FelchingPisser

Near Home—July, 2024 It was the Fourth of July. I went in search of fireworks of a slightly different variety… This is my first evening in the newly remodeled, two screen version replacing the porn theatres destroyed by a drunk driver. Normally, I am an afternoon guy here. I still recognize a number of men. There is a guy with a ballcap, 30-ish, a little chunky, who is always on his phone. Today is no different. He sits right under the gay screen, texting away. There is also the oldest man who comes here. A good decade older than me. He always strips naked to nothing but flipflops. His hands are always in someone else’s lap, if anyone sits next to him. I just want him to shower more frequently… There is also another bear. He is stroking to both videos, sitting in a seat where, with a turn of his head, he can see the gay threeway or the young woman taking massive Black dick. I sit opposite him, so I can do the same thing. Hat Guy is now texting like crazy. He’s made a connection. Within 10 minutes, a big beefy blond shows up, looking at his phone. He looks at the screen, surveys the room and realizes it’s Hat Guy. He strips naked but for dress socks. He goes to his knees, undoes the fly of Hat Guy’s shorts and begins sucking his cock. We all stroke to the live sex happening in front of us. Beefy Blond is slurping noisily on the cock in his mouth. Hat guy leans across his back and inserts a finger in Beefy Blond’s ass. Soon, Beefy Blond stands up. He turns to sit on the cock he’s been sucking. “Wait,” says Hat Guy. “I like loose hole.” He points to me. “Let him open you up for me.” Beefy Blond likes this idea a lot. I get up and start over to them. Hat Guy moves into the darkest corner and sits there. Beefy Blond bends to suck him. I go behind Beefy Blond. I realize this will be my first fuck in this new room. I lick his ass briefly. “Just fuck me…” he complains. I stand up and work myself in. He’s not particularly tight and I bottom out easily. I fuck. Hard. Pushing his body deeper onto the cock in his mouth. “Open him up for me,” chirps Hat Guy. I pull out. He rushed his cleanout to get here. It’s not horrible, but I can’t continue. I murmur the news in his ear. He grunts and stands up as I go wash. When I come back into the room, Beefy Blond is jerking his cock. He shoots all over Hat Guy’s lap. Hat Guy is not happy. He didn’t get any ass and he now is covered in runny semen. I toss him some napkins from my pocket as Beefy Blond gets dressed and leaves. Hat Guy soon goes out to sit in the parking lot where the internet connection is better… * I look around the room. I see the Bear I don’t know jerking furiously. I kneel and take his cock into my mouth. I am rewarded with a load very quickly. He thanks me, squeezing my shoulder, then says. “I’m almost tempted to suck dick myself when I see one like yours.” I sit, avoiding Mr. Naked. I need to be as far away from his scent as possible. I stroke. More guys arrive. They all seem very straight. The all settle into seats where they can only watch the straight porn. Some open flies and haul out cocks. Some just grope their cock mound. I notice a young cub, one of the new arrivals. He is looking around the room. He sees me. He is on his feet and kneeling between my spread legs without a word. The guy is good. He takes all of me, repeatedly, occasionally making himself choke. And he constantly strokes his cock while doing it. I suggest my balls. He goes there. He inhales and groans. He finds the newly made fuck sweat there intoxicating. He licks and sucks them, before inching back up my shaft. He swallows me down. Totally. I actually think I might be able to shoot for him. And in that moment, his cock erupts all over the floor, between my boots. He pulls off me and all but races to the bathroom around the corner. He leaves. Other men leave. Soon it is just me and the naked guy who needs a shower. I cram my cock back in my pants and head out… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Texting For Ass July 22, 2024

My Playroom—June, 2024 So, it was now two trips to my usual sexual haunts—and two rather mediocre experiences. Neither were horrible, but neither really got off the ground (or got me off.) On the trip home from the second one, I realized that some of it was just that odd period of adjustment I always get when I come home from something like Fornication Weekend (or IML or CLAW.) At those weekend events, everything is focused on sex and pleasure. One of the great things about those weekends is the feeling that sex is everywhere around you. Every man you see may be a possible partner. Everyone is looking and hoping…and connecting. And I think it’s fair to say that the attendees of such weekends (who usually play more often even in their normal lives) are likely to have greater skills—certainly better than one of the men at the lounge who told me he got away from his wife only once a month so he could try to find a cock to suck. Practice! Practice!! Practice!!! Fortunately for me, the hot bottom who’d attended the group session at the top of the month, had contacted me. He wanted some one-on-one time. He was eager to see the playroom. He made the drive down on the very last day of June… He looks great. We are likely around the same age. He is shorter than I remember, now that I see him out of the sling. He has maintained with a regular gym routine. His chest is defined and covered in that salt and pepper fur that drives me crazy. He strips down in the playroom to a well-worn blue jock and black boots. “I remembered your boots at the party, so I brought these along.” He looks great. And I love that he’d been observant about my kinks and fetishes… I am in the dirtiest of my jocks, stained from its heavy use at Fornication Weekend with all that cum that was in David-SF’s ass during our climatic fuck. I lean against the fuck bench, my legs spread. Salt & Pepper, as I christened him in the group write-up, comes over. He kneels, eye level with the obscene bulge in my jock. He inhales. And sighs. He buries his nose in the fabric. “You’ve been busy.” I tell him a little about Fornication Weekend as he begins tonguing the rough, fragrant fabric. He moans a little, recognizing some of the pornsters. He peels back the cloth and my dick springs out, slapping his nose. He gobbles me down. He’s good. His mouth is wet. At our first meeting, he only sucked me after each time we fucked. Now I’m getting the full treatment—and I am loving it. He moves to my balls with no direction from me. He leaves them wet and slimy, as he licks up my column of flesh and swallows me down