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…

IML 2025: Final Thoughts

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IML Fornication Party Teaser

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Re-post: CLAW 3.2: Blue

So, I wrote the pictures are never the actual people.  Well, this one is.  I was at CLAW (the year I taught the piss workshop) and somehow the stars aligned, and porn legend Blue Bailey came to my hotel room to play.  I had the sling and rim seat with me.

Re-post:  CLAW 3.2:  Blue

Cleveland—April, 2019

I walked out of the Piss Demo thinking I didn’t reek of piss.  Wrong.  I got back to the hotel, showered, wrote a post and got some lunch.  I set up the room, tucking the sheet on top of the tarp, getting the rimseat out from under the sling and placing towels I’d brought with me in easy reach.  I was expecting a visitor at 2:00 pm.  On the dot there was a knock…

 

I open door.  It’s Blue Bailey—grinning.  He’s in town for some of the CLAW events.  He strips off the moment I shut the door.  We embrace and go into a passionate kiss.  I learn quickly we are both very oral people.  He sinks to his knees and takes me in his mouth.  It’s excellent head.  I rest my hands on his head and let him go to town.  No need to fuck his face—well, this time.

“Can you sit on the seat?” he asks.

This is not what I was expecting at all.  But I’m not about to say no.  I let him get under and sit down.  He feasts on my ass.  His cock goes from hard to granite the moment his tongue touches my hole.  He slobbers up into me.  I have had some great rimming this trip and Blue is a master.  I lean slightly, still making sure he has full access to me, and I lightly finger around his hole.  I could sit there all day, but I want to return the favor.

“Let’s use the bed.  Get on all fours.”

He does.  That famous ass is right in front of me.  I dig in.  Fuck.  I stop stroking my dick and concentrate on giving him the pleasure he just gave me.  I poke and prod and drill my tongue into him.  He seems to love what I’m doing.  I stand and slap my dick against his sopping wet pucker.  His breathing changes.  I swipe some precum onto his hole.  I tell him what I just did, kneel and tongue it into him.  This elicits a groan.  I do it again…but this time I stick the head of my cock fully into him.  I tongue him a littler more, tasting my juices in his ass.

Only now do I stand up and fuck him.  He is an active fuck—he pushes back on me, impaling himself on my rigid cock.  He goes flat to the bed, I stay in him and fuck him some more, then twist him to his side and keep going.  Touching his back and chest – the muscles are incredibly hard.  I don’t play with many guys who hit the gym so regularly.  I love it—and am slightly intimidated.

I lean down and kiss him again.  We roll a little until his head is over the edge.  I take the hint.  I face fuck him.  Slowly at first.  Increasing the speed.  My balls slapping that handsome face.  Blue takes me, seemingly having no gag reflex.

We pause.  Sling time.  His feet are in the stirrups with little help from me.  I eat his hole some more.  I love how it’s opened up with the pummeling I’ve given it.  So I pummel it some more.  I ask if he’s ok with a little piss on his crack.  I assure him I am anything but a pnp-er.  My bladder now has wonderfully clear piss from the Demo.  I hose down his crack and then lick him clean.  I lean over to kiss him as my cock goes back into his butt.

*

I take my turn under the rimseat.  I think he used some poppers as I ate out his fucked out/pissed on hole.  Again, I had to stop jerking.  There was no way I was going to let myself shoot yet.  Without any prompting from me, Blue stands up and sits on my dick.   He rides me and knows instinctively to bring his freshly fucked hole back to my tongue.

Fuck!  It’s great.  My cock is now totally dripping.

We get up.  I drink some water to cleanse my palette.  I pull the long padded hotel bench in front of the full length mirror.  I want to see me fucking him.  And, frankly, I want him to see this daddy use his ass.

He goes chest to bench, head up.  He watches me push into his wet, wet hole.  Soon his eyes glaze in the best possible way as my cock must be working a number on his prostate. 

We go back to the comfort of the sling.  We fuck.  I tell him I have more piss.  A lot.  I piss fuck him.  I stand still and let my bladder empty into his incredibly handsome man.  I quiver and shake…wondering if I will blow my load too, but I don’t.

He knows what I want.  I get out of his ass carefully.  I get under the rimseat.  He sits.

“Ready, Pig?”  His professional Dom side comes out in force.  He unleashes every drop down my throat, telling me to swallow it down.  He is able to stop it, let me swallow and push more out.  Amazing.  My tongue prods him, desperate to see if there is any piss I missed.

“I want to get off eating your ass,” he says.

“Should I breed you before or after?”

We go for my nut.  I fuck him hard and fast in the sling.  I hope the neighbors are busy fucking as the sling frame gives off a terrific, rhythmic squeaking.

I’m suddenly there.   I blast inside him.  Again and again.

“You want to eat it out?”  I’d told him when we were arranging this meet that, yes, I wanted to do that…but now I really want him to keep my cum inside him.

“Let’s get you off.”  I tell him.

Blue goes under the seat.  I sit.  This man I’ve jerked off to for years is now under me, jerking like a wild man as he eats my hole.  He blasts a long distance load—one that spatters my only slightly deflating cock.

*

He showers.

I mention the blog and if he’s ok with me using his name.

I guess you can figure out his answer…

 CLAW 3.2:  Blue first appeared on April 29, 2019

The Pornsters I Played with at the Chicago Fornication Party

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