Wednesday, July 3, 2024

Fornication Weekend 2024 Part Two: The Bukakke

 


Timberfell Resort—June, 2024

Thursday was the first official day for Fornication Weekend.  I had a lazy morning at my motel.  I made notes about yesterday and read a little.  I intended to arrive at the campground at 11, right as registration opened.

I did just that, after finally finding parking.  I made my way to the office, dodging the vendors as they set up a tented booth by the entrance.  I rounded the corner of the office. The pool was packed with naked men of every age and description, some here for the day, some here for the weekend.  I got my day pass on the computer (thankful for the fan who had showed me how yesterday.)  I moved to the Fornication booth to sign in there, too.  I was ready to flash my Fornication ticket, feeling proud I had figured out how to get it downloaded to my phone. I didn’t need it.  I was checked in and handed my own bag of sponsor goodies—one of the ones I helped stuff yesterday.

The first true event on the agenda was a GangBangGuys shoot—a bukkake of content creator Mack Mahoney.  (He had helped with the goodie bags yesterday—and it had taken me a little time to figure out that the cute guy opening the folded bags I had just stamped with the logo, was potentially going to be covered with my jizz the next day.)  I stayed and chatted with Ray’s assistant for a bit, seeing if there was anything I could do to be helpful.

Just before noon I went up the hill to read my book.  I sat on the steps that lead up to the camp bar.  This is also the building where the camp play area is located.  I had seen it yesterday with one of my fans who’d met me as I signed in.  He’d shown me some improvements he wanted to make to the place.  It was still a dark, dank room under the balcony of the bar.  It had a sling, fuck bench and a few gloryholes.  A television showing porn was running.  There were a few low platforms on which to sit or fuck.  Before I sat to eat, I had checked if anyone was inside it. The place was deserted.

I read and realized I was being cruised by a half-naked, very hairy, bear down the hill.  He came over and we chatted.  He looks very much like my f-bud Kieran, the married cocksucker.  And this guy wanted the same thing—to get that bulge in my khaki shorts hard and swallowed down his throat.  I told him I was about to shoot a video and needed my cum.  He volunteered to help.

“What do they call it?  Fluffing.  I could be your fluffer.”

I told him if he wanted to suck on me for a bit, that would be great.  I just won’t be giving him a load.  He agreed.  We went into the play area.  He was already shirtless.  He stepped out of his shorts, naked and hard.  I did the same—so I was in boots and a jock.  He knelt and took me in his mouth.  I hardened up—and choked him.  He was delighted.  He sucked, he licked my balls, he deep throated my full length.  We moved so he could sit on one of the platforms.  I just let him suck me while he jerked his own diminutive cock.  He had a very talented mouth.

He begged for my cum.  I reminded him what I had told him.  As it was close to 1pm, I got dressed and headed up to the pavilion on the hill behind the pool…

 

The shoot is setting up.  There is a hot man asking the knot of a dozen men or so who wants to participate.  I have brought two forms of ID, thinking they will need them.  They don’t.  The guy simply separates us into two groups:  those who want to be filled from the waist down and those that don’t mind showing their faces.  I am in the second group.  I strip down to jock and boots and wristband, swigging from my water bottle.

The producer is the camera man.  He is talking to Mack about how to start.  The ground here has been covered with gravel.  Mack has knee pads and thinks he will be fine.  And it is certainly a better solution than the ugly piece of thick cardboard they have found as a potential kneeling spot.  Sir Kirk arrives with a padded bench.  They decide to use it later.

“Let’s start with those who will be showing their face.”

Four of us line up. 

Sir Kirk is in this group.  He is dressed in a variation of his uniform most of the weekend.  The cod piece is gone and his large cock is hard and ready. There is also a very hot, tatted man in his 50’s, with massive arms.  He is naked but for shoes.  A mostly naked younger man, in his 30’s, rampant and ready, stands next to me.

Mack kneels in front of us.  He is in a designer jock.  His glorious ass is perfectly framed.  And off limits.  The camera starts on his butt and pans upwards.  The four of us all take a step closer to him.  Sir Kirk is first in his mouth.  Sir Kirk is very vocal adding to the heat of the moment.  Mack takes him.  Hungrily. 

