim me?”  This is new—he has never showed any interest in doing this.

He looks up, but stays in position.  “I do—if you like it.”

I simply touch his head and his tongue digs into my asshole for the first time.  And he’s good at it.  I let him go for a bit—and then compliment him on his technique.

“I’ve had to learn to top out where I work—and I found I really love to lick a man’s hole as much as I love having it done to me.”

I grin and push his handsome face back into my ass…

*

We move to the sling.  I am rimming his hole before the first fuck there.  I stand up.  Piss gushes out of my cock, coating his sparsely haired crack.  I kneel and lick it up before standing and plunging into him again.  I fuck.  His eyes riveted to the mirror above.  I pull out and slap my cock on the mound of his jock.  I pick up my phone and snap some pictures.

We break.   He asks if he can eat my ass in the sling.  I hop in and he licks my entire ass crack, up and down, before burrowing into my hole.  I close my eyes, and let him do what he wants.  When he slows down, we reverse.  I eat his hole some more. 

I stand up.  “You said in your email you wanted to be tied down in the sling.”

Davis nods.

“While I have some rope, I like this better.”  I pull out a box of clear plastic wrap used for leftovers.  I work, winding it over his chest and securing him in place on the sling.  The wrap clings to itself securely.  I cover his crotch with the film, too.  I wrap it so his thighs are fastened to the D rings at the bottom of the sling.  I add restraints to his wrists and fasten them to the sling chains above his head.   He can’t move.  Nor does he want to.  He begins to pant. 

I have left his ass crack open.  I start by pissing on it.  I splash some up onto his stomach.  Davis is so thoroughly covered that he can feel the heat but not the wetness.  It pours off him onto the towel below.  I lick up what is on his ass.

I fit my blindfold over his eyes.  I go back and toy with his hole.  Just my fingertips, teasing him.  Slowly, I change to my dick.  The head of my cock prods him and plays with his puffy ass lips.  Eventually, I slip into his well fucked hole and give him my full cock. 

Hard and fast.

Slow and easy.

More piss, right on his crack.

And a hard, chain rattling, fuck.

We break.  I cut him loose. 

I suggest the rimseat.  I make him go under first.  He has never had anyone sit on his face before.  He acquits himself well. 

I get up and fuck him, with his legs on my shoulders as he lies there.  He whimpers with each stroke.  I pull out and sit back on his face.  His tongue has found new energy in its attack.

Of course, we reverse it, too.  I want to really get deep in his wet fuck hole.  I feast on it as he groans out his pleasure.  My cock is rampant.

It’s time to breed.  We both know it.  We go to the sling.  I want to see his face as I shoot.

I fuck for a bit.  One last piss rinse of his crack.  A quick lick before I slip into him and fuck.

I am suddenly there, with the taste of my piss still on my tongue.  I grab the bars above me and let my balls empty into this man half my age.  I let my cock marinate in his ass for a long time.  It barely softens, but enough that if begins to slip out.  I go to my knees and taste the few drops of cum that escape with it.  I leave the rest of the load for him…

 

Davis’ first three visits were published on the following dates (linked to here.)

December17, 2021

June27, 2021

June5, 2021

IML 2023: The Piss Party (an Addendum)

 

Chicago—May, 2023

 

There is another story from the piss party.  One that didn’t make the cut. 

After all, in a room crowded with around 70 men for four to five hours, I couldn’t possible see everything or even remember it all if I did—and it would take up way too many pages of the blog.  I always write what were the highlights for me during a big event.

But—the moment I handed in my clothes to the coat check otter I went to the bar to fill up my water bottle.  Everywhere there were men in cloth jocks, neoprene gear or just totally naked (but with something on their feet, a house rule.)  I filled the bottle, turned and bumped into a very good-looking man dressed in a suit and tie.

We nodded to each other.  We have had men before who have stayed dressed to be covered in piss, but usually a tee-shirt and jeans or sweatpants.  My mind raced at turning the crisp lines of his suit into a sodden mess, thoroughly piss soaked.

Well, that was not his intention at all.  He loosened his tie after the first hour.  He opened his fly and fucked a number of lucky bottoms, being careful not to be piss splashed.  I really wanted to hose him down every time I saw him, but he’d made it clear to someone else, in my hearing, that he really didn’t want that. 

Well, damn.

There is a great story from this group, that happened before I was going.  Supposedly a regular at the piss party was a groomsman in a wedding—and arrived to the bar in his rented tux.  He knelt in his pristine clothes and invited everyone to cover him with piss.  Which they did.  When the jacket became a soggy mess, he took it off so the white shirt could be covered as well.  Then the pants, the patent leather shoes and the tall dress socks.  All were taken off him sopping wet and wrung out into either his mouth or over the guys in the pool (depending on who is telling the story.)  At the end of the event, he got dressed in his dry workday clothes which he’d checked, bagged the soggy, wet mess of his tux in a clear plastic bag and returned it to the rental agency.  I doubt he got his deposit back…

I am sorry I missed it.