once more. “Get up on the bench.” He does. He mentions the mirror dead ahead of him. I point out the one to the side, that shows him his whole body. He watches as my face is buried between his downy ass cheeks. I burrow into his hole. He opens easily. He is a hot mixture of not loose, but not tight. I lick and spit. My cock is raging. I stand up and fuck him for the first time today. He moans. He babbles a little, caught up in the overload of feelings. I fuck him slowly. Deliberately. Making him take my full length with every stroke. “Fuck me hard!” I speed up. Faster and faster. I pull out. He instantly cranes around, letting me know he wants his ass juices on his tongue. I move to his head and feed him. He moans. I fuck him again. Harder, from the moment I enter him. He cleans me once more. I move to the bed and sit. I grab the exercise mat I use for the rimseat and spread it between my feet. He knows to kneel. And his mouth is all over my cock and balls. He licks up his juices on my balls and our combined fluids on my cock head. I tell him to try to get his tongue between my balls and my cock ring. He tries. I moan. He loves this. “So hot…” He spends a lot of time there, occasionally dipping a little lower on my perineum. Does he want to rim me? I can’t quite tell. We move to the sling. I check the timing on the porn I turned on as he undressed. 35 minutes. We agreed to the meet, knowing it would be slightly rushed as he had some other commitment in the evening. I kneel between his stirruped ankles and eat his hole once more. His asslips are now slightly puffy. And delicious. I tongue fuck him. Over and over. Only stopping to stand up and slip my cock into him. His eyes are on the overhead mirror. He sees my cock slide in and out. His cock half-erects inside his jock, twisting the blue fabric. I free his cock. I bend and lick up his pre-cum. I go to my knees and shove it into his ass. My cock fucks him again, using his own natural lube. When I pause the fuck, I bring my wet cock to his mouth. He cleans me off—swallowing our combined juices. We take a quick water break. I jump in the sling, telling him it’s easy access to get his tongue once more between my cockring and tight ball sack. I also want to see if he wants to tongue anything else. He sticks to my balls—and that is just fine. I swear his tongue is making them work harder; my precum is gushing. I pull out the rimseat. We start with him sitting on my face. Delicious. He knows he can bounce on my cock anytime he wants—as long as he comes back up to my tongue for my pleasure. He waits a long time, reveling in how deep my tongue is in him. “I should have sat on your face at the party, not just your dick!” he groans. I lap at his puffy asslips, before going deep inside him repeatedly. He moves. He fucks himself on my cock. First facing me. Then, a longer time, riding me and facing the television. He dutifully pulls off my cock with his ass making a hot, wet sucking sound. He settles back on my face, his ass dripping his natural lube onto my tongue. Neither of us want to go anywhere—we are very happy right where we are… * S&P finally stands up. I ask him to lean on the fuck bench. He does as I get up. I kneel behind him and eat his hole. He moans as I stand up thinking I’m about to fuck him. But I piss his ass crack instead. I don’t know how he’ll react, but he loves it. “Shove some in me.” I do, just a little as I my flow recedes. I fuck him with the piss in his hole. “Now let me eat it out.” We go back to the rimseat. I can taste the piss on his crack, but there is not enough in his ass to even drip into my mouth. But it is still a hot moment as I lick out his butt. I know I need to get him on the road home. But I want it to be on the road home with my load deep inside him. We go back to the sling. I am so ready to paint his ass with my cum. He wants it, too. He is talking in really hot, dirty terms about my load and how he’ll keep it in him all the way home. I am so damn close. I fuck him harder. “I want to feel your cum leak out of me as I drive…” That does it. I fire off all the pent-up loads since I got home. A week’s worth of cum coats his insides. His eyes never leave my contorted face as I fire off volley after volley. I marinate inside him for a long time. I want him to clean my cock, but not until I can stand it. I slowly pull out. I push the trickle of cum back into him. I take my cock to his mouth. He cleans me thoroughly—his cock finally fully erecting as he does it… * My first meet of Salt & Pepper is detailed in: Group Sex: Two Tongues Share a Wet Ass The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Salt & Pepper Offers his Ass in the Playroom July 18, 2024

Jackson—June, 2024 I waited a few days before I went looking for sex again. Saturday afternoons had been really good in the video playspace—the one with gloryholes and the medical exam table. I packed a lunch, and arrived there right after noon… The number of men is less than the last Saturday I played here, but it can still be called a crowd. I sit in an area where I can see four screens playing four different types of porn. I get hard. Across a small table from where I sit, a much older man is also stroking his thick cock, a dick that won’t quite stand up. He turns to me and nods. I nod. He comes over and his incredibly soft hand, reaches for my cock. His fingers encircle me. “Nice…” he murmurs as he slowly strokes the length of my dick. His dick has gotten fully hard now. He is uncut, the angry red head mostly hidden by folds of extra flesh. I keep waiting for him to suck me, but so far, he’s made no move. After a long moment of just his hand, he straightens up. This brings his hard cock closer to my mouth. I lean over and take his entire dripping dick to the root. He lets out a gasp of surprise…and explodes. It’s a huge load, for any man, but especially a man his age. He shakes and moans loudly. I keep him in my mouth until he can’t take any more of the exquisite agony of my tongue licking up every drop of semen caught in the folds of his foreskin. He thanks me profusely and leaves. I wander. I go to the medical exam table and sit next to it. It’s trans porn here and I don’t much care—but there is a hung daddy, around my age, stroking to it. He brings his hard cock right over to me. He’s thicker than I thought. I have to really be careful of my teeth. His cock is now constantly runny with pre-cum. At first, the flow is so heavy, I think I have made him cum, but no. He is just making more and more sex juice. I swallow hungrily. “I don’t want to cum yet,” he says as he pulls out. “You got a good