In moments, Massive Arms moves in and replaces Sir Kirk in his mouth.  Mack sucks—and spends some time on his tight balls, licking and spitting.  Mack pulls off him and leans towards me.  He is eager to taste my drooling cock.  I let him set his own speed.  But I can’t resist grabbing the sides of his head and face fucking him.

I pull out and my hand touches the shoulder of the young man who hasn’t had any attention yet, urging him towards Mack.  Mack devours him and the young man groans out his pleasure.

The semi-circle gets a little tighter, always leaving room for the camera man.  Mack takes all us in sequence once again. 

The bench is moved into place by Sir Kirk.  Mack lies down, his head over the end of the bench.   Sir Kirk fucks his gaping mouth.  Mack is moaning, as the big cock plunders him.  Sir Kirk grunts—and shoots, covering Mack’s face and mouth.  Sir Kirk wipes up the cum on Mack’s cheek with his spent dick and gets it into Mack’s greedy mouth.

This really excites Massive Arms.  He moves in to fuck Mack’s mouth.   He mutters something—and in moments is firing off the second load on Mack’s handsome face.  Mack cleans his cock—wanting every drop of his jizz.

As the two spent men step away, Cooper Ray moves in.  I have my cock in Mack’s mouth, but I step aside so the new man can have a turn in Mack.  His long, uncut cock snakes down Mack’s throat.

The young man replaces Cooper.  He fucks Mack’s mouth and throat.  He is close.  He pulls out and let’s me take another turn.

“I’m gonna shoot.”

I pull out and the young man shoots his seed all over Macks’s wet face.  I am actually close.  I do a quick pump and erupt.  The young man’s last spurt hits at the same time as mine starts.  Mack catches all the spewing seed.  I use my super sensitive cock to mop it into his mouth.  He takes a moment to clean every drop of jizz from my still drooling dick…

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The shoot went on with the next set of men.  I signed Mack’s GangBangGuys T-shirt, as he wanted the signatures of all the men who gave him loads.  I reminded Sir Kirk to sign—and told him how hot his exposed ass was as he bent to add his signature.  He graciously allowed me to lick it…

I went off and had my lunch.  They were still filming when I was done.  I have no idea how many men shot...

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Below are the platforms the content creators in this post use.  It is possible that Massive Arms is a content creator, too.  If anyone sees the video and knows who he is, I will be happy to add his info to this post…

 


Mack Mahoney

X: mackmahoneyxxx

IG: yungfaithhealer

JFF: mackmahoneyxxx

OF: mackmahoneyxxx

 


Sir Kirk

X: www.x.com/The_Sir_Kirk

IG: @The_Sir_Kirk

JFF: @The_Sir_Kirk

OF: @The_Sir_Kirk

 

 


 Cooper Ray

X: www.twitter.com/CooperRayXXX

IG: @cooperrayx

JFF: @cooperrayxxx

OF: @cooperrayxxx

Monday, July 1, 2024

Fornication Weekend 2024 Part One: The Trip and Arrival

Home—June, 2024

So, it was time for Fornication Weekend.  With the drive I had to make, it really became Fornication Week.  I packed the car on Monday night, June 17.  This year I was at a hotel 19 miles from the campground (the closest city with better motels.)  I had made my reservations a little later this year, and by the time I knew I could go, all the lodging at the camp was full.  And I wasn’t spending the weekend roasting in my tent.  I packed my tea kettle, books, lube, two sets of boots and jocks along with the usual clothes, etc.  I took the sling.  I put the rimseat in the car—and then took it out again.  I’d barely used it last year and I wanted to travel a little lighter.

I was up early and hit the road before 9 am on the 18th.  Today I was headed to Lexington, KY, a little over halfway there.  The drive was easy.  But hot.  We were just starting that week of higher than usual June temperatures.  I got to Lexington in the middle of the afternoon. Hot and tired.  I had chosen Lexington because it had a bookstore…and I knew that a day of driving to a sex event would likely make me randy…

 

Lexington, KY—June, 2024

The video store is easy to fine—basically on the same street as my hotel.  I go in.  They have both an arcade and a theatre.  I choose the theatre, of course.  It is small.  Three rows of very comfortable seats on the left. And a leather couch on the right.  There are two chairs against the back wall on the side of the couch.  I sit in the middle row of seats.  The porn is adequate and straight.  I idly wonder, with only the one room, if they have an all-male day on some day of the week.  I take my cock out.

