FP at FP

I wanted to do one more post about the Fornication Party (or FP at FP as I wrote in my notes.) 

So:

As I drove away Sunday night, I made a mental list of things I might not mention in the detailing of the terrific sex I had over the four days:

It was hot.  It reached 100 on the way down and was in the high 90’s every day at the campground. And humid.  And did I ever mention the gnats?  They swarmed and thought the best possible place to land was on your eyelashes.  A good reason to be in the pool.

As soon as I hit a main road on the trip home there was a huge billboard that read “Abandon Lust.”  As if…

Ray Dalton is a good cook.  There is something so satisfying about having hours of sex and then refueling.  Ray was the mastermind behind the midnight buffets that recharged our batteries.  I personally recommend his chicken and vegetable stew any time you can get it…

I was incredible happy on my way home.  I decided to leave that evening as I wanted to get around Atlanta with as little traffic as possible.  Driving, I couldn’t stop smiling.  Or singing.  I had spent wonderful days with fun, handsome, intelligent men.  Yeah, the sex was great.  But the connection, the sharing, we all felt was even better…

**

A reader, who contacted me on Recon, was curious if I would write more about the seminars.   I do not want to talk in detail about what happened in them.  They were highly personal and I will not share that.  I perhaps appreciate what we talked about more now than I did at the moment.  I have rarely been in a group where we spoke so honestly.  To hear men talk about things they had never before verbalized was amazing and humbling.

I don’t want to speak for Ray, but here are some of the takeaways I had.  Some are what he spoke about; some are the way I live my life:

 

Work on knowing yourself.  The more you know (and the more you accept) your needs/wants/desires the more fulfilled you will be.

There is something beautiful in everyone.   Find it, use it, celebrate it.  Move out of your comfort zone and play with a man who is not your usual type.  You have read so often in these posts how rewarding that can be.

Age is a number.  Be as fit as you can be for better living and better sex.  Tool your exercise to fit where you are in your life.

Take care of your health.  Be on top of your sexual health.  STI’s happen.  Take care of them and let others know who might be affected.  There is no shame here.  We are all brothers looking out for each other.

Mental health, especially after the pandemic, is vital.  Seek guidance if you need to—there are so many outlets available now.

 

**

There was a photo shoot around the pool.

I was sitting behind them at first.  And snapped a couple.

And then this old guy was added.

I do like how happy David looks kneeling in front of me with my bulge pressed against his head….

Fornication Weekend: The Sunday Group Finale

 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 a number of new men who are just here for the day.  I ditch my shorts and shirt under the bench by the door.  RC and Dallas arrive.  Instantly men surround them.  And then Ray 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 enough, 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 has been 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 the dinner party I attended—just as he’d done my feet.  Ethan grins and moves onto another dick.

                                                                               

                                                               Dallas

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 recognize a couple from the previous 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 us 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 very low for tall me.  Ray feels it, too.    

Ray

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 have 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…

*

And that was Fornication.  I was packed and on the road home 30 minutes later.  I meant to stay—but I knew it couldn’t get any better.

I will be writing one more post to talk a little about some overall impressions and the seminars.

Fornication Weekend Sunday: 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 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 it 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.

Fornication Weekend Saturday: The Cum Spurts

 Rural Georgia—June, 2022

 

(This picks up right where the last post left us…)

David grabs his cock and strokes along with my fuck.

As I speed up, he stops stroking, makes eye contact again and begins to babble about how good he feels, how big I am, how much he loves to get fucked.

His words work and I do just what he wants:  I fuck him harder.  And soon, harder yet.

The large man with the talented ass stops by.  He works David’s nipples—and occasionally sucks his cock.  I never pause in the fucking.  David’s ass is getting wetter and wetter from the battering it’s taking.

I stop.

“I want you on my rimseat.”

“Hell, yes…”

I get him out of the sling and lead the way.  I get under.  That magnificent wet ass sits on my face, obliterating the light—and much of the sound of the party.  My tongue finds his hole.  I enter him, fucking him now with my tongue.  I am instantly rewarded with some guy’s cum dripping into my mouth.  I make an appreciative noise in the back of my throat. 

