Fornication Weekend Saturday: The Fornication Party (The Cummy Conclusion)

 Timberfell Lodge—July, 2025

 

(Picking up where we left off…)

 

About 90 minutes into the evening, David-SF shows up.  “I have the first load for you, Daddy,” he whispers in my ear.  He watches the man I’m fucking in the sling, now tweaking the guy’s nipples as I fuck.  The guy soon taps out.  I get him up and David into the sling.  I kneel.  There is indeed cum dripping out of the hole I used so hard this afternoon.  I dig in.

I groan.

David moans.  He begins squeezing down on himself, feeding me the anonymous cum.  I can’t get enough of it.  My hard cock grows even harder and redder as I eat out this fucking hot man. 

I stand up and my cock pushes into him.  David’s eyes get big.  “Yes…” he breathes.

“Get that cum deeper,” I mumble.

His ass is wonderfully slick.  I fuck him hard.  When I finally pull out, I go to my knees and lick the frothed cum off his pucker.  I stand, lean and kiss him with the tiniest bit of cum in my mouth.  He makes the sexiest sounds as he receives all the juices.  Then he’s up and out of the sling, on the hunt for the next load…

*

By the end of the second hour, I am beginning to get returnees, looking for another round.  I love how the men’s holes have changed from more cock.  Almost all of them have been busy once they left my sling.  One man is loaded.  He tells me to eat it out.  “I read that on your blog, you pig,” he grins as he makes himself comfortable, ready to serve me dessert.  Others have just had enough dick to make them gape slightly.  Or a lot.  I relish the man who had puffy ass lips to begin the evening and now they are huge.  I can’t stop sucking them into my mouth and letting my tongue explore.  All of them are fucked once again.  A couple of the guys, without any coaxing from me, tell me they will come back if they get a load.

I have barely seen any of the porn guys who are the hosts for this evening.  They seem to be working inside the building and not out on the deck where I am.  But I have no real need to go find them.  And the moment I think that thought out comes Jonah Wheeler, bringing with him the bubble butt-ed eye candy of the swimming pool.  The young man is good looking, but that ass is spectacular even in this sea of gorgeous butts.  The young man asks if Jonah and I could take turns fucking him in my sling.  I nod and help him in.  Jonah goes first.  I work pool guy’s nipples.  Jonah throws him a hard fuck.  And I’m right there to suck Jonah’s dick when he pulls out.  He grins.  Well, it’s more a dirty leer.  He laughingly pulls me off his long cock and pushes my face into pool guy’s ass—as if I wasn’t going there next anyway.  The pool guy’s ass is juicy.  He has to been fucked constantly tonight—I am not the only man with hungry eyes who watched that generous butt parade around the pool area.

Jonah Wheeler

I stand up, having eaten my fill.  The moment I enter, Jonah moves to feed Pool Guy his long cock.  Pool Guy is not so distracted that he can’t work his ass.  He knows just what to do.  His ass clenches and releases, milking my dick.  The sound of his wet ass getting fucked hard makes Jonah and I work even harder.  I pull out and he goes back in.  This time Pool Guy cleans my cock while milking Jonah.

We change again.  I don’t slow the build this time by cleaning Jonah.  I want Pool Guy to do it.  I just push into that beautiful ass and fuck.  The sound of my hips smacking that bubble butt fills the night air…

*

I do clean Jonah one more time, before the two go off together.

I fuck a handsome Black man, with long dreads.  He is very quiet.  He makes no sound at all as I rim him.  His face changes only slightly as I enter him.  He closes his eyes during the fuck.  I work harder.  It all changes as my cock opens him up.  I have entered his second hole.  His eyes open; he begins to pant and moan.  Now the sounds pour of him.  He is babbling his ecstasy.   I slow down.   I pull out.  I lick his freshly fucked ass and help him out.

“You are the first man tonight that got that deep,” he tells me as he hugs me.  “Thank you.”

David is back.  He watches the hug.  Then takes the man’s place in my arms as the other guy goes inside.  “You still hungry?” he asks, after a kiss.