tongue.” He looks down at my cock. “And a nice dick.” I stand up. I hold both our dicks, pressed together in both my hands. We are twins. In length, in girth and the same flared cock head. “Let’s go feed some cocksuckers,” he suggests. We go to the slurp ramp. We choose side by side holes to feed the unknown men in the booths in front of us. My guy is good. My twin seems to like the guy on his dick. After three or four minutes we switch. This new guy I find rather toothy, but I put up with it. I watch the other top’s face register the pleasure the guy behind the wall is giving him. The guy on me, suddenly pulls off my cock. I can hear his ragged breath. Back-to-back anonymous big dicks poking through a gloryhole have gotten him off. I pat my new friend on the shoulder and go off… * I find the short, shaved headed man I often fuck here lounging on the medical table. I eat his hole for a moment—though I don’t think he cares for me doing that. I stand up and fuck. Almost instantly I can tell he is not deep cleaned. I pull out. He apologizes and goes home to spend more time with his bulb. I wash up. I stroke to some gay porn in the room next to the restroom. I stroke at the spot I started the day. Still no takers. The crowd has thinned, but there are still men. I can hear them in the cabana behind me. I go out to my car and eat lunch. I see the shaved head guy return as I am eating my carrots sticks. I finish up and go find him. We fuck…But he’s tense he still isn’t clean. I wonder that, too. He is, but the fuck isn’t good for either of us. I see my twin dick watching us—so I let him take over. I stand and jerk to his fuck of Shaved Head. Even that doesn’t do it for me. I wander some more. I finally get someone interested when I sit on the couch near the slurp ramp. He’s my age, and good with his tongue. His cocksucking is pleasant, but it is never going to get me off. I let him continue, as nothing else is happening. Men have evaporated. The place is almost deserted now. When the guy on his knees gets tired, I decide to go home… * Some fun moments. But I have to wait until the next day to actually get off… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Finding My Twin July 16, 2024

I learned this at the bathhouse, too. We are so lucky that we don't have just one 'type' of man to whom we are attracted.

Near Home—June, 2024 My trip home from Tennessee was the exact opposite of my trip down: it was smooth sailing all the way. I started to drive early in the day and stopped as the sun really started to bake my front seat. I had no delays, not even much highway construction. I got home by noon on Tuesday. I thought I wouldn’t be ready for more sex for a little while. I had taken Sunday off—even as Fornication Weekend wound up. And both my driving days. But by Wednesday I was ready. I went to the newly remodeled theatre in my oldest haunt, curious as to how men were settling into the new space… There are a number of men here. I sit against the long wall, where I can turn to either the straight video or switch to the gay one on the opposite wall. There are half a dozen men here. And one, sitting opposite to me is getting a blow job. The guy sucking didn’t even pause with the opening of the door. (My kind of sucker!) Two men are watching and stroking themselves. I pull mine out. Rock hard. I add just a hint of lube so my hand glides over my erection. I realize that sucking dick, after the marathon fuckings of the long weekend, is exactly what I want. I am just about to get up and make my move, when… “Look who’s here.” I am so taken with the idea of a cock in my mouth I didn’t bother to look who’d just walked in. It’s the man who finally took two inches of me in his ass and swore he had it all the way in. He is handsome, maybe in his 40’s, his ebony skin shining from the reflected light of the two screens. He sits down next to me and instantly his hand is around my hard cock. He jerks me for a bit, not pleased with the sheen of lube on me. But he gets on his knees and sucks my cock. His way. His fist around the shaft leaving a couple of inches for him to ‘suck.’ Which for him means lick. Occasionally he ovals up and sinks down on the few inches not in his hand. Over and over. It feels good. At first. It quickly grows monotonous. As he begins, I stroke his shoulder or his closely cropped hair. Soon, I watch the other blowjob. The guy shoots soon enough with a grunt and a grimace. The sucker swallows and moves to the next guy who’s stroking. The cock I was aiming for… I suggest we take a break. But he doesn’t stop. He is between my legs as the second guy across from me shoots down the sucker’s throat. The marathon sucker instantly goes for number three. And gets the last man off in a millisecond. The guy stands, looks at me and licks his lips. And leaves. We are alone. Now, my sucker takes a break. Did he know what I wanted to do? We chat. The door opens. A very large Black man comes in. I know him, too. He is always an eager sucker—and guys know he gives good head. He sits right next to me. Instantly, my suck-just-the-head guy is back on his knees. The large guy shrugs and strips naked. He is soon sucking a new arrival, a young white man half his age. And taking the load. The door opens. It is a hot white daddy. Likely early 50’s. His wedding ring glints in the ambient light. He sits a few chairs away from me, far away from the naked man licking the young man’s cock clean. Surprisingly, the white daddy takes out his cock and strokes to what is happening to me. He watches intently as my sucker ovals up and takes just my big helmet head into his mouth. The straight movie changes. It is one of those really forcefully fucks by James Deen and a very sub-ish woman. White Daddy is all about that. He turns his attentions avidly to Mr. Deen putting the young woman through her fist anal sex scene. The guy on my dick takes a second break. He can’t watch the on-screen rutting to our left. He looks at the cute Yugoslavian college kids frolicking in a Bavarian swimming pool, instead. His hand stays firmly wrapped around my cock—likely afraid his larger rival will make a move for it. The James Deen scene ends with a massive cum shot on the young woman’s face. White Daddy turns his attention back to the room. I idly wonder if White Daddy is horny enough to let the bigger cocksucker do him… My head sucker is back on his knees. I need more of me in his mouth. I stand up and fuck the his face. He is totally unprepared for this. I am good, I just give him a couple of more inches to deal with, knowing he can’t possible take all of me. His eyes widen, but to