FelchingPisser

From what I have observed over the years, the best gay relationships, the ones that last, are open. I was with the same man for 30 years, until his death. He was an oral only guy. That limited my sexual expression, but we were 'right' for each other in so many other ways. When we had an occasional three-way, he saw how much I enjoyed fucking. He said I should go do it, as it was something he couldn't give me. We set rules and parameters and off I went two nights a week. He wasn't jealous--he cared enough to find one more way to make me happy. (And he loved hearing about my adventures--which often led to more sex with the two of us.) Gay men can write the rules for our relationships--different for every couple.

Near Home—July, 2024 As the month of July came to a close, I had one last afternoon session in the closest bookstore. It was a Friday. And busy—with fresh faces and old standbys… I close the door to the new porn room behind me. There are half a dozen men here in the half light. They are still all zipped up, but eyeing each other as much as the videos. I sit where I can see both screens with just a slight turn of my head. I spot the couple who come here in the afternoons to watch each other suck other men. In moments, the bald partner is on my dick. He always acts as if he has to do battle with my thick cock—to conquer it with his throat. And the idea of it all, makes him hard. He unzips as he takes me repeatedly deep inside him. He comes up for air and leverages himself to stand by using my knees. His more mild-mannered partner is about to come have his turn, but he loses out to the guy who is sitting next to me. I don’t know this man. He is significantly older than anyone else in the room. And very toothy. I remind him to cover his teeth. He tries, but he can’t keep them covered. I finally beg off before he does actual damage. Now the mild-mannered partner gets up and kneels in front of me. I’m kind of surprised that he is doing me after another man who isn’t his partner. But his mouth is great. Totally soothing after the toothy guy. And he does my balls. He always remembers I want that—and loves licking them as much as I love having it done. He gets up when his knees tire. The two look around the room. His bald partner sucks me one more time, while his partner watches avidly. When he gets up, they decide to go home. I sigh contentedly. I have had four sessions with three mouths in my first 20 minutes here. Now, I stroke to the two movies. Both are good. The gay is a five man orgy and the straight involves two hot older men on a young woman. The door opens. It’s Jamal, the man who I met here recently. He is the one who sat on my face while Braydon was rimming me. We nod to each other. He sits against the wall. He pulls out his dick and begins jerking, his long black curls swaying with the rhythm of his stroking. He gestures me over. I kneel and take him in my mouth. He’s fatter than I remembered. I work his generous foreskin back with my tongue. There is a downward curve to his cock, that takes up every millimeter of room in my throat. I suck him until we are both breathless. He pulls me up so he can take me into his mouth. The other men in the room like these two horse-cocked studs showing off with each other. Everyone in the room is now jerking or kneading their fly. I hold on to his ears and fuck his face. He’s surprised, but loves it; it makes his cock drool fresh precum, looking very white on his ebony skin. The door opens. Two men come in. They have obviously never been in this space before. They scope out the room and find two seats near us. Both are white and dressed for the hot day. One is much more reserved than the other. In moments, one has stripped naked. He bends to suck the shy guy. He deliberately doesn’t go to his knees so he can show off his ass. I sit down next to Jamal and watch this round of cock sucking. Jamal elbows me, indicating I should do that undulating ass. I sit and wait. Stroking. The guy comes up for air and sits down. His partner or friend has a nice dick—one that he all but hides now. The naked guy smiles at me. I nod. He gets up again and sucks the shy man. He is waving his ass in my direction once again. It can’t be more of an invitation. I go and stand next to the guys. In moments, the sucker is on my cock, getting it wet for his ass. This makes the shy guy harder. His cock swells as the other guy licks me. I pull away and kneel behind the sucker, who has his mouth back on the first guy. He is surprised by my tongue, but moans out his approval around the slab of meat in his mouth. I stand up. I sink easily into his high mileage hole. I fuck him, slow and deep. He pulls off the cock and tells me to fuck him harder. I do. He goes back to sucking and I pick up the tempo. I am forcing him deeper onto the thick cock in front of him with each stroke. Jamal stands up and strokes to my fuck. I make a gesture that says he could take a turn. Jamal shakes his head. I slow down a little and then speed up again. Finally, the guy getting fucked asks for a break. I pull out, and he spins around to clean my dick. We all catch our breath. But not for long. The naked guy stands up, bends and sucks. I stand up too. I plow into him. This really excites the guy he came in with. In moments he empties his nuts down the guy’s throat as I keep on plowing. We break as the guy goes to wash and leave. I ask Jamal why he didn’t take a turn. He tells me he likes more meat on the men he fucks. Men like Braydon, not this skinny guy. I turn to the bottom. He tells me they aren’t a couple, just two guys who were chatting online and decided to meet in a public spot. We wait for the bathroom door to open—and then the entrance door to close behind his hook up. “Now fuck me one more time. Deeper the better.” He stands and bends. I go back to eating his hole as Jamal jerks to the scene. I stand up. I slide into his slick hole. Jamal stands up and tells me to breed him. My cock and balls are thinking the same thing. In moments, I groan out my orgasm—holding on to the stranger’s thin hips as I shoot into his guts… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Show-Offs August 9.2024

It is incredibly off putting. As the guy being sucked, I only speak up if I fear I'm going to be hurt with his teeth.

