Fornication Weekend 2024 Part Four: The Amateur Shoot

 Timberfell Resort—June, 2024

Friday was another hot day.  I stayed at the motel for the morning and wrote up the post which became Hitting the Target.  After hitting the publish button, I made some tea and went to the campground.  I was hydrating as there was a piss party scheduled in the shower area near the pool.  It ended up being cancelled, which was just as well; no matter how hard I tried to hydrate, it all came out in sweat with the temperatures in the high eighties, touching 90 by mid-afternoon.

In the afternoon, I went to a lecture/discussion on, among other things, consent.  But my mind was on the upcoming amateur shoot later that day.  It had been fun last year, but with all the content creators around I was expecting it to be even better this year.   

I showed up at the pavilion tent just before 5pm to get the paperwork done.  I stripped down to boots and jock.  Three slings were set up.  There were three camera men, one of whom was one of my campground fans.  It was a great assortment of men as you can see from the picture.  A few pointers were given to us about things like hand placement so as not to get in the way of the shot, etc.  We take a picture.  And we began, with Ray egging us on…

 

I make instant eye contact with one of the men I fucked last year.  He’s one of the guys who was glad to see me when I arrived on Wednesday.  We grab the farthest sling.  He jumps in and I kneel, my tongue finding his hole.  He is in good shape, with a wonderfully furry chest, and a jock with a string tie.  I lube up as I eat him out.  He moans—and I stand up.  His friend is right there with the camera.  I enter him, just my big flared head popping into his wet hole.  I wait a second…and inch in.

“Fuck me!”

I begin, slowly, to fuck in and out.  In moments his hole is ready for a faster fuck.  I am soon slamming into him, making the sling frame squeak.  I lock eyes with him and keep up the pace.  I can see the effect of each of my fuck strokes in his face.  He keeps nodding, which makes me fuck a little harder still.

I glance around.  All three slings are busy.  In the middle one I see Sir Kirk working over Robbie Prescott.  I make a mental note I want Robbie’s ass before the day is done.  There are also men doing oral behind us—others watch the action happening in the slings.  It is a wonderful carnal energy.

I fuck a little longer.  I finally slap his ass and help him out of the sling.  Logan Grant is right there watching us.  He hops in.  I eat his hole, I think taking him by surprise that I’m rimming.  He groans, telling me how good it feels.  I stand up and slide into him.  His eyes widen as my full length stretches him open.  Our eyes lock.  I love looking into them as I fuck.  Another guy beats his hard cock on Logan’s hairy chest as I fuck…

*

I relinquish the sling to a younger top and his bottom. 

I move around.  I find Frank Bottoms, in the sling at the other end.  Someone has just pulled out of his ass, leaving it very wet.  He nods to me and I go to my knees and lick out his ass.  He moans and calls me a dirty pig.  I love his ‘high mileage’ hole.  It has seen a lot of cock in it—which makes my cock even harder as I take his pronounced ass lips into my mouth.  I spit some of his juices back into him and stand up.  Frank loves my cock.  He moans and tells me to keep on fucking him.  My hands find his ample pecs.  I work his nipples as my cock rams into him.

I pull out and let another man take over on Frank.  Sir Kirk has left Robbie panting in the middle sling.  I move in.  I am eating his hole before Robbie even knows I’m there.  He moans.  He smiles as I stand up and enter him.  It’s a talented ass.  He squeezes down on me in a welcoming way—and lets it go slack as I begin to fuck into him.  He has a wonderfully expressive face, letting me know just how much he loves my dick inside him.  I fuck and fuck—and stop only as I see there are other men eager to get into him.

I spot what I believe to be a couple.  They are likely my age.  The top, in his cowboy hat, is fucking his well-maintained partner.  This hot blond is bent over, holding onto the poles of a sling frame.  I have seen other men taking a turn in the blond as Cowboy Hat strokes to it.  I go over.  CH is plowing into him.  I nod.  He pulls out.  I clean his cock.  He grins and says “He wants your dick…”

I don’t need to be asked twice.  I push into the well-used hole.  He grunts his approval of my cock.  Cowboy Hat watches every stroke, working his own dick.  I fuck him hard—my hips slapping into his full ass.  The noise fills the pavilion.  I know we must be getting close to the end.  Other guys have shot and dropped out.  I wouldn’t mind loading this ass.  Cowboy Hat moves in—he wants to fuck the blond again.  “You really opened him up,” he smiles as he sinks into the blond…

*

I move to the middle sling.  Robbie is still there, but he is now face down in it, still fully supported by the sling, with his knees wrapped around the straps.  It looks uncomfortable, but he seems to love it—just as much as the young man fucking him incredibly hard.

