Friday, August 8, 2025

Fornication Weekend Sunday: The Last Gasp

 Timberfell Lodge—July, 2025

Sunday was a quiet day.  Men were sleeping in.  Many had left.  I missed the last of the seminars as the location changed.  I sat where it was supposed to be held and fell into a doze on the couch near the pool tables, thinking I’d wake up as the seminar folks arrived.  Instead, I was vaguely aware of a fuck scene being filmed out on the patio, using the slings left over from last night.  They kept groaning—until it rained one more time.  In torrents and lasting about 40 minutes.

This cleared out even more men, especially the day passers.  I wondered if anyone would be left to play at what was billed as a J/O party in the dungeon that night at 8pm.   I arrived a little before time.  The place was waterlogged.  The sling by the front entrance had an inch of water standing in it.  It got dumped.  The canvas sling opposite the couch where most of the action took place on Friday was damaged beyond repair.  The couch and fuck bench seemed like our play stations for the night.

One man showed up, looking to J/O.  He was quickly convinced a mouth would feel better than his hand…but I’m getting ahead of myself.  I stepped out of my shorts and shirt, stowing them in the locker, leaving my boots and jock.  My cock was swelling as I saw the first man come through the door…

 

It is the Black guy who was my last fuck at the Fornication Party before David re-appeared.  We hug and grind our bodies together.  He is in ass-less underwear. 

“You need to fuck me again, Daddy,” he whispers in my ear.

In moments, he is kneeling on the arm of the couch.  I hunker down, not wanting my knees to hit the dirty, wet floor.  His bubble butt of an ass is plastered to my face.  He is moaning softly as my tongue works his hole open.  He’s gaping slightly from all the fucking last night (and conceivably today.)  I stand up and slide in.  He groans.  I look around the room and there are now about eight other men.  At the other end of the couch a blow job is happening.  A guy leans against the wall where the sling was—getting his ass fucked.  I hear more men behind me.  I slowly build the fuck, caressing the guy’s back as I do it.  He moans.  I slap his ass and he moans louder.

I pull out and he turns to suck me.  Damn.  I may not of had his mouth on me at all last night.  I let his busy tongue clean up his ass juices.  He loves my balls, too.  He lifts them and licks along the cock ring.  This makes both of us so horny we fuck once more.  Harder and faster.  When I pull out, he hugs me one more time and goes to explore the men standing at the business end of the fuck bench.

A young cub comes over to me from the far end of the couch.  He tells me he is a reader of the blog.  I thank him by bending him over and eating his ample ass.  He groans.  He reaches back and pulls his cheeks apart.  I lick and spit.  Before I can get my dick into him, he turns and asks “Does this mean I’ll be in the blog?”  I nod.  He tells me to call him Ronan.

 He sits on the arm of the couch and leans over to suck my cock.    I let him take me to the root.  Someone comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me, his hard cock pressing on my ass.  His hands are on my nipples, slowing working them.  I turn slightly.  It is the tall guy, also a blog reader, who was at David’s seminar with me.    I step a little to the side so Ronan can get Tall Guy’s dick, too.  He happily goes back and forth on our cocks.

Ronan kneels on the arm of the couch.  I look at Tall Guy, he nods and sticks his long thin cock into Ronan.  He fucks.  I work Tall Guy’s nipples.  Soon I replace him up Ronan’s ass.  Tall Guy moves so Ronan can suck his dick.  When I finally pull out of the hot butt, I do the same, letting Tall Guy back into him for round two.

“I’m vers,” Tall Guy murmurs, looking pointedly at my cock, currently in Ronan’s mouth.  I pull out and go around behind him.  He has as slim an ass as I do.  I hunker down and tongue fuck him on his back stroke.  He slows his fuck to let me open him up.  Once he’s wet, I stand up and slide in.  He’s tight.  I stand still and let him fuck into Ronan and fuck himself on the backstroke.  Over and over.  We disengage.  Between the three of us, there is a lot of cock cleaning and deep kisses…

*

I notice a hot bearded guy on the end of the couch.  He is jerking himself, avidly watching the live porn surrounding him.  A daddy kneels to suck him.  Bearded Guy politely shakes head.  He looks over at the man next to him who has his cock being deep throated.  He takes his hand away and instantly the daddy begins to suck.

There are now 15 men here.  Maybe 20, as many step outside for a mini break, enjoying the light breeze.  A handsome man is on the fuck bench.  He has a cock in his mouth and one in his ass.  I wait for the next available hole, not caring which it is.  The guy in his ass pulls out and nods to me.  “Hot,” he says under his breath.  The hole of this man has had some serious play this weekend.  I lick it for a moment, before I fuck him.  The guy moans around the dick in his mouth as my bigger cock stretches his ass.  I fuck him hard, inspiring the guy in his mouth to come fuck him, too.  I pull out and let the other guy in.  I move to have the handsome guy clean my dick. 

And it’s Joe.  I met him at the piss party years ago.  He was my roommate for CLAW 2014, but it’s been ages since I’ve seen him—or been inside him.  His face lights up as he recognizes me, too, letting my wet cock slide into his mouth…

*

The sling by the door has dried enough to use—or the pigs don’t care.  I fuck Tall Guy here, too.  Then a hairy beast of a man.

I catch my breath on the couch and talk to Ronan.  This leads to more sex.

I fuck the Black guy on the bench, his ass as hot as ever.

I find Joe outside.  We chat.  The final dinner cooked by Ray Dalton is coming up.  Men are leaving.  “Wanna breed me,” asks Joe.  We go to the bench again.  I fuck him hard.  There is no one in his mouth—all attention is about getting me off.  I take a hit of poppers.  And instantly my cock discharges the cum in my balls—but with very little feeling.  As I pull out, Joe cleans me up of stray cum, assuming I’m done. 

I’m not.  I want the full thing.  And I really want to give Ronan, the blog reader, a load.  I find him.

“I really want to breed you.”

He’s eager.   He kneels once more on the arm of the couch.  The men are dwindling away, ready for food.  I have what I want for dinner right in front of me.  I kneel and eat his hole.  My cock is telling me it’s ready.  I stand up, slide in and begin to fuck.  Hard.  With a purpose.  He pushes back, eager to be bred. 

“Fuck!”  I pump the last load of my weekend into the younger man.  I hold on to his hips, swaying a little at the strength of my blasts.  I pull out.  A trickle of my cum leaks out of him.

I know how to fix that…

*

Ronan, knowing I was writing this up, sent pictures of his ass.  Please thank him.



 


Here is a link to a picture of Joe in 2014.  He hasn’t changed…

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