Someone has come over and is feeding David some cock in his mouth.  His hole spasms as whoever it is fucks his throat.  I get more of the delicious mix of semen and ass jizz dripping down my tongue as I keep eating him out.

I have to stop stroking myself, it is so hot.

“You gotta feel this,” says David. 

He stands up.  RC is there and has obviously been the one in David’s mouth.  His cock is wet and glistening even in the dim light.  One hot ass is replaced with another.  I have to work much harder to open up RC.  He has not been fucked nearly as much tonight.  RC groans and tells me he loves my tongue.  Someone knocks my hand away from my dick.  I expect a mouth—but I get an ass sliding down on me.  Is it David?  You’d think I’d be able to tell at this point, but I’m not sure.  Whoever it is doesn’t ride me for long. 

RC is making really hot noises deep in his throat.  I work my tongue harder.

“That is so hot,” says a voice watching us.

“You’re a porn star,” RC laughs, “get on that cock.”

I feel Reuben kneel between my splayed legs.  He starts to suck me.  I am in sensory overload.  I eat the hot, hard ass with every trick I know.  I also twist my balls, I am so damn close to shooting.

Finally, I touch RC’s thighs to get him up and off me.  I need to stop before my jaw gets sore.  Reuben stands and helps me up, before going off to fuck a cute cub. 

I hug RC.  I pull back, looking him in the eyes: “I didn’t give you my best fuck that first day.  The sling there was so low.  Could I get you in mine?”

“Sure!”

I help him into the stirrups.  I kneel for a quick rim.  I have left his hole open and wet and wanting cock.  After a few quick licks I give him my drooling dick.   A slow entry.  I love watching his face as more and more of me slides into his ass.

“Yeah…” he moans.

I bottom out and hold it in place.  I pull out and start a slow thrust.  We lock eyes.  He strokes himself occasionally.  I build the thrust speed.  The sling frame groans.

I slow down. 

I build again to a chain rattling fuck.

I eat him out one more time.  He is now quite wet.  I am surprised no one has joined us to watch—but I realize the crowd is thinning.  Men have gotten off and are going out to Ray’s midnight buffet.

I stand up and fuck him some more—a nice and slow, a full in and out.  I now wish I’d brought my mirror so he could see what I see—my cock pulled all the way out of him and plowing back through his puffy ass lips.   He is taking my entire length on each stroke.

I slow.  I lean forward and kiss him, still deep in his ass.

I move to pull out. “Keep going, if you want…”

The midnight buffet can wait.  Instead, I eat his hole again.  I come up and suck his cock for a moment—getting some precum to stick inside him.  My tongue pokes it deep.  I tell him what I’ve done.  He groans.

I stand up and keep on fucking…

*

There are still a few stragglers left.  A hairy cub finds me.  He tells me it was him riding my cock while I was under the rimseat.  I get him into my sling and let him feel what my cock is like when I’m in charge of the thrusting.  He shoots all over himself as I fuck.  He goes out for the food very happy. 

In the far sling there is tall man fucking.  The guy is grunting and obviously ready to shoot.  I go over.  It’s David about to get the load.  The moment the guy sees me, he starts spurting deep inside.  David tells him to fill him up.  I stand and watch.  Stroking.  The man doesn’t want to be cleaned up by either of us, but I spend a long time eating David’s sloppy ass.  He has taken far more loads than this one—and I savor the taste of the mixed of cum.

“Fuck me.  Use that cum for lube.”

I stand up.  I insert.  Fuck!  His hole is awash.  I begin a slow churn of the loads.

A young guy taps me on the shoulder.  “I really need to get off, can I fuck it into him?”

I step aside.  He pushes into David and cums almost immediately.  He is happy to let me clean his cock.  I share it with David in a wet kiss. 

“It’s my turn,” I tell him.

I slide in again—he’s wetter and hotter.  I grab the sling frame and pump into him with all I have left.