I am joined by the first guy I railed.  He leans against the sling stand, watching Robbie, his ass jutting out for me to use.  I fuck him, also watching Robbie be take the guy’s dick.  In moments, the young man in Robbie is cumming.  His body shakes with every spurt.

I tell Robbie to stay there.  My camp follower on camera is right beside us as I begin to felch the load.  He even touches my head so I can pull back and give the viewers a better look at the cum dripping out of Robbie.

I stand up.  I know this is just what I need.

“You gonna breed me, too…? whispers Robbie.

I grunt out an affirmative.  My dick is pushing into the wet jizz I didn’t lick out.  My dick thrusts sound very wet. I fuck.  Hard and fast.

I pull out to taste the frothed cum.  The moment my tongue touches it, I know I’m ready to breed.  I stand back up and sink as deep as possible into slim little Robbie.  My cock fires off a load that doesn’t seem to stop…

*

Ray has said to check his X feed for where the edited video will be on his Just For Fans page: @RayDaltonXXX

 

 

 Frank Bottoms

X: www.x.comBlackGayBooty_1

T:  http://twitter.com/FrankBottomsXXX

IG: @FrankBottoms_1

JFF: @FrankBottomsXXX

OF: @FrankBottomsXXX

Logan Grant aka Dreidel

X: www.x.com/LoganGrantXXX

IG: The_Logan_Grant

JFF: logangrantxxx

 

Robbie Prescott

X: www.twitter.com/RobbiePrescott1

IG: @RobbiePrescott

JFF: Robbie Prescott

OF: Robbie Prescott

Sir Kirk’s info is on an earlier post.

The Days Before IML

 At My Computer—May, 2024

 

I drove home, in the early hours, after my time with Osvaldo.  I got up late (for me) and had a lazy Saturday.  But by Sunday, I was ready for sex.  I obviously couldn’t go to my usual haunt after the accident.  I checked online.  The bookstore—the one that had remodeled into a playspace along with the usual screens—had Sunday hours.  I decided to go. 

I pulled into the lot.  It was closed.  No notice on the building.  The hours posted on the door said it should be open.  Two other men were in the parking lot, waiting.  I went to an antiques mall—and came back an hour later.  Still closed.

I went home. 

The day I found out about the accident I had cashed in some reward points and gotten a bisexual DVD from Biphoria.   I went to the playroom to play it.  I loved the first scene.  Good scene set up, smoking sex—a threeway with 2 men and a young woman.  Everyone’s hole was available.  The trains they did on each other were just what I wanted to see.  Loads were shared amongst the three participants, everyone hungry for them. 

I knew I had a big load myself from watching.  I went to the freezer and added it to the devil’s dick I had started this spring (and had forgotten about.)

The next afternoon I went down for the second scene.  It froze up in the middle of it.  I tried washing the disc.  Twice.  No better.  I took it back and exchanged it for another disc from the same company.  First scene of this one was also good.  I checked the next scene.  It froze around the same time frame as the other disc. 

I took it back and got some gay porn from Skynmen.  But I was really wanting to see more from Biphoria.  I went online.  I found free scenes on a number of the online porn sites.  I jacked like a 20-year-old.  I couldn’t get enough.  Especially of a young man named Hatler Gurius: covered in tats, huge cock, totally vers and up for anything.

That night, I had to move the condom of frozen cum out of the shot glass—as it was now full.  I let it hang into a pill bottle.

The next night I found two or three orgies made by the same company.  Always a couple more men than women.  All about moving effortlessly from hole to hole.  Mouths cleaning cocks constantly.  All raw. And all sex juices treated as liquid gold.

The devil’s dick now has eight big loads of frozen cum for some lucky bottom.

*

I was not planning on sharing this.  But somehow it seemed like I should.  After all, it is what I did on those days leading up to IML. It stoked the fires for that trip.

FP on Twitter and Just for Fans

 

I know I should be writing up my last post of IML, but I am too spent.  I am at my second Fornication Weekend—this time in Tennessee.  (Lots more about that to come in a couple of weeks.)  The thrust this year of the weekend was about porn content creating.  Lots of that was happening.

By chance, I heard from an old friend of mine—who I called Will on here.  He and his partner used to throw a sex party for me every time my job took me to St. Louis.  (I have included a link below to the last time I saw him before they moved to a different state.)  Well, in the email, Will told me that he now has a presence in the Just for Fans, Twitter, and Only fans world.  He asked if I would sign a release to let him post a video of me fisting him that was done back in St Louis.

Of course, I would.  Fisting can only be posted on two of the three sites.  While I was here in Tennessee, he let me know it was up.

His screen name is @FFistBottom.  The video should be on Twitter and Just For Fans.  I am tagged with my porn name, Charles Wolfe. 

Explore—let me know if you find it!

FFist Bottom (@FFistBottom) / Twitter

 

A link to my last St Louis visit to Will is here:  The Newcommer's Cum.

