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…

Fornication Weekend Sunday Morning Musings

Timberfell Lodge—July, 2025

 

I didn’t get to the campground until almost noon on Sunday.  I parked in the lot near the site of the massive party on Saturday night.  The first thing I saw was the blow-up unicorn that had been tied to the top of a sling frame.  It had lost most of its air overnight and hung limply from the frame, looking as tired and lifeless as I felt.  It felt good to just sit in my car for a moment with a cup of tea.  (I got enough energy back by nightfall for one last rout.  But I’m saving that story until Friday, so we don’t have three posts back-to-back all about large group sex events.) 

So a few bits and bobs, as my partner use to say…

Books:

I mentioned David-SF’s (David Wichman) book that I’d purchased the day before.   It is The Four Rooms:  An In-queery on Sexual Freedom and Well-Being.  David has worked for years with men who feel sexual shame and inadequacy.  He is the first to say it is not a self-help book so much as a process to finding a way of looking at things--so men can ‘make space for the parts of themselves that may be undiscovered or exiled by guilt’ in order to embrace our whole sexual being.  I am on the last chapter now and finding it fascinating.  He writes just like he talks—I feel like he’s beside me speaking right to me.   

 

I will also be picking up his memoir, Every Grain of Sand.

The Four Rooms is published by ONBrand Books, Nashville, TN.

David on Instagram:  David P Wichman (@davidsworld.me) • Instagram photos and videos

*

Allen Silver also has a new book out, Man of Use.  I found a card for it in my goodie bag from the event and asked Ric, the events coordinator, about it.  He had read it and liked it a lot.  Man of Use, to quote right from the card is “The story of a man who discovers his vocation is to be of erotic service to other men.”   I can’t wait to get my copy.

Here is the link to find it in paper, e-book or audible form: Man Of Use

On X:   @AllenSilverxxx

**

Last year I listed info for all the content creators I met (or had sex with…) This year, with my arriving late, I really didn’t have dealings with any one other than Jonah Wheeler.

 Jonah Wheeler:  Jonah Wheeler (@ShowOffJonah) / X

He has there a link to all the sites where he posts his video work.

**

The last thing I want to mention is a thank you to Ray Dalton.  As we were setting up the slings for the Fornication Party, he thought I should be in the room where the pool tables were.  I was fine with that—until blue lights were hung and turned on.  It was dark.  Almost black. Many men would (and did) love that, but I’m a guy who needs to read the bottom I’m fucking.  I need to see his face.  I need to see the cues and reactions of what I doing to/for him.

I mentioned this to Ray.  This man with a million balls in the air at that moment, instantly understood my issue—and did something about it.  We dragged my sling outside and replaced one of his in the pool room.  And that wasn’t all, as the sun set an hour into the party, Ray arrived with a clip light.  He installed it on the nearest post, making sure it wasn’t aimed right at us, but he wanted to make sure I had the visuals that are so important for how I fuck.  He didn’t have to do any of that.  But he cared.  He listened.  He ‘got’ me.

Thank you, Ray.  It’s one of the many things that make these events so special.

 

 

The link to info on all the upcoming parties:  FORNICATION

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…

Fornication Weekend Saturday: The Fornication Party (part one)

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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…