Near Home—July, 2024 I had picked up a short work gig for the middle of July. It changed my playtime radically as my afternoons were now about the job. I was finally able to play by Saturday night, a very different time to my usual afternoon bookstore jaunts. I expected to see new faces. For better or worse, I certainly did… I open the door. A trim bear is across the room from me, jerking a very average dick. Scattered around the room are three cross dressers. (I use this term deliberately, as it was clear that all three dressed for this occasion—it is not how they lived 24/7.) I go in and sit. Two of the CD’s are late 20’s. They know each other and converse across the room. The third is a man closer to my age. All are dressed completely with wigs, skirts, blouses and boots. One of the young ones takes off almost immediately. The other younger one idly replaces the bear’s hand on his cock and begins to stroke it. The older CD stands and struts toward me. “Like this?” he asks with a wave of his hand down the length of his body. I shrug. I support their right to do as they want, but men fully dressed as women really don’t do a thing for me. He stands next to me. His cock is getting hard and tents the short, short skirt. He pulls the fabric up. He has a nice seven incher. “Suck me,” he instructs with a shake of his head, making the acrylic curls bounce. Across the room, the other CD is now on her knees sucking the bear’s cock. I hesitate—and take the dick in my mouth. I am rewarded with a pearl of precum. And a string of instructions in how to suck him. Nothing I do seem to be right. My lips are too tight. Now they are too loose. No tongue. Lick me harder. Suck me off… He never stops. I quickly realize it is just something for him to say—but it’s pissing me off. I know how to suck a dick. I finally excuse myself and go to the bathroom for a piss. When I emerge, the older guy is gone—and the younger one is riding the bear’s cock. In moments, a load is delivered. They both take off. I am blissfully alone in the room for about five minutes. A regular, around my age, comes in. He sits next to me and pulls out his dick. We both like that all three holes are being used on the straight screen. Soon, he stands up and feeds me his cock. He knows to just let me go to work. All he does is sigh… The door opens. A young white guy in his 30’s comes in, someone I have never seen here. He sits next to us. He unzips instantly and strokes, watching us, not the porn. In a moment I hear, “May I suck you?” I grunt, around the cock in my mouth. The young man, with rather shaggy dark hair, kneels and takes my cock deep into his mouth. I am surprised when the regular pulls out of my mouth and chooses to just watch the new guy work on me. This young man is great and beats his cock the entire time he sucks. “Get my balls, too…” I prompt him. He moves there—and groans at the taste of me underneath my ball sack. He licks them thoroughly, leaving them wet and dripping with his very viscous spittle. He licks up the length of my shaft again and devours my whole cock once more. He begins to make himself choke on me. I love how his throat contracts around my thickness. I actually think I might be able to get off in his mouth if he keeps it up. He suddenly stands. “I’m gonna cum!” I lean forward and take his regulation cock in my mouth. He explodes five or six big blasts of jizz and wilts quickly, becoming very sensitive. This inspires the older guy to shoot. He starts for my mouth to give me the load, but most goes on the floor before he reaches me. I lick him clean, too. I am alone. Again. And stroking. The thickly built, bearded Black guy who likes to be in charge of any bottoms he finds here, comes in. We nod to each other. He works his phone, off to the side. In moments, a white guy, early 50’s, gym preserved, and showing off every muscle, comes in, looking at his phone. His eyes light up when he sees the other man. He crosses to him and greets and begins to strip. Well, this is a fuck I want to see. And I might even get sloppy seconds… In Charge, opens his fly, and lets the naked but for gym shoes, stud go to his knees. He slurps loudly on the growing cock. They are by the gay screen. I can see everything plainly, but I’m not in their line of vision. Once the thick cock is wet, Gym Shoes straightens up. In Charge grabs his hips and turns him. He buries his bearded face in the man’s ass. This is something I have never seen him do. He slobbers until the man is panting. In Charge stands up. Gym Shoes kneels on the new, wonderful chairs— his hard as rock ass, presented in all its glory. In Charge kneels, to lick it once more. (Fuck, I know that feeling!) He reaches under the guy and he grabs his dick. Gym Shoes groans and blow his load all over the seat. In Charge stands up and shoot a load all over the hot ass—never once getting inside the guy. But they are both totally pleased with themselves. They go into the