Sex Vacation: The Men of Fukd (Conclusion)

Toronto, Ontario—December, 2017

(This post continues immediately after the last one here.)

I go up to the level with just two slings.  I take a long drink.  One sling is empty.  The other is being used.  I move towards it.  I need to catch my breath.  The man doing the fucking is nothing special—actually not good looking at all.  The man in the sling is stunning.  Either Italian or Greek, with curly dark hair that is now matted from vigorous play.  His body is sculpted just like an ancient statue.  The body hair is trimmed.  A plump, uncut cock lies on his chiseled abs.  He makes eye contact with me.  First my dick—then my face—then my dick.  He turns and looks at the man fucking him.

“Does baby see something he likes?” asks the Daddy fucking him.  “You want that dick in you, baby?”

The Greek God whispers a “Yes.”

The Daddy turns to me.  “You can fuck him if you want.  Load him if you want.  But I have to watch…”

“I want to fuck him,” I assure the Daddy, as he makes room for me by moving to the back side of the sling.  “But first I want to taste what you did to his ass.”

I kneel and dig my tongue into the hole nestled between these perfectly formed cheeks.  The Greek God takes a deep intake of breath.  He begins to pant as I tongue his very wet pucker.

“You’ve got a pervy boy eating out your pussy,” the Daddy tells him, leaning over and whispering to him—but a whisper that is loud enough for me to hear.  “It looks like he likes my boy’s manpussy.”  He straightens up and says to me, full voice:  “You like the taste of him?”

I nod, too busy tongue drilling his boy to answer.

“I think he has three loads in him.  Can you taste them?”

I nod again—not really sure if I can, but loving the idea of it.

“The last one up him was a big Black guy.  He couldn’t stop shooting into my pretty boy.”

I stand up and slap my dick on the jock pouch of the Greek God.

The Daddy stares at my dick—had he not seen it earlier?  “No wonder he wanted you in his mancunt.  Fuck him good.”

I push into the super wet hole.  I slide in easily.  His hole is as slippery as you can get.  Heaven.  I twist my balls so I don’t shoot too soon.  I hold in place.  The Daddy keeps talking and twisting the Greek God’s pronounced nipples.  “Feel that big dick?....You love to get fucked, don’t you?...You’ll get fucked by whoever I let up you, right pussyboy?”  On and on.

I concentrate on watching the Greek God’s face.  It’s expressive.  It lets me know every time I hit the right spot.  The pouch of his jock in getting wetter and wetter as I ram his prostate.   My urge to cum has subsided.  I just work on giving this handsome man the most pleasure I can. 

A hot man with an enormous tattoo on his back arrives to watch and stroke.  I hear the Daddy quiz the new arrival.  He wants to fuck the Greek God.  I graciously pull out and let him take over.  I lean over and whisper a thank you to the man in the sling as he is entered by yet another dick.  I make sure to thank the Daddy, too, and go downstairs.

I see a familiar ass sticking out of the wall.  It has to be Jon Shield.  He is being fucked by a man his age who is just as tatted as Jon.  I watch for a moment, and move on.  I don’t ever want him to think I’m stalking him.

I walk around.

I find the tatted top who just fucked the Greek God.  We chat for a moment, leaning against the rail.  He moves around and impales himself on me, never missing a beat as we talk about the venue and the men we’ve fucked.  He pleasures himself on me, pulls off and we keep talking as if nothing has happened…

****

I find Jon again—this time in a sling being fucked vigorously by a very young Black kid.  A chain rattling fuck.  The kid pulls out, panting.  I ask Jon if I can clean his hole.  He smirks and nods.  I fall to my knees and eat his hole.  It’s very wet, and now, slightly puffy.  I get him ready for his next cock—whoever that might be…

*****

I fuck the tatted top again—this time with me in charge.  He tells me his hole is mine tonight anytime I see him.

I find Zack Acland at the bar.  I remind him that he promised me a real fuck back in August.  

He nods and before we can do anything, he is taken from behind by a hot young Italian. The young man bends Zack over, who grabs the bar and takes the hard pounding.   Just as fast as he arrived, the man is gone.   Zack stays in place.  I kneel and begin eating out his ravaged hole.  He moans.  I eat and spit and tongue drill him.  I want this to be the time I really fuck him, not just stick it in him.

“You want me?”  I ask.

“Fuck, yes.”

I stand up and work my dick into the hole I have just left wetter than I found it.  I glide in easily unlike when he clenched on me in August.  I fuck long slow strokes letting him adjust.  Zack groans and I pick up the pace.  The sling behind us becomes free.  I suggest me move.  Zack jumps in, feet on the chains—no stirrups for him.  I fuck him hard.  I am driving into him.  I can’t stop looking at his handsome face.  Every thrust registers across it. 

We have a audience now.  I graciously let others fuck him.  Three other men fuck Zack, all three younger than either of us.  I clean their cocks and fuck Zack after each of them.   The last time I slip in, it’s just too much.  He’s on overload.  I stay in him, but stop stroking.  I lean across that hairy chest and kiss him.  Long and wet.

I help him out.  He hugs me.  And goes backstage.  I take a long swig from my water bottle.  I have the taste of Zack’s hole on my beard for the rest of the night.

*****

I wander. 

I let my cock be sucked.  It’s becoming slightly tender.

I go back to the sling I put Zack into.  It’s now occupied by the handsome, tanned partner of the man in the wall.  A Black kid is fucking him.  I run my hands over the tan man’s torso and tweak his pronounced nipples.  The kid inside him shoots a load.  Violently.  Letting us all know that he came.  And he keeps right on fucking.  In no time at all, the 20-something fires off another one. 

Damn.

He tries to let me clean his cock—but he is just too sensitive.

“I hope you’re going to fuck me,” the man in the sling says.  I answer by swiveling around and burying my face in his cumsloppy hole.  Glorious.  And I know just where I’m going to leave my load.  I eat him out—swallow some of the kid’s spunk—and push some of it back into the puffy hole.

I stand up.  “I’m going to fuck those loads deeper.”

Poppers come out.  The guy I fucked in the wall comes over to be with his partner—once he recognizes me as the man who fucked him earlier.  He leans across the tanned man and kisses me.  Long and lingering.  My stroke into his partner becomes faster.

It doesn’t take me long.  My cock is pushing through what feels like oceans of jizz in this handsome man’s butt.   

“Breed him,” the partner says.

“Breed me,” says the man I’m fucking. 

I breed him. 

Firing everything I’ve got pent up in my balls deep into his spasming guts.