Fornication Weekend Saturday Afternoon: All About David-SF

 Timberfell Lodge—July, 2025

 

Saturday was my first full day at Fornication Weekend.  I got a new day pass, as I was staying in a motel in the nearest town and not at the campground.  I lounged by the pool, watching the eye candy—and there was plenty of it.  I read a little and by noon I went up to the tavern for my first seminar: Cruising in 2025, hosted by none other than David-SF.  We talked about archetypes of the men you meet while out cruising:  the Pornstar Wannabe, the Talker, the Show Off, the Observer, etc.  We went down to the dungeon and did some role play.  It was a light, fun 90 minutes.

Immediately after, David had a book signing down by the pool.  (I’ll talk more about “The Four Rooms” in a later post.)  I bought the book.  David signed it with an inscription that made me smile.  And no, though I am an over sharer on this blog, I won’t tell you what it said.

I sat in the shade by the pool. Earlier David had asked if I was going to the huge event tonight.  I told him I was.  He didn’t think he was going to go.  He’d had two very full days before I got there.  I thought about that as I opened my book.  I couldn’t concentrate.  In a lull between his signings, I went over and asked David if he had time (and inclination) to play this afternoon.  The look on his face was exactly what I wanted to see.  We set a time later that afternoon, so he could finish up the signing and get himself ready…

David is in in one of the new treetop rooms; small cabins built into the side of the mountain and reached by stairs.  Looking through the window in the door, there is just room for a bed, small night stand and your suitcase on the floor. He’s left me a note.  He’s running a little late.  I lean on the railing and look at the campground below me.  It’s a great view—watching naked or half naked men walking around or, on the patio below me, filming a porn scene.

David arrives, a little breathless.  “I knew I needed to clean deep…”  We kiss and go in.  In moments we are naked.  Well, he is; I have my jock on—but the boots are off.  He has me sit at the head of the bed, my legs splayed.  He kneels between them.  We just look at each other for a long moment.  We’ve been talking about having sex again for the last 13 months, ever since we met at the last Fornication Weekend.  He bends and inhales my cock mound—and all the smells that jock carries from last night.  He sighs.  He tentatively licks the fabric.  He inhales again.  And now we are kissing.  I can taste the jock on his tongue.  My cock is hardening fast.  We break the kiss and he pulls the fabric aside.  He holds the shaft in one hand.  His tongue is all over my dripping head.  He burrows into my piss slit.  I pull him up to kiss him once again.  We are alike in loving to share the tastes of each other’s bodies.

When the kiss relaxes, he begins sucking my cock in earnest.  I close my eyes and lean back, letting him do whatever he wants.  This is new to us—so different from our sling fucks when we met.  He moves down to my balls.  I slouch down, so he has easier access.  His mouth is glorious.  He makes them very wet.  He lifts them, finding the cockring.  His tongue traces along it, digging in, instinctively, between by flesh and the hard metal band.

He comes up and sucks me a little more.  Another kiss. 

I break it with: “I need to eat your ass.” 

He smiles and asks how.  On all fours is my choice for this first time.  I pull his hot cheeks apart and dive in.  My tongue pokes and prods and soothes.  He groans.  A lot.  I can’t get enough.  I keep eating out his hole.  Until my cock can’t stand it.  I need to be inside him.  I stand up.  I work my cock in.  Slowly, but in one long push.  David gasps.  I bottom out.  Every inch of me is buried in this hot man.  I begin to fuck.  Slow.  Every stroke going deep into his very essence.  I pick up the pace.  He’s right with me.  Even pushing back to make sure I’m as deep a possible in his guts.

I pull out and he cleans my cock of his ass jizz.  We kiss again.  Even longer this time.  I end up lying flat and he sucks my cock.  He squirms up my body and kisses me again, letting me taste all the precum I’m leaking.  He reaches behind him and finds my cock.  He guides it into hole.  He groans and sits up, fully impaled.  He rides me hard, slamming himself down on me, his hard cock bouncing.

When he rolls off me, he sucks my cock again.  Then my balls.  His tongue goes down my perineum.  He’s headed for my hole.  I tense slightly.  He notices and asks if I like my ass eaten.  I tell him I do, but I’m not good with fingers or his cock.  His face lights up again.  He can’t wait to taste me in the most intimate way possible.  My legs pushed up, he dives in.  His tongue is everywhere.  For a long time.  When he comes up for air, I murmur “Kiss me.”  David does.  Tender at first, then he’s tongue fucking my mouth just as he did my ass.

He rides me once again.  Harder, if that’s possible.