A Blast from My Porn Past

 I always enjoy getting mail from my readers.  This particular reader had found a shot of me online.  At least he thought it was me.  I wasn’t identified, but he was sure it was from one of my porn shoots. 

He sent it along.  It was indeed from my porn initiation with the fabulous Jayson Park, Jayson’s MAL Barebang.

Fuck, I loved plowing his hot ass.  And eating it.

(And I got to do it again when I helped host a gangbang for him…)

Ah, memories…

 *****

If you need them, here is my own review of doing it.  Review.

There are two posts about helping Jayson set up a gangbang at CLAW   Set-up.  &  The event.

Here is a link to The Breeder’s Journal—where I detail the filming.  The Breeder’s Journal, Day 3

A Super Super Bowl Sunday

Near Home—February, 2022

After the less than stellar bookstore experience, I was still horned.  I decided it was time to go back to my usual stomping grounds slightly closer to home.  It was now Super Bowl Sunday—I was intrigued to see who wasn’t a sports fan…

 

The place is busy.  Lots of men in and out of the two video rooms.  The porn is exceptionally good on the gay side.  A Lucas Entertainment daddy epic.  My cock drools as mouths on screen suck the cock fresh from the perfect ass it was fucking.

Many men have looked in.  But now one sits across from me.  I think I recognize him, but he has still opted to wear a mask, so I’m not sure.  He has the body of a former football player.  He now likely late 30’s—but I am no longer a good judge on ages.  He nods to me.  I nod back.  We watch the film.  It takes no time before he is groping himself.  Soon enough he unzips and he takes out his bigger than average cock.  It looks very black against his white t-shirt.

We stroke to the two daddies using a young man.  There is rarely a moment the kid onscreen does not have two big dicks in him.  One way or another.  His moans are hot—not annoying.

Finally my theatre companion turns to me.  “Will you suck me?  I love your mouth.”

So I do know him.  I go over and kneel in front of him.  I take him down easily.  He is longer than usual, but not particularly thick.  He also has a curve that perfectly fits my throat.  He lets me do all my tricks of tongue and playing with suction—but will then hold me still to fuck my throat.

He finally stops me with “I don’t want to cum too fast.” 

He does himself up and he must get off in the arcade for I don’t see him again.

I check in next door.  A straight couple is watching the porn.  His hand is under her short skirt; her hand totally covers a very small cock.  There are at least eight men in the room before me.  They just know they are going to get a game day blow job—and soon enough the guy starts choosing men for his partner to service.

A man next to me, who has his dick in his hand, reaches out and strokes my dick—unusual when there is a woman present.  He goes to his knees in front of me, but still continues with just his hand.  Stroking. 

And whispering:  “Do you like women?  My wife would love your cock.  Sooo thick.  She’s cute—not like her.”  He tosses the woman in the room a look of contempt.  (He’s right, but I say nothing.)  “I want to see my wife suck you—and watch you fuck her.  And fill her with your cum.”

I lean forward and whisper:  “Which you’d eat out?”

And the guy shoots on the spot.  All over the floor between my boots.  He promises to look for me to make his fantasy a reality. 

(I have never seen him again.)

The man offers me his woman.  I smile and decline. 

She gets four men off (all over her breasts and mouth) before they leave.

A bearded guy, who stayed well behind the couple, has been watching me.  He comes toward me now.  He is tall and thin.  He unzips, revealing he is built like me all over.  He goes to his knees and gives me excellent head.  My cock is dripping and he is leaving me with gobs of slick spittle all over my shaft and balls.  Fuck—the joy of a beard on your balls…

He deep throats me effortlessly at first.  Over and over again.

He goes to lick my balls—and under them—without being told.

He come back up and begins for the load in earnest.  I think it might happen—but the moment I think it, my orgasm recedes.  He is going at a terrific pace—and can’t possible prolong it.  He finally pulls off me, winded.

“I tried…” he mumbles.

I tell him I take forever and not to take it personally and that I loved what he was doing.  He stands up, rather shakily—his rampant dick is right in front of me.  I take it in my mouth.  He sighs out a “Yesssss….”

I go to my knees.  I suck his big cock.  Trying to give him the exact pleasure he gave me.  I pull his pants down and play with his very hairy ass as my mouth remains all over his erection.  A finger grazes his hole.  He pulls his cheeks apart in invitation.  My third finger invades.

He gasps and squirms—pushing my long middle finger deep into his guts.  He bucks back on it—and erupts into my mouth.  He holds my head in place—as if I would even think of pulling off him.

I clean him up with my tongue.  Every drop.  He thanks me.  He lingers like he might want to give me his number, but then takes off quickly.  I wish I had offered mine…

A long lull.  I think of leaving.  I go watch most of the Lucas film instead.

