My Trip to Canada: Return to Fukd!! (Part One)

Toronto—August, 2018

I walked back to my hotel from Steamworks in the small hours of the morning.  It was the perfect way to wind down from the hot evening with Franklin (and friends).  I slept well, and late.  I had nothing to do all day but read and make notes about the previous night for this blog.

At 4pm I walked up the stairs at Club 120.  I turned in my filled Frequent Fucker card for a free admission.  I changed to my leathers.   I had no idea how the afternoon would go.  I knew I wanted to use someone’s ass in the glory hole wall.  Who knew this Sunday afternoon would prove to be my kinkiest visit yet…

Jon Shield gives me a hug in the hallway having left the urinals.  He asks about my Saturday and I tell him a little about Franklin and the gated room.  I’m not surprised when he tells me it’s his favorite room at Steamworks, too.

I piss and head on out to the play area on this side.  The set up today is pretty much the same as the previous gathering:  slings on two sides of the upper level, a sling at the bar on the entry floor along with the now permanent fuck wall on the stage.  Today there is a fuck bench in the middle of the dance floor space where the porn performances used to take place.  The DJ has returned to the upper level position.

I stand for a moment, looking down on the lower level.  The crowd is coming in faster today.  When I turn around, I see a hot man with distinguished gray hair.  He is a pig I have talked to frequently on BBRT and fucked once at a previous Fukd.  He is hanging out at a sling.  We hug and exchange a very wet kiss.  He goes to his knees and gives me incredibly good head.  Once my cock is covered with spit, he hops in the sling.  I lick his hole, coating it just as thickly with saliva.  Using no other lube, I slide into his hot ass. 

He groans.  “Fuck, I’ve missed your cock.”

We fuck, aware that we are the only ones going at it.  Just as suddenly that changes.  A gym built otter tosses a very young man in his 20’s in the sling next to us.  He pounds into the boy’s ass, seemingly driven to shoot his load as fast as possible.  And he does, noisily and with lots of swearing.  I can’t help but watch the otter’s ass as he fucks…

I let someone else take a turn on my handsome daddy.  When the new man pulls out, I lick out the hole he just used and share the slimy contents with my daddy in a delicious snowballing moment.  Of course, leaning across him makes my cock slide into him for another fuck…

*****

An active top (short, bald, hairy chest) I’ve noticed at other events strikes up a conversation with me.  He leads me back to a handsome brown skinned young man he’s been fucking.

“Here’s a bigger dick for you,” he tells the guy in the sling.  I do my standard eat and fuck.  His hole has been busy in these first 30 minutes.  I fuck him while the bald top fucks his mouth.  We reverse.  Again and again.

*****

I take a long swig from my water bottle, looking out at the action happening across the way.  I am still on the coat check side of the upper level.

“Excuse me, Sir.”

I turn to the voice behind me.  It’s the Gym Otter I watched load the cute young man less than 25 minutes ago.  “May I suck your cock?”  Gym Otter falls to his knees and takes my cock, wet with the ass juice of at least three men, deep into his throat.  Not only is he incredibly handsome, he’s incredibly skilled for his young age.  He spends equal amounts of time on just the head, but also keeps burying the full shaft down his throat.  He makes himself gag. His dick is tucked away in a jock now, but I can see it jump every time his throat constricts.  Soon enough, his cock pouch is wet from how he’s sucking my dick.

He finally stands up.  Even young knees get tired.

“I’d love to eat your ass,” I tell the young top.  Gym Otter doesn’t answer.  He simply bends over into the vacant sling next to us, feet on the floor, chest to the leather.  I kneel behind him.  Fuck!  That ass is perfectly shaped.  I nuzzle the hairy crack and my tongue finds his hole.  It drills into him after a few tentative licks.  He moans and pushes back.  I hold still and let him fuck himself on my tongue. 

I take over.  I proceed to open his manhole with my tongue.  I lick and spit and swallow.  He groans and finally turns his head enough to try to look at me.  “You’ve gotta fuck me with that dick.”