his credit, he takes it. White Daddy stands up and moves to us. He stands next to us. I know I can’t move my sucker’s head to his cock. Instead, I cup the big, hairy balls of White Daddy with my free hand—the other one is holding my sucker in line for my thrusting. He groans at the human touch. My sucker has had enough. He pulls away and gets up, heading to the bathroom. “If you hold my balls like that, I’ll cum.” Instead of pulling away, I go to my knees. And swallow him. “I’m gonna…” and he pulls abruptly out of my mouth. “I swallow.” Magic words. The guy pushes his dripping dick deep into my throat. I suck for a moment—before he begins firing off his pent-up load. His gut wrenching orgasm goes on for a good minute. I am licking him clean as my head sucker returns from the bathroom. He knows I love to suck—but he can’t stand to see me do it. He turns on his heel and leaves. White Daddy holds onto my shoulder. When his cock runs dry, and I have cleaned up two stray drops oozing out of his large piss slit, he gives my shoulder a squeeze and does himself up. The naked man looks at my cock, but somehow, after all that shallow sucking, I don’t want anything more, even better and deeper. Making dinner seems the better option—and I button up and go home… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Back to My Home Away From Home July 14, 2024

Timberfell Resort—June, 2024 It was Saturday, the day of the big sex party. I got to the campground just before noon. I lucked into finding a parking spot in the shade(!) and in a place that would save me a lot of steps in hauling the sling up to the pavilion. I checked in and visited with Ric at the Fornication information booth, comparing notes about the weekend. Eventually, I went up to see Ray give his tutorial about bottoming. He had snagged a content creator, who I had met as we stuffed the goody bags on that first day, to be the bottom spokesperson. He was relaxed and fun. But if there is one thing I know, it’s how to get into an ass. I kept nodding in agreement with the two presenters. But it was, of course, hot to watch Ray fuck an attractive man half his age… I also attended a BDSM Forum hosted by Sir Kirk and Matt Coven. It was great to see how the two, who had very different approaches, also had areas in which they were in total agreement (consent). And each was respectful of the other’s point of view...you know, how it’s supposed to be… I did not hear the second section of the forum as I’d agreed to conduct video interviews about the Fornication Weekend experience. We ended up on David-SF’s porch, to get us out of the sun. I talked with the keynote speaker, Daddy Rod and then pornster, Allen Silver. (Those of you with long reading histories with me will remember he was part of a group the Professor put together for a motel play session. I reminded him of where we met…and I loved that his eyes lit up at the memory of our intense fuck, so many years ago…) Ric just kept sending me men to interview, so we had a wonderful mix of content creators and regular guys sharing their thoughts. I ate dinner—and then it was time to get the sling up to the pavilion. As I carried the poles through the crowded pool area, I saw Allen Silver talking with David-SF. I went over to thank David for the use of his porch. Allen mentioned to David how I knew him. David told me he had his own history with the Professor, which he told me with a mix of lurid sexual detail and true regret for his passing. I set up the sling. I set it so I could see into the pavilion and watch the other action. Ray liked this idea and moved one of his slings so whoever was at it could do the same. I went off with another camper to bring his sling over, so there would be five total. Ray had me set it up so it was half outside, so you could choose to fuck under the stars. I also found the thick piece of cardboard brought in for Mack during the bukkake. I placed it under the front of the frame to save my knees from the sharp gravel covering this area when I went to rim. I went off and had some down time, not really napping, but just prepping myself for the long night ahead. I arrived, back at the pavilion with my water bottle and lube and checked in. They took the shot of the performers at the top of this post…and the guys began filtering in… “So how does this work?” I am looking at the twenty or so men who are milling around. Only one man is down on his knees, sucking NutsDeepBB. I turn and find a handsome blond bear standing next to me. He is naked but for a blue jock. I ask him what he means. “Is there a time limit per fuck?” I assure him we fuck as much as we want—and that I’m not one of the performers. I don’t know if they have rules. “You look like a performer to me,” he smiles, jumping into the sling. I kneel, already thankful for the cardboard. The man groans as my tongue connects with his furry hole. Instantly, others show up to watch. I lick. I spit. I stand and fuck. Relishing the first ass of the evening. The Bear’s eyes are closed and the look of pleasure on his face beatific. I pick up speed. “Look at him take that cock.” This makes the Bear open his eyes. He is surprised by the audience. And pleased, as hands reach out and stroke his furry chest. I fuck him a little longer than usual. I let him determine the length of the fuck—and he soon asks for a break. I get him out. A much younger man is ready. An eager cub. He loves that I rim him. “I never get guys to do that…” he murmurs. I can’t fathom fucking without getting to know the hole first. And his one is covered in downy reddish-blond hairs. He takes my cock like a champ. The camper with the furry chest, who was my first fuck of the amateur shoot is eager for more. We lock eyes and I rail him hard. Men wait patiently around the sling for their turn. Some stroke, some knead their bulge. Some play with the nipples of the man currently in the sling. I don’t ever feel rushed—just intent on giving them pleasure they will remember. I take a water break after maybe eight men. David-SF is suddenly at my side. “Will you fuck me tonight?” “Of course.” PIC He grins. And goes to his knees and sucks my wet dick. It’s a brief suck. But we kiss afterwards and he takes off, to go man the far sling. I get the next man into mine. He asks to suck me before I fuck. I move to the side and give him my cock. Then my tongue in his ass…and my cock. Four or five men later, David-SF returns. “Eat my ass.” He grabs the sling poles and bends over. I rim his hole. He’s taken at least one cock tonight. I groan and tongue him deep. In moments, he turns, pulls me up and kisses me. And leaves. I