I check the straight side after the movie ends.  I have been jerking to it long enough that likely any one could get me off now.

I sit in the back row—in the cocksucker seat.  Where men can stand against the back wall and turn to the person seated and be perfectly lined up.

I don’t wait long.  A graying Daddy arrives and whips up a seven incher. 

He strokes.

He turns.

I suck.

I stop stroking I am so close.

“Ah, fuck…” he hisses and explodes in my mouth.

And I blast off right along with him.

 And a link to the preview:  Daddy's in Charge!

One More Picture of Jake

Is it wrong for me to hope that Jake took some mental notes on my rimming technique?

I should be back at the keyboard, typing away, this weekend.

An Update on Another Jake

As I have been inundated at work, my writing has been put on hold—so let’s talk about porn!

Jake Morgan, who I was lucky enough to get to play with thanks to the Professor, has a new scene out on Raw Fuck Club.  I opened my morning email and there was this:

This incredibly cute man with the killer smile shows off just how versatile he is—as he did with us.  

The link to the trailer is here:

Cock Collusion

And I will be breeding that beautiful man if I am ever lucky enough to meet with him again.

Unexpected Picture Post

It's always good to be searching for something else and find a picture of yourself.

Especially if it's you fucking a hot man like Jayson Park.

This is a still I had never seen before from my first porn: Jayson's MAL Barebang.

Pornstar Alert: Jake Morgan

 The Professor’s eye for up and coming (or is that cumming?) talent is in evidence again.

You remember Jake Morgan from the last hotel romp the Professor put together….

Jake told me, when I asked for pictures of him, that he had just completed his first shoot for Raw Fuck Club.   Well, two days ago I got the announcement that the pay per view site had a new release, Ian Greene Gangbang, Parts 1 & 2.

And look who is in the gang—Jake is second from the right in this still.

The link to the previews are here:   Part 1   Part 2

Jake is the first cock you see coming out of Ian’s mouth in the trailer for Part 1.

There’s a nice moment of him topping in Part 2.

Watch the trailers. 

And watch the whole scene…if we don’t pay for porn, they stop making it…

Vintage

No, these are not stills from my first photo shoot….

I love vintage nudes and vintage porn.

Since I don’t have time to write today, enjoy…

Finding the Words

I can't believe who the Professor took me to meet.

Oh, fuck....I'm still finding the words....

FP on Video

You may remember that I shot some porn for Bad Seed during IML last May.  For no real reason I checked in at the website this morning.  Lo and behold—the first thing I saw was me eating ass.

ExtremeCumHole was the great bottom.  

The video is aptly titled Cum in My Hole.

It is very reality based—no glossy boys here—just lots of raw rutting.  I am in the first three-on-one scene...

...and later in the stairwell section with a different bottom.

Bad Seed Media’s site is here.  The trailers (three from this video) looked hot--even to me--someone who can find it hard watch himself perform.

The Professor and the Pornstars

Chicago—November, 2015

Thanksgiving week.  It was the day after the cat fight over my cock at the bookstore and the Professor arrived in town.  He was taking me to Chicago for another sexpedition.   He left his car at my place and I drove into the city.  As we entered the tollway to take us across Indiana, I asked about where we stood with the porn guys.  Once again, The Professor was purchasing the exact type of man he wanted, I was there to share, inspire and facilitate. 

“Marcus is for sure,” the Professor told me.  I was not surprised that the tall, fair skinned, ginger haired man with the true 10 inch dick would be making another appearance.  He and the Professor had had a great connection.  I’d loved drinking his piss and eating his ass.

“The other person who got back to me instantly is this versatile guy who is just starting to do porn.  He’s visiting Chicago this week.”  The Professor showed me a picture on his smart phone of a hot young otter type.  It was taken by one of the major porn companies who were starting to do fetish vids, but always with condoms in evidence.    

“And he’s ok with our bareback scene?”

“Absolutely.  Cade is on PrEP and loves raw play.  But when you write it up, just give him a false name.  We don’t want to get him into trouble at work.” 

“I promise.”   (And I have…) 

“Now, surprisingly Chad hasn’t gotten back to me.”

“You got a third?” I tried, not very successfully, to keep the surprise out of my voice.

“Why not?  You loved Mr. Brock’s ass last time.”

That was certainly true.  It had been the best kind of fantasy fulfillment.

“What time did you tell them?”

“Seven o’clock tonight.”

I glanced at the clock on my dash—plenty of time to check in, eat, set up the sling, clean up and rest before arrival.

The room is set.  The sling fits between the two double beds if we shove them to the wall.   Covers are removed, blankets turned down, lube is out along with some bottles of water.  I have a red bandana over the wall mounted desk light—it casts a rosy glow over the room.  With leaving the bathroom door open, we have another dim shaft at the other end of the room.   I get into my leathers.  The Professor is in a jock.  We are ready…and it’s 6:55pm.