restroom together to wash up—and take off. So much for sloppy seconds… I stroke for a good ten minutes all alone. I think about going. I don’t want to stay to closing if no one else is here. The door opens. A white guy, 50’s and well-built comes in. He is in tan walking shorts, with a matching button-down shirt. My eyes can’t leave his combat boots. They are the same as mine. It is the same look I walked around Fornication Weekend and got so many appreciative stares. He sits near me—leaving a chair between us. He soon pulls out his hardening cock—cut, thick and meaty. He looks at me. “I don’t suppose you suck dick, do you?” “Sure.” “Would you? I just don’t want to cum…” I go to my knees. Everything is right. He smells great, with that slight tang of late in the day sweat down there. His dick is thick, but not so thick I need to worry about my teeth. He is juicing like crazy. He rubs my head, enjoying the feel of my closely cropped hair. Twice he stops me, fearing he’ll shoot. I keep hoping he’ll given in and give me the load. But he doesn’t. I work harder. He stops me again. “I need to shoot this load when I get home,” he tells me. I nod and go back to licking his sweaty balls… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: A New Night = New Men August 7, 2024

Thanks! It was a really good day there.

Jackson—July, 2024 The second Saturday of the month, I went back to the bookstore with the play area and the medical exam table. Saturdays there had been really good. This one continued that tradition, but it also had a very different feel. The parking lot was filling as I arrived… I walk in. It is dark after the bright, just-before-noon sun outside. My eyes adjust. Men are milling. And sucking each other. Everywhere. It takes a few moments for me to realize that I, as old as I am, seem to be the youngest man here. I settle down where I can see several screens (and two men getting sucked on the huge couch across from me) and whip out my hardening dick. I don’t have to wait long. A man in a straw fedora and an obscene bulge in his walking shorts, comes over. He grabs my cock and jerks. I ask him to ease up. He does. Now it feels good. He keeps leaning in—you know he wants to suck it—but can’t seem to bring himself to do it. “Let’s go into the cabana,” he hisses. I shake my head. My refusal gives him the courage to bend down and take me in his mouth, which feels 100 times better than his hand. He sucks me, bent over, not kneeling, until another man sits in the chair next to mine so he can watch. Straw Fedora is out of there like a shot. The new guy gives me even better head. A third man comes up. He is a regular here. I have had him on my dick every time. He respectfully waits until sucker number two stands up. “You’ll love that dick,” the departing guy tells him. “Oh, I know…” He kneels and I close my eyes. He has the best skills so far today. My balls are soon covered with an amazing amount of spittle… * And so it goes. I’m sucked, sitting in the chair by the medical exam table. I am sucked in the overstuffed chair in the small porn room—this time with an audience of masturbating men. But no one wants to let me suck their dick. I even fuck a throat through the gloryholes off the slurp ramp. I settle on the big couch. A man, a good ten years older than I, asks politely if he can suck my cock. I nod. He strips naked and settles down between my spread legs. He is the best, so far. He can take me to the root effortlessly. He slobbers on my balls and spends a long time drying them with his tongue. He moans deliciously whenever he gets some precum on his tongue. Lots of other men stand behind us and watch and knead themselves. One sits next to me and rubs my nipples through my A-shirt. My sucker laps up another gush of precum. “You know,” he murmurs, “if your cock were to drip ‘anything’ into my mouth, it would be fine with me.” I nod. I would love to feed him piss, but I am not nearly hydrated enough yet on this hot day in July. He dives back down, filling his throat with my incredibly hard shaft… * I only get up from the couch when my expert sucker’s knees grow tired. I jerk alone for a moment in the small room, swigging constantly from my water bottle. And it’s working. I can feel my bladder fill. The nipple tweaker walks in. Without asking, he goes to his knees and sucks my cock. Another expert. These men have perfected their technique over 50+ years of active cock worship. I am very happy. He pulls off me. And is more direct. “I want your piss, too.” He’s timed it right. We go into the bathroom. He kneels in front of the urinal. “It may be strong, on this hot day.” “I don’t care.” I shoot a quick splash into his mouth. He gurgles it down happily. I give him more. Straight down his throat. For the first time, his exposed cock gets really hard. The stream peters out and he licks me clean, before thanking me enthusiastically. “So hard to find feeders,” he says standing up, with