I stand up and enter his ass.  He’s tight, but I can feel him will himself to relax.  He does.  And I fuck.  I start slow, but soon I am slamming into him.  We get a crowd—including the cute kid the Gym Otter had loaded, who looks on, as surprised as I am. 

I slow down.  Gym Otter, pulls away from me. He spins around from leaning into the sling to kneeling in front of me.  He cleans my cock, relishing the taste of his own hole…

****

I go downstairs.  The short, bald top has the brown skinned bottom on the fuck bench in the middle of the dance floor.  He waves me over, never missing a stroke into the bottom’s ass.  I take over from him.  I grin at the man in the bottom’s mouth—my first fuck of the night, the gray haired guy.  The three of us keep rotating around the bottom’s two holes.  We work the nipples of whoever is fucking if we are the man with no hole.

“You’re wearing a yellow jock,” the bald top says, pausing mid-stroke in his fuck.  “You a piss pig?”

I tell him I am.

“Well, here.”  He grunts.  He doesn’t pull out to give me a drink.  He fills the brown skinned guy’s ass with, from watching him deliver it, a huge load of piss.  “Now drink it.”

I fall to my knees.  A small splash of piss falls from the over filled ass at my knees as he pulls his dick out and before I can plaster my mouth around the groaning bottom’s hole.  I am fed.  And fed.  I keep swallowing.  More and more.  Finally the stream winds down.  I save some in my mouth.  I stand up, shakily, and yellow ball it to the bald top.  He is startled for a brief moment, then  he gets even harder as I empty his own piss into his mouth.  He grunts and moves around to the bottom.  He bends and feeds the bottom, too, making the circle complete…

*****

An hour later.  I have been fucking in the darker sling area.  I come downstairs.  The cute kid the Gym Otter had loaded at the top of the night is on the fuck bench on the dance floor.  He is blindfolded.  Two friends stand at the top of the bench, where the kid’s wrists are tied to the bench.  A hot man his age is fucking him.  The minder’s nod to me, silently telling me to fuck him next.  I stand to the side and beat my rock hard cock against the restrained boy.  The young guy finishes up.  Did he cum?  I can’t tell.  Another guy pushes into the freshly fucked ass before I can get in.  That’s fine.  I love watching this.  The crowd leaning on the railings, watching it all, look down.  Some point.  Some come down the stairs.  There is now a line to fuck this boy.  I watch six more guys fuck him—at least two giving him loads—before the minders stop the next guy in line and motion me to fuck him.

As much as I want to felch him, I don’t.  The headspace for the bottom is about having no choice of taking dick after dick.  I push into the sloppy hole.  It feels glorious.  The kid groans at my size, even after all this dick, or maybe because of all this dick.  One of the handlers tells the boy “It’s a daddy fucking you now.  Hell, he could be your grandpa.” 

The boy tries to pull away from me, squirming blindly.

“Take it.  You wanted this, now take his big dick!” the handler says, giving him a swat on the back.  The boy becomes docile and lets me plow his ass.   I am mindful of others behind me.  I step to the side.  My dick is covered in jizz.  I wipe it on the bottom’s hip.

The handler is continuing the monologue.  “An African is fucking you now…That pig Jim is in your hole…Let that bald guy in him…”  On and on.

I count a dozen men after me.  The line is now gone.  I move back behind him.  This time I kneel and taste his hole.  It’s amazing.  I haven’t had such a filled ass in ages.  I lick up what is leaking out, but I want him to keep what’s inside him.  The bottom is whimpering, now, into the arms of one of the handler’s.  The other looks at me.  “Fuck him again, Daddy.  Make him feel it.”

I stand up and slide in.  I fuck him.  I churn the loads he’s taken.  I froth the cum, fucking him harder and harder.  I stop, on the brink of my own orgasm.  I pull out, my cock even more of a jizzy mess.  One of the handlers starts untying the boy—and the other thoughtfully cleans my dick…

*****

Tomorrow:  Part Two—published exactly 24 hours after one.  

I get to use the fuck wall and a surprise appearance of an old f-bud.