On the dot of 7:00 there is a knock at the door. 

“Bet it’s Marcus,” I tell him.  But when I answer, it’s Cade. 

He is twice as cute as his picture.  And he can’t take his eyes off the bulge in my jock.  But he does—and asks if he can check his clean out as he’s come from across town.  As he disappears, the Professor opens the door for Marcus.  He and the Professor hug—and the client instantly starts removing Marcus’ clothes.

Cade returns—dressed down to a jock and boots.  His cropped hair looks redder in the light of the room than it did in his pictures. He’s slightly younger than I guessed—late 20’s or early 30’s—nicely built goes without saying in the world of mainstream porn.  We do a quick introduction—and then let Marcus get back to giving the Professor a back rub—something that always triggers Marcus’ erection.

Cade is on his knees in front of me.  He is a gear guy, he tells me.  He loves playing in any kind of gear—and loves the smell of my chaps.  He digs my cock out of the pouch and into his mouth.  Oh, yeah.   He’s good.  I am soon snaking my entire length all the way down his throat.  I hold his head and begin to fuck his mouth.   This makes his cock push out of his own jock.  He starts to stroke it—then stops—giving all his attention to me.

“In the sling,” I tell him.  I glance at the Professor—he’s lying on his back and Marcus is grinding his ass onto the Professor’s tongue.  I get Cade’s legs in the stirrups and look at the ass in front of me.  Full and lavishly haired.  The ass crack is a forest.  I fall to my knees and get to work.

“Oh, fuck.  Eat my hole out.”  Cade’s ass flowers open.  My tongue drills deeper and deeper.  He’s jacking now.  “Fuck me with that big dick.  Put that big raw cock in me.”

I stand, lube and enter.  Really slowly for one so open.  But it’s so worth taking my time.  I can feel him open inch by inch.  When I bottom out, he holds up one finger.  We pause.  Then: “Now fuck me hard.”

I do.  Hips slapping against that full butt.  It’s loud enough for Marcus to pause in his fucking of the Professor and look at us.  He grins and then matches my thrusting so our hips are in total sync. 

I fuck. 

I fuck Cade until he begins to shake—the first of two full body orgasms I give him in the course of the evening.

We switch partners for a moment when Marcus thinks he has piss for me.

Cade gets the Professor on his back.  He slips into the Professor.  And fucks him until he loads his ass.  I don’t have time to felch it, for Marcus is more than ready to fuck in it.  They move off to the other bed and I answer the door.

Chad Brock arrives, apologetic for being late.  Cade takes a break while I fuck Chad.  Watching me plow into the muscle ass gets him hard again.   He takes a turn fucking Chad, too.

I send Chad to the other bed—to help add into the other scene.  I want a moment alone back in Cade’ ass.  I get him on all fours.  I eat his well fucked hole.  He squirms.  He pushes—and his tiny rose bud pushes into my mouth.  It is one of those moments that surprise me—and I have to stop jerking.

From the other bed, I hear Marcus shoot his load up the Professor.  He collapses on the Professor’s back and stays there.  I go over.  “Oh, yeah…”  Marcus comes back to reality and remembers what I love.  He pulls out slowly and lets me clean that mammoth cock. 

I get the Professor into the sling for a quick felch.  The other three ring the sling—hands everywhere stroking and twisting nips.  I taste some cum, but it’s deep.  I stand up and push into the Professor to pull out some load.  It works.  My big flared head does the trick.  I hunker down and clean him up.

“I want to watch you load Cade,” the Professor tells me.  They exchange places.  I eat a little.  I could spend forever with that hot ass, but I know our two hours are coming to a close.  I eat.  I fuck.  Cade has his second internal orgasm.  I pull out and taste what that does to his hole.  He pushes his super juicy rose bud into my mouth. Holy fuck—I stand up and fire the first shot on his swollen ass lips.   I push into him and fuck the rest of my load as deep I can.  I lean down and kiss him.

When we come up for air, he tells me not to pull out.  I stay in place.  Cade grabs his cock—and shoots a traditional load all over his hairy chest.  Chad leans in for the clean-up and a cum soaked kiss with me. 

“Can you take another load?” the Professor asks Cade.

“Sure…”

I move out of the way and the Professor fucks into the sloppy hole I have just left. 

It doesn’t take long for him to shoot.  Or for me to clean up that hairy, wet ass crack…

*****

All the boys shower—not  in any particular hurry to leave.  The Professor gives them each an envelope—for the time they chose to spend with us.

We sit down one on each bed after Chad, the last to leave, has shut the door.

“Good?”  I ask.

I don’t get an answer in words.  Just the most contended sigh you can imagine.

