Toronto—December, 2017
If
you could stop looking at the men on the Fukdto poster, you might have seen
that the party was on a Friday night—which was December 29. While it was certainly Fukdto’s year end
revelry, it was not New Year’s Eve. Gavin
and I talked about how we wanted to celebrate—which was, of course, sexual. And talking about sex made us horny. We went to Steamworks.
Gavin
got his favorite sling room. It was one
I’d never been in—it had mirrors on three walls. And I think the ceiling, too. The sling hung over the bed, but was on a
track so you could slide it out of the way if you needed the bed instead. We started the late afternoon/evening session
together, both in boots and jocks…
Gavin is in the sling. I am on my knees, my face buried in his
ass. We have the door open so men can
watch, stroke and/or join. I work Gavin’s
hole. I want it as slick as I can make
it. I spit one last time and stand up. My dick pokes at his ass. Gavin flowers open and I enter him
easily. I hear an intake of breath from
the doorway. A twink at the door is
flustered at seeing my big cock go up this hot man. It doesn’t stop the twink from groping
himself through his towel. I sigh as I
bottom out. I hold. I begin a slow fuck. The twink moves on as I pick up the
pace. The sound of my hips slapping
Gavin’s ass draws a number of other curious men—but no one steps into the room.
I stroke Gavin’s chest as I fuck, paying attention
to his nipples. He strokes himself
occasionally but in no hurry to work his cock.
It’s all about the pleasure I’m delivering deep inside him. One man steps in and takes over working Gavin’s
nips as I continue fucking. When I offer
him a chance to go up Gavin, he declines and leaves.
“Let’s take a break,” Gavin suggests after he
leaves. “I’ll stay here—you go have some
fun.”
I toss my towel over my shoulder and head to the
slurp ramp. Nothing. I continue my rounds to the dark corridor
where there are gloryholes. I sit on one
of the benches in the blackness. I am by
myself for quite some time. Just as I’m
thinking about leaving the curtain opens.
I briefly see the man who enters:
shaved head, big pecs and a towel showing a hard cock under it. He stops in front of me.
The towel opens.
“Suck my dick.”
I slip to the floor in the darkness. I can’t see him now. He’s blocking the sliver of light the curtain
lets in. But I can feel his thick cock
head press against my lips. I open my
mouth. It is filled with his cock. It’s big—but not so big I can’t do some
tricks with my tongue. This makes the
unseen man pant. He calls me a good
cocksucker.
I want his load.
No, I really need his load
down my throat. I work harder. I stop stroking my own raging hard on and my
left hand goes to his balls and my right begins playing with the man’s
ass. I find a lubed hole. It might even be a cum filled hole. I have four fingers in him without
trying.
My anal assault is making his dick give me copious
amounts of pre-cum. He is really panting
now. He reaches behind himself and grabs
my arm. He pulls me into his ass. I am now fisting him as I suck his cock.
“Fuck!” he
grunts out. He holds on to my shoulders
to give my hand better access—but the angle is extremely bad, I really can only
rotate it, not go deeper. His hand
reaches down and finds my dick. “You’re
a big boy,” he says. “Fuck me.”
He pulls out of my mouth and I work my fist out of
his ass. I stand and he pushes me onto
the bench. He spits on his hand and greases my precum covered cock. He sits expertly on my dick.
“Fuck, yes.”
He rides me expertly, totally in charge. “This is what I need.” He is now beating his meat. “Fuck, that’s a big dick. Fuck!!”
And he explodes all over the floor of the dark area. His ass clenches on my cock. Any other day, he might have made me cum—today,
I can only think about that wasted load on the floor…
*****
I check back with Gavin. The moment I am eating his ass again, a
grey-haired Greek comes into the room.
He strokes as I fuck. I know we
have the right man when he bends to taste my dick fresh out of Gavin’s
hole. He is eager to fuck. I play with Gavin’s chest as I watch the
thick, uncut dick enter my new friend.
He fucks him hard and fast. He
pulls out and demands I clean his cock as he did mine.
We rotate again—and again.
Both of us are working hard on Gavin’s ass. The Greek stands on the bed and offers his
wet dick to Gavin to suck. Gavin holds
up his hand—it’s not his thing—and the Greek takes off.
We break again.
I find the Greek talking to a man I know from
previous trips to Toronto—Cedric from Jamaica.
Cedric pulls both of us into his much smaller sling room. The Greek goes first into that ebony bubble
butt. He, almost immediately, gives
Cedric a huge load. It is dripping to
the floor as I kneel and clean up the Greek.
He leaves as I feast on his cum in Cedric’s ass.
“Please fuck me.”
Of course I do.
When we take a break Cedric and I sit in the video
lounge. I sit on the couch. Cedric sits on the floor, where he suckles my
dick. A handsome Daddy sits down next to
me. He strokes my chest. Eventually, I push Cedric onto the new man’s
dick. He starts on his balls and works
up to the foreskin covered head. I look
at a lanky skinhead who has been watching us.
I nod at him. He comes over and
takes Cedric’s place between my legs.
It’s a lovely sight—two older men being orally
serviced by two younger men.
I reach down, across the Skinhead’s back. I feel his hole. It’s sloppy and wet. He makes encouraging noises around my dick as
I finger his hole.
“You been fucked, boy?”
He grunts an ascent, never stopping the work on my
cock.
“More than once tonight?”
He grunts again.
The other Daddy chimes in. “He’s a fuckin’ cumwhore. Everybody uses him to get off in before we go
home.”
I pull him off my dick. “You want my dick in that fucked out hole of
yours?”
“Yes, sir…”
I get up. I
slap his ass. I don’t even rim him. I want to wait until I’ve churned any cum he
might have in him.
And I know just how this is going to end…
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