I am there.  I shoot.  It feels like my dick just won’t stop going off.

“Don’t pull out.”

I have no intentions to go anywhere.  I marinate in his ass as David grabs his cock.  He is instantly back to full erection.  He looks up at me.  We lock eyes.  Then he goes somewhere private—his face a mask—as he shoots again and again…

 

Only then do we leave the play area and get some of Ray’s famous chicken vegetable stew.

Fornication Weekend Saturday: Three Slings in Action

 Rural Georgia—June, 2022

It should come as no surprise to most of my readers, that I packed my sling and rimseat for this event.  I got them up to the room where the major gathering of the weekend was happening that night after the piss party.  I helped Ray and his volunteers set up the space after our early evening seminar.  Tonight, there was a hanging tarp, forming a wall, that cut off the play area from the bar.  Ray’s two slings were behind it, one on each side.  Mine was against the stage at the back.  We kept the cubes against the stage as well, handy to lean against to take cock.  The rimseat was off to the side.  I knew I wouldn’t use it until closer to the end of the evening.

There had been a steady influx of men who were coming to the party tonight.  The ticket acted as a day pass, so they could enjoy the pool, have dinner at the café, etc before it started at 9pm.  I donned my boots and jock and wrist band at my tent.  I didn’t bother with shorts and shirt to the short walk up to the clubhouse…

 

The sexual energy in the room is palpable.  Men are gathering—and it’s not quite start time.  I lean against a cube and drink from my water bottle.  The porn guys arrive—jocked and booted.  They move back into the space.  I can’t take my eyes off the man who has the cabin across from my tent.  He is mid-30’s. Asian and nicely worked out without going overboard.  We have flirted all day.  He has sat on his veranda jerking to porn on his phone.  Now I see his ass—it is perfectly shaped.  He sees my dick, jutting to the side of the jock pouch.  He wanders over.  We actually introduce ourselves, (Ethan) before my tongue is deep in his ass as he leans against one of the cubes. 

Ethan groans.  “Fuck me with your tongue…”

I do.  Over and over.

Ethan notices that one of Ray’s slings are open, as mine is full.  He leads me over and hops in.  He gets his ankles in the stirrups before I can help him.  “Now eat my ass again.”

I go to my knees.  He is opening easily.  He squeezes down on my tongue—milking it as if it were my cock.  I stand up, spit once more on my cock and slide in.  No inching.  Just a wonderfully steady glide home. 

Ethan’s eyes roll up and then come back to focus right on me.  “Fuck, that’s a nice cock.  Fuck me hard.”

 He doesn’t have to ask me twice.  I begin fucking him.  There are other men’s hands all over his chest and playing with his semi-hard uncut cock.  I fuck into him, grinding my pubes against his smooth butt cheeks.  Suddenly I pull out, kneel and go back to rimming his rather hairy ass crack.  He is making ass jizz like crazy.  I slurp it up.  Ethan moans.  I stand, spit some of his juices onto my cock and plow back into him…

*

The large man with the talented ass finds me.  My sling is available.  He loves how comfortable my wider sling is compared to others.  We have a good ‘get re-acquainted’ fuck.  He asks me to bring my ass flavored cock to the side of the sling so he can taste himself on me.  I oblige.  Repeatedly.

When we take a break, Antonio, the hot Latin who was my first fuck of the weekend, wants to try my sling.  He has been hanging out with some other Latin men most of the weekend and they crowd around to see my cock in action—the cock he’s obviously told them about.  I eat his hole.  It is open and wet—his ass lips slightly puffy, even this early in the night.  He does love cock.  I eat him out, enjoying his wetness.

“You want my dick?” I ask, as I stand up.

He just grins at the stupid question.  I slide in and fuck.  His friends work his nipples.   A big bear of a man also steps up to watch and stroke.  I nod to him.  He seems to want in.

“Do you want his cock, too?”

Antonio nods, with an affirmative grunt.  I step aside and the Bear, with a thick dick, slides in.

