Canada: Cum-Union (Warm-up and a Loaded Hole)

Toronto—August, 2017

I have taken an end of summer trip to Ontario for years.  I combine going to an arts festival with whoring around Toronto so I can stimulate both my heads.  This year I started and ended my trip with stays in Toronto.  The first was timed to coincide with Cum-Union.  CU is held at Steamworks.  I checked in two hours before the time for the gathering to begin.  I had had a long drive in.  I wanted to shower and nap.  I did both.  And then I took a tour to reacquaint myself with the public play areas…

I start by the locker room and public showers.  There is a man just finishing at the urinal who really makes me wish I’d arrived two minutes earlier.  He shakes himself, smiles at me and leaves.  I piss.  I am very aware the last drop of piss ends in my stained jock.  I am now wearing my chaps, boots and harness.  My regulation bathhouse towel is tossed over my shoulder.  The younger men, who are everywhere, look at me with either desire or disgust.  The latter tighten their towels around their waists and scurry away.

I go into the slurp ramp area across from the locker room.  The raised platform is pretty much empty.  One lone man stands on it, letting his dick be sucked by a young Asian man below him.  I don’t go up on the platform. I check to see if there is still a fuck bench here—there is, currently empty.  I leave the area past some booths where you can either suck the man next door or stand up and service men from the ramp a little more privately.  Two doors next to each other are closed and I can hear the sounds of sex behind them.

The second area is in the middle of the warren of rooms.  There is a public sling, and on either side, two fuck benches jammed into small, enclosed spaces.   A young guy is in the sling.  A half dozen condoms in their foil packages lying on his stomach make it clear what he wants.  I smile at him and keep going. 

No one has seemingly rented the private sling rooms.  Or they are keeping the doors locked tight. 

The third public area is a short corridor in front of three booths.  Two booths are typically doored, but the middle one has a glass door so others can watch.  All have glory holes to connect them and as well as to the outside.  I sit down on the bench by the far booth.  I hear noise inside.  I hunker down and look through the hole.  Two young men are trading blowjobs.  They don’t seem to need another dick coming through the wall.  I get off my knees and sit again.  In moments, I have a large, ebony cock in my mouth.  I can’t see my feeder at all.  His massive frame has blacked out what little light was coming through the curtained door to the hallway.  I suck him enthusiastically and my tiredness from the trip melts away.  My tongue on the underside of his cock head is making him leak onto my tongue.

I suddenly feel a mouth on my cock.  A man has wormed his way between the spread legs of the man in my mouth and is sucking me.  He’s good, too.  The guy in my mouth pulls out and moves on.  The man on my cock continues for a moment, then stands up.  His cock is small, but he eagerly shoves it into my mouth.  He fucks my face for a moment, before dropping back to his knees and swallowing me down again.

He pulls off me.  “Come to my room.”  I really want to play in public, but since there were so few people around on my inspection tour, I agree.  We go out into the corridor and I can finally see the man who’s been on my cock.  He’s late 40’s, Latino, with a sculpted beard and a shaved head.  When we get back to his room, I find that he’s a good kisser, too.  He spends a long time on his knees worshipping my dick and balls, while I’m spread eagled on his bed.  He’s the perfect warm up act.  It will never get me off, but he is really getting the blood pumping into my dick. 

“Let me taste your ass.”

He sits on my face.  Delicately at first.  Soon he’s grinding down on my tongue.  He rides me and becomes very vocal.  “Fuck me, man.   I want that bare dick in me.”  He takes matters into his own hands.  He rears off my face and starts to sit on my dick. “Holy fuck.”  He’s only got the first two inches into him.  He pulls off me.  “I have to get fucked by a normal dick first.”  I agree to find him later in the evening. 

The crowd has arrived.  Suddenly the corridors are full.  I make my way back to the sling.  No one in it, but there is a hot looking pale ass on the fuck bench to the right.  I squeeze into the room, leaving the door open.  I drop to my knees.  His whole body jolts as my tongue finds his hole.  It’s wet, but I don’t think it’s cum.  He moans.  Heads poke around the door frame to watch me eat this pig’s ass.  At one point I slap it and make him moan.  I spit on it and stand up. 

I can see more of him now.  He’s mid-30’s, slim and dirty blond.  “Fuck me, Sir.”

I don’t answer I just slap my cock against his now juicy hole.

“No condoms, Sir.  Fuck me raw.”

I don’t answer him.  I just shove my dick into him. 

“Argh!”  He grunts through his teeth.  I fuck him hard enough to rock the wooden bench so it keeps bumping into the wall.

I pull out.  The young man instantly spins around and tastes his ass on my dick.  This makes a watching twink do a sharp intake of breath—something he’s likely only seen in porn.  I let him clean me up.  “Let me taste your hole again,” I tell him.  He gets back on the bench.  I stick my tongue deep into him.  I now think there is a load in him that I’m churning.  He tastes so much better.  I stand up and smear my precum on his hole—and tell him just what I’m doing.

“Fuck it into me, Sir.”

I do it.  Another hard driving fuck.  The bench rocks.  I pull out and he spins again.

We repeat the whole sequence once more.  This time I definitely pull out some anonymous load for him to clean off my cock.  I see a man at the door.  He looks like he’d like a turn on this wet ass.  I nod to him and squeeze past him.  I hear the bench rocking the moment I am in the corridor.

I walk back towards the dim corridor with the glory holes.  I watch a tall, dark skinned Egyptian slip past the curtain.  I follow him in…

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