Rural Tennessee—June, 2023

Friday was bright and cloudless.  I started my day in the communal shower, where I always found some good eye candy.  Breakfast was now served up at the lodge, so anyone who had a room there or at either of the annexes gathered in the dining area for our morning meal.  It was only disconcerting to share a table with the porn guys for about half a second.  Soon enough, we talked about anything and everything.

I went home and made notes about the day before—and wrote up a blog post.  By noon the guys were doing shoots at the pool again.  This time other content creators joined them.

The afternoon saw our first panel discussion on content creation.  Two men who did it (including Seamus) and two consumers of the product.  It was intriguing, but it didn’t change my thoughts:  that even as sexually driven as I am, I could never issue content often enough to run a channel.  And all that damn editing…

Ray’s assistant found me afterwards.  He had a sign-up sheet for volunteers to do a group shoot.  Well, of course I would be happy to do that.  It was scheduled for 6pm—but changed it to 5pm to not conflict with the dinner at the lodge.

I went down to the pool area early.  I knew we’d have consent forms to fill out—and I remembered to take my ID.  It took a while to get everyone to fill everything out and then a picture of us holding our ID next to our face. 

It looked like about a dozen of us were there.  Ray was in charge and Seamus was participating.  Jordi was manning a camera as was the husband of another content creator.  There were at least two men who were content creators in the shoot.  MasonxXxDixon plays the angle of a good ol’ country boy getting into trouble and is that redneck you’ve always wanted to fuck.  Also in the mix was a beefy man with a shaved head who performs under the name Dane Hardon.  The remaining 7 or 8 of us were just horn dogs who like to show off.

Ray asked who were total tops. Two of us raised our hands.  Total bottoms—there were two of those, too.  Everyone else was versatile.  We trooped up to a big white tent—the kind I think of being used for wedding receptions. There were two slings—and a picnic table.  We stripped…I was down to my jock and boots…

“Let me eat your ass.”

I touch Seamus’ arm.  He bends, holding on to edge of the picnic table.  I pull apart his very white ass cheeks.  Cock sucking is going on all around us as my tongue finds his hole.  He groans as I lick and spit.  I am hard.  I really want to be back inside him.  I stand up.  My cock slaps his cheek.  The camera is right there as I slide into him.

Seamus murmurs something.  I hold a second, then begin my first fuck.  I know I can’t keep him long.  Looking around the table, now rimmed with men, ass in the air, I know Seamus needs to be topping with that big dick of his—not just bottoming for me. 

I fuck—hard and fast—and pull out with a friendly slap to his ass.

My cock is instantly cleaned by one of the campers—a tall man in his 50’s with a long beard.  He grins up at me and turns around, presenting his ass to me, an ass with a great tan line, leaving it very white.  I kneel and eat him out.  He groans and begins begging for my dick.

The table is the central location.  No one is in the slings—at least yet.  The table has men on all sides of it, getting fucked.  My man reaches over to the man next to him who is getting plowed by Ray.  He kisses him—just as my cock enters his hole.  I love watching them make out as the two thickest cocks in the tent plow them.  Long Beard is a great bottom—he is milking my cock the moment I am in him.  Ray gives me a sign—and we switch bottoms.  I slide into my third man in the first ten minutes.  His hole is hot—but he doesn’t have the skills of either Seamus or Long Beard.  I fuck him hard, aware that the camera is once again right next to me…

*

The tops circle the table.  We fuck for a bit and we change to another man.  I have to wait a moment to get into Dane.  Everyone who fucks him, seems to want to stay right there.  Finally, his ass is free.  I sink to my knees and stick my face between his voluptuous butt cheeks.  He is super wet—a great natural luber.  I lick and spit and he gives out the sexiest groans as I do it.  I enter him slower.  He pants at the thickness, but takes me easily.  I bottom out.  His ass incredibly hot—literally.  And wet.  Is he loaded?  I fuck happily in his hole, knowing that everyone who’s topping has been up him.  I like the idea that I’m pushing their precum deeper…

*

I have been in everyone who is bottoming.  Ray has been so busy topping everyone, so I haven’t been there.  Or the total top.  Or in Mason.  Mason has topped some, but has mostly presented his redneck ass for use.  And Ray is there right now.  Mason is honestly having a tough time taking his girth.  And suddenly he relaxes—and Ray is all the way in, grinding his pubes into that upturned ass.  A number of us slowed our own fucks to watch the moment.  The cameras have caught it all—the resistance and the victory of cock over tight hole.

I go back to fucking full force.  I am back up Long Beard.  And he is really working for my load.  This shoot was only supposed to be 20 minutes—and we have easily doubled it.  But that’s still a short time to get me to cum.  I look around—I don’t think anyone has shot.

Ray pull’s out of Mason.  He calls the end of the shoot.

Long Beard cleans my cock—and after slipping back into my shorts and shirt, we go up to dinner together…

*

I was hoping to get off that night—as I’d found the campground playroom.  But absolutely everyone was so busy playing bingo (hosted by drag queens to fight the new laws in Tennessee) that no one got my load…

The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: FP Shows It Off (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 30, 2023

With the many posts about this weekend, I will try to post one every 24 hours.