Rural Tennessee—June, 2023

I slept really well after the Fornication main event.  All that sex finally knocked me out so I could stay asleep all the way through the night.  I woke to rain.  Not as hard as the rain on my arrival day, but it was a steady stream coming down.  I showered and then breakfast was delivered to me in my room as many of the guests had left.

There was not much on the schedule that day.  It started with the ubiquitous pool party.  There was a Best Butt contest (something that Ray and I had joked that, with my rimming prowess, I should help judge!)  There was also a JO party in the sex tent late in the afternoon.  Of course, last year’s JO party had been all about fucking…

In the end everything was pretty much cancelled.  The rain kept all but the hardiest day pass people away.  The porn guys were packing and leaving per contract.  Two men showed up for the Best Butt contest.  Ray and I awarded it to the man who had been so reluctant to get in my sling in front of the others last night (but eventually did and had a great time.)   

I went up to pack the sling.  I wasn’t going to carry it to my car in the rain, so I just left it in the sex tent.  But after lunch, things cleared a bit—at least the rain stopped if not blue skies.  I took the first load to my car, side stepping the huge puddles on the way.  As I passed the pool, I was stopped by a good-looking guy in his 40’s who I had fucked the night before.  He wanted more.  An ‘encore’ as he called it.  I agreed that we should fuck up in the playroom the camp had set up.  As I had just had lunch, I asked that we meet a little later.  We agreed on 2:30pm up the hill at the dungeon.

On the next trip to the car, with the rimseat, a new man stopped me.  He was an Italian daddy, with a very hairy chest.  He’d seen the bulge in my shorts.  Would I fuck him?  Without really thinking I told him to meet me at 2:30pm up at the dungeon.  The moment I walked away I realized I’d just double booked myself.   I sighed—but guessed that with the still cloudy weather, one of them wouldn’t show up.

As I continued to my car, Dane waved to me from his balcony.  Did I want to play?  I suggested the evening, if he’d still be here.  He agreed, as it would give him time to wake up and recover from his marathon of sex the day before.

I finished packing up my equipment and even put some stuff from my room into the car right then, in case the rain returned as predicted.  At 2:30, I went up the hill to the dungeon.  A man was sitting on the steps waiting for me.  Just the one…the Italian daddy…

We go in.  There is a web sling, a fuck bench, gloryholes and porn.  I sit on the couch opposite the porn.  I unzip my shorts and get out my swelling cock.  The man strips down to just his sandals.  He is in good shape and hairy.  Everywhere.  I can’t wait to tongue his hairy ass crack.  He kneels in front of me.  He ignores his own dick; he is totally concentrated on mine.  He gives good head, effortlessly taking me deep into his throat.

I hear the door open, though I can’t see it.  In walks the Daddy from last night.  He is not pissed off in the least there is a man on my cock.  He is excited.  He stirps, too, and brings his hardening cock into the scene. 

With both hands, I gently pull Hairy Chest off my dick.  “Get him hard.”  Hairy Chest can’t believe his luck.  He now has two dicks for his mouth.  He sucks the newcomer to full hardness—and is then directed to go back to my cock.

Back and forth.

First me, then Daddy.  Over and over.

“Try both of us together in your mouth,” I suggest, standing up.  “Just the heads,”

He does it.  Our drooling dicks are head to head as his busy tongue caresses both of us.

“Time to fuck.”  I help Hairy Chest to his feet.  “I want you in the sling.”

All three of us move there.  I help him in.  I begin rimming his hairy ass as Daddy bends and tongues the man’s nipples.  I lube my cock up.

“Would you bring the bag that’s on my clothes?”  Hairy Chest asks Daddy, who goes to find it.  He brings back a zippered toilet kit.  Hairy Chest digs through it and hands me a Magnum.  “I bought this for you.”

I inwardly sigh, but take it and roll it on.  After all the bareback sex this weekend, it feels distinctly odd to have tight latex on my cock.  But I do it.  And slip into his ass.  The moment my cock enters him, Hairy Chest is rock hard.  He strokes himself as Daddy continues to work his nipples.

 I fuck.  Hard.  I can sense this guy has no staying power—he is about to explode.  One more deep thrust, and he does, all over that hairy chest.  I pull out and dispose of the condom.  I swipe my hand over his load and coat my dick with it.  Daddy helps him out and jumps in the sling.  Hairy Chest does that ‘embarrassed, now that I’ve cum’ thing and scurries away.

“I saw what you did with his load.  Fuck it into me,” groans Daddy.  I kneel, keeping my hands off my cummy cock and lick his butt.  He flowers open easily.  I am guessing he got more dick than mine last night, but I’m too busy eating him out to ask.

“Fuck me!”

I stand up and slide in, the safe-sexer’s load making it a wonderfully slippery entry.  I fuck.  He pulls out his poppers and takes a massive hit.  I plow him for a long time, really changing up my speed and angle.  He never touches his cock—it is all about his ass.

Finally, I slow down.

“Can I ask you a question?” he says, when his head’s clear.

“Sure.”

“You can say no if you aren’t into it, but I really want to eat your ass.  I love top ass on my tongue.”

“Sure.  That would be a great.”

We change places.  His mouth and tongue are great.  He even gives me his poppers to enhance the moment.

Eventually, I volunteer to fuck again.  He will not let me up.  He is enjoying himself too much.  He leaves my hairy ass crack slippery with his spit. 

Of course, we reverse, eventually.

“I want your load in me.  I saw you breed Seamus last night, lucky fucker.”

This makes me fuck him harder.  “You want it?  You’ll get it.”

I am so hard right now.  After all that sex, my cock is still demanding one more release.

And I am there.  My body spasms and I grab the chains to not fall on him…

When I recover, I ask if he wants to get off.

“I just want to lie here and finger your load in me…”

I leave him to it…

*

I did find Dane that evening.  He begged off from sex.  He had ended up filming a scene with Ray in the afternoon—and his hole had taken a real beating.  Instead, we met at the trailer of the man with the long beard (and very white ass) for drinks around the campfire…

The original post is here, the last of this weekend:  From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: The Last Hurrah (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 7, 2023