a slight assist from me. * I am back at the glory hole, standing on the slurp ramp and feeding my dick to some unknown sucker. He’s fine. And I like not seeing him for a change. Straw Fedora arrives. He plays with my balls and takes his own cock out to jerk. I step to the side and he feeds the unknown sucker his short but fat cock. We alternate for the guy—short, long, short, long, until I am ready to move on. I find the guy, who first brought up piss, sitting in the small room. “I have something for you.” He knows just what I have. He follows me into the bathroom. It’s his turn to kneel in front of the urinal. I suddenly wonder if these two piss guys are partners. I muse on that as my cock spurts the pale gold nectar into his eager mouth. He erects too, as I empty my bladder down his throat. He touches himself once, and spills his cum on the damp floor… * Things are winding down. A man younger than I appears. The first I’ve seen. He is pushing 40—and is a light blond bear. He comes over. He tells me this is his first time here. “Are there slings?” I shake my head. “You want the exam table.” I lead the way. He gets undressed and gets on the table. I rim him, but I can tell that being on his back will make for a bad entry—he’s one of those men where his hole is closer to his spine. I tell him he should stand and bend. He eagerly complies. I sink into him now with no issues. “Fuck, you’re bigger than I thought.” He pants and is soon taking me like my dick were no bigger than a breadstick. After all the mouths, it’s great to be in an ass. And a wet, clingy one at that. I am going to shoot any time. “Cum in him,” says the regular who sucked me early on. “Fill up his ass.” He comes over and pulls apart the guy’s ass cheeks for me. My cock sinks deeper. The Bear groans. I groan. The sucker moans, as if I were fucking him. And I’m there. I drop a load after my three hours of edging with countless men’s mouths. The Bear tightens down, milking every drop out of me. I marinate for a minute, then pull out. The Bear turns and cleans me up—the last mouth on my cock after so many others I’ve lost count… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Feeding Time August 3, 2024

Near Home—July, 2024 Braydon, the cubby cum pig I often meet at the bookstore, sent me a text. He wanted to fuck—either at the bookstore or my playroom. We both love incorporating other men into our play so we chose the bookstore. I asked if he’d been there since it had re-opened, with both screens in one room. He had—but thought we needed to christen it with our type of play. I agreed. We met there on a Friday afternoon… I get there first. The room seems empty. No, I’m wrong; there is action in the back corner near the gay screen. A very attractive young Black man is being blown by an older, naked white guy. The guy in a ball cap, who I last saw text a bottom to find him here, is standing, feeding his cock into the younger man’s mouth. It’s a hot scene. I sit opposite them and undo my fly. The men across from me shift. Ball Cap now sucks the young man and the naked older guy stands up and puts his semi-hard dick in the young man’s mouth. Then he sees me for the first time. He comes over and goes to his knees. He takes me deep into his throat, wiggling his naked ass in the direction of the other two men. He finally pulls off me. I think he was expecting an instant load. He chatters about my thick cock and how he’d love it up his ass. I tell him that’s possible, but I am waiting for a fuck bud who’s due any minute. He goes back to sucking me, but as soon as another man comes in, he makes a beeline for the newbie and is soon sucking him to completion. As the naked guy leaves for the new dick, the other two men move to me. Jamal, (though I didn’t learn his name until I left) is mid 30’s. His hair is medium length and the curls move as he sucks cock. He is short and thin and has a hot, tight body. He is sitting next to me now. He leans over and begins to suck my cock. I turn slightly to give him a better angle. Ball Cap fists Jamal’s thick cock and strokes it. I am loving his talented mouth on my precum-oozing dick. I am so wrapped up in the sex, I don’t notice Braydon arrive until he is standing in front of me. He grins, goes to his knees and begins sucking Ball Cap. Jamal pulls off my dick and goes for my balls. He spits on them and licks it all up. Braydon comes up for air. Jamal does, too. He seems to recognize Braydon. Braydon crawls over and sucks Jamal. Ball Cap and I stand up on either side of Braydon, stroking. Never stopping his sucking, Braydon reaches back and pulls his shorts down, revealing his hairy jock strapped ass. I kneel and rim him a little, though the angle is awkward. Ball Cap is totally turned on by the scene. “Fuck him,” I say, coming up for air. Ball Cap replaces me, kneeling behind Brayden. He sinks his dick into the furry hole. He gasps as he sinks to the hilt. He fucks him hard. In moments, he’s