I really wish I could post pictures of the others...

A reader asked for  link to the first time we did this--you will find that entry HERE.  
Or hit 'Professor' in the label cloud.

The Professor In Chicago: Saturday Night Porn Guys

Chicago—May, 2105

The Professor wrote me in February:

Hey FP.

I finally have a date for my presentation in Chicago--May 9.  I plan to come up a bit early and stay a bit afterwards.  How does this date look for you?

I was wondering if it might be fun for me to hire a porn guy to play in a group.

Hope you are well… 

Well, then the fun began.  The Professor went from thinking to hire one msn, to maybe two, well, three would work, wouldn’t it?  And then the selection.  I had never really cruised those sites.  It was eye opening.  The Professor went through a lot of emails.  These men proved as flakey as the regular gay male population online.  Our selections narrowed only slightly as we wanted men comfortable with bareback sex.  We settled on an exclusive top and two versatile men so I would have other guys available to fuck.  The exclusive top was a very tall blond who was working to put himself through grad school.  Marcus was in his early 30’s, quite pale with ginger-ish hair and was nicely worked out, but not excessively so.  And he had a 10 inch dick.  The other two were porn stars.  As one didn’t show on the day, I am not going to even bother to mention his name.  The other was the man I had suggested from the first moment this possibility came up:  Chad Brock.

I had sucked Chad’s cock and rimmed his ass at an IML piss party where he was hired to be the centerpiece of the night.  He was ideal: versatile and a man I had always wanted to fuck.

So I got to Chicago on Saturday afternoon.  The Professor had checked into the motel on the north side of the city which hosts countless fuck parties.  We were in a room with two double beds.  The sling fit, just, between the two.  We were ready by 7 pm.  And I was actually a little nervous.  Within moments there was a knock on the door…

It’s Marcus.

He has great pictures—but the man is much more handsome in person.  He sheds his clothes fast.  The Professor is instantly smitten.  They kiss, they fondle, there is a brief nude massage and I watch that 10 incher harden into a fucking lance as he rubs the Professor’s shoulders and ass cheeks.

Just before they fuck, there is another knock at the door.  It’s Chad.  The two guys know each other and smile.  I am suddenly no longer the voyeur.  Chad strips down, and instantly is on his knees, pulling my engorged but not fully hard cock out of my jock.  He gives great head.  I twist my balls once, just to make sure I’m not too excited.

And then I say the line I have always fantasized saying to him:  “Let’s get you into the sling.”

I kneel in front of his glorious ass.  And my tongue hits home.  He’s tight and I work lovingly to open him up.  I look over at the bed.  The Professor is on all fours and being long dicked.  He is grunting in rhythm to the slow, steady pounding he’s taking.  I concentrate on the ass in front of me.  Chad has a guiche piercing.  I take it in my mouth and pull on it slightly.  It’s heavy on my tongue.   I go back to lubing his hole with my saliva.  I want him good and wet when I finally get to sink my dick into this man.

I lick and spit.  And kiss him.  He seems to love the taste of his ass on my tongue.  As I kiss him, I have to lean across him, my cock head poking at his wet hole.  I marvel at how hard his body is—I’ve fucked a lot of guys in good shape, but I have never touched a man this ripped.  I pull out of the kiss and, as I stand up, my dick starts to enter him.  I get the head in.  But he’s not comfortable—I can see it on his face.  I work more slowly.  My cock is really stretching him. 

I glance over and am surprised to see the Professor giving Marcus a deep rimming.

I look down at my cock.  I’m only half in.

“Can I sit on it?” Chad asks.  I agree.

The two couples change areas—the Professor is in the sling and I lie down on the bed.

“Let me eat your ass some more.  Sit on my face,” I tell Chad.  He stands over me.  Those tree trunks of legs fold and lower that muscle butt onto my face.  I beat my cock as I rim, but I have to stop.  I can’t get enough of his ass.  Suddenly, Chad moves.  He turns around and settles down on my dick.  I am suddenly in him full length and in one easy glide.  Chad holds still for only a moment, and then begins fucking himself on my cock.  I love the look of pleasure on his face.  I watch the thick gold chain on his neck bounce in time with him.  My hands are everywhere, touching those huge biceps, that massive chest and the taut, muscled butt.  The guys at the sling have actually stopped fucking to watch us.

We fuck a long time and only stop  when Chad’s legs need a break.

“Now who’s the piss drinker?” Marcus asks.

“That would be me.”  I scramble off the bed and kneel before him.  The ten incher is not erect, but still nicely plumped.  I let him rest it in my mouth—and he delivers a hot, sweet load down my throat.  When I come up for air, the Professor is sucking Chad on the bed.  I look at Marcus.  “Do you mind if I eat your ass?”

