The Fourth Fizzles

It's back to normal here at From My Side of the Sling.  This will self post as I start my return trip from Fornication Weekend to home. 

Near Home—July, 2025

I was at loose ends for the Fourth of July.  The family in Michigan was off to the cottage in Northern Michigan.  My brother was busy.  I decided to drop in at the bookstore.  I have had really good luck there on days you might not think would be busy—like Black Friday after Thanksgiving and the day after Christmas.

I found the cocksucking couple. And one other man.  Shaved Head sucked me.  Shy One sucked me immediately after.  It had been a little time sine he had gotten down on my dick and it was great to have his hot mouth on me once more.  Shaved Head came back for round two before the two of them admitted defeat and went home.  No one else had shown up.

I think the last guy may have sucked me, as well.  I really have no recollection of him.  But “one other guy” is in my notes.  No one else arrived—and soon I was alone in the place.  The porn was good, and I went home after the one video had finished.

**

I went back the next day.  It had to be better, right?  Guys needing sex after a day with family…

 

There are two men sitting across from the restroom, the chairs for guys who want to talk and not have sex.  And they are talking.  Loudly.  About non-sexual things.  The other three men in the room, along with myself can’t escape their evisceration of Costco, their day at the gay campground and what Mom fixed for the Fourth.

I try to stroke.  I am the only man with his dick out.

The door opens.  It is Kieran, the married cocksucker.  I’m surprised.  This is not a day he’s usually available.  He nods a greeting to me and sits down on the chair to my right.  He grimaces at the two talkers, but he’s soon hungry for dick.  He looks at me and I nod.  He gets on his knees (he’s brought some small squares of foam to kneel on, to cushion his bad knees.)  It does the trick.  He’s able to stay on me longer than usual.  But he can’t quite get me over the edge.  (It’s the damn talkers!!)

There is a really hot man sitting against the wall.  He loves watching me get worked on.  He unzips and his hand disappears inside his walking shorts.  I know I want to help him with that, when Kieran is done with me.  I close my eyes, hoping it might help block the talkers—but no.  When I open them, the hot guy has vanished.

Kieran gives up.  He can’t get me off and his knees are hurting now.  He leaves to go meet the wife. 

Suddenly it’s quiet.  The talkers have stopped.  One has left.  The more obnoxious sounding one gets up and sits next to me.  He strokes his dick with his right hand and holds onto mine with his left.  Just holds it.  It gets him off.  I have no inclination to taste his cum.  At all.

He leaves.

No one else looks promising.

I wait.

No new arrivals.

Dinner sounds better than porn….and I take off…

**

Well, this is the trouble in reporting the truth. 

Not a hot read today—but one that you might have experienced, too. 

I have decided to post a few pics to redeem two days of less than exciting sex.

Re-Post: Fornication Weekend 2024 Part Four: The Amateur Shoot

 Timberfell Resort—June, 2024

Friday was another hot day.  I stayed at the motel for the morning and wrote up the post which became Hitting the Target.  After hitting the publish button, I made some tea and went to the campground.  I was hydrating as there was a piss party scheduled in the shower area near the pool.  It ended up being cancelled, which was just as well; no matter how hard I tried to hydrate, it all came out in sweat with the temperatures in the high eighties, touching 90 by mid-afternoon.

In the afternoon, I went to a lecture/discussion on, among other things, consent.  But my mind was on the upcoming amateur shoot later that day.  It had been fun last year, but with all the content creators around I was expecting it to be even better this year.  

I showed up at the pavilion tent just before 5pm to get the paper work done.  I stripped down to boots and jock.  Three slings were set up.  There were three camera men, one of whom was one of my campground fans.  It was a great assortment of men as you can see from the picture.  A few pointers were given to us about things like hand placement so as not to get in the way of the shot, etc.  And we began, with Ray egging us on…

 

I make instant eye contact with one of the men I fucked last year.  He’s one of the guys who was glad to see me when I arrived on Wednesday.  We grab the farthest sling.  He jumps in and I kneel, my tongue finding his hole.  He is in good shape, with a wonderfully furry chest, and a jock with a string tie.  I lube up as I eat him out.  He moans—and I stand up.  His friend is right there with the camera.  I enter him, just my big flared head popping into his wet hole.  I wait a second…and inch in.

“Fuck me!”

I begin, slowly, to fuck in and out.  In moments his hole is ready for a faster fuck.  I am soon slamming into him, making the sling frame squeak.  I lock eyes with him and keep up the pace.  I can see the effect of each of my fuck strokes in his face.  He keeps nodding, which makes me fuck a little harder still.

I glance around.  All three slings are busy.  In the middle one I see Sir Kirk working over Robbie Prescott.  I make a mental note I want Robbie’s ass before the day is done.  There are also men doing oral behind us—others watch the action happening in the slings.  It is a wonderful carnal energy.