fuck three or four more men. They are blurring a little now. But I can’t help it, the numbers here are so high. I move to help the man currently in it to get out. “Nope, I’ll stay here to see who else I can get.” I start to explain that this is not a Fornication sling, but give up. I just wander away. I need the break. “Charles, right?” It’s odd to hear my porn name. Out of the gloom around the edges of the pavilion, Rusty Taylor moves towards me, obviously taking a break from the fucking himself. He pulls me into an embrace. We kiss. Long and hot. I had seen him last year, but we’d not played. Now he is hunkered down sucking my cock. He does it very well. I return the favor. PIC He pulls me up. “Would you fuck me? I’ve really wanted you…” There is no easier way to get me into your ass than to say something like that. We move to my sling. I firmly evict the man who stayed (and got no others takers.) Rusty gets in. I sink down and eat his meaty ass. I know he’s been topping like crazy tonight, but his hole is wet. I make it wetter. For a long time. I fuck him. I bend to kiss him once more, my dick still lodged in his ass. When I straighten up, Cooper Ray is there. He wants a turn up Rusty. I tell him sure, but I want to suck his cock when he pulls out. PIC He grins at me and moves into place. He fucks Rusty with that gorgeous uncut cock. Other men are licking Rusty’s chest, tweaking his nipples. I stand to the side and watch Cooper fuck. He pulls out and I am on my knees. He moans as I clean his dick, using lots of tongue under his long foreskin. He finally playfully pushes me off and face plants me in Rusty’s wet ass. I rim him and fuck him once more before I let him get back to his official duties… * The crowd is now huge. Some have left after they shoot, but many more have taken their place. I get the oldest man I’ve fucked yet out of the sling. He hugs me and gives me a kiss. David is at my side. “I have got to blow a load. The Trimix is making me so hard it’s hurting.” I ask how he wants to do that. He kneels on the cardboard and takes me into his mouth. He beats his cock as he gives me some excellent head. In moments, he bellows out his orgasm. His body spasms with each spurt. He stands, kisses me and is gone. The cardboard is covered in his jizz… I wonder if I’ve missed my chance to fuck him. * I continue the rotation of men through my sling. In the sling half under the stars, I see Killian Knox get fucked. I would like to be there—but I am balls deep in a hot daddy. I fuck him—until he shoots. I help him out. A very young man is next. “Fuck me just like that.” I try—but he doesn’t blow a load. But he leaves very happy, stooping to slurp on my cock, straight out of his ass. The crowd thins slightly. I have a minute or two down time. “Wanna fuck?” I turn. It’s David. He hops in the sling. His erection is still as strong as ever thanks to the injection. I go to my knees and eat his ass. He groans. When I can finally pull myself away, I stand up and lean in for a kiss. It’s lingering. “Use me, Daddy,” he breathes. My cock sinks into him for the first time. Our eyes are locked on each other. I watch the expression on his face. The pure joy of my cock deep inside him. Finally, I begin to actually move. I fuck him. Slowly. Long strokes. I will myself to not speed up—and I don’t until… “Fuck me harder, Daddy. Please…” I let go. I am fucking him hard enough to make the sling frame sway and creak. We are mostly alone. A few men stop for a moment, but the crowd is thinning faster now. I am glad to do this without distraction. “What would get you off?” he asks. “This…” A man in his early 40’s shows up. He’s been in my sling before. “Can you do me once more?” David nods and motions for me to do the other man. He gets out of the sling without my help. He pulls me to him. “I am going to go get loaded for you…” And he’s gone again. I fuck the returnee. He strokes himself to orgasm as I fuck. I mop up his load and smear it on my cock. David is back. All smiles. “I have just what we need…” How did he know that? He jumps in. I kneel. His ass is dripping with cum. There is cum on my cock. Soon enough, the loads mix. But first, I savor his dripping ass, felching and groaning out my pleasure. I stand up and sink into him. We kiss briefly. Guys are now picking up the mostly deserted pavilion, but we are still fucking. Lost in our own pleasure. In moments, it’s my turn to howl out my pleasure, shooting deep, filling David with my own creamy, pent-up load… * One last moment. After the party on Saturday, I tossed my empty lube bottle in my bag. I added the sling chains and stirrups and rolled the sling up. I wanted to take them to the car, so they weren’t outside all night. It wasn’t heavy, but I was exhausted—and elated. Adding to David-SF’s ass full of cum had been the perfect ending for me. Our sex had been explosive—but there was that intangible something extra about it, too. I started to trudge up the hill to my car. There he was, naked but for his jock and boots. David grabbed me. And just held on. I must have dropped my bag, for my arms went around him. We kissed. Lightly. Then deeply. I murmured a “Thank you.” He nodded. Then whispered in my ear: “It’s all about connection…” ******* Left to right in the group picture above Rick Kelson X: www.twitter.com/Rick_KelsonOFC IG: the realrickkelson JFF: RickKelsonXXX OF: RickKelsonXXX RFC: rickkelson Rusty Taylor X: www.twitter.com/XRustyTaylorX IG: xrustytaylorx JFF: xrustytaylorx OF: xrustytaylorx NutsDeepBB X: www.twitter.com/NutsDeepBB JFF: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://justfor.fans/NutsdeepBB TIM: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://timfuck.treaureislandmedia.com/men27849 Ray Dalton X: [think before following links] [think before following links] http://www.twitter.com/RayDaltonXXX IG: @RayDaltonX JFF: @RayDaltonXXX David-SF X: www.x.com/David_SFXXX IG: @davidworld.me JFF: @David_sfxxx OF: @David_sfxxx Sir Kirk X: www.x.com/The_Sir_Kirk IG: @The_Sir_Kirk JFF: @The_Sir_Kirk OF: @The_Sir_Kirk Killian Knox X: www.x.comKnoxKillian IG: believeitorknox OF: knox1knox JFF: killianknox The original, with some pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend 2024 Part Five: The Fornication Party July 10, 2024

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 paper work 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. 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: [think before following links] http://twitter.com/RayDaltonXXX Frank Bottoms X: www.x.comBlackGayBooty_1 T: [think before following links] 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 original post, with pictures of us, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend 2024 Part Four: The Amateur Shoot July 8, 2024

