A Night at the Cellar

Toronto—August, 2017

I stripped off my leathers pretty slowly at the end of Fuk’d.  I was beat.  And hungry. 

For food. 

I was pretty much the only one left in the space.  There was one knot of latecomers still at the bar—drinking and trading blow jobs.  I kicked into my jeans and folded my chaps. I made my way out into the fading light—it was only a little after 8 pm on a beautiful summer evening.

I began walking back to my car. 

I stopped for dinner. 

And continued on to the sleaziest bathhouse in Toronto.  No sign.  Just a black door.  I wasn’t really going for more sex—just a cheap overnight in the city.  I checked into The Cellar.

“I think I still have a room,” the clerk told me.

I was impressed.  I expected it to be pretty quiet.  I think of the Cellar as an afternoon/lunch hour venue due to the infamous Nooner.   I was buzzed in.  No one else was in evidence.  Anywhere.  I found my room in the darkness.  It was on a corner where two hallways met.  There was an open grill in the door so guys could see into the room.  The glory hole was below it—with a cover to close it if you so desired.  As I tossed my bag on the tiny bed, I noticed I had an additional glory hole to the side corridor.  And a hard cock was sticking through it…

I unbutton my black Levi’s and fall to my knees.  The moment my lips touch the wet piss slit, I am hard.  It’s not a big cock—standard issue or maybe even slightly smaller—which makes it easy for me to give it a good work out.  There is moment of the anonymous cock fucking my face before it pulls out and is gone.

I stand up and keep getting out of my clothes.  The jeans go in the locker next to the bed.  I add the shirt.  Another cock, thicker and with extra skin, is in the side glory hole.  I kneel.  The moment my mouth touches it, I hear the man on the other side of wall sigh the most contented sigh.  I dig under the foreskin.  This produces a gentle murmur from the gentleman.  He begins thrusting into my mouth, too.  This time I’m rewarded with three or four blasts of cum.

Well, damn.  Dessert.

I finish stripping and put my boots back on.

Another cock appears.  Or it might be the first one again.  I can’t tell in the dim light of my room.  And I don’t care.  I suck it for a bit.  I only stop when the man withdraws it from the hole.  I hear him ask “Do you get fucked?” 

I open my mouth to answer and realize he’s talking to someone out in the corridor with him.  I hear two sets of footsteps disappear.  I put on my jock—reeking in the best possible way from all the ass it’s been pressed against at Fuk’d.  I add my bottle of lube to the waistband and step out the door.

On the first circuit of the rooms, I see all of two people, both in their rooms.  There is absolutely no one in the back corridor where there is never any light.  I do find one young man who wants to get fucked.  He comes out of his room to accost me in the hall.

“You look like you have a big one.  Please tell me you’re a top.”

I tell him I am. 

He pulls me into his room—and gets right back on his phone.  “I am organizing more men to join us here.”  Another man sits on the bed, waiting.  He smiles at me rather wanly. 

I listen to the bottom boy prattle on and on about all the men who are likely to come and those who won’t come and those who won’t even answer his messages.  “I only wrote guys who’ve told me they want this ass.”  He stops for a moment.  I look to the other man, thinking we should start something. 

Instead I get a new stream from the bottom.  “Do you guys have 420?  I smoked all mine with the guys who fucked me earlier.”

“I don’t…” the other top begins.

“Or G?  I love G.  It’s the only thing I use,” he tells us, looking at me. “Unless there’s other stuff around.  One of the tops said he had some E he’d bring along…”

At this point I’m almost out the door.  But the other top stops me and says “We need to fuck you now—not wait.” 

The boy puts his phone down with a sigh and drops his towel as the other guy opens his.  The bottom bends over the seated top and starts sucking him.  I bend and rim his ass.  Which makes the bottom stop sucking and start talking again.  This time about how much he loves to get rimmed, though you won’t find him eating anybody’s ass. 

The top vainly tries to push the talker back on his cock.  I stand up and enter the boy who is surprisingly open.  Now we are treated to a litany about how big my cock is though he took bigger ones this afternoon.  It’s a terrible angle and I pull out to re-position him.  And he’s dirty.  I tell him so.  He denies it.  “It’s impossible.  I got fucked so much today.”

“Seven hours ago,” the other top says rather testily.

I leave quickly to wash.

And never see either again.

Once clean, I make the rounds again.  Doors are closed where there are certainly men—some even with another from the sounds of it.  I go to my room and leave the door open.

I get one man.  Hot enough.  He doesn’t speak English.  He sucks me and keeps twisting my cock with his hand.  If I hadn’t had four hours of sex, it might have been fine—but right now it hurts.  I stop him. 

I close the door.  I set my alarm, put in my earplugs and tie a yellow bandanna around my eyes.  I am asleep in no time at all.

*****

I wake up before the alarm goes off.  I head to the shower.  A 30-ish, rather tall, blond is sitting watching the porn in the big common room.  He smiles.  I smile.  He opens his towel.  I open mine.  He leans forward and takes my cock into his mouth.  His dick erects the moment he takes me to the root.  I harden in his throat.  He pulls off me.

“Want to go to my room?” he asks.  “You can fuck me if you like…”

I nod.  He grabs his towel and leads the way.  Bare assed.  And it’s a beauty.  He sits down on his narrow bed to suck me a little more.  I let him—but only for a moment.  I really want that ass.  I tell him so.  “I need to eat that butt…”

He flips onto all fours.  I kneel on the tile floor.  “Eat me out.”  My tongue connects.  “Oh, yeah…” he croons.  His hole is soft and pliant.  And damn tight.  He’s wonderfully different from the asses I’ve played with all night.  He begins jerking his dick.  I leave his hole and let my tongue go down to his tightening ball sack.  I pull his rather sizable cock out of his hand and bend it enough to let my tongue capture the pearl of pre-cum he’s produced.   I poke it into his ass.  He whimpers. I re-double my efforts to get him really wet.

“Raw?”  I ask. 

“Don’t you dare put on a condom.”

I spit in my hand and smear it on my cock.  I poke into his opened hole.  “Fuck,” he mumbles into his pillow. My entire cock begins the descent into his butt.  “FUCK!”  He yells into the pillow.  “Don’t stop.  Split me open!”

He pushes back on me—giving his ass no time at all to adjust to my size.  He wants it rough?  I can do that.  I begin bucking into his upturned ass.  His hand is flying over his dick—jerking himself like mad. He groans again.  “Plow me.”

I am in full rut.  I need to blow this accumulated load.

We fuck.  He matches me—grinding into every stroke I make.

He actually shoots first.  All over the floor.  This triggers my dick to explode.  I grunt and shake and tell him to take my load.  I collapse, spent, on his back.  I stay there for a long minute.  Then I slip to my knees, kneeling in his puddle of cum and lick up a big dollop of my jizz oozing out of his ass.

He turns his head towards me, desperate to taste my cum on my tongue.  We kiss.  And I go back to his dripping ass for more, so we can snowball it again and again…