I fuck him on all fours a second time, spending a long time eating his juicy hole before I enter it.  And fuck.  The sound of my hips slapping his ass filling the tiny room.

We collapse in a pile of entwined flesh.  “I want to eat your ass again,” he whispers in my ear.  “How…?”  I untangle and get on all fours.  I feel incredibly vulnerable and yet totally safe with this man.  He spends a long time licking everywhere, before he begins a serious tongue fucking.  When he finally stops, I roll over.  Once again, he is on top of me, chest to chest, as we kiss.  And kiss…

My cock is rampant.  He stands up, his feet on either side of my chest.  He lowers himself down on my cock.  He sits, squirms to get every inch of me inside.  I’m panting.  He’s breathing hard, even before he begins to ride me.  He slams himself down on my cock.  Over and over.

“Fuck…” he moans.  His hand is beating his meat like crazy.  “Oh, God…I never do this…”

And I know he’s going to shoot.  I can see it on his face, in his eyes, how red and engorged his cock is. 

He utters a strangled cry.  Then:  “You want it?” 

I don’t know if I say yes or just nod, but he is off my dick and thrusting his spurting cock into my mouth.  I swallow it all.  A massive load, he is so turned on.  I hold him in place, not letting him out of my mouth until I’ve gotten every last drop.

He lies on me, once I do.  “You want to get off or save it for tonight?”

“I better save it.”

He smiles that devilish smile that has won him hundreds of fans.  “Well, that decides it.  I’ll go the party tonight and load collect for you…”

He reaches back and holds my quivering, wet cock as we kiss one more time…

Fornication Weekend Friday: A Dungeon Orgy

 Timberfell Lodge—July, 2025

 

I had a work gig that kept me from the first two days of Fornication Weekend.  I presented my work on Thursday night and, immediately after I finished up, I jumped into my fully packed car.  I drove two and half hours into Ohio.  I was up early on Friday and on the road.  It was refreshing to drive before the heat of the day hit. 

Ohio.  Kentucky.  Finally, Tennessee.  Eight hours of traffic noise and sun.

I checked into my hotel.  I’d made great time.  I could just make the amateur porn shoot at Timberfell, but I chose sleep instead.  And a good thing I did.  I didn’t wake up until the dinner hour.

I ate and drove out to the campground.  I renewed my membership and got a day pass.  I found Ric, the event organizer (who I spent so much time with last year.)  We hugged and chatted and checked me in.  Gone was the wrist band; we had dog tags this year.  I looked at the printed schedule.  I had missed a couple of seminars, a videoed gangbang of a hot looking man, and the opening address, besides the amateur porn shoot.  But I’m there.

Ray Dalton arrived and greeted me with a bear hug.

In the course of our chat, he told me that the campsite dungeon/playroom was very active last night, unlike last year when you usually found no one.  I made a mental note for later.

I went out to the pool with my book.  On the way to my chair, I passed David-SF, the porn guy/author/lecturer with who I had such a great connection with last summer.  

He was in a deep discussion with another man.  We nodded to each other.  Three steps later, he was back, his arms thrown around me, once he figured out why I looked familiar.   

I sat and read until the sun went down, enjoying the naked men in the pool.  I tossed the book in the car, grabbed my lube and went up to the dungeon…

 

I hear the creak of the sling chains before I see anyone.  I pass an empty sling and a fuckbench.  Around a slight bend, there is a couch, lockers and another sling before you get to a couple of glory hole partitions.   The sling is occupied.  I can’t see him, just the back of the man playing with him.  I step out of my walking shorts and pull off my shirt, stowing them in a locker.  This leaves me in my yellow jock and boots.  The guy I met last year who is orally fixated is standing off in the corner.  I lean on a bench that is built into the back wall.  Oral Guy comes over.

“Get me good and hard,” I tell him.

He goes to his haunches, not wanting to kneel on the grimy floor.  His mouth is great.  His love of cock shines through with every movement of his tongue; every time he pulls off me just to look at the hardness (and size) of my dick.  He licks.  He sucks.  He takes me deep into his throat.

I watch the sling.  The young man who is playing with the guy in it, is a young man I had seen in a chastity cage at the pool.  It is obviously off, for he finally stops playing with the man’s cock and enters his ass.  I love the groans I hear from the unseen recipient.

