Canada--Saturday and his Boy Friend is Away

Toronto—September, 2012

I was back in Toronto for the evening.  Arturo and I had met two summers ago at a BBRT organized orgy in that city.  He may be diminutive in height, but he has an oversized sex drive.  He’s originally from somewhere in Iberia.  His darker skin always looks hot and sexy on the white sheets where we play.  Last year he organized a sex party for my visit. This year,his boyfriend is away, so we are meeting one on one—and inviting others over after we have a little alone time.

He lets me into his apartment.  He’s just home and cleaned up—wearing nothing but pajama bottoms.  His bare chest is the color of cinnamon.  We kiss.  It’s been a year…

We catch up.  I shower.  We talk a little more.  I love his sense of humor.  And how we recognize and celebrate each other’s sex drive.   We move to his bedroom.  I sprawl out—it feels so good to be on a real bed after a week of air mattress and sleeping bag.  He takes my semi-hard cock down his throat.  He swallows.  I grow thicker.  He does it again.  I grow longer.  I roll him over and fuck his throat.  I pull up long gobs of spit.  He’s panting.  And has a huge smile on his face.  I suck his long, thin cock—it looks huge on his petite body.  He is drooling pre-cum.  I bend him up so his ass in in my face and spit it all on his hole—and use a finger to work it into his ass.

“Your pre-cum needs to lube your hole.”

He shivers at the words.  I continue to lick his ass.

“Get on all fours.”

He does—right at the edge of the bed.  I kneel on the floor and really bury my face in him.  I can pull his cock back to keep swabbing it with tongue.  I spit again.  I eat and chew on his pucker.  Another swipe of his cock with my tongue.  I spit again.  I rise and slap my cock head against his hole.

“It’s been so long,” he grates out.

I mutter agreement, but I’m too busy working my cock head into him.  He’s loose now. And I sink all the way in.  And hold.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I murmur.

I’m fucking slowly.  Long strokes.  I all but pull out.  Then just lean into him and sink it slowly to the hilt.  And again.

I finally build to an athletic fuck. 

I pause, pull out and roll him onto his back.  He holds his legs up by the knees, as I sink down and taste what I’ve done to his ass.  The mix of his ass lube, his pre-cum and mine is heady stuff.

I rise and sink into him again.

I fuck.  Hard.

We pause, both feeling a little winded.

We break, to see if either of the two men he’s talked to are online again.  The top cancels—I’m too kinky for him—never mind none of that is coming out tonight.

“Wait until you see the ass I got for you,” Arturo tells me.  “I’ll rim it and you fuck it.”

There is a lengthy back and forth with the owner of this truly beautiful ass.  We give him the address—and he never shows.

We go back to the bed.  He gives me a terrific massage, loosening the shoulders that have got so tight from the nights in the tent. 

I relax.  He leaves me alone for a bit.

When he comes back, I get him back onto the bed.  I want to drill him.  Drill him and seed him.

“You want my cum?”  I ask as I enter him roughly.

“Yes.  Fill me up.  Fill me with your cum.”  He continues to ask for it as I fuck.

I pull out for a second and lick his wet hole.  I slip right back in.  I fuck.  I lick once more.  I enter him roughly—just in time—I shoot my two day load into his clasping butt.

“Fuck!”  He moans.  “Yes…”

And I get to sleep in a bed tonight.  With my arm wrapped around him.  Tight.