Making a Dream a Reality

Toronto—September, 2017

I got out of Toronto after breakfast (more Canadian sausage!) and into the wine country of Niagara by mid morning.  I found my campground and pitched my tent.  I was not at one of the gay campgrounds.  I was there for an arts festival.  I spent four days without even looking for sex.  For I knew I had something special when I left there on Friday.

I rarely stay in a hotel while in Toronto.  This time, I had gotten online and done a Trivago deal and found a really good rate down in the gay village.  When I checked in, I got an even better rate, for the crowded hotel wanted my reserved room (which had two beds) back—so they gave me a suite with one king sized bed, overlooking one of Toronto’s beautiful parks.  I set up the sling in its own little alcove.  I pulled the spread and the blanket off the massive bed.  I covered light sources so they gave out more of a glow than strong illumination.  Finally everything was ready. 

I dined early and lightly.  I napped for a bit, showered and at 9pm, was in my leathers.  A knock at the door.  And there was my favorite porn star of the moment:  Jon Shield.

I had wanted Jon from the moment I saw him in DickWadd’s ‘Leather Fuck Pigs.’  That performance made me buy ‘Breeding Sessions #2.’  I had also watched him in his two super hot videos with Dark Alley.  But it was his instructional videos for Mr. S Leathers that revealed him as funny and smart, as well as sexy as fuck.

The sentence after our hellos were over was “Where’s your bathroom? I always walk into a hotel room and need to piss.”

I showed him, but told him he didn’t need to waste it.  Two and a half minutes after meeting, Jon had unzipped, taken out his plumping cock and was pissing down my throat.  I fully erected on the spot.  He looked at my dick and murmured this was going to be a good night…

He is naked now, but for a designer jock and a leather harness.  We kiss.   Deep and long.  We both have very active tongues.  When he pulls out of it, he asks me to sit down on the couch in front of the big windows.  He kneels between my splayed legs.  I am still not used to seeing a jerk off fantasy actually preparing to take my cock into his mouth.  I do a twist of my balls and let him proceed.

It is an exquisite blow job.  And I’m not just saying that from watching that pretty face take me into his mouth.  His mouth is super wet.  And hot.  He has skills that I’m convinced you are only born with—you can’t really learn them.  He’s making me drip pre-cum like mad and he keeps licking it away with little whimpers of lust.  He takes me to the root only once and makes the sexiest choking sound. 

I look down and watch his cock worship.   I notice something on my pubic bone.  He’s lost his nose ring.  We pause as he puts it over with his clothes.  He takes out his ear lobe plugs, too.  My cock feels cool to the touch without his hot mouth on me.  Then he’s right back on it.

I take a turn with his cock, of course.  It’s thicker than it sometimes looks in porn.  I manage it all the way down, but then I tell him to kneel on the couch.  I desperately want to bury my face in that hairy ass.  He gets up on it—resting his head on his arms on the back of the sofa.  I lick down the hairy crack.  The crack of the ass I’ve seen get fucked by some of the hottest men in porn.  I can’t help but imagine how hot it would be to felch Drew Sebastian’s load out of Jon’s pucker.  I poke and prod it open.  Jon is moaning into his arms.  I spit right on his hole and drill it in with the hard point of my tongue.  And again.  I stand and wipe my cock snot down his crack.  This makes him breathe a little faster.  I lick it all up and push it into his now slightly open hole.  I stand again and work just the head of my cock into him.    I fuck him with just a few inches of my cock—as a warm up and because I’m doing odd knee bends to line my dick up with him.

We move to the sling.  It’s better here.  I eat him some more.  And get my entire length up him.  He asks for his own lube—hoping I won’t mind the taste of Elbow Grease.  I tell him I have ingested vast quantities of it with other men.  He relaxes….and I am fucking him deeper now.  Stroke after long stroke.

He still doesn’t seem to be as relaxed as I want him.  I ask him if riding me, to get used to it, would help.  He votes for going back to the couch.

Jon sits on me.  Being in charge does wonders.  He takes me to the hilt.  I caress that hairy chest.  He bounces with abandon on my dick.  I feel him milk my dick with every other stroke.  It’s a great fuck moment.

I eventually suggest the bed.  I tell him to sit on my face first.  He grinds that now super wet hole on my mouth.  He knows exactly what his fluid pig-daddy wants from him.  He feeds me all that ass lube and pre-cum mix.  Then Jon sits on my cock—facing away from me now.  I hold him by the waist as he bounces.  I can study those back and arm tats.  Yes, there is the start of a second sleeve that compliments the original.

Jon pulls off my dick.  Without my saying anything, he grinds his freshly fucked hole back on my tongue.  He rides my face as if it were a cock.  Then rises up and sits on my dick again.  This time facing me.  My hands find his nipples as he bucks up and down on my rigid dick.

We break for water.

Sling again.  I get his legs in the stirrups.  I fall to my knees and eat him out once more.  I stand, slide in and tell him I am going to load him very soon.  He nods.  He tells me to do it.  He calls me Daddy.  I fuck him harder.  He is taking it like a champ now.  He tells me he really wants my load.  That makes me moan…

One more dip to taste his hole.  Fuck, it’s slippery and wonderful.  I swallow…and know I’m there.  I stand up, insert and, in just a few strokes, I spew my load into Jon.  The ass I’ve dreamed about for the last two years… 

And a couple shots of Jon in action....not with me....