I thank my sucker.  He’s done the trick.  My cock feels like a battering ram.  I move to the sling.  The ponytailed fucker is driving his cock into the guy, while another man, who I hadn’t really noticed, is sticking his cock into the fuckee’s mouth.  But it’s the man in the sling I can’t take my eyes off of.  He is somewhere around 35, white and hairy.  He wears a leather harness and a leather jock that frames his ass.  He has unsnapped the codpiece, leaving his generous dick on display.

The guy in his mouth sees me come over.  “Take a turn,” he tells me stepping back.  I push into the guy’s mouth.  He’s great, even though he is being fucked hard by the guy with the ponytail. 

“You need to be in his hole,” Ponytail tells me.  He pulls out.  I bring my wet dick around to the guy’s ass.  I hunker down and licked the fucked hole.  Damn.  His ass lips are huge.  He’s been having a lot of cock this weekend.  I suck them into my mouth.  He groans.  I lick him out.

“Fuck him,” groans Ponytail.

I stand up and enter him for the first time.  His ass just pulls me in.  He’s super wet and warm on this hot, humid night.  I fuck him.  Slow.  Now fast.  And hard.  He takes everything I dish out and more.

Other men are arriving.  Another trio of guys are watching me fuck.  Soon they are sucking cock.  The strikingly handsome one of this group, is soon bent over and fucked by the guys he arrived with.  I let another man up the leather guy in the sling.  I move so LG can clean my dick.  He loves the taste of his ass on his hole.  I knew he would.  He gets me very wet for round two…

*

I have fucked the leather guy once more, been cleaned and now a third guy is up him.  I hear sounds from the sling by the entrance.  I investigate.  It’s the really handsome guy.  A top around my age is fucking him.  I watch.  Then it’s my turn.  I take it, reveling in how different his ass feels.  I let the first guy back up him.  This time he shoots, breeding the handsome man.  He pulls out.  I clean up his cock and feast on the cum inside.

“Now I’m gonna fuck that load deeper.”

I do just what I say.  When I pull out, some of the churned cum clings to my cock.  I take it back to the leather guy.  I tell him I want to fuck him with my cummy cock as I wait my turn up him.  His eyes light up. In moments, the current top gives way and I slide in…

*

There are now 15 to 20 guys here.  All players.  A large guy asks me to open his hole for the night.  He gets on the fuck bench.  I eat him out.  His moans add to the carnal soundtrack of our sex.  I stand up and fuck him.  Slow and deliberate.  He groans—but soon those stop as a guy fills his mouth with cock.  When I pull out of his ass, another man goes in and a third pulls me into a dark corner to lick the man’s ass juices off my glistening penis…

*

I take a break on the couch.  I am suddenly joined by the leather guy, who introduces himself as Ethan.  He’s from the west coast.  We chat.  And then we are suddenly kissing.  Now he’s sucking me.  “I want this in me again.”

We find the fuck bench is open.  He gets on it.  I spend a long time rimming him, really working those swollen ass lips.  I stand up and slide in.  He’s taken a load since I was last in him.  His ass is creamy and wonderful hot.  I share him with another daddy who is stroking to our fuck.  He fucks him hard and fast.  He takes his frothy dick to Ethan’s mouth as I clean his hole of escaping cum.  Then fuck him once more.

The fuck bench is wood—with no padding.  You can’t stay there long.  We move Ethan to the arm of the sofa as both slings are in use.  I fuck him first.  Then the other guy my age.  Now Ponytail takes a turn on Ethan.  I kneel and prod my tongue into Ponytail’s full, smooth ass on the backstroke.

“Fuck it,” he groans.

I stand up and slide into him.  He fucks into Ethan and back on me.  He moans, making the most delicious sounds.  He stops, just shy of exploding.  He doesn’t want to shoot.  I take over, sliding into Ethan.  Well, if Ponytail hasn’t shot, he’s the heaviest precummer I have ever encountered.  I fuck in his added juices and then bring them to Ethan’s mouth.  He sucks me, wanting every last drop.

“May I?”

A young man, short, Latino, with dark hair everywhere, except for his shaved head, is stroking his uncut cock as he looks at Ethan’s ruined hole.  I nod and he begins to fuck.  I have already seen him load a man not 15 minutes ago.  But he is super hard as he fucks into Ethan.  I pull out of Ethan’s mouth and get closer to the Latino.  He grins as I kneel, watching his dick plow into those heavy ass lips.

“I know what you want, pig…”  He pulls out and gives me his cock to clean.  Three wet licks and he’s back into Ethan.  He fucks him hard.  Again, he pulls out.  This time I don’t just clean him—he fucks my throat.  Now, back into Ethan.

“You want another load, pig?”