Timberfell Resort—June, 2024 My Thursday adventures were not done with the Bukakke. It was very hot by the afternoon. I found shade, away from the constant noise of the pool. That it happened to be near the playroom under the bar was purely coincidental. But no one else ventured in that direction. So, I read. I may have even dozed. I wanted to be ready to fuck again. pic GangBangGuys was doing another shoot on Thursday evening that would use anyone interested in fucking Aaron Evans. I was. I love the camaraderie of the tops in a gangbang. The visual of so many dicks waiting their turn. The tops stroking themselves or each other as we watch the main event. There are two schools of gangbangs in my experience. And I like one way more than the other. Let me explain. If there are five of us fucking a hungry bottom, I don’t really care for the idea that the first guy just fucks until he cums. Then number 2 goes in and so on. I much prefer a few strokes in the hot hole and rotate quickly through the entire group of tops. Again and again until the unloading starts. It keeps everyone involved quicker (and constantly) and the focus is on the bottom, not some other hot guy waiting his turn along with you. Near the appointed start time, I went to one of the newly constructed bungalows by the camp entrance. It was tiny. There was no way a group of us could stand around the bed and give the camera operator room to move. The crowd was also sparse at the moment. Mack Mahoney, all cleaned up from the bukkake, was there, eager to show his versatile side. As was tatted muscle hunk Michael Roman. And me. Aaron was inside with the director/cameraman. We got our orders. Strip outside and no more than three of us in at a time. We did just that. The director points to me, as I’m fully hard. “You want to go first…?” I step behind Aaron, who is on all fours on the bed. “I’m preloaded from this afternoon,” he murmurs. The camera comes up, catching me looking at his full, hairy ass. I go to my knees and lick up a drop of cum dribbling out of his hole. I force myself to stop rimming and felching. I stand up to fuck. My hard cock slaps his wet hole, making a hot squishy sound. I sink inside him Aaron groans—not having a clue who I am or what size I am. I fuck him. Starting slow and long. The camera is there to catch my full length pulling out of his hot butt with each stroke. I glance to my right. Mack and Michael are idly playing with each other and are now rock hard. I focus back on Aaron and speed up my fucking. He feels so wet with who knows how many loads already in him. But even that is not going to get me off this fast. I pull out. “Your turn.” Mack is right there. His cock pushes into Aaron. I stroke mine constantly. I want to get myself ready to cum. I watch Mack increase his speed. He’s panting and he is going to shoot. He pulls out and erupts all over the Aarons hairy ass crack. He mops some up with his sensitive cock head and pushes it inside. Michael looks at me and I gesture for him to go ahead. Michael uses the remaining cum on Aaron’s ass for lube. He enters him rather forcefully. The camera plays over his muscled torso and down to his cock plowing the wet hole. Michael puts his left foot up on the bed, plowing him even deeper. Aaron is moaning almost constantly now. I watch Michael’s face. He’s close. You can see it in his eyes and the tenseness of his body. With a bellow, he shoots deep inside Aaron. He stays in him for a moment, and then slowly pulls out. A mini-waterfall of semen trickles out of Aaron. The camera catches it all. Michael and Mack go outside. I move behind Aaron. The cum oozing out of his ass is the perfect trigger for me. I kneel behind him. I lick up the cum, being careful to not plaster my face against his wet ass like I would in real life. I lick and swallow and moan deep in my throat. Aaron whimpers. I lick and spit a mouthful of Mack and Micheal’s cum on Aaron’s hole. I stand and push it into him with my cock. My dick is making the hottest, wet and squishy sounds with each stroke. My leg goes up on the bed, too. I want to be as deep as possible in his hot, wet ass. My pubes are covered in who knows how many men’s cum as they grind against his ass. I feel my orgasm rise. I want to pull out and cover his hole. But I can’t bring myself to do it. I push every inch into him and unload deep in his guts. The camera catches it all. I pull out slowly. The trickle of cum leaking out of Aaron is now a waterfall… * I get dressed outside as Aaron takes a water break. After his cumshot, Mack had been busy recruiting men up by the pool. They are trooping down the dusty drive to the bungalow. One of them was Dane Hardon, who I had so much fun with last summer. We embraced and told each other we need to fuck again this weekend. (He is in demand with the content creators here this year and it never happens.) And a fun fact from Mack—the guy who I shot all but simultaneous loads with at the bukkake, had come back to give him a second one during that long shoot. And now, here he is, stripping and about to load Aaron. Oh, to be young again…. Aaron Evans X: www.x.com/AaronEvansXXX IG: @aaron.evans90 JFF: @AaronEvansXXX Mack Mahoney (See the last Post for his info) Michael Roman (Not in my list from Ray) Dane Hardon X: www.x.com/TFDane1 X: www.X.com/DaneHardon IG: @danehardonx OF: tfdane1 The original, with the poster for the event, pics and twitter of the porn guys I played with, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend 2024 Part Three: The Gangbang July 5, 2024