groaning as his load shoots into Braydon. Braydon spins around to clean Ball Cap as he stands up. He goes back to sucking Jamal as I kneel behind him. I push a drop of stray cum back into him and fuck. I love the look on Jamal’s face as my dick sinks in. “I’m fucking that cum deeper,” I tell him. He groans. “You want a turn up his butt?” He nods. I fuck for a few more minutes, than move to let him fuck Braydon. I move so Braydon can clean my cock as Jamal pushes into him. “Ooooh….” croons Jamal. He loves the feel of another man’s cum for lube. I glance to my left. Ball Cap is still here. His cock has not deflated. He is jerking it. Jamal pulls out. He brings me his dick to clean. It’s the first time I have had his cock in my mouth and it is coated in another man’s cum. It’s thick, with a slight bend down near the head. And uncut. His foreskin is filled with ass jizz and cum. I lick him clean. He fucks Braydon again. When he pulls out, I want it in my mouth again, but tell Braydon to clean him up as I fuck him. Braydon loves being filled at both ends with big dicks. We switch off in Braydon’s ass, fucking him hard and fast. I clean Jamal up after the next round. Braydon is panting and blissed out. I fuck him once more. Then Jamal. “I can shoot again!” Ball Cap stands up. Jamal pulls out. Ball Cap pushes in and fires off another round, after only a few strokes. Jamal and I take turns pushing the new load deeper into Braydon with our cocks. Jamal pants. Hard. “Did you shoot?” “A little—taste it.” He pulls out and I rim Braydon’s gaping ass. Braydon groans. I keep going until my knees give out. “I want you to eat my hole,” I tell him. I drop my pants and sit in the chair, tilting my pelvis to give him a good angle. Jamal sits to my side. He idly strokes my dick (and his own) as Braydon begins a deep tonguing of my tight ass. “That looks hot,” he tells me. “You like to be rimmed?” He shrugs. “Sure.” “I should do your ass when he’s done with me.” Jamal stops jerking me. He stands up. Shit, have I offended him? He strips naked. The new chairs here are big and comfortable—and have arms. Jamal steps up on the chair next to me, then across my chest, resting his foot on the arms of the chair. Then the other. He straddles me—and sits on my face. Holy fuck! I am in overload. I have a tongue in my ass and this hot black bubble butt is grinding down on my tongue. I’m not sure that I have ever rimmed while being rimmed before. Certainly not here. It is an electric moment for us all. And Jamal is not going anywhere. He loves my tongue and says so. He also vocally encourages Braydon to eat out ‘this big-dicked daddy.’ Time stops and I just keep slobbering all over his tight hole. Braydon moves before we do. He stands up, then bends to suck my dick as I keep rimming. Jamal finally needs to stretch, too. He gets off, his dick drooling. Braydon doesn’t let it go to waste. “I need to breed your ass.” Braydon nods. I haul a chair out to the middle of the room so he can kneel on it and I won’t pound his head into the cinder block wall. Jamal watches, seated where I was. Braydon climbs up and I kneel. I eat his butt out. The two and a half loads are dribbling down his hairy crack. I catch them and push them back in with my tongue. I am so close. I stand up and fuck. Hard. Fast. I glance over at Jamal. He has found another white daddy to suck, but he occasionally comes up for air to watch us. Braydon groans out a “Breed me.” That does it. With just a few more thrusts, I am giving him everything pent up in my balls… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Braydon Fires Up the Room August 1, 2024

Near Home—July, 2024 Once again, I went off to the bookstore closest to home—the one that had the drunk driver demolish the two theatres and where both screens are now in one room. I have been watching how the men are reacting to slightly less privacy. Some hate it, of course. Others thrive on showing off. Some are just shy about starting something… There are four men in the room when I walk in. I sit where I can see both screens with a simple turn of my head. To my surprise, every one has their cock and are stroking it. I pull out mine. We all eye each other and the screens. I am on the point of making a move as the door opens. It is the Road Worker, the hot guy who is working on the major expressway. He instantly pulls out his dick and jerks to the straight porn. I nod to him. He either ignores me or misses it. A blond man, closer to Road Worker’s age moves next to him. It takes a few minutes, but soon the blond is stroking RW’s dick. RW closes his eyes and leans back, enjoying the hand moving up and down his shaft. This heartens an older guy to sit next to me. He jerks my dick. I need to tell him to ease up, he’s gripping too tightly. He does—and it becomes a nice diversion as I watch the other pairing. For Road Worker is now jerking the Blond simultaneously. And it is making him moan. Suddenly