Ethan grunts his answer.  The Latino begins to shoot.  You can see his body shake with each spurt into that hot ass.  At least four before he just marinates in the wet hole.  He pulls out.  “Clean me up, daddy.  Then fuck in my jizz….”

I follow directions.  I lick him clean, as the young man writhes.  I lick up the stray cum escaping from Ethan.  I stand up and impale him with my dick.

“You’ve got to breed me.  Please.”

It’s been two hours of hot play.  I am so ready to drop my load—and I want this man to take my seed.  I fuck.  And fuck.  Ethan begins squeezing down on my cock.  Fuck.  It feels fabulous.  And suddenly I’m there.  I give him my cum as deep as I can get my cock.  Still spurting, I clutch his back for support.

I calm down.  I pull out.  He slips down to the seat of the sofa, letting me sit on the arm of it.  He comes around and licks me clean.  We sit on the couch.  I think to talk.  But instead, we snowball my cum back and forth…

Keeping It Oral

 Near Home—July, 2025

Fornication Weekend, though an abbreviated version of it, was coming up in two days.  I knew I’d be doing a lot of fucking there, especially at the massive party.  So, when some free time arrived unexpectedly the day before I left, I decided I would have an all-oral day at the bookstore.  But would the right guys be there…?

 

I go into the dimly lit room.  I see the Voyeur, but I know none of the other four men here.  I sit to the side as my usual chair is taken by an older man.  I glance to my right to see the gay screen.  Near it is a man who is totally naked, his clothes stowed under his chair.  He has a decent body and he loves showing it off as he pleasures himself.  I watch him.  I am on the verge of going to him when he suddenly stands up and comes to me.  Without a word, he kneels and begins sucking me.  It’s fine, but not great.  It is a very shallow blow job—he just can’t take me very deep.  He tries once and chokes.  Soon enough, he realizes I am not one of those men who blow their load at the mere thought of sex.  Wordlessly, he retires to his chair.

During the blow job, the older man has crossed the room to watch me get sucked.  He now reaches out a tentative hand.  It closes around my wet flesh.  It is the softest stroking my cock has had in years—and is actually hotter than the last guy’s mouth.  He stops for a moment.  A finger passes over my piss slit.  He massages my precum into my big flared cock head.  Then it’s back to the soft grip and a sensuous up and down motion.

I sigh.  I turn to look at him.

Abruptly, he lets go, stands and thanks me in a whisper.  He’s out the door in a flash.

The naked man is stroking himself again to the gay porn.  There is a Latino across from him, now doing the same, who I hadn’t really noticed.  In moments, he stands up and goes to the fully naked guy and begins to suck his cock.  The naked guy leans back in his chair, closing his eyes.  The guy must be good.  I watch for a bit and glance over at the Voyeur.  He is getting a hand job from the young man next to him.  I watch the straight porn, turning slightly away from the other four men.

I hear movement.  I look back.  The Latino and Naked Guy are coming to me.  Both kneel and they begin sharing my cock.  Back and forth.  This is not what I imagined as part of my all-oral day, but I go with it.  The Latino is a natural.  He knows his way around sucking a big cock.  His deep throating is effortless.

I close my eyes and let them share me.  It is easy to tell who is currently on my cock.  I hear them stroking their own wet cocks as they work on me.  Naked Guy pulls off me.  I hear him stand up.  I open my eyes.  He sticks his cock in the Latino’s mouth and gives him his load.  The Latino goes for a cigarette break and Naked Guy gets dressed and leaves.

The Voyeur gestures me to come over.  The young man (white, late 20’s to early 30’s, slim, with his long hair in a ponytail) is still stroking him.  I see that the young guy’s cock is out and only semi erect.  I kneel and begin sucking him.   This delights both men.  The Voyeur stands up and now feeds the guy his long, thin cock.  I hear him fucking the young man’s face.  I concentrate on the cock in my mouth.  He is a heavy precummer.  I love the constant drip of viscous liquid onto my busy tongue.

The Voyeur sits down.  I stand up and present my cock for the young man to suck.  He does eager, it seems for the challenge.  The Voyeur idly plays with the young man’s slick cock—which is still dripping.  I stand still and let him suck me.  He loves to deep throat and is really good at it.  He seems to have no gag reflex.  I begin fucking his face to see if I can find it.  Nope.  He just opens his mouth and throat and lets me have my way with him.

I finally sit down, ready to return to the young guy’s dick.  But his phone goes off.  He glances at the screen, hurriedly puts his cock away and takes off.  I take his chair.