My Trip to Canada: Behind the Iron Gate

Toronto—August, 2018

I woke up on Saturday morning feeling incredibly refreshed, still smelling Jon on my beard.  The bad news, that with my decision to stay in Toronto for the Sunday Fukdto, I had to find a new hotel.  I checked once more at the desk, but there had been no cancellations here.  I found a room just down the street, but it was smaller and there was no way the sling could be set up in it.

Franklin, the man I’d met online and then in person at Fukdto had agreed that we should meet one on one.  I told him of my hotel change and that there would be no sling.  We both wanted one, so we agreed to meet at Steamworks that night.  I spent the day moving, reading and counting the hours before I could get back into this cute man…

I walk to Steamworks.  I am early enough in the evening to still get a sling room.  And not just any sling room, but my favorite sling room:  the one with an iron gate.  If you leave the door open, the gate can be locked, blocking access to the room, but with a great view of all that is happening.  It’s at the end of a short hallway and guys love to stand and jerk to the sex play inside.

I go in and get into my jock and boots.  I set out lube and tuck poppers into my sock.  I have a blindfold handy.  I want options.  The room is heavily mirrored on all sides and above us.  The sling is hoisted above the bigger than usual bathhouse bed.  I unhook it from the wall and lower it into place, then hook it back up deciding I will likely want to start on the bed.  I turn on the porn and then I go for a walk.  I find the public computer and let Franklin know the room number.  I have almost an hour before he gets off work. 

I tour the facility.  Right now, it’s not particularly active.  There is a willing man at the slurp ramp.  I let him work my cock to full hardness.  Even he, an active cocksucker, understands I’m not about to blow a load this early in the night.  I look in at the public sling.  I’m rather pleased that it’s empty; I don’t really want to fuck anyone before Franklin gets here.

I go back to the room and try to find porn raunchy enough for me. I watch, and casually stroke with the iron gate shut.  I soon let in a Latino, telling him he can suck me.  After 5 minutes on my dick, he pleads to get fucked.  I tell him no.  He gets back to work on me…and shoots on my boots.  I tell him to lick it up and he looks at me like I’m from Mars.

Franklin arrives.  I let him in, locking the gate so we are still in view.  We hug.  He’s still fully dressed and needing to head to the showers.  He leaves and I half heartedly flip through the porn.  Franklin is back in record time—things have gone smoothly.  If you remember, Franklin is in his late 30’s, about 5’ 8” with a beard, a hairy chest and those adorable Harry Potter glasses.  We kiss…and the glasses come off as he goes to his knees to suck me.  He takes me down, almost to my full balls.  He grunts and tries not to play with himself.

I am eager and impatient.  I can’t wait to rim him.  I get him up on the bed on all fours.  I get on my knees and spend a delicious time getting re-acquainted with his ass.  Eventually I rear up and enter his spit soaked pucker.  He relaxes once my cockhead has breached his hole.  I push into him slowly.  I get about three quarters of my dick into him. We fuck, but I want to be balls deep in that hot ass.

“Why don’t you try sitting on me.”  I lie down on the bed.  He licks and spits on my cock, savoring the taste of his ass.  He straddles me and slowly impales himself—all the way to my pubes.  He grins in satisfaction and bends to kiss me.  Fuck, yes.  My tongue invades his mouth.  He only breaks the kiss to step up the fucking he’s giving himself on my thick cock.

We go back to doggy.  He can take my full length now. 

We break for a drink and get the sling down.  Franklin hops in and I get his ankles in the stirrups.  I notice the collection of men, mostly twinks, out in the hallway jerking.  I walk over and stick my cock through the bars, obviously straight from Franklin’s ass,.  A cute young man kneels and willingly gets my dick wetter.

I go back to Franklin.  I eat his hole.  I fuck him.  Hard.  Setting the sling creaking.  I pull out and step up on the bed for Franklin to clean my dick. He does so, eagerly.  A man in the hallway begins talking loudly, calling Franklin loudly by name, telling him to suck the shit off my cock.  I sigh, tell the catcaller that he should learn about cleaning out and shut the door on the free show.

We fuck in peace.  Loudly.  I go back and forth between Franklin’s holes repeatedly.