he stands up and shoots all over the floor. The Blond stays as far away from the squirting dick as possible. Both go to the bathroom to wash up. Road Worker leaves. The man stroking me also leaves. The Blond sits opposite me and eyes my cock. But a cubbish guy, sitting next to me, beats him to my dick. He reaches over and takes over from my own hand. He is an instinctive stroker—and isn’t shy about my pre-cum. He loves to smear it over my dick head with his thumb. The Blond strokes another man closer to his age, sitting in full view of us. I look at the Cub. He is playing with his cock at the same time. It is a true micro penis, attached to massive balls. I reach and replace his fingers on his wet dick head. He moans. After a few minutes, I ask if I can suck him. He hesitates—and then nods. There is not much to work with, but I am totally turned on by how much precum he is making. I lick his slit, and then his balls. This makes his cock run like the proverbial faucet. I lick it all up. He shakes as if he is having a full orgasm—and maybe he is. I lick him clean. He stays a moment then takes off, whispering a thank you in my ear… * Thirty minutes goes by. The Blond stroker has done me now. He stopped when he realized that I wasn’t going to shoot. He is on a much younger man down, Latin and hot. A man I wish I was sucking or vice versa. There are all new men scattered around. All but one of the new arrivals has their dick out. And two of them are stroking their seat mate. We hear the new arrival before we see him. A motorcycle roars into the parking lot and must park right by the outside wall where I’m sitting. In moments, a bearded guy, in a biker’s vest, denim shorts and biker boots, walks in. He sees my dick and sits next to me. In moments, he breaks the stroker’s spell on the room and kneels, taking me into his mouth. I hear his shorts open and he jerks as he gives me some really great head. Or maybe it’s average, as it’s the only head I’ve gotten today. His knees tire. He comes up for air, grinning. He has a wet seven-incher in his fist. I go to my knees and return the favor. But I get a load. Fast. It tastes of nicotine and I swallow quickly… * Fifteen minutes later. Fewer men. There is now the baseball hat guy who usually chats to the manager. He is actually in the room and stroking. A Black man I’ve known for years comes in. He and I always exchange blow jobs. He makes a beeline to sit next to me. He goes down on me first and then I do him. I look up as I feel movement. Baseball Cap has stuck his dick in the mouth of the guy I’m sucking. Blond Stroker comes over and plays with chests of all those involved, but always with one hand on his cock, keeping it away from our three mouths. It is a mini explosion of actual sex. The three of us keep trading off on who is sucking or getting sucked. One of us is always seated with a man between our legs and the other man, standing and in our mouth. I love the rotation. As, seemingly, do the other two. We must do some variation of it twice. But it is not leading anywhere. We are all men who take a long time to shoot. Finally, dinner sounds better. I leave, saving my load for another day… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Invasion of the Strokers July 30, 2024

Saugatuck—July, 2024 (This picks up right where we left off…see the previous entry) We go back downstairs. The hot water has drained the blood out of my dick. I lie on the mat under the rimseat. Keith sits on my face. A mouth, I assume it is Tim’s, engulfs my cock. I harden right back up. Keith is moaning. I feel Tall Top straddle my chest. He feeds Keith his cock. Keith moans around the thick shaft in his mouth. It literally makes his hole open even more for my tongue to go deeper. And I begin getting a drip of cum onto my tongue. It’s unmistakable. I am now sure that Tall Top has shot at least a partial load in him. I feast on it. The mouth leaves my cock. Tim moves around, raising my legs slightly. Soon I feel his legs slide under them. Tim is sliding down on my cock, facing away from us. I stroke his back. He is riding me now. Hard and fast. It feels wonderful. Keith is grinding down on my face. Tall Top occasionally makes him choke with his thick dick in his mouth, making Keith’s hole spasm—and giving me another drip of jizz… I feel Tall Top move. He is no longer straddling my chest. I feel Tim pull off my dick. I hear the sling chains rattle. Keith stands up and I can see Tall Top fuck into his partner. Hard. Fast. With purpose. Tall Top sure looks like he is about to shoot. I stand up, rather shakily, to watch. Tall Top explodes deep inside Tim. Keith kneels to the side of the sling to try to clean up Tall Top’s cock when he pulls out. I lick up the pearly white drip running out of Tim. Soon, my mouth is plastered to his ass. I leave some seed to fuck in. I churn it, but Tim is ready to go. The mood shifts. Tall Top and Tim dress, thank Keith and take