“Help yourself.”  He gets in the sling and starts stroking his dick back to full hardness.  His ass is gloriously haired.  I lick the full length of his crack and then sink deeper into his butt than I expect.

When we finally stop, I ask Marcus to fuck Chad while I fuck the Professor.  Chad is still on his back on the bed.  He scoots down and lifts his legs onto the tall man’s shoulders.  I bend the Professor over so he can still lick Chad’s cock as I fuck him. A perfect mix of men and desires.

****

“I have more piss.”  Marcus gives me a second load.   It’s slightly stronger after all the exertion.  

When I stand, Marcus touches my butt.  "You have a cute ass.  Are you sure you don't want me to fuck you?"

I shake my head.  I can tell he's a good top, but there's no way I'm going there with a 10 incher.

Chad tries to give me some piss too, but turns pee shy.  I get up and turn him around and fuck him on all fours.

Marcus is fucking the Professor in the sling.  “Oh, fuck…”  Marcus is cumming.  10 inches deep in the Professor.   I am up for the challenge.  I pull out of Chad and kneel by the still joined men.  

Marcus understands instantly what I want.  He pulls out and lets me clean his oversized cock.  I get a taste of his sweetish jizz and leave his cock thoroughly cleaned.  I plaster my face into the Professor’s ass.  I burrow as deep with my tongue as I can.  But I want more.  I stand up and stick my dick into the slightly gaping hole and fuck in the cum Marcus has left in his ass.  I pull some out, kneeling quickly to catch it as it runs out of his hole.  I fuck again.  And catch more cum on my tongue. 

I move over to Chad, still on all fours on the bed.  I dribble some load from my mouth onto his ass crack.  He groans in pleasure.  I swab it up with my cock and fuck it into him. 

And I shoot into the ass I’ve fantasized about for years…

IML- Day Two (continued) - More Porn and a Reward

Chicago—May, 2015

(Saturday night.)

It’s been a few hours since I left the piss party.  I read the text again—telling me where to meet.  It’s on a high floor of the host hotel—near a service elevator that is off a main corridor.  The director wants to shoot a scene in a more public place.  This hotel is a maze.  I follow the signs towards the room number he gave us as a sign post.  Thank goodness he did or I’d never find it.  The hotel is an old residence hotel.  It has charm—but three separate towers of rooms all with different numbering.  And the hallways are hidden behind fire doors—sometimes labeled with the room numbers beyond—sometimes not.

 I am the first one there.  There is the soda machine and an ice machine mentioned in the text.  I open the windowed door to the service elevator landing area.  There are two tall windows that lead to fire escapes.  Around the corner, out of view from the windows are, the ancient elevators (still used?) for the staff.  The floor is thick with dust and grime.  A soda bottle, half drunk, lies abandoned on the floor by pipes going down the wall from the floor above.  There is little light coming in.  I check my phone as I go back to the soda machine.  I’m ten minutes early—of course.

Beer Can Cock arrives telling me he has finally managed to get off in ExtremeCumHole this evening.  I nod, but wonder about the timing.  His mammoth cock is barely hidden by his black Lycra shorts.  He reaches up one of the leg holes and pulls it out, stroking it.  It’s still hard thanks to the Trimix. 

We wait.  We chat about who else we’ve done.

The director arrives with the Cub.  It will be the three of us again.  He tells us he had one more top—but he backed out when he found out he couldn’t use condoms.  I look the other way as the Cub gets some Trimix injected into his dick as well.  I grope myself under the fly of the ripped blue denim 501’s.  I have my chaps over them and am wearing my harness and a leather jacket. 

We wait.

No bottom.  He’s still cleaning out.

I have to piss—I’m still on an every half hour schedule even after all these hours from the party.  The director takes me to his room.  I meet the bottom just coming out of the bathroom.  He’s maybe 40, tall, quite well built and covered with tattoos.  We shake hands and he goes on to dry off and get into a jock while I piss.

We are all assembled.  We worry about light, but the director tells us we are good.  The set-up is simple—Beer Can will see the bottom idly waiting in corridor by the ice machine and drag him through the door to the dusty landing area.  He’s to bend him over and plow him.  The Cub and I arrive and do the same.  He wants it brutal—with no frills or foreplay.

The scene starts.  The bottom leans against the wall, one foot up by his other knee—the classic “you want this?” rent boy pose.  BC grabs him with some improvised dialogue.  He pulls him by the neck through the door.  The camera follows as do the Cub and myself.

“Grab your ankles.” 

The bottom does as he’s told.  BC spits on his hole.  That massive cock hits a hole that is nervous and clamped shut.  The bottom lets out a squeal that’s loud enough to carry out into the main corridor.  BC thrusts again.  And again.  With no success. A finger is barely inserted.

“Get him open for me,” BC commands, turning to me.

I enter the scene.  The bottom is now hanging on to the pipes.  I drop to my knees and spit on his hole—I push it in with my tongue.  Barely.  I know the director doesn’t want this kind of play.  I Undo my pants and stroke my semi hard cock.  I touch the floor by mistake and come up with a handful of grit sticking to my lubed fingers.  I wipe it on my chaps and gingerly stroke my penis.  Almost to full erection.

As I stand, outside the door, the ice machine clatters a delivery of cubes and two queenie boys laugh.

My cock wilts as I press against the unforgiving hole.

I spit again.  And simulate some fucking.  Beer Can walks towards us.  The door to our alcove opens.  I walk off camera and try to gesture what is going on to a young man who’s groping himself and watching the show.  He eventually pulls out a miniature dick and strokes.  He finally stops and starts texting. 

On screen BC is trying to get into the bottom again.  No success as far as I can see.

A Latino couple arrive as if they owned the place.  Both handsome and tatted.  I try to shush them.  They lean against the wall, out of camera range and watch BC enter the bottom.  Briefly.  It’s just starting to look hot, when the bottom squeals and pulls off him.  The taller of the two Latinos pulls out his cock.  The first man goes down on him, oblivious to the camera and what we are doing.

The Cub is trying to take over the scene.  He’s as nervous and incredibly uncomfortable as we all are.  Even with the ED chemicals swirling through his system, his cock stays soft.  He eats the bottoms butt for a moment and then gives up.

The other Latino drags out his cell phone and starts filming this cluster fuck.

BC is back, telling the bottom to grab his ankles again.  This time he gets the dick into him.  A few strokes and another squeal of agony.

This convinces our three intruders to get the fuck out of the alcove.

I stand away from the window in the door and concentrate on getting fully hard.  I am successful and take over from BC.  I am able to enter his now slightly looser hole.  The bottom grabs at the window ledge and we have a few moments of good sex.  Then he tightens so hard around my cock, I want to squeal as loudly as he has been doing.  But I don’t.  As my dick goes soft, I simply fake an orgasm.  The men watching are convinced.  I pull out, slapping his butt as if he gave me the best fuck of my life and go stand guard at the door.

The outside corridor is now louder than ever as countless men return to their rooms.  They chat loudly, laugh and some try to look through the window.  I stand so they can’t see a thing.  I glance out and I am sure that I see a security guard coming our way.  The hotel has been shutting down sex parties with open door policies on the previous nights.  I look again.  It’s just an IML participant dressed in his finest cop uniform.

BC is lying on the filthy floor.  The bottom is lowering himself onto the dick.  It works for a few strokes.  Then it grinds to halt.  We try again.  A few strokes.  Nothing.  We stop.

“I think I can make it work,” the director tells us.  “I’ll just change the order so the cum shot is last.”

Really? 

BC and I go up a couple of flights and realize we are going to the same sex party.  I tell him I wish we could have dragged our unwilling bottom to a room—so we all could have relaxed behind a closed door.

We find the room we want.  The door is propped open.  Inside the darkened room, with the only light coming from a bathroom doorway, a number of men are watching two guys getting fucked.  It’s my pal Bryant (Red Trunks) and his roommate on all fours.

BC wants Bryant.  Who can blame him?  Bryant isn’t a big man, but he eventually can take that massive cock—with enough poppers.  I fuck the roommate—reveling in the young flesh and creamy hole.  I have taken no Viagra—funny how a little privacy has me hard as a rock.  My boy is in a massive leather harness and a blue jock.  He’s cute, Italian and young.

BC lies down on this floor too and has Bryant ride his dick .  We all watch until Bryant calls it off.  BC takes his leave—looking for bigger hole.  I make way for another top up the Italian.  I fuck Bryant, but he’s feeling the busy day and we don’t fuck for long.

Soon the room clears.  And I am left alone with the two bottoms.

“Side by side,” I tell them.

I start in Bryant.  My tongue goes into his tortured hole as I rub my right hand along the outside of the cummy Italian butt.  Then I move over and rim/felch the Italian and use the side of my left hand on Bryant.  The guys are moaning from my tongue.

I move back and enter Bryant with my dick.  I fuck a few strokes and switch.  This totally surprises the Italian, but he grunts out his appreciation.

Back to Bryant.  Three Strokes.  Four. 

Into the Italian. 

“Please breed him.”  It’s Bryant wanting his pal to get my cum.

I can’t refuse him.

I let go of all the evening’s frustrations with a terrific, stop-the-world-for-a-split-second orgasm.  My knees give way and I let myself slide to the floor, my face in line with the deep filled hole.

“Oh, yeah,” murmurs Bryant, knowing me too well, “Felch your load out of him.”  He goes in for a kiss with his friend.

The Italian reaches back and, grabbing my head, holds me in place as I swallow my load…