We take another break.  I open the door, leaving the gate shut.  We play a little more, until there is another crowd.  There is a hot couple there playing as they watch us.  We both know the man getting head from his tatted bottom boy.  “Should I open up?”  Franklin nods.  I know the top from a Roughhouse gathering here in Toronto.  Both are tall and thin and Franklin’s age.  Franklin knows the Top, too and that they are both PrEPsters.

“We should switch bottoms,” the Top suggests.

Everyone seems eager for this.  I let the Top get Franklin back in the sling.  There is just room on the bed for the Tatted boy to get on all fours.  I eat his lubed up hole.  I enter him.  He has a hot ass which squeezes down hard on my dick.  He moves around just a little, so he can kiss Franklin who is getting a hard jackrabbit fuck from his Top.

We pause and re-group.  The Tatted bottom gets in the sling.  The Top goes up his boy.  Franklin gets on the bed and feeds his dick to Tatted bottom.  I kneel and eat the Top’s ass on the backstroke.

“I want your dick,” the Top barks out.

I stand up and enter him.  I stand stock still.  He fucks into his boy and back onto me.  He grunts out his satisfaction.  And begins to spew his load into the Tatted bottom.  He pulls out and collapses on the bed.  I kneel and felch the Tatted boy’s dripping hole.  I come up and snowball some to him.  I eat out some more and share it with Franklin, too.  Franklin moves off the bed and pushes his dick into the Tatted Boy’s cum dripping hole.  He fucks him.  I wonder if he’s going to load him—but the Top gets up and announces they should leave.  They do.  I close the door after them, leaving us alone without an audience.

*****

I am in the sling.  Franklin is eating my ass.  It’s great to just lie there and be made to feel so good.  I remind him to keep on kissing me.  “I love the taste of my ass.”  He is more than willing.  Back and forth he goes.

We change places.  It’s getting late.  We need to get off.  Franklin gets back in the sling. 

“Remember, I want you to breed me tonight.” 

I fuck him hard.  He tells me his hole feels so stretched out.  He jerks.  He shoots all over himself.  I scoop it up with my hand and coat my dick with his seed.  I fuck his load into him.  And it makes me cum.  I shoot into his ass—again and again.

The pictures were kindly supplied by Franklin once I got back to Michigan.  Guys, thank him for taking the time to send them…

My Trip to Canada: Jon Comes to the Hotel

Toronto—August, 2018

So the night after the last guy in the woods had shot down my throat—and my own cock had finally exploded—we did what campers do.  We talked about the weather.  He told me that rain was headed our way—and due to reach us in the middle of the night.

There is little worse than packing up your campsite in the rain.  I went back to my car decisively.  I packed everything and got ready to sleep in the car.  I wondered about the wisdom of that decision as the weather was still lovely as I drifted off to sleep.  I woke around 3 am with rain pounding down on my Ford Focus.  It was still pouring as the sun finally came up.  Feeling rather smug, I drove off to my motel for three days at the Shaw Festival.

The five plays I saw were a mixed bag of good and adequate.  And after all the sex, to go cold turkey to nothing was rather rough.  But I had a light at the end of the tunnel.  Not some flickering candle way down there, but a big fuckin’ search light.  I was driving back to Toronto on Friday to meet Jon Shield again. 

I arrived right at check in time at the same downtown hotel where we’d met before, close to the gay village.  I had a small suite—and there was just room enough in the bedroom to set up the sling.  I checked in with Jon online.  Yup, he was planning to arrive at 6pm.  I turned back the bed, showered, put out the lube.  I decided against the leather as it was another hot night, so just my jock and boots. I drank from my water bottle and tried to read on the couch in the sitting area.  Five minutes ahead of time, there was a knock on the door…

Jon comes into the room and gives me hug.  He tosses down his bag and we settle on the couch.  We chat about where I have been since he saw me at Fukdto.  I talk about the camping and the theatre.  I also mention the fact I’ve decided to extend my trip to go to the next Fukdto that is coming up on Sunday.

And then he’s between my splayed legs, freeing my cock from the pouch of my jock.  It’s hard pretty much instantly.  His eyes look up and meet mine.  “Go ahead.  Suck me.” 