I fuck a little longer.  I finally slap his ass and help him out of the sling.  Logan Grant is right there watching us.  He hops in.  I eat his hole, I think taking him by surprise that I’m rimming.  He groans, telling me how good it feels.  I stand up and slide into him.  His eyes widen as my full length stretches him open.  Our eyes lock.  I love looking into them as I fuck.  Another guy beats his hard cock on Logan’s hairy chest as I fuck…

*

I relinquish the sling to a younger top and his bottom. 

I move around.  I find Frank Bottoms, in the sling at the other end.  Someone has just pulled out of his ass, leaving it very wet.  He nods to me and I go to my knees and lick out his ass.  He moans and calls me a dirty pig.  I love his ‘high mileage’ hole.  It has seen a lot of cock in it—which makes my cock even harder as I take his pronounced ass lips into my mouth.  I spit some of his juices back into him and stand up.  Frank loves my cock.  He moans and tells me to keep on fucking him.  My hands find his ample pecs.  I work his nipples as my cock rams into him.

I pull out and let another man take over on Frank.  Sir Kirk has left Robbie panting in the middle sling.  I move in.  I am eating his hole before Robbie even knows I’m there.  He moans.  He smiles as I stand up and enter him.  It’s a talented ass.  He squeezes down on me in a welcoming way—and lets it go slack as I begin to fuck into him.  He has a wonderfully expressive face, letting me know just how much he loves my dick inside him.  I fuck and fuck—and stop only as I see there are other men eager to get into him.

I spot what I believe to be a couple.  They are likely my age.  The top, in his cowboy hat, is fucking his well-maintained partner.  This hot blond is bent over, holding onto the poles of a sling frame.  I have seen other men taking a turn in the blond as Cowboy Hat strokes to it.  I go over.  CH is plowing into him.  I nod.  He pulls out.  I clean his cock.  He grins and says “He wants your dick…”

I don’t need to be asked twice.  I push into the well-used hole.  He grunts his approval of my cock.  Cowboy Hat watches every stroke, working his own dick.  I fuck him hard—my hips slapping into his full ass.  The noise fills the pavilion.  I know we must be getting close to the end.  Other guys have shot and dropped out.  I wouldn’t mind loading this ass.  Cowboy Hat moves in—he wants to fuck the blond again.  “You really opened him up,” he smiles as he sinks into the blond…

*

I move to the middle sling.  Robbie is still there, but he is now face down in it, still fully supported by the sling, with his knees wrapped around the straps.  It looks uncomfortable, but he seems to love it—just as much as the young man fucking him incredibly hard.

I am joined by the first guy I railed.  He leans against the sling stand, watching Robbie, his ass jutting out for me to use.  I fuck him, also watching Robbie be take the guy’s dick.  In moments, the young man in Robbie is cumming.  His body shakes with every spurt.

I tell Robbie to stay there.  My camp follower on camera is right beside us as I begin to felch the load.  He even touches my head so I can pull back and give the viewers a better look at the cum dripping out of Robbie.

I stand up.  I know this is just what I need.

“You gonna breed me, too…? whispers Robbie.

I grunt out an affirmative.  My dick is pushing into the wet jizz I didn’t lick out.  My dick thrusts sound very wet. I fuck.  Hard and fast.

I pull out to taste the frothed cum.  The moment my tongue touches it, I know I’m ready to breed.  I stand back up and sink as deep as possible into slim little Robbie.  My cock fires off a load that doesn’t seem to stop…

*

There are pictures and twitter info on some of the pornsters here, on the original post.

Re-Post: Fornication Weekend Sunday 2022: 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 Benjamin 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 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.

*

The original, with some pics of David and me after the fuck, are here.

David Benjamin

D

Re-post: Fornication Weekend 2023: 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…

The original post is here.

Seamus

    

Dane Hardon

Re-post: Fornication Weekend 2022: The Sunday Group Finale

I am off for an abbreviated Fornication Weekend.  I am reposting moments from the three Fornication Weekends I have attended while I'm gone. 

Rural Georgia—June, 2022

 

That Sunday night, there was one final gathering at the small play space.  It was to be hosted by RC and Dallas.  It was called a cocksucking party, and there was some of that, but anal sex was on almost every man’s mind…

 

I arrive at the cabin right on time—and there are men waiting.  Ready and stroking.  There are number of new men who are just here for the day.  I ditch my shorts and shirt under the bench by the door.  RC Carter and Dallas Steele arrive.  Instantly men surround them.  And then Ray Dalton walks in, his thick cock poking out of the side of his green jock.  He sees me on the bench, pushing my clothes into the ‘no cum zone.’  He walks over and asks if I’d like to suck him.  I stretch wide and try.  Damn, I feel like I can’t cover my teeth so as not scrape to that thick cock head.  I finally give up and send him to a guy who has given me great head all weekend.