“I think he wanted you to fuck him,” the Voyeur tells me.

“Then he needed to say that…”

He sighs.  Then: “You should finish me off so I can go home…”

I smirk as I go to my knees.  I don’t start on his cock.  I go for his sweaty balls.  My tongue cleans them.  He moans softly and begins to stroke his dick as I take each ebony orb into my mouth, bathe it and release it.  I go back and forth. Finally, I take his long cock down my throat.  In a matter of minutes, he is giving me his nut.  I swallow.  I love that he is in no hurry to get out of my mouth.  He softens as I keep up a light sucking.

He zips up and leaves.  I am alone for a moment.  Then the Latino arrives back from his smoke break.  He is followed by a handsome Black man I have never seen before.  Instantly, the Latino seats the Black guy, gets his cock out and begins working on his bigger than average dick.  I watch them—and the movie.  Thoroughly entertained, still tasting the Voyeur on my tongue.

They finish up with the Black man standing up and thrusting deep into the Latino’s mouth.  He shoots deep down the Latino’s throat.   Both are all smiles as they leave me alone in the room.

I stroke. 

I think about dinner.

About packing for the trip.

A large man comes in and sits next to me.  He gropes himself through his trousers as he watches me stroke.  But he makes no move to do anything.  Finally, he unbuckles his belt and slips both shorts and underwear to his ankles.  He kneads his cock but it won’t get hard.  I decide to go for the challenge.  I kneel in front of him, surprising him, and take his semi hard dick into my mouth.  He sighs, but it doesn’t get hard.  I try every trick I know with my tongue.  Nothing, though he keeps telling me how good it feels. 

Suddenly I figure it out.  I wet my middle finger and let it stroke under his balls.  He groans.  Now down the perineum.  He whimpers.  I touch his pucker.  He breathes hard.  I enter him.  And he explodes in my mouth.  Never getting hard—but giving me a huge mouthful of pent-up semen…

*

Driving home, I discovered a patch of dried cum in my beard.  It made me feel quite happy as I made a mental check list of what I need to take to Fornication…

Whoring Out Kane's Hairy Ass

 Jackson—July, 2025

The next day was the second Saturday of the month.  This was consistently a big day at the other bookstore near me, the one with what amounts to a mini-bathhouse space.  A group of men had decided to always meet there, each month on the second Saturday, around noon.  Word had gotten around to men all over the state.  This was why I hadn’t given a second thought about not getting off the day before.  I was confident I would there.

On Friday night, Kane, the handsome, hooded man I’d met twice at the house party I attend, wrote that he wanted to come to the playroom on Saturday afternoon.  I agreed.  I was fine giving up the Second Saturday Group for some alone time with his hairy ass.  In the next flurry of texts, he brought up going to the bookstore—he’d heard about the group, too.  Would that work for me?

It would.  We agreed to meet around noon. 

The next morning, I packed a lunch and drove into the bigger city.  The parking lot was packed.  As I parked, Kane sent a text saying he was 30 minutes away.  I went in…

 

The lounge is packed.  The men are clustered in the aisle that is between the three gloryhole rooms with doors (which back up to the slurp ramp) and the three cabanas on the other side, which have curtains for some privacy.  I make my way, slowly, to the wall with the five porn screens on it.  I see Shaved Head and his partner, Shy One.  But just to nod to—they are after new meat.

I sit in the only vacant chair on the left side.  I recognize a regular.  He’s a white man, with greying hair, who gives great head. He smiles at me.  The moment I’m hard, I stand up and feed him my cock.  He moans his appreciation around my shaft.  I let him work on me for a good five minutes before I begin a slow face fuck.  He holds still, taking every inch I give him with ease.  I slow and pull out.

“Someday I want your cum,” he murmurs, before I push back into the crowd—but now with my hard, wet cock swaying from side to side leading the way.  I end up in a small room with the only television that is playing straight porn.  I don’t watch the screen.  I watch the blow job happening on the couch next to me.  An older man with a long grey beard is giving voracious head to some one around my age.  The guy getting sucked turns and can’t stop staring at my cock.  Grey Beard notices this and turns to see me, too.  He literally crawls over to me, leaving the other guy to stroke his own wet cock.  GB swallows me down.  For all his eagerness to suck, he is not good.  I am afraid he’ll nick me, as he can’t seem to cover his teeth.  I tell him, twice, that that’s enough for now.  He finally takes the hint and goes off.  The guy he was sucking gets up and gives me some soothing tongue action to make up for it.