A man comes in.  He looks to be half my age.  He sits at the back behind the couch.  I hear his zipper open.  He glances around and suddenly sees me.  He literally gasps in surprise.  “I am so sorry,” he stutters as he stands, trying to stuff his package back in his pants and zip it up at the same time.  “I will leave you to it.”  He is out the door, letting it bang behind him.

I stroke.

The video gets better. 

The door opens again.  A different man comes in.  He is likely my age or a little younger.  He nods.  I nod.  He unzips and takes out his cock.  I can’t really see it.

He makes a comment on the dick up on the screen.

I agree with him.

A long pause.

“You need help with that big dick?”

“Sure…”

He comes and sits next to me.  He’s really very handsome, dark blond hair—still full on his head, his forearms and, with his open shirt, his chest.  He reaches for my dick.  I am anticipating the clench and pull, that men so often do, but his hand encircles me gently.  It feels great.  He strokes.  He adds some spit.  It feels even better.  I can see the ache in his eyes.  He is struggling on whether to suck me or not.  He gives in.  He leans down and takes me into his mouth.  He groans.  A groan that almost turns into a whimper.

He pulls off me.  Panting.  He goes to his knees to get a better angle.  And he begins to suck me in earnest.  I ruffle his hair and tell him he’s doing a good job.  And he is.  Not superlative, but very nice.  He is definitely cock hungry.

“Lick my balls.”

He does.  For a brief second.  He can’t stay off the shaft.  And my cock head, which is beginning to drip.

“Let me know when you’re going to shoot…”

He’s one of those—he is now spitting to the side regularly.  If he won’t swallow my precum, he certainly won’t take my load.  Any chance I might have shot a load quickly recedes. 

And his knees are soon tired.  He gets up.  Thanks me.  And leaves.

I stay another thirty minutes, but no one else arrives.  I decide the Dutch crime drama I have been watching on PBS Passport will be a better use of my evening…

 


Bull’s Gap, TN—June, 2024

I leave earlier the next day.  I am making great time.  Until The traffic stops dead.  There is an accident and it shuts down I-75 for a full hour as it covers both southbound lanes.  I sit in the now baking heat.

We eventually get going, but I don’t hit a normal road speed until I get well into Tennessee.  I find the hotel easily.  It’s even better than I expected and will be worth the commute into the campground.  I unpack, relax for bit, and decide to see if I can if I can help with the set up at the campground.

 

Timberfell Resort—June, 2024

It takes really no time at all to get the few extra miles to Timberfell.  Parking is crowed—but I eventually find a place.  I head to the pool area.  It is quite full.  Men of every age, but skewing younger this year with all the content creators.  I check in with Ray Dalton’s right-hand man.  It being the day before it all starts, he doesn’t have our check-in materials yet.  I step over to the new automated system to buy my campground day pass.  I have three resident campers surround me.  They remember me from last year—which makes me smile.

“Hello, Mr.Wolfe.”  (He actually remembered my porn name??!!)

“Glad you’re back…”  says the second.

“Let me show you how this goes…it’s tricky.”  (He’s right.  I am glad the third man shows me how to register—as I’ll have to do it daily this year.)

We chat a little more.  I tell them that I am here for the whole weekend.

“With your sling?”

I nod and they go off.  I tell Ray’s assistant, who I’d gotten to know quite well last year, I was available to help.  We go off to the huge, enclosed seating area at the other end of the pool, where there is a bar and some food service.   


There are boxes everywhere, covering the tables.
  We unpack them.  They are all free samples from the various sponsors for the event.

We find the hand stamp that says Fornication Weekend.  It is my job to stamp the brown bags before they get stuffed.  Several of the men from GangBangGuys help fill the bags.  They have a couple of events where they are looking for tops.  I make a mental note to find out more.

We work into the evening, filling 300 of them and then carrying them to the registration tent.  


I am now ready to head back to the hotel.  I say my goodbyes and head toward my car.  I make a quick tour of the play area, but no one is there.  I know I will be getting plenty of sex the next few days, I can take a night off…

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As this introduction of things to come was light on sex, here is a reprint of my final fuck of David Benjamin at my first Fornication Weekend.  And there are a couple of pictures of us…