Fornication Weekend: The Party Continues (Conclusion)

 Rural Tennessee—June, 2023

 

(This picks up right where we left off…)

The porn guys are in the tent.   And suddenly there is sex happening everywhere.  The regular guys are beginning to lose their inhibitions.  Some still only watch—but many, many more are now playing in the slings, at the table or just on their knees.

While I am helping the guy with the long beard and the very white ass out of the sling, I notice a young, well built Black guy.  He is mid 30’s and shirtless, but wearing shorts. He watches me get another man in the sling—someone rather large, so it takes a moment to get him settled comfortably.  I rim and fuck—and the younger guy is wide eyed, watching every move I make.

When the guy in the sling calls for a breather, I help him out.  He gives me a huge bear hug and moves off to watch Jordi plow ass.

 I turn to the newcomer.  “Do you want to get in?”

He shakes his head.  “I don’t think I could.”

I shrug and he turns and moves off to where Seamus is surrounded by men watching him fuck.

I fuck another bearish man, who is more than happy to show off to the assembled crowd.

And guess who’s back and watching…

The bear thanks me and takes off.  I turn once more to the shy one.  He swallows hard and pushes his shorts down around his ankles.  He is in a jock that contrasts beautifully with his deep skin tone.  I get him into the sling.  His ass is wonderfully round and plump.  I spread his cheeks and begin to rim.  He gasps, unprepared for how good it feels.  I have to make myself stop rimming and fuck—I could stay down there for easily twice as long.  He has his eyes tightly closed, blocking out the crowd.  My dick pushes against his wet hole.  Here he is a total natural, his ass flowers open and takes me to the hilt in one easy move.

I fuck him for a very long time.   Bearded Hairy Cub comes back to work the man’s nipples as I continue to plow.  Finally, he asks for a break.  As I get him up, he says “I really loved your tongue.  I don’t get that very often.”

“You have a great ass to lick—maybe you should get on the rimseat.”  I gesture to the set up next to me.  But that is too much.  He grabs his shorts and quickly disappears into the crowd.

“I’d love to be on the chair,” BHC says.

“Sure.” 

As we move to it, the man I started with, who had a load up his butt, comes back.  “Can I join?”

I tell them I want one on my dick and one on my face.  And to switch if they feel like it.  The once loaded guy sits on my dick the moment I lie down.  He is already riding me enthusiastically as BHC sits down on the seat.  He gasps as my tongue goes so deep into him.  I can hear him jerking his sizeable dick.  I lick and spit and drill into the hairy ass above me.  Suddenly, they both stand up.  The short man sits on my face, his ass dripping.  BHC takes my dick for the first time.

“Fuck!” he groans.  “That’s a lot of cock…”

But he takes it.  He is soon riding me as energetically as the other man.  I think that the guy on my face has gotten another load since he was last with me.   Something sweet and salty is certainly seeping out of him and down my throat.  I poke my tongue repeatedly into his puffy ass lips, hoping for more.

We break.  I fuck BCH for the first time in the sling.  I love watching his face as he takes me—going from apprehensive to full out bliss.  In the next two hours, he comes back for more regularly…

*

The way my sling is situated, I can watch the entire room.  I have seen Eden fuck a number of men on the picnic table.  He’s back there now.  A hot Latin looking man puts Eden on his back and fucks him.  I have just gotten a bear out of my sling—and I want the contrast of going from big and hirsute to that small, slim man.  I go over, as he is putting his leather cap back on.

“Would you like to try out my sling?”

He would.  He jumps up into it.  Ankles in stirrups and I am on my knees, feasting on his freshly fucked hole.  I hear him groan.  He has a hole that keeps me there for a long time.  I actually stop lubing myself up and don’t touch my dick as I continue to eat him out.

But suddenly that switch goes off in my head.  I need to fuck.  I need to sink my cock into his ass. I stand.  My engorged dick lies on his cock and balls—it looks massive on his slight, slender body.  I push in, slowly.  Eden flowers open.  I sink into him.  Pause.  And fuck.  Slow and rhythmic.  He is now pushing himself onto me, to meet each stroke.  He moans and babbles a little, lost in lust.  It’s a wonderful fuck…but I also know he needs to get back to the others in the crowd.  I slow down, pull out and bend to clean up his hole of all his leaking ass jizz with my tongue…

*

A good-looking man, maybe 20 years younger than I, has been my main meal companion.  In conversation, he let me know he has never been in a sling.  I had told him every gay man owed it to himself to try it out at least once—on either or both sides of it.  And here he is, watching me fuck a big bear.  I finish up, help the bear out and turn to my meal companion.

“Ready?”

He is.  He gets in, with more ease than I expect.  He likes the roominess of my wider leather sling.  He likes the support.  How supported his legs feel.  He really likes the feeling of my tongue in his spread ass.  Soon enough my cock is inching its way into him.  His face becomes a mask of pleasure with his eyes open, but I don’t think he is seeing me.  He is lost in the heat of cock and ass.  I fuck him a little harder—and then slow down to a steady, long dicking.  He comes back to reality and grins…totally won over…

*

I have a momentary lull.   I go find Seamus.  He is on his knees sucking two great dicks belonging to two full dressed men.  I wait and watch.  When the guys move on, I ask if he wants a fuck.  He does. 

I have wanted this man back in my sling from the moment we met in the Professor’s bedroom a few years ago.  And here he is, deftly getting his own ankles into the stirrups with no help from me.  I kneel and feast on his well-used butt.  He has been shooting content all day and is now fucking and getting fucked here.  I wish I had his energy, I think, as I tongue his now slightly puffy ass lips.  He strokes his big cock as I lick and spit into him.

I stand and sink into him.  I can’t stop smiling as we fuck.  He jerks his big dick, but never forgets to milk my cock.  I know this is where I want to drop my load.  But not yet.  There is too much more to do.  I slowly stop and tell him to find me later if he wants to sit on the rimseat.  I know he’s in demand.  He goes off to man the sling across from me…

*

I have a second or even third time with many of the men I’ve already fucked.  The man with the long beard and pale ass from the amateur shoot arrives back, now in full leather and carrying a glass of wine.  His ass is just as responsive now as then—and creamier…

*

It’s getting late.  The crowd is dwindling.  As I’m helping a man out of the sling, Seamus is at my shoulder.  “Hungry?” he asks.  I am.  We go to the rimseat.  His hole is wide open and soon dripping with my spit and his ass jizz.  I think I hear him happily sucking someone’s cock as I eat out this hole that has had such a workout this weekend. 

Suddenly he stands up.  He moves to ride me.  Not for long.  Just few more strokes on my cock, and then he’s back on my face, knowing just what gets me off…

*

Ray announces that time is dwindling he has drawn the name of the man who will get a bukkake from the porn guys.  Well, the guy is no longer here.  He draws again.  And once more.  We have a winner—the short, hairy guy who was my first fuck.  They get him into a sling of Ray’s and lower the back, so his head is waist high.  The four of them surround his head and stroke and stroke.  It’s not going to happen.  It’s a lot to ask to make men shoot on cue who have been fucking for 2.5 hours straight.  Ray decides all four will fuck him.  Jordi, Ray, Eden, Seamus plow him hard.   And repeat.  Hard and fast.  The recipient is loving this.  I am roped in as his final fuck.  We send him home very happy.

But I still need to get off.  I grab Seamus.  “Want a load?”

“Of course.”

I get him in my sling.   I lick his hole briefly.  I taste the hole we both just fucked on his cock before I slide into Seamus.  I fuck.  For a moment I wonder if I can get off after all this myself, but then, suddenly I am there.    The highlights of the night flash by me. 

I grab the top of the sling frame.

I begin to spurt.

The roar of my orgasm fills the tent…

*

I fucked for just over three hours.

I realized my small bottle of lube, always in the waistband of my jock, was entirely empty.  Now there’s a sign of a Great Night…