His tongue finds my cock head and into my piss slit.  I sigh.  Jon sighs and he settles into the intense cock sucking of which he is a master.  He spends a long time on the head before he begins the descent to the base.  I let him set the pace and do it in his own time.  It’s exquisite torture to let him work down to a full deep throat.  But it’s worth the wait.  He holds me there for a long moment—then he’s up, gasping for air.

And he repeats it.

And again.

He licks my balls.  His tongue leaves them wet and matted.  His mouth goes back to the full length of my cock.

Jon comes up off my dick and kisses me.  This is new—and fucking wonderful.  Our tongues push back and forth.  Spit is exchanged.  We come up for air happy and slightly sloppy.

I can’t take any more.  I have to eat that hairy ass.  He kneels on the couch, his arms on the back—but it’s an awkward position for me to really go deep.  We switch to the bed.  To have Jon on all fours on my bed is the stuff of fantasy.  I kneel and bury my face into that ass I have watched so many others use.  He grinds back against me.  I spend just as long on his ass as he did on my cock.  Finally I tell him I’m ready to fuck—and suggest he ride me to get used to me, remembering last time.  I flop down on the bed beside him. He grabs the Elbow Grease he’s brought.  He covers my cock and then wipes his fingers across my chest.  “Warrior’s stripes,” he tells me.

He kneels over me, his shins flat to the bed alongside my chest and hips.  He lowers his ass.  His hole connects with my cock head.  He pauses.  Inhales.  And settles down, carefully.  He hits bottom, sighs again and leans forward to kiss me again.  We can’t stop kissing.  And now I am even deeper into his ass.  Jon begins a slow fuck.  He’s in charge.  We both want him to get used to my dick.  He does, of course.  He is letting the pleasure show on his face now.  Between kisses, that is.  Considering we’ve never kissed beyond greeting, we can’t keep our mouths off each other.

Jon is truly riding me now.  Up and down.  It’s an amazing fuck—a slow pump of my cock with his grasping hole.  We kiss again, and he shifts his legs.  He moves so he’s on his feet, though he never lifts himself all the way off me.  He can now thrust down on me harder.  And harder. The fuck is leaving us both breathless.

He leans down to kiss me.  This time we squirm enough that I pop out of him.  We finish the kiss.  I get to my feet and get his juice bottle and hand it to him.  I drink a long slug of water.  We kiss again. Lingering.  Exploring.

I roll Jon onto his back and pull him to the edge of the bed.  It’s my turn to be in control.  I sink to my knees and spend a long time eating his freshly fucked hole.  I will myself to stand up.  I insert and glide into his wet ass, his legs on my shoulders.  I fuck slowly.  I am three quarters of the way in.  I work the last few inches into Jon.  He begins to shake. I bend and hold him, still deeper into him than I’ve ever been.  I whisper, asking if he’s okay?  He assures me I’m just re-arranging his insides.  We kiss and I begin a slow pump and grind.  It feels amazing.  I am so fucking deep.  I leave my cock in place and bend to kiss him again…

*****

We’ve had a break and moved to the sling.  I am kneeling, my face buried in his wet hole again.  I stand up and grab his Elbow Grease.  His feet are bare now, in the stirrups.  I’ve read somewhere that he likes his feet worshiped.  I grease up my hands and begin massaging the right sole.  The look of surprise, going to pleasure, is totally worth it.  I work the soles with my strong fingers.  They slide between his toes.  I kiss the sole.  The toes all fit into my mouth.  I do it all again with his left foot.  Then one last push on the pressure points, simultaneously.

My cock is rock hard and slaps his ass crack.  Instead of sliding into him, it erupts with piss.  Up and down his ass crack.  Jon groans in surprise and pleasure as I bend to clean him up.  I lick him clean…cock, hairy balls, and his gloriously hairy ass crack.  My cock is rock hard…

*****

“Let’s move to the bed.”  

We’ve gone from sling to couch again since he wanted more oral time on my cock.  Now we go back to the bed and 69—Jon is sucking my cock and I have my tongue deep in his ass.  We are happily in pig heaven.  We squirm around so he’s back to all fours and my tongue is fucking him.  I can feel my orgasm building.  I quickly move to get my cock into him.  I explode all over his crack.  He grabs the sheets and pushes back.  My cock head pushes my seed into his already wet hole…

A link to our first one on one here. 