Standing in the door is a tall, lanky white boy—35 at the most.  He is as thin as I am.  His eyes are riveted to my cock.  When the guy sucking me tires and stands up, the tall guy disappears down the hall.  I get up to go find him.  He’s waiting for me few steps away—and pulls me into the dark restroom, locking the door. 

“I need this,” he says, his hand encircling my wet shaft.  He is about to go to his knees.  I suggest a cabana, so men can still piss and clean up.  We go into the nearest one.  The young man strips.  His cock is long and thin—a true pencil dick.  It only gets hard when he has me in his mouth.  And his mouth is perfect.  He works my head, my shaft, my piss slit.  And now he’s groaning over the hot-summer-day-sweat under my balls.  I close my eyes and let him work on me.

Finally, he stops and stands up.  I tell him I am meeting someone here—and that the guy is hot and versatile.  I can’t tell if he cares or not.  I take his now hard cock into my mouth.  He instantly tells me he will shoot if I suck him—and he doesn’t want to do that.  He sits.  I lick his balls.  He groans.  He leans back.  I hunker way down and can just lick his pucker.  The young man either gets a lot of action or he plays with big toys.  His ass lips are wonderfully puffy.  He moans as I lick them.  Then he rolls over, getting on all fours, to make it easier for me.  I dig in.  I tongue fuck him.  Over and over.

I stand.  I’m not sure if it’s to stretch or if I’m going to fuck him.  But Lanky Boy rolls to a seated position.  He decides to gets dressed.  I encourage him to find me again with Kane.  He nods and leaves.  I sit for thirty seconds alone in the cabana.  A familiar face appears.

“Here you are, Daddy.”

Kane parts the curtain and steps in.  This handsome man kisses me and begins to strip.  He is tall, gym built and very hairy.  Everywhere.  His ancestors were from somewhere in the Mediterranean. The curls on his head move as he tosses his clothes in the corner.  I sit and just watch him strip. 

Once naked, but for sweat socks, he asks if he should wear the leather hood.  We both agree that he will get more action here without it.  It gets tossed into the pile of his clothes as he kneels before me.  He takes me into his mouth.  Fuck, this guy was born to suck cock.  He worships it.  He loves that I didn’t wait for him—that my cock is wet and rampant.  I lean back and he finds my balls.  His tongue makes them feel wonderful.  He knows they hold the juices he craves.  He licks all around them, then the spheres themselves.  Now under them, cradling them in his left hand.  His tongue continues down my perineum before my trousers get in the way.  It’s back to my cock.  I moan—without really realizing I’m doing it.

“I need to eat your ass,” I mumble.

He stands up.  So do I.  He kneels on the bench, his hairy ass jutting towards me.  I move to the curtains.  I pull them together so there are now gaps in the coverage, so guys can see in.  The moment I kneel behind him, I can hear men behind us.  I pull his generous cheeks apart and begin eating Kane’s hole.  I love watching the hair surrounding it go from curly to wet and sticky.  My tongue goes deep, making him gasp.  I hear poppers open.  He takes a hit.  I take that as my cue to stand up and get my dick inside him.  He moans.  I hear murmurings behind me.  It is a slow, steady entry—his hot channel welcoming my fat cock.   I pause.  He huffs again.  And I begin to fuck.

“Damn,” whispers someone behind us.

This makes me speed up.  Showing off a little.  I fuck him hard and fast before I slow and pull out.  Kane spins and cleans my cock.

I go stand by the entry way.  There are four men watching us, though none have ventured into our cubicle.  “Come here, boy.”  Kane gets up and kneels in front of me.  “Show them how deep you can take my cock.”  He does.  He takes me to the root over and over.

A short, stocky Black man, likely in his 40’s, makes eye contact with me.  I nod.  “He’s here to serve.”  I motion him in.  He stands to my side.  I move Kane’s head from my long white dick to this man’s thick stubby black dick. 

He sighs.  “Good…”

“Isn’t he?”

The guy nods and begins pumping into Kane’s mouth.

“Wouldn’t you rather give him that load in his ass?”

“Can I?”

I nod.  “Get on your knees on the bench,” I tell Kane.  He scrambles there.  I hand the short guy my lube and he add a dollop to his dick.  He pushes in and begins pumping instantly.  I stroke, standing to the side.  In about four minutes, the guy abruptly pulls out and leaves the cubicle without saying a word.

“Did he cum?” asks Kane.

I shrug.  I can’t tell.  I kneel and pull his cheeks apart.  A drizzle of thick white jizz begins to seep out of him.  “He did…” I murmur, as my tongue stops the flow and laps it up.  I stand and fuck.  I have Kane taste the cum on my dick.  We move back to the opening of the cubicle, with Kane on his knees, sucking my cock.