I nod.  He jumps in the sling, no help needed by me.  His ankles stay on the chains.  I kneel and dig in.  This loads creamier, not nearly as runny.  I work it out of David’s hot ass.  I swallow.  I save some to share.  I stand up and push my cock into him, leaning to drool the spare cum into David’s open mouth.  He takes the offering.  Wanting more.  He settles for my tongue, fucking his mouth as my cock fucks his ass.

I pull out.  David all but bounds out of the sling to clean my dick.  We share those juices, too, neither of us wanting to be the first man to swallow them.  Finally, he does…and is gone…

*

“You’re still here.”

I smile at the guy.  He was one of the first cluster of men in the sling tonight.  I had had to work hard on getting into his tight hole.  He wants another round.  The moment he’s comfortable in the sling, I kneel.  “Look at my hole now,” the guy says proudly.  “You opened me up so well—I have had six other men fuck me tonight.”  And they have left him gaping.  I feast my eyes on it. I run a finger around his slightly puffy lips and into his gape.  He gasps.  My tongue goes in next.  He moans.

“Fuck me one more time.”

I stand up.  His cock is hard—and it’s escaped the pouch of the designer jock the guy is wearing.  He grabs his dick and begins to stroke it. I enter him.  He beats his dick faster.  I pick up the pace.

“Fuck the cum out me, Daddy.”

I pick up the pace.  He does, too.   His hand matches my strokes into his well fucked butt.

“Oh…FUCK!”  He explodes.  He let’s me lick the cum off his chest—but he can’t take a cock clean up.  I go to my knees and begin reverse felching his load into his well-used manhole.  He realizes what I’m doing and groans again.

I stand up.  “Something to soothe your used hole,” I tell him as I help him up and out of the sling.

A Black guy, in an ass-less singlet has been watching.  He’s hung around at various times tonight, watching intently, but now he wants a turn.  I get him in the sling.  He is thin—but his ass is full.  I lick him out.  “Go easy…” he murmurs, from his popper’s fog.  I fuck him.  I see his cock erect under the lycra.  He touches it, moving his hand on the slick fabric.  I realize I’m about to fuck the cum out of another guy.  His hand moves faster over the fabric.  My slow and steady fuck stroke speeds up without my even thinking about it.  His hand moves faster.  Suddenly his whole body shivers as his cock explodes.  Hidden away.  I can just make out the damp tell tale sign on the shiny fabric.  And the fact his erection subsides.  I pull out.  He is out of the sling and hugging me.  The damp lyrca presses right on wet cock.

He takes off.  I need to cum.  Where the fuck is David?  The moment I form the thought he comes up behind me.  “I have another,” he tells me.  He makes to get in the sling.

“Wait.”

I get in it myself.  “Eat my ass,” I tell him.  “I want to feel your tongue before I breed you.” 

He doesn’t need any encouragement.  I am surprised at myself.  I don’t do this in public very often.  But I need David’s tongue.  And he doesn’t disappoint.  He eats me out as hungrily as I have eaten all the men in my sling tonight.  He comes up to just below my nuts to lick all the ball sweat from this hot evening.  The moans coming from him tell me how much he loves the taste of me there.

I need to fuck.

I get out and David jumps in.  I kneel.  I lick up some of this third load, but I really want to use it as lube.  I sink my cock into him.  The cums makes for a wonderfully slick feel.  I pump into him.  I think about letting him taste the cum on my dick, but I can’t stop the fuck.  My penis has had more than enough.  I need to unload. 

“Fuck me…” moans David.  “I really want it.”  I fuck him harder.  “I wanted it this afternoon, but now….”

I push deep.  Holy fuck.  I’m there.  I begin blasting my seed into his guts.

“I…I can feel it,” he stammers, in wonder.

I let my balls empty.  I collapse on his chest and his arms go around me.  He holds he.  Tight.  Protectively.  I want to kiss him—but I don’t want to break the bear hug.

A long moment.

I move.  We kiss.  I get him out of the sling.  He cleans my cock and stands up to kiss me one last time.  “I fly out early in the morning,” he whispers in my ear.  “I’m going to keep this load in me all that time and feed it to my husband.” 

I smile.  Satiated and pleased.  We kiss one more time…