“Damn, he’s wet,” grunts the Bear.  He fucks Antonio harder.  I kneel and watch his cock fuck into Antonio’s hot ass.  The Bear pulls out.  I lick him clean.  He’s surprised—but pleased.  It makes him fuck Antonio for a few more minutes.

He pulls out again.  “Lick my dick clean.”  I do, stand up and fuck Antonio with my now, even harder, cock…

*

Reuben Foxx comes over while I am leaning against a cube, surveying the party in progress.  Ray is in full top mode, working one of his slings.  Dallas is at the other.  David and RC seem to be working a man over in tandem as the guy leans against a cube.

“Would you like to try my sling?”

Reuben nods.  In moments, I am kneeling and eating his ass, as he sighs.  I stand up.  I get into him a little easier this time—with my sling being higher.  It’s a fun fuck.  I love watching his face as he takes my dick. 

Reuben needs to go play with others.  I lick his hole one more time before I help him out…

*

“I loved getting your piss.”  It’s a hairy bear from Atlanta. 

I agree that that party, though short, was hot.  My sling is busy now, so I suggest he lean against a block.  I eat his really hairy hole.  He groans and does poppers—which allows my tongue to sink even deeper into him.

“Eat my sloppy mancunt.”

Just as he says it, I get a huge dollop of some man’s cum on my tongue.  I groan.  When he realizes I love it, he squeezes and gives me some more.  I lick it up and stand.  My cock finds it’s way through the mass of fur and fucks into his hole.

“Shit, you’re big—the perfect size,” he croons. 

I fuck him hard.  I want to churn what is left of the load inside him.

“Deep,” he mumbles.  “You are pushing his cum so deep…”

I fuck harder—then pull out.  I am rewarded by stray cum clinging to all that hair.  I clean him up with my tongue and tell him to find me if he takes another load…

*

David emerges from the group of men.  “Wanna fuck me?”

I just laugh.  And kiss him.  He starts to lean against the cube, but I redirect him to my sling.  I really want that ass to have been in there.  I get him into the stirrups and kneel.  His ass is damp.  His hole is wet.  But it’s all lube and ass jizz.  My tongue knows the difference.  I spit into him.

“Now, fuck me,” he commands as I stand up.

I sink into him.  He feels great.  I inch in—not because I have to, but I want him to beg me with those eyes of his.  And he does.  Only breaking our gaze as I bottom out deep inside him.  I begin a slow pump.  In and out.  David grabs his cock and strokes along with me.

As I speed up, he stops stroking, makes eye contact again and begins to babble about how good he feels, how big I am, how much he loves to get fucked.

His words work and I do just what he wants:  I fuck him harder.  And soon, harder yet.

The large man with the talented ass stops by.  He works David’s nipples—and occasionally sucks his cock.  I never pause in the fucking.  David’s ass is getting wetter and wetter from the battering it’s taking.

I stop.

“I want you on my rimseat.”

“Hell, yes…”

I get him out of the sling and lead the way.  I get under.  That magnificent wet ass sits on my face, obliterating the light—and much of the sound of the party.  My tongue finds his hole…

 

(I will continue this next post….)

Fornication Weekend Saturday: Piss Party

 Rural Georgia—June, 2022

 

^{The massive thunderstorm that finished off the evening on Friday, left my tent flooded and some camp sites without power.  I was rescued by the couple who had cooked me dinner that night.  I was given a comfortable sofa to sleep on.  Not to mention a wonderful tongue bath for both of my feet as the boots came off—this from the top in the relationship.  He had watched me all night and wanted to explore his bottom side with me—but not at any of the sex parties with others around.  We never found the right moment in our limited time left—and it remains one of my few regrets of the weekend.}