A tall Black man I know from my regular ABS is now watching us.  He has sometimes shared an ass with me there.  I motion him in.  “All holes are available,” I tell him.

“Yes!”  He all but crows the word.  His much bigger dick, though not huge, comes out.  There is a brief moment of cock sucking.  “I want to fuck him.”

“He’s taking it raw,” I tell the man.

He let’s out a literal whoop and orders Kane on all fours on the back bench.  He enters him roughly.  But Kane is up for it—likes it even.  Poppers are shared between him and the new top.  It’s a longer fuck, but not by much.  He groans out his orgasm loudly enough that anyone in the lounge can tell he’s shooting.  He pulls out, fulling expecting to be cleaned up.  Kane does so, with reverence.

The guy leaves.  Kane’s hole is flooded.  I do my best to staunch the flow with my tongue—and then by fucking it deeper into him.

We move to the opening of the cubicle again.  A white guy with a hipster beard is stroking.  He has a beautiful seven incher which is uncut.  He feeds it to Kane.  I tell the guy his ass is available, too.

“I don’t fuck much,” he says.  He enjoys Kane’s mouth, but doesn’t shoot.  He goes on his way.  I have Kane work on me orally right by the doorway.  Guys are jerking to us, but no one else joins us.  Suddenly, Hipster Beard is back.  “I wanna fuck him.”

Kane kneels on the back bench.  The guy refuses more lube when he sees cum leaking out of Kane.  He fucks him steadily, groaning out his cumshot in just a few minutes.  This time Kane and I both clean up the guy’s cock.  It’s heaven to find the mixed loads under his foreskin.  I save some in my mouth and the moment the guy leaves, I snow ball it to Kane.

“It’s dripping out of me—push it deeper.”  Kane pleads, kneeling on the bench. 

I fuck all the juices back into him, thoroughly mixing the three loads.  I pull out and make him clean my cock.  Kane does, licking up every smear of semen.  Finally, he comes up for air.  “I should leave soon…”

“Then I want to breed you on the medical table.”

He picks up his clothes and follows me, fully naked, to the back room.  I lead the way, my cock jutting out of my camos.  He gets on the table, lying on his back with his ass on display.  I kneel and begin rimming him in earnest.  A bottom I recognize from here gets so hard from watching us, he sticks his cock in Kane’s mouth just as I stand up to slide in.  The beautiful boy has two cocks in him at the same time.  I pump hard.  His ass is incredibly slick and creamy. I fuck him harder, the sound of my pelvis slapping his full ass fills the room.  There is, by now, a small crowd watching us.

“I’m gonna shoot,” says the guy in his mouth.  He pulls out and sprays his load on Kane’s chest, his arm and the table itself.  I mop up a handful of his cum and stroke Kane’s thick hard cock. 

“So close,” Kane moans.

I am, too.  I do a quick pull out and go to my knees.  I lick up the cum dripping from his once tight pucker.  It’s enough to send me over the edge.  I stand up and slam into him, giving him spurt after spurt of my seed.  Replacing all the cum I’d eaten.

Kane knocks my hand away and gets himself off.  I keep my cock deep inside.  I feel his ass contract as he shoots.  His white cum clings to all that black hair…

*

Kane washed up and left quickly.  A cocksucker I call the Choker, as he loves to choke himself on my cock, had been watching us rut.  He asked if I had piss.  I stuck my slick cock into his mouth and pissed like a race horse…

"So Meaty..."

 Near Home—July, 2025

After the back-to-back trips to the bookstore on the holiday weekend that were really sub-par, I waited until the next Friday afternoon to go again.  As I arrived, the number of cars in the parking lot made it look promising…

 

I go into the dark room.  There are seven or eight men here.  None of whom I recognize.  And one of them is in my usual chair.  I move to the side wall near the restroom.  From here, I can see the straight screen, but not the gay one.  I sit next to a white man in his 50’s.  Decent looking.  He is kneading his crotch and stops the instant I look his way.  I unzip.  My cock is hardening.  I pull it out.  He makes a point of looking at the screen, not at me.  I wait.  The pull is too strong.  He sneaks a look at my tumescent dick.  I look at him looking at me.  He actually blushes.  And turns quickly away.