off. We spend a lot of time arranging transport back to Grand Rapids for the top who really did nothing but watch us. The three of us drive into the neighboring town so he can catch an Uber. Once back at the house, we eat. We are both famished. But once we eat the chicken, the shrimp, assorted cheeses and such, Keith is still hungry. “Now can I eat your ass?” This is new. I don’t remember him wanting this before. We go downstairs and he chooses a bedroom and we strip back down. I lie on the bed. He sucks my cock, which hardens back up. He licks my balls. And under them. His tongue finds my tight pucker—and he stops. “I want you in the sling.” I jump in. It is indeed better. My legs are resting on the chains as he kneels. He licks down my perineum, getting every hair around my hole sopping wet without touching the target. “Use my poppers.” He hands them to me. I take a hit. I close my eyes—and his tongue begins to burrow into me. Fuck! I love to be rimmed by men who love to do it—and Keith loves it. He drills into me. He licks, he spits, he comes up to kiss me without my asking for it. Fuck, I love the taste of my hole on his tongue. We share a long, sloppy kiss before he goes back down to my ass crack. He does it all again. The licking, the spitting, the tongue fucking and the kiss. I tell him to wait a moment. I take the stirrups, slip them down my long legs to the knee and fasten the clip behind my head. My ass it rotated up. And spread. I do this to men I want to go into even deeper. Keith’s eyes shine and he is back on his knees. The change of position is intense. I moan. “Take another hit.” I had forgotten they were tucked in my jock. I take it. I feel like I’m floating. Keith has not been hard all night—he is one of those that cock in his hole is all he needs for arousal. His cock is now achingly erect. He jerks himself as he eats me out. He comes up for air and a kiss. A sloppy one. “Will you sit on my face?” Without waiting for an answer he starts to get under the rimseat. I unclip my legs and join him. I sit, and let him get his fill of pleasuring my sensitive hole. I am achingly erect myself. I finally get up and fuck him, as he lies there on the mat, pushing his legs splayed into the air. Then I go back and let him eat my ass some more. Soon, we switch. I lie down and do all the things to his slightly gaping hole that he just did to me. But I can go way deeper into him. And still taste a little cum. “Ride my cock.” “I want to do it just like Tim did…” He faces away from me, fitting his legs under mine. He lowers his ass to my wet cock—and slides on down. It is such a better angle this way. He bounces. For a moment, I wonder if I’m about to blow, but the thought quickly recedes. He stands up. Stretching his legs. “Lick my cock and kiss me…” He does just what he’s told. He holds our combined and delicious juices in his mouth. He straddles my chest with his knees and drools them into my open mouth. And we kiss. His cock erects again. He sits down and let’s my tongue invade him. The cum. His natural juices. My precum. A heady mix… It’s late and I know I need to end this while I still can. I get him in the sling. I feast on his hole, now from this angle. He is begging for my load, taking a hit of his poppers. I stand up and enter him. I fuck rather roughly. It’s all about me now. In moments, I am over the edge. Blowing a massive load into Keith’s spasming ass… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keith Hosts with his Tongue (Part Two) July 26, 2024

Saugatuck—July, 2024 I was excited. Keith, the handsome man I had re-connected with in June, wanted to do more. To host a small group, actually. He wondered who I knew. I immediate thought of the couple (Tall Top and Tim) I had invited down to ravage Muscle Ass last month. I was sure that all four of us had met and played up at the house party in Grand Rapids. Pictures were exchanged. Everything was set. Two days after the holiday, I drove west, with my sling and rimseat. I got to Keith’s beautiful and large home right on time. We hugged and he helped me carry things into the lower level of the house. He had pushed all the furniture to the walls, so I had plenty of room to set up the sling. The rimseat was along the left side of the sling frame—and Keith and pulled a padded bench out of his furnishings and placed it to the right. It was a great height for a bottom to lean on and present his ass. We heard the car in the drive, just as we were finishing the set up. Tall Top, looking tanned and relaxed, was the first in. He couldn’t take his eyes off Keith. I hugged Tim. The other three did remember meeting and playing, but it had been several years since they’d met. We went upstairs to the kitchen for drinks and waited for our fifth person, a top from Grand Rapids. When the Uber finally dropped him off, he proved to be a man around our age and quite the talker. Soon, we went downstairs with our drinks and stripped