Ethan, the hot assed Asian, who is in the cabin across from my tent, comes over and sucks me.  He is on all fours as I sit there, so I can’t take my eyes off his ass.  This afternoon, he was voted Best Ass in a contest by the pool—and I have to say he got my vote.  He slurps away at my dick, then looks up.  “Fuck me later?”

I nod.

I note that RC is alternating between giving head and receiving it.  He moves a little slower now, as this extra busy weekend winds down.  He is hard and focused on the men surrounding him.  Dallas is in the corner getting his feet worshipped by the host of that dinner party I attended—just as he’d done my feet.  Ethan grins and moves onto another dick.

I get up and wander into the sling room.  I watch Ray fucking an older man.  I let two men take turns sucking on my cock.  When I look back at Ray, he is now fucking Ethan, not in the sling, but braced against the wall.  Both are groaning loudly.  I wander to the room with the fuckbench.  Dallas is there plowing a day-pass man.  The guy is Black, tall and thin and likely 50.  His hair is cropped close.  And he is talking filth as Dallas fuck him.

I notice a couple who has attended all the gatherings.   The active one is a younger cub while his stroke-only partner is a big bear.  The Bear whispers in my ear: “Fuck my boy.  He’s wanted your dick all weekend.”

Do I tell him I fucked him on Saturday night?  Naw, I just nod.  I bend the Cub over so he can hold on to the guy on the bench being fucked by Dallas.  I eat him out briefly and fuck him hard.   Dallas catches my eye and we fall into fucking in the same rhythm, our pelvises smacking the bare asses in front of us at the same time.  All four of men are groaning at the sex—both the feel and the visual of it.  The Bear strokes—in utter happiness as I use his boy…

*

I am fucking the tall thin Black guy in the main room as he holds onto one of the backs of the old pews.  But my eyes are now focused on a young man, 30-ish, with shoulder length long hair and a beard that hasn’t been cut or trimmed since his puberty began.  Ray is sucking his cock.  I hear the hairy guy tell Ray he wants his ass.  Ray hasn’t given it up (that I know of) all weekend.  Hairy Guy takes Ray out of sight into the sling room.  I look down at the guy I’m fucking.  He heard it, too.  We wind down our fuck as we both want to go into the sling room to watch.

Ray is bent over, chest on the sling.  Hairy Guy is fucking him with authority.  There are half a dozen men stroking to the porn star taking dick.  One of them is Ethan.  I am right next to Hairy Guy.  He slows.  I go to my knees.  He pulls out of Ray—and I suck his just above average cock clean of all Ray’s ass juices.  I glance up.  Hairy Guy’s eyes are wide.  He tells me I should fuck Ray with my bigger dick.

I eat Ray’s hole briefly.  Hairy Guy already has his dick up Ethan.  I stand up and sink in.  HG has opened him perfectly for me.   I have wanted to fuck Ray ever since I saw him in Dick Wadd’s Piss Break.  I fuck his accommodating hole.  It’s a good get-acquainted-with-my-cock fuck.  But he’s bent low for tall me.  Ray feels it, too.   

We move, so Ray can brace himself against the wall, ass jutted towards me.  I slip back in.  It’s perfect.  The angle is just right.  We fuck.  Hard.  His ass never stops milking me.  His moans are music to my ears.  And he calls me a ‘filthy fucker’ which makes me very proud…

*

I have just finished fucking Ethan’s beautiful butt.  RC leads Dallas into the room.  “You will love this dick,” he tells Dallas, gesturing to me.  Dallas reminds him that he had me on Friday night.  But we both want a re-match, now that he can relax.  Dallas gets in the sling.  RC works his nipples and watches me eat out Dallas’ ass.  I enter him.  Inch by Inch.

“Give it to him,” mumbles RC.

I bottom out, my pubes grinding into his muscle ass. 

Pause. 

And fuck.  Slow and steady. 

Dallas jerks a bit—then stops and just enjoys the ride.  I pick up speed.

“I think he’s gonna breed him,” says someone in the room.

And it’s true.  I could.  I try to push that thought away, but I can’t.

I want to shoot in this hot man. 

And suddenly I am.  Jizz spits out of my cock.

I pause.

I pull out and go to my knees.  I eat some of my load.

The tall, thin Black man goes in next, churning my cum.  I stay on my knees and clean his dick of my jizz when he pulls out.  While I shot—I didn’t have a full-on orgasm.  I’m still hard.  And want release.  I slip into Dallas again. 

“You have some more for me?” he asks.

In just a few more thrusts, I do.  This time I collapse on his hot muscled chest.  His thick arms hold me in place in a terrific bear hug…

*

The original post is here, which will also take you to the many posts of the weekend, which was quite different in feel to the new Fornication Weekend.

Fornication Weekend:  The Sunday Group Finale

RC Carter

Dallas Steele

Keith Rides My Tongue and My Cock

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