Timberfell Resort—June, 2024 Thursday was the first official day for Fornication Weekend. I had a lazy morning at my motel. I made notes about yesterday and read a little. I intended to arrive at the campground at 11, right as registration opened. I did just that, after finally finding parking. I made my way to the office, dodging the vendors as they set up a tented booth by the entrance. I rounded the corner of the office. The pool was packed with naked men of every age and description, some here for the day, some here for the weekend. I got my day pass on the computer (thankful for the fan who had showed me how yesterday.) I moved to the Fornication booth to sign in there, too. I was ready to flash my Fornication ticket, feeling proud I had figured out how to get it downloaded to my phone. I didn’t need it. I was checked in and handed my own bag of sponsor goodies—one of the ones I helped stuff yesterday. The first true event on the agenda was a GangBangGuys shoot—a bukkake of content creator Mack Mahoney. (He had helped with the goodie bags yesterday—and it had taken me a little time to figure out that the cute guy opening the folded bags I had just stamped with the logo, was potentially going to be covered with my jizz the next day.) I stayed and chatted with Ric, the event coordinator for a bit, seeing if there was anything I could do to be helpful. Just before noon I went up the hill to read my book. I sat on the steps that lead up to the camp bar. This is also the building where the camp play area is located. I had seen it yesterday with one of my fans who’d met me as I signed in. He’d shown me some improvements he wanted to make to the place. It was still a dark, dank room under the balcony of the bar. It had a sling, fuck bench and a few gloryholes. A television showing porn was running. There were a few low platforms on which to sit or fuck. Before I sat to eat, I had checked if anyone was inside it. The place was deserted. I read and realized I was being cruised by a half-naked, very hairy, bear down the hill. He came over and we chatted. He looks very much like my f-bud Kieran, the married cocksucker. And this guy wanted the same thing—to get that bulge in my khaki shorts hard and swallowed down his throat. I told him I was about to shoot a video and needed my cum. He volunteered to help. “What do they call it? Fluffing. I could be your fluffer.” I told him if he wanted to suck on me for a bit, that would be great. I just won’t be giving him a load. He agreed. We went into the play area. He was already shirtless. He stepped out of his shorts, naked and hard. I did the same—so I was in boots and a jock. He knelt and took me in his mouth. I hardened up—and choked him. He was delighted. He sucked, he licked my balls, he deep throated my full length. We moved so he could sit on one of the platforms. I just let him suck me while he jerked his own diminutive cock. He had a very talented mouth. He begged for my cum. I reminded him what I had told him. As it was close to 1pm, I got dressed and headed up to the pavilion on the hill behind the pool… The shoot is setting up. There is a hot man asking the knot of a dozen men or so who wants to participate. I have brought two forms of ID, thinking they will need them. They don’t. The guy simply separates us into two groups: those who want to be filled from the waist down and those that don’t mind showing their faces. I am in the second group. I strip down to jock and boots and wristband, swigging from my water bottle. The producer is the camera man. He is talking to Mack about how to start. The ground here has been covered with gravel. Mack has knee pads and thinks he will be fine. And it is certainly a better solution than the ugly piece of thick cardboard they have found as a potential kneeling spot. Sir Kirk arrives with a padded bench. They decide to use it later. “Let’s start with those who will be showing their face.” Four of us line up. Sir Kirk is in this group. He is dressed in a variation of his uniform most of the weekend. The cod piece is gone and his large cock is hard and ready. There is also a very hot, tatted man in his 50’s, with massive arms. He is naked but for shoes. A mostly naked younger man, in his 30’s, rampant and ready, stands next to me. Mack kneels in front of us. He is in a designer jock. His glorious ass is perfectly framed. And off limits. The camera starts on his butt and pans upwards. The four of us all take a step closer to him. Sir Kirk is first in his mouth. Sir Kirk is very vocal adding to the heat of the moment. Mack takes him. Hungrily. In moments, Massive Arms moves in and replaces Sir Kirk in his mouth. Mack sucks—and spends some time on his tight balls, licking and spitting. Mack pulls off him and leans towards me. He is eager to taste my drooling cock. I let him set his own speed. But I can’t resist grabbing the sides of his head and face fucking him. I pull out and my hand touches the shoulder of the young man who hasn’t had any attention yet, urging him towards Mack. Mack devours him and the young man groans out his pleasure. The semi-circle gets a little tighter, always leaving room for the camera man. Mack takes all us in sequence once again. The bench is moved into place by Sir Kirk. Mack lies down, his head over the end of the bench. Sir Kirk fucks his gaping mouth. Mack is moaning, as the big cock plunders him. Sir Kirk grunts—and shoots, covering Mack’s face and mouth. Sir Kirk wipes up the cum on Mack’s cheek with his spent dick and gets it into Mack’s greedy mouth. This really excites Massive Arms. He moves in to fuck Mack’s mouth. He mutters something—and in moments is firing off the second load on Mack’s handsome face. Mack cleans his cock—wanting every drop of his jizz. As the two spent men step away, Cooper Ray moves in. I have my cock in Mack’s mouth, but I step aside so the new man can have a turn in Mack. His long, uncut cock snakes down Mack’s throat. The young man replaces Cooper. He fucks Mack’s mouth and throat. He is close. He pulls out and let’s me take another turn. “I’m gonna shoot.” I pull out and the young man shoots his seed all over Macks’s wet face. I am actually close. I do a quick pump and erupt. The young man’s last spurt hits at the same time as mine starts. Mack catches all the spewing seed. I use my super sensitive cock to mop it into his mouth. He takes a moment to clean every drop of jizz from my still drooling dick… * The shoot went on with the next set of men. I signed Mack’s GangBangGuys T-shirt, as he wanted the signatures of all the men who gave him loads. I reminded Sir Kirk to sign—and told him how hot his exposed ass was as he bent to add his signature. He graciously allowed me to lick it… I went off and had my lunch. They were still filming when I was done. I have no idea how many men shot… * Below are the platforms the content creators in this post use. It is possible that Massive Arms is a content creator, too. If anyone sees the video and knows who he is, I will be happy to add his info to this post… Mack Mahoney X: mackmahoneyxxx IG: yungfaithhealer JFF: mackmahoneyxxx OF: mackmahoneyxxx Sir Kirk X: www.x.com/The_Sir_Kirk IG: @The_Sir_Kirk JFF: @The_Sir_Kirk OF: @The_Sir_Kirk Cooper Ray X: www.twitter.com/CooperRayXXX IG: @cooperrayx JFF: @cooperrayxxx OF: @cooperrayxxx The original, with pictures to go with the links to the performers, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend 2024 Part Two: The Bukakke July 3, 2024

I do the same thing with my leather wristband. It works.