off. The new top shut up and went to a corner where he did more watching than playing…and not one of us cared… Keith is leaning on the bench, his glorious ass jutting out. I kneel and begin to rim him. His ass opens for my tongue. Tim, to our left, is kneeling, and getting his partner hard. In moments, Tall Top moves from Tim’s mouth to Keith’s. I fuck Keith with my tongue as Tall Top’s dick completely fills his mouth. Tim crawls under the bench, knocks my hand away from my cock, and begins to suck me. “Fuck him,” Tall Top commands. I stand up and slide, for the first of countless times that evening, into Keith. Tall Top pulls out of his mouth and comes around to watch my cock sink into that gym-built butt. Tim stands and feeds Keith his bloated dick. I pull out. Tall Top slides in. We are about the same length, but Tall Top has a cone shaped dick—a smaller head than mine, but the shaft just keeps getting thicker and thicker. Keith moans. Tall Top fucks him hard and pulls out. I go back in. We trade off on his ass. Over and over. I clean Tall Top’s cock every time he pulls out, before I slip mine back into Keith. I give his ass once again to Tall Top. I move to where Tim is still feeding his cock to Keith. I bend him over on the other side of the bench, so the two men’s arms are next to each other, their asses pointing in opposite directions. I kneel and eat out Tim’s hole. He moans and does some Maximum Impact. As the vapors hit, I stand up and push into his hole. He moans. Keith turns his head and the two bottom’s kiss. The sight of it makes my cock drool deep inside Tim. Now, Tall Top and I take turns on the two asses. We circle the bench, fucking one and then the other. Tim cleans my cock before I slip into Keith. I always lick the hole I am entering again. Even Tall Top, who doesn’t often rim, finds Keith’s ass a magnet for his tongue. The fifth man is happily stroking in the corner. I take Tim to the sling. I get him in and eat out his well-fucked hole. I can’t see Tall Top, but I hear him tell Keith to lie on the bench. I hear bodies shuffle next to us as I lick up all the juices in Tim’s hole. When I finally stand up to fuck, I see Keith lying the length of the bench his feet in the air and taking a forceful dicking down. His eyes roll into the back on his head. I look into Tim’s face. It’s a look of pure bliss. He is right where he wants to be. I fuck him hard. I’ve brought the mirror—so Tim sees as well as feels, every stroke. “You want this butt?” asks Tall Top. I nod and we change. Keith’s hole is now really open. And dripping with his ass jizz and our precum. I lick it all up, making my cock even harder. I stand up and fuck. I glance over. Tall Top is fuck him partner and the fifth guy has moved closer to watch them. I look at Keith—he is gloriously happy. I lean down and kiss him… * Eventually, we get Keith into the sling. I eat his hole, Tall Top feeds him his cock as Tim licks Keith’s mounded jock pouch. I stand up and fuck. All eyes are on my dick slicing into Keith. I pull out. Tim cleans me up, reveling in Keith’s ass jizz as Tall Top comes around to fuck. I pull out of Tim’s mouth and move around behind him. He grabs Keith’s chest as I fuck him, bent over the other man. Tall Top likes this. He loves seeing his boy take my dick. It makes him fuck Keith even harder. “We should switch,” I pant. We do. I slide into Keith. His ass is so creamy I wonder if Tall Top has loaded him. I watch Tall Top fuck Tim. This time, Tim has moved slightly, so once again the two bottoms can kiss as they are each being plundered. Tall Top nods at me. We switch holes. I don’t bother to eat it out this time…I just push into the wet, wet ass… * We break. We have a hot tub session, all five of us fitting in. But we’re still horny. We go back downstairs. The hot water has drained the blood out of my dick. I lie on the mat under the rimseat. Keith sits on my face. A mouth, I assume it is Tim’s, engulfs my cock. I harden right back up. Keith is moaning. I feel Tall Top straddle my chest. He feeds Keith his cock. Keith moans around the thick shaft in his mouth. It literally makes his hole open even more for my tongue to go deeper. And I begin getting a drip of cum onto my tongue. It’s unmistakable. I am now sure that Tall Top has shot at least a partial load in him. I feast on it. The mouth leaves my cock. Tim moves around, raising my legs slightly. Soon I feel his legs slide under them. Tim is sliding down on my cock, facing away from us. I stroke his back. He is riding me now. Hard and fast. It feels wonderful. Keith is grinding down on my face. Tall Top occasionally makes him choke with his thick dick in his mouth, making his hole spasm—and giving me another drip of jizz… (More to come…) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keith Hosts with his Hole (Part One) July 24, 2024

Absolutely. You summed it up very, very well!

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