Sex Vacation: Rough House

Toronto, Ontario—December, 2017

Toronto continued to welcome me.  The day after the late night Fukd party was Rough House.  I had been to one Rough House in the past. (You can find the first of a three part post of playing with Kevin at RH here.)  This gathering is often hosted at SteamWorks.  That is where I was the last time I attended.  This time I was going to their other location—Club 120, the same place as where Fukd met last night. 

It was an afternoon party.  I slept the sleep of the dead, but woke really refreshed.  I ate a large, late breakfast at my favorite café in the city.   I knew I wouldn’t be eating again until after play time.  I relaxed.  I made notes about the night before.  I checked my bag and refilled my lube bottle.  I tossed in a few condoms as I knew it’s a mixed event.  Soon enough it was time to walk the few blocks to the Club….

The set up is similar, but not the same.  There is only one sling on each of the upper levels.  The fuck wall is the property of Fukd, I’m told in an early conversation.  The main floor is set up with a cross and other bondage furniture.  Basically that floor is all about demos while individual play happens on the upper levels.

I change into my leathers and check my bag.  I piss, fill my water bottle (no, not from my tap) and go out to rail and watch a flogging below me.  A cute cub is on the cross and taking it like a man.  Next to me, on his knees is a man encased in a rubber suit.  He is hooded and what looks like an interior of a Fleshlight sleeve sticks out of his masked mouth.  A young guy walks up to the gimp and sticks his hard dick into the sleeve.  He tells me it feels great and says I should try it.  I follow his lead.  The sleeve is tight and I do nothing but connect with the man’s teeth once I push through the end of the sleeve.  I pat him on the shoulder and withdraw, not sure why he would want a piece of rubber to do the work his mouth should be doing…

I get better head from a mid 40’s Italian with a shaved head.  He is the only man, currently here, totally naked.  The rest of the two dozen early entrants are all in some sort of fetish gear—leather, rubber, military or just designer jocks.  He deep throats me again, effortlessly, and pulls off it—looking at my wet dick.  He wonders if I’d like to fuck.  We go to the one sling.  He gets in.  I eat his hole.  I love the hairy ass.  I stand up and he tells me he has a condom for me.  I dig out one of mine.  There is no way I’m fitting into the free ones provided to this event.  We fuck.  He loves it.  I can feel he has some muscle control, but that’s about it.  We soon go our separate ways.

The crowd has tripled why we were fucking.  I walk to the other side.  I watch the scene below me of a chubby man being bound in coil after coil of red and blue rope.  A man appears at my side.

“I don’t believe it.”  It’s Kevin.  I haven’t let him know I was coming to town in case I was too tried to attend Rough House after Fukd.  We embrace.  I tell him a little about last night as we get him into the sling.  He introduces me to a friend, who hangs out by the side of the sling, watching me get Kevin situated.  I kneel and re-acquaint myself with Kevin’s muscle butt.   He groans and tells his friend how good it feels.  I know to rubber up for this ass.  But Kevin knows he has to work harder to get me to feel the fuck through the latex.  From the moment I enter him, he is squeezing my dick, clamping down on my inches as they invade him.

I slap his ass.  He squeezes harder.  I build to chain rattling fuck.  I slow down.  I lean over to kiss him.  Kevin is a great kisser.  I stayed imbedded as deeply as I can get myself as our tongues battle it out.  When I finally stand back up, I fuck a few more strokes, but I let him go to play with the others who have arrived.

The friend stays behind.  It’s only when I catch him sizing up my hands, I really notice the red jock he’s wearing.  “Kevin says you are adept at what I like, too.”  He takes my left hand in the two of his and says “I like it hard and deep.” 

I help him into the sling.  He’s medium height, hairy with a very full, reddish goatee.  He’s likely late 40’s and keeps a red ball cap on his head at all times.  I remove my ring and tuck it in my sock.  I grease my hands.  The man relaxes and I enter him easily.  And I just keep going up him—in almost a straight line.  I am mid arm before I stop in surprise.

“Pull out and try again.  You can go deeper.”

So I do.  With only the slightest push I crawl up his ass until I am 3 inches from the elbow.   He groans his delight.  “Now punch me.”

I pull out quickly, something I would never do without direction from the man I’m fisting.  I punch.  Left, right, left.  Stopping at the wrist each time and pulling out of his anal ring with a pop.  “Go deeper with each,” he pants.

I do.  Right, left, right.

Then I crawl up his ass again to really double check I had been that deep.  The Crisco leaves a tell tale mark just below my elbow.  He wants to see it too.  He grins and says if we were playing privately, I could go deeper yet.  I nod, making a note to get his contact info and go back up him…

*****

I make a trip to the bathroom.  Again.  There is no piss play happening here today.  Or at least not when I’m around the bathrooms.

I try again and again.  No one to feed me or take mine.  I waste it again in the urinal.

*****

“Here he is.”  The young curly haired guy who told me to try the gimp at the top of the evening is leading a much taller man towards me.  “You bareback?”  he asks.

I nod.

He points to his good looking, taller, bud.  “He wants to be tag teamed.  You up for it?”

“Sure.”  The sling on the coat check side is busy with a man taking massive toys.   We head to the other one.  I let the young guy get his friend into the sling and to take the first turn on his ass.  I move to the side and work the bottom’s nipples and hairy chest.  He looks longingly at my hard cock.  He cranes around in the sling to take me into his mouth as the curly haired youth fucks him with jack rabbit strokes.

“Your turn.” 

We trade places.  The bottom hungrily cleans the young one’s cock.  I enter the wet hole.  It’s a great fuck after all the latex.  I fuck him hard.

“Change!”  The young one is calling the shots.  I obey.  I move to get my cock cleaned.

We go another two rounds—back and forth—in this hot ass.  Others watch but no one seems to want to join.  The young, curly haired guy is fucking him.  He tells me to stand behind him and work his nipples.  I do, my cock pressed against the small of his back.  “Fuck my hole while I’m fucking him.”

I don’t hesitate.  I do a slight knee bend and work my wet cock into the top’s hole. 

“Oh, fuck…” the top groans out.  “Fuck me hard.  Make me cum inside him.”

I fuck the top.  As requested.  It doesn’t take long.  He shudders his load into the bottom.

“FUCK!”

I let him come down from his orgasm before I pull out and sink to my knees.  He lets me clean his cock.  He steps aside and shoves my face into the cummy mess that’s dripping from his friend.  

“Clean him up, man.  Eat my load.”

“Give me some,” grunts the bottom—speaking for the first time.  I stand up and snowball a long strand of cum into his open mouth…

 Rough House website:  http://www.roughhouse.ca/

(Now, obviously, there were no pictures taken at Rough House.  These are Kevin from when we played at the SteamWorks Rough House--and could close the door to our room.  I am pretty sure no one minds seeing these again....)