My Trip to Canada: Cruising In the Woods

Ontario—August, 2018

The next day, I was looking forward to a lazy day of reading and listening to Verdi’s I Masnadieri.  I went out for breakfast.  The campground was certainly much emptier when I got back.  But then the men on day passes began to arrive.  My wing of the campground had totally emptied, but now the day trippers were parking here and walking to the pool…before meandering into the woods…

I have had a late lunch.  I am sitting in my lawn chair near the tent.  Joan Sutherland is wafting softly over the breeze.  A good looking man in nothing but a pair of shorts ambles my way.  He sits at the picnic table one site away.   We are the only men in my area.  He kneads his bulge, unzips and his shorts are soon around his ankles.  He openly strokes his above average cock.  I switch off the music and walk towards him.  He’s even better looking as I get closer:  Mid 40’s, tall and lanky with a hairy chest and a very Hebraic nose.  He leans forward, unbuttons my fly and goes down on me.    At that moment, 500 yards away, two men toss their beach towels into their parked car.  They stop to watch the blow job.  My sucker pulls my cock out of his mouth and shows off the size of it to the two men.  They start our way.

The curly haired, 30 something is eager to join us.  His petite partner stays a distance away and watches his friend sit next to my sucker on the picnic table.  My original sucker offers the new man my dick.  I’m excited at the prospect of being passed back and forth.  Instead the first guy loses interest and wanders into the woods towards the play area.  My new guy sucks me for a bit and finally asks if we can play in my tent.  I point to it and tell him I barely fit in it, let alone two of us.  We settle to go to the play area.  His voyeur of a partner tags along after us.

We go into the hut with the glory holes.  “Stand up on the bench,” he tells me.  I do.  I am right at the correct height for some excellent head.  His petite friend watches us, half hidden by a partition.  “Turn around.”  My cocksucker pushes on my hips to turn me.  I turn and his tongue finds my ass. 

Fuck, this is about the last thing I expect.  But he’s an even better rimmer than cock sucker.  When he stops slurping on my hairy crack to catch his breath, I tell him we should reverse.  He stands on the bench and I suck his decently sized cock—and eat out his hole.   He groans and strokes at top speed as I tongue his pucker.  He spins around and gives me his load.  Noisily.  He pulls up his swimsuit and leaves with the watcher…who may have shot in the dirt.

I step out of the building.  A built guy in an electric blue Speedo arrives. My original sucker emerges from the woods and holds me, tweaking my nipples, as Blue Speedo goes down on my cock.  Speedo pulls down his suit and jerks his fat cock as he sucks me.  I fuck his face.  He pulls off me, breathless.  I think he might be on the edge of blowing his load, but instead he takes off.  I finally do down on my original sucker.  He lets me have my way with him, now that we are alone—but pulls out of my mouth the moment the big man from yesterday arrives.  He not only pulls out of my mouth he all but runs away.

“You want some head?” asks the Big Guy.

I mount one of the step units.  BG takes out his plate, not bothering to hide the fact this time, tucks it in his pocket and gives me velvety head.  The Bear he was sucking last night arrives.  I motion him to join us.  We stand on the steps and BG goes back and forth on us.  Soon the Bear is sucking my cock along with the Big Guy.   BG tires of sharing and wanders away into the hut—after new cock. 

I take a turn on the Bear.  He gives me his load.

I am alone for a moment—listening to the sounds of oral sex coming from the hut.  I have no idea who BG is sucking now.  I consider getting back to the opera, but hang out on the slurp ramp instead.

“There he is.”  Blue Speedo is back—and he has his cute Latino boyfriend with him.  “I wanted him to see that huge dick of yours.”  They stand below me.  I obligingly do a slight knee bend and stick my cock through the glory hole.  Blue Speedo pushes the younger man onto my dick.  “Show him what you can do.”  He can do plenty.  It’s hot watching him suck me, guided by his partner.  Soon Blue Speedo comes up on the ramp alongside me.  He sticks his fat cock through the hole.  His BF begