Wednesday, June 28, 2023

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

2 comments:

  1. How does one get invited to these parties? Ray is also a really awesome man. I have only met him once but it is something I will never forget.

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    1. It is a paid admission. Use the link to the newsletter, click on one of the parties, and it will give you info.

      I do enjoy being around Ray. And he picks the porn men with care--making sure they share his vibe.

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