Canada: Cum-Union (Sharing Ass)

Toronto—August, 2017

(This post picks up immediately after the last.)

A young, blond French-Canadian bumps into me as I round the corner of the entrance to the play area.  He takes a look at my tumescent dick. “You aren’t going anywhere…” he tells me.  He grabs my wrist and leads me to the fuck bench near the slurp ramp.  He gets right up on it, presenting his downy ass for my inspection.  I kneel and stick my tongue into him.  He’s a new arrival—fresh from the shower.  Beads of water still cling to the light hair in his crack.  He is maybe 30, classically good looking and has already collected a small crowd just by getting on the bench.

He moans.  “Eat me out daddy.”  He groans again as my tongue works ever deeper into him.  I eat him out, making him even wetter.

I stand up.  There are now half a dozen guys watching us.  I slap his butt with my hard cock.  It prods at his pucker.  I hear the cap of his poppers come off.  I wait for him to inhale.  One more moment for the vapor to do its magic—and I enter him.  One long stroke.  “Fuuuck…” he groans.  I wait for a just a moment and begin a slow fuck.  He’s great.  His hole clings to my cock.  “You like my hole?” he asks.

I don’t answer, I just slap his ass, making it tighten down even more on my dick.  Most of our watchers are the twinks who never do anything in public but stroke (or chatter) but there is one man around my age, with a terrific hairy chest.  He has removed his towel and hung it around his neck.  He stands right next to me, stroking his slightly bigger than regulation cock.  “Go put that in his mouth,” I tell the guy.  He pushes past the younger men and feeds his dick to the eager boy on the bench.  We lock eyes and begin fucking into our respective holes in unison.  It’s hot—and the boy under us is loving it.  “Get his dick good and wet.  He’s going to fuck your ass next,” I tell him.  We break rhythm as the bottom works harder on the dick in his mouth, holding it in place so he can lick the head and spit on it.

I nod to the older guy—silently asking if he’s ready to take his turn.  He nods.  He comes around as I pull out.  I spend a moment tasting the hole I’ve just fucked and I spit the juices I’ve collected onto the wet dick waiting patiently for me to finish.  The man sticks his cock into the slightly puffy hole.  He sighs and instantly begins a jack rabbit fuck of the boy.  It crosses my mind that I may have an entire meal in just moments.  He pummels the ass relentlessly and the boy is moaning a long, low note of pleasure.  The man abruptly stops and pulls out.  I bend and lick the head of his dick.

“Don’t!  I’ll cum.” 

I go to my knees and taste the hole he just fucked into submission.  Damn, the man is a heavy pre-cummer.  I stand up.  I re-enter and fuck him.  Harder and faster.  The boy pants and reaches out to one of the twinks, trying to get under the towel. The man stands rigid watching me—seemingly scared to touch himself. I pull out.  The hole is frothy with ass lube and our mixed pre-cum.  I taste it again.  And offer it to the other top.

He sticks his dick in again.  He gives him three or four strokes and stops.  “I don’t want to cum yet.”  He pulls out and quickly covers himself with his towel and takes off.  I kneel and check to see if by chance he left a load.  He hasn’t—but the hole is tastier every time I kneel.  When I stand up, the boy moves to get off the bench.  I help him.

“Kiss me,” he whispers.  “Let me taste myself.”

We share a quiet, passionate kiss.  The boy is hung—his big dick is having as hot a swordfight below as our tongues are above.  When we finally break, he gets back on the bench, but on his back, balancing on the upper support.  “I want to see you fuck me.  And get off while you do it.”  I put his legs on my shoulders and enter him again.

“Oh, fuck!” he cries as he feels the full length of me enter him.  His hand is a blur as he whacks off his big dick.  In moments I am fucking a huge load of jizz out of him and onto his hairless stomach.  I slow down.  I bat his hand away from his cock.  I bend over and begin to lick it up.  He squirms—loving it and hating it at the same time.  I leave it in my mouth.  I don’t swallow.  I go back to my knees and slowly reverse felch it into his ass. 

The boy knows just what I’m doing.  He can feel his hole growing slippery.  “You just put my cum up there…”

I stand and nod.  “Now you’ll be lubed for your next cock.”

He sits up and kisses me—licking the last of his cum from my lips.

*****

I wander. 

By chance I find myself back at the Latino’s room.  He is lying there, door open and ass up.  I go in, fall to my knees and start licking his hole.  “You really came back,” he says, never turning around to see me. 

I grunt assent. 

“Fuck me with that big dick.  I can take it now.” 

I’m pretty sure that I can taste ‘why he can take it now.’  I spit it back into his hole.  I stand and push into his ass.  The Latino grunts, but takes me effortlessly.  I am now sure that he’s loaded.  My dick is making the most erotic squelching sounds. 

“Can you feel that load?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“These guys who said they were partners both wanted to load me.”

“That’s so hot.”

“Let me taste them.”  I pull out of his ass.  The Latino spins and swallows my dick down, which is indeed coated in cum. “I want to ride you,” he says when he pulls off me.

I lie down on the bed.  He mounts me, facing away from me.  His round, hairy ass looks doubly hot with my cock splitting it in two.  He rides me—taking my entire length on each stroke.  He stands up and switches—so now he is facing me, still in charge of pleasuring himself on my engorged dick.
 

The Latino is picking up speed; he is now slamming himself down on me.  Suddenly he shudders.  He grinds himself down on my cock.  He shudders again.  His eyes roll up into his head.  His toes curl.  His intense internal orgasm causes his ass to squeeze me relentlessly.  A single large drop of cum oozes from his cock.  My index finger wipes it off and I bring it to my mouth.

“Damn—that was nice,” the Latino sighs and rolls off me, lying next to me on the single bed.  He looks like he could fall asleep.  I sit up and realize that I could too.  I’ve been fucking for over three hours.  I thank him and head to my room.  I put in my ear plugs, set an alarm on my phone for an hour of napping and fall asleep—even while feeling the thump of the driving bathhouse music…

Next post:  A sling sandwich…and I get off.