There was a seminary near the bathhouse I attended early on. Seminarians flocked to it, to let off steam. In the 1990's, there were just old mattresses on the second floor of the place, the perfect orgy/dark rooms. The seminarians were always up there, never in the single rooms. On a Saturday night, you would find a dozen men on each mattress, rutting in the dark, filling any hole at hand--and some of those men were certainly expected in church in a few hours. I had my cock up many a man of the cloth in training...

Home—June, 2024 So, it was time for Fornication Weekend. With the drive I had to make, it really became Fornication Week. I packed the car on Monday night, June 17. This year I was at a hotel 19 miles from the campground (the closest city with better motels.) I had made my reservations a little later this year, and by the time I knew I could go, all the lodging at the camp was full. And I wasn’t spending the weekend roasting in my tent. I packed my tea kettle, books, lube, two sets of boots and jocks along with the usual clothes, etc. I took the sling. I put the rimseat in the car—and then took it out again. I’d barely used it last year and I wanted to travel a little lighter. I was up early and hit the road before 9 am on the 18th. Today I was headed to Lexington, KY, a little over half way there. The drive was easy. But hot. We were just starting that week of higher than usual June temperatures. I got to Lexington in the middle of the afternoon. Hot and tired. I had chosen Lexington because it had a bookstore…and I knew that a day of driving to a sex event would likely make me randy… Lexington, KY—June, 2024 The video store is easy to fine—basically on the same street as my hotel. I go in. They have both an arcade and a theatre. I choose the theatre, of course. It is small. Three rows of very comfortable seats on the left. And a leather couch on the right. There are two chairs against the back wall on the side of the couch. I sit in the middle row of seats. The porn is adequate and straight. I idly wonder, with only the one room, if they have an all-male day on some day of the week. I take my cock out. A man comes in. He looks to be half my age. He sits at the back behind the couch. I hear his zipper open. He glances around and suddenly sees me. He literally gasps in surprise. “I am so sorry,” he stutters as he stands, trying to stuff his package back in his pants and zip it up at the same time. “I will leave you to it.” He is out the door, letting it bang behind him. I stroke. The video gets better. The door opens again. A different man comes in. He is likely my age or a little younger. He nods. I nod. He unzips and takes out his cock. I can’t really see it. He makes a comment on the dick up on the screen. I agree with him. A long pause. “You need help with that big dick?” “Sure…” He comes and sits next to me. He’s really very handsome, dark blond hair—still full on his head, his forearms and, with his open shirt, his chest. He reaches for my dick. I am anticipating the clench and pull, that men so often do, but his hand encircles me gently. It feels great. He strokes. He adds some spit. It feels even better. I can see the ache in his eyes. He is struggling on whether to suck me or not. He gives in. He leans down and takes me into his mouth. He groans. A groan that almost turns into a whimper. He pulls off me. Panting. He goes to his knees to get a better angle. And he begins to suck me in earnest. I ruffle his hair and tell him he’s doing a good job. And he is. Not superlative, but very nice. He is definitely cock hungry. “Lick my balls.” He does. For a brief second. He can’t stay off the shaft. And my cock head, which is beginning to drip. “Let me know when you’re going to shoot…” He’s one of those—he is now spitting to the side regularly. If he won’t swallow my precum, he certainly won’t take my load. Any chance I might have shot a load quickly recedes. And his knees are soon tired. He gets up. Thanks me. And leaves. I stay another thirty minutes, but no one else arrives. I decide the Dutch crime drama I have been watching on PBS Passport will be a better use of my evening… FLYER Bull’s Gap, TN—June, 2024 I leave earlier the next day. I am making great time. Until The traffic stops dead. There is an accident and it shuts down I-75 for a full hour as it covers both southbound lanes. I sit in the now baking heat. We eventually get going, but I don’t hit a normal road speed until I get well into Tennessee. I find the hotel easily. It’s even better than I expected and will be worth the commute into the campground. I unpack, relax for bit, and decide to see if I can if I can help with the set up at the campground. Timberfell Resort—June, 2024 It takes really no time at all to get the few extra miles to Timberfell. Parking is crowed—but I eventually find a place. I head to the pool area. It is quite full. Men of every age, but skewing younger this year with all the content creators. I check in with Ray Dalton’s right-hand man, Ric, the event coordinator. It being the day before it all starts, he doesn’t have our check-in materials yet. I step over to the new automated system to buy my campground day pass. I have three resident campers surround me. They remember me from last year—which makes me smile. “Hello, Mr.Wolfe.” (He actually remembered my porn name??!!) “Glad you’re back…” says the second. “Let me show you how this goes…it’s tricky.” (He’s right. I am glad the third man shows me how to register—as I’ll have to do it daily this year.) We chat a little more. I tell them that I am here for the whole weekend. “With your sling?” I nod and they go off. I tell Ric, who I’d gotten to know quite well last year, I was available to help. We go off to the huge enclosed seating area at the other end of the pool, where there is a bar and some food service. There are boxes everywhere, covering the tables. We unpack them. They are all free samples from the various sponsors for the event. We find the hand stamp that says Fornication Weekend. It is my job to stamp the brown bags before they get stuffed. Several of the men from GangBangGuys help fill the bags. They have a couple of events where they are looking for tops. I make a mental note to find out more. We work into the evening, filling 300 of them and then carrying them to the registration tent. I am now ready to head back to the hotel. I say my goodbyes and head toward my car. I make a quick tour of the play area, but no one is there. I know I will be getting plenty of sex the next few days, I can take a night off… The original, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend 2024 Part One: The Trip and Arrival July 1, 2024