^{I have never mentioned one of the men who shared our tenting area—and he is about to become important.  I was the first one to arrive in the tenting area.  I set up my tent on Thursday and read a book in my folding chair, facing a large pond covered in lily pads.  Some time later a car arrived with two men.  One was the large man who had such incredible anal talents I mentioned in the last post.  The other was a handsome man—a Hollywood handsome man.  He was maybe 5’9” and trim.  He unloaded a few bags from the car, waved to the larger man who then drove off.  Miles than proceeded to strip to nothing but sandals.  He was yoga fit (I saw him on his mat, fully naked, every morning after that.)  He was well hung and uncut with a generous foreskin.  And he had the perfect hairless bubble butt.  He kept showing it to me, totally unselfconsciously, as he bent over to drive the tent stakes in place.  He had to go through vast quantities of sunscreen for he never put clothes on for the entire weekend. Except for an Aussie cowboy hat and his sandals.  I learned on Friday night he was a top.  Unless you were a porn star…and he took each and all deep inside that magnificent ass.}

^{Back to Saturday.  We had our discussion on Mental Health & Wellness in the early afternoon—led by RC, who in real life, works in just that field.  I missed the Blow Job contest held by the pool, for I was headed to the piss party.  We had a great outdoor space for it.  There was a large tree near the small campground play space that was ringed with decking and was an outdoor shower with three or four massive shower heads.  We could get piss wet and rinse—all in one shaded space…}

 

^{I am first to get there.  Naturally.  I keep chugging on my water.  It’s hot out.  And, while I have hydrated all morning, it is coming out of me in sweat, not piss.  Other men slowly begin arriving.  A furry young man, who, at the parties so far, seems to be all oral, is here.  I manage some piss onto his dick and suck it off.  He loves this—and does the same to me.  As he stands up, we realize, there are more of us now.  Maybe 15 looking to get wet and five or ten more who are standing around outside the deck area, watching.}

^{Other men splash some piss on the men kneeling.  We are all having issues with the heat and production.}

^{“You guys look too dry!”  It is Miles.  He clambers up onto the rail that surrounds the deck.  He stands above us and begins to piss.  He covers us—into open mouths and on chests, cocks and, for one hairy pig, his ass.}

David and Ray arrive.  Ray is up on the rail the moment Miles has run dry.  He coats us, too.  I watch David’s magnificent chest drip with Ray’s piss.  I am there to lick some off.  Ray disappears pretty much the moment he is out of piss—but it has kicked the party into sex mode.  I find I have more in my bladder than I thought.  I have David lean against the railing, his ass jutted out towards me.  I piss soak his ass.  There is enough hair to hold onto the pale yellow droplets.  I go to my knees and rim him deeply, licking up all the piss.  David moans.  I turn his hips so he can take some cock in his mouth while I rim.  He goes down on the cute otter whose cock I had pissed on.  I stand up.  “You want my cock?”  David grunts an affirmative around the cute otter’s dick.  I fuck him.  Not for long.  Just to get some of my piss up his ass.

^{“Let me clean that cock.”  It’s the hairy pig who is camped near me.  He moans at the combined taste of David’s ass and my piss.  Other men are in twos and threes.  Piss is flowing better now, but it is still more cocksucking than piss drinking.}

Miles is in the corner of the deck.  I turn David so he sucks that uncut cock.  I go back up his ass.  Myles grins at me.  I slide back into David’s ass.  I fuck him nice and easy—just a slight push onto Miles with each in stroke.  “You want his ass?” I ask Miles.

^{He nods.  David turns.  Now his mouth is on me, licking up all his own juices as well as the piss I got into his ass.  Miles fucks him much harder.  I would so love to get my tongue under that foreskin when Miles pulls out—but David gets that honor, when we turn him again.}

^{The Otter comes by and splashes piss on Miles’ dick for David to slurp up.  When the stream runs dry, David pulls off both of us.  He stands and gestures for Miles and I to kiss him—and we have an incredible moment of sharing some piss back and forth between the three of us.}

^{I break the kiss to eat David’s ass once more.  Miles leaves, as do most of the others.  No one is trying to get off with the big Fornication Party tonight.  David and I kiss again, my tongue flavored with his ass jizz and all that piss.  We shower together—and head to the pool…}

 

^{The piss party was scheduled for 30 minutes.  We took a little longer, but not much…}