My Trip to Canada: Jon Comes to the Hotel

Toronto—August, 2018

So the night after the last guy in the woods had shot down my throat—and my own cock had finally exploded—we did what campers do.  We talked about the weather.  He told me that rain was headed our way—and due to reach us in the middle of the night.

There is little worse than packing up your campsite in the rain.  I went back to my car decisively.  I packed everything and got ready to sleep in the car.  I wondered about the wisdom of that decision as the weather was still lovely as I drifted off to sleep.  I woke around 3 am with rain pounding down on my Ford Focus.  It was still pouring as the sun finally came up.  Feeling rather smug, I drove off to my motel for three days at the Shaw Festival.

The five plays I saw were a mixed bag of good and adequate.  And after all the sex, to go cold turkey to nothing was rather rough.  But I had a light at the end of the tunnel.  Not some flickering candle way down there, but a big fuckin’ search light.  I was driving back to Toronto on Friday to meet Jon Shield again. 

I arrived right at check in time at the same downtown hotel where we’d met before, close to the gay village.  I had a small suite—and there was just room enough in the bedroom to set up the sling.  I checked in with Jon online.  Yup, he was planning to arrive at 6pm.  I turned back the bed, showered, put out the lube.  I decided against the leather as it was another hot night, so just my jock and boots. I drank from my water bottle and tried to read on the couch in the sitting area.  Five minutes ahead of time, there was a knock on the door…

Jon comes into the room and gives me hug.  He tosses down his bag and we settle on the couch.  We chat about where I have been since he saw me at Fukdto.  I talk about the camping and the theatre.  I also mention the fact I’ve decided to extend my trip to go to the next Fukdto that is coming up on Sunday.

And then he’s between my splayed legs, freeing my cock from the pouch of my jock.  It’s hard pretty much instantly.  His eyes look up and meet mine.  “Go ahead.  Suck me.” 

His tongue finds my cock head and into my piss slit.  I sigh.  Jon sighs and he settles into the intense cock sucking of which he is a master.  He spends a long time on the head before he begins the descent to the base.  I let him set the pace and do it in his own time.  It’s exquisite torture to let him work down to a full deep throat.  But it’s worth the wait.  He holds me there for a long moment—then he’s up, gasping for air.

And he repeats it.

And again.

He licks my balls.  His tongue leaves them wet and matted.  His mouth goes back to the full length of my cock.

Jon comes up off my dick and kisses me.  This is new—and fucking wonderful.  Our tongues push back and forth.  Spit is exchanged.  We come up for air happy and slightly sloppy.

I can’t take any more.  I have to eat that hairy ass.  He kneels on the couch, his arms on the back—but it’s an awkward position for me to really go deep.  We switch to the bed.  To have Jon on all fours on my bed is the stuff of fantasy.  I kneel and bury my face into that ass I have watched so many others use.  He grinds back against me.  I spend just as long on his ass as he did on my cock.  Finally I tell him I’m ready to fuck—and suggest he ride me to get used to me, remembering last time.  I flop down on the bed beside him. He grabs the Elbow Grease he’s brought.  He covers my cock and then wipes his fingers across my chest.  “Warrior’s stripes,” he tells me.

He kneels over me, his shins flat to the bed alongside my chest and hips.  He lowers his ass.  His hole connects with my cock head.  He pauses.  Inhales.  And settles down, carefully.  He hits bottom, sighs again and leans forward to kiss me again.  We can’t stop kissing.  And now I am even deeper into his ass.  Jon begins a slow fuck.  He’s in charge.  We both want him to get used to my dick.  He does, of course.  He is letting the pleasure show on his face now.  Between kisses, that is.  Considering we’ve never kissed beyond greeting, we can’t keep our mouths off each other.

Jon is truly riding me now.  Up and down.  It’s an amazing fuck—a slow pump of my cock with his grasping hole.  We kiss again, and he shifts his legs.  He moves so he’s on his feet, though he never lifts himself all the way off me.  He can now thrust down on me harder.  And harder. The fuck is leaving us both breathless.

He leans down to kiss me.  This time we squirm enough that I pop out of him.  We finish the kiss.  I get to my feet and get his juice bottle and hand it to him.  I drink a long slug of water.  We kiss again. Lingering.  Exploring.

I roll Jon onto his back and pull him to the edge of the bed.  It’s my turn to be in control.  I sink to my knees and spend a long time eating his freshly fucked hole.  I will myself to stand up.  I insert and glide into his wet ass, his legs on my shoulders.  I fuck slowly.  I am three quarters of the way in.  I work the last few inches into Jon.  He begins to shake. I bend and hold him, still deeper into him than I’ve ever been.  I whisper, asking if he’s okay?  He assures me I’m just re-arranging his insides.  We kiss and I begin a slow pump and grind.  It feels amazing.  I am so fucking deep.  I leave my cock in place and bend to kiss him again…

*****

We’ve had a break and moved to the sling.  I am kneeling, my face buried in his wet hole again.  I stand up and grab his Elbow Grease.  His feet are bare now, in the stirrups.  I’ve read somewhere that he likes his feet worshiped.  I grease up my hands and begin massaging the right sole.  The look of surprise, going to pleasure, is totally worth it.  I work the soles with my strong fingers.  They slide between his toes.  I kiss the sole.  The toes all fit into my mouth.  I do it all again with his left foot.  Then one last push on the pressure points, simultaneously.

My cock is rock hard and slaps his ass crack.  Instead of sliding into him, it erupts with piss.  Up and down his ass crack.  Jon groans in surprise and pleasure as I bend to clean him up.  I lick him clean…cock, hairy balls, and his gloriously hairy ass crack.  My cock is rock hard…

*****

“Let’s move to the bed.”  

We’ve gone from sling to couch again since he wanted more oral time on my cock.  Now we go back to the bed and 69—Jon is sucking my cock and I have my tongue deep in his ass.  We are happily in pig heaven.  We squirm around so he’s back to all fours and my tongue is fucking him.  I can feel my orgasm building.  I quickly move to get my cock into him.  I explode all over his crack.  He grabs the sheets and pushes back.  My cock head pushes my seed into his already wet hole…

A link to our first one on one here.