I stroke.  The video is nasty and fun.  Two men on a young woman.  My seat companion’s hand disappears into his fly.  He looks at me again, while feeling himself up.  He nods to me.  I nod back.  I stop stroking. His left hand reaches out and he hefts my dick.  He actually gives a low whistle.  “So meaty…” he murmurs.  Then he lets go of me and takes out a bacterial wipe, rips open the packet and cleans his fingers.

I turn my attention to the guy on the other side of me.  He is white, tall and carrying a lot of excess weight.  He is staring, mouth hanging open, at my hard cock.  I nod to him.

“Hot,” he says, under his breath.  “May I suck it?”

I nod.

It’s a process to get him to his knees, but he manages it.  He’s not much to look at, but he has a fabulously roomy mouth—with great tongue technique.  I settle back and let him go to work.  He works hard on my shaft.  His tongue finds my piss slit.  He moans as my precum begins to flow.

“Don’t forget my balls.”

Obediently, he moves to them.  I can tell he would rather be back on my dick.  But he licks them for a bit before tonguing his way back up my shaft.  He is working at me.  Hard.  I know he wants my cum, but I am not even close.

“Cum for me…” he whispers.

I let him keep going, but I can see he is no longer enjoying my dick at the same level without the reward anywhere in sight.  I lean down and tell him it takes me a long time to shoot.  He sighs.  He keeps sucking for another moment, then, with the aid of the arms on my chair, hauls himself up.  He sits back down, looking at the screen not at me.

Eventually, he gets up and leaves.

I look around the room.  Two guys now have their cocks out.  They eye each other but make no move.

The door opens.

The Latino who loves women’s clothes comes in.  He’s in denim shorts and t-shirt.  He takes off the shirt.  I am surprise—no brassiere today.  The shorts come off, too.  No pastel panties, just a deep blue jock.  He nods to me and sits where the big guy had been.  From around the corner, near the gay screen, another young Latino stands up and goes to him.  He is the guy I have learned to never fuck as he refuses to clean out.  They know each other.  CD Latino begins to suck the guy who is usually begging for a fuck.  This turns the crank of the middle-aged man next to them.  He pulls out his dick—long and thin—and begins stroking to them.

CD Latino turns to me.  “Fuck me?”

With his hot ass in a blue jock and not pink frills, I nod.  He is a condom guy.  As his cleanout can be spotty, too, I am fine rolling on the Magnum.  He bends, sucking the Mexican, presenting his shapely butt to me.  I lube up and slide in. 

The room is galvanized now that fucking is happening.  Every man, but one, opens his fly.  I fuck long strokes into his ass.  The Mexican in his mouth smirks.  He suddenly directs CD Latino’s mouth to the guy next to them.  And the guy lets him swallow that long, thin cock.

I fuck harder, really pushing CD Latino forward on each stroke, so he takes more and more of that dick deeper and deeper.  He gags, recovers (as I slow the fuck) and takes him deep once more.

“Holy fuck,” the guy getting blown groans out.  CD Latino has him to the root on each fuck stroke from me.  I slow the pace.  CD Latino comes up for air.  I pull out.  The condom is filthy.  I peel it off and go wash to make sure.

When I return.  CD Latino is playing with the nipples of the guy he’s been sucking.  The guy is close.  CD Latino makes no move to get his cum.  I go to my knees and he lets me take his cock out of his hand.  He gushes down my throat.  I clean him up until he is damp with my spit and not a drop of cum anywhere…

*

The room has cleared of the men who were here when I started and a few new ones have taken their place.  I have moved to my regular seat, dead center of the room. 

One of the new arrivals is my bud, the Voyeur.  (I named him this when stroking to other men’s sex was all he did in public.  Now he lets men suck him.)  He smiles at me as he sits near me.  He takes out his dick.  I love how the light from the television screen makes his ebony cock glow.  He begins to stroke.  But his dick is not getting hard.

He looks at me.  A look of mock-pleading.  I get up and suck him to hardness.  His long, thin cock goes down my throat.  As I keep working, his cock wanes again.   Going soft. He leans down to whisper in my ear: “Sorry, I’ve shot twice today.”

I move from his cock to his balls.  They are sweaty from the heat of July in Michigan—and likely from however he shot those loads.  I clean then up.  Making him groan.  But his cock continues to go down.

He thanks me and leaves.

I look around. None of the other men are likely candidates for what I like to do.  And worse, two of them are on their phones.  I decide to go home.  But it’s been a good day.   Little did I know that tomorrow would be one to fuel my day dreams…

*

I am back from Fornication Weekend.  I have two other adventures to write up before I start on FW.  If I can keep to posting every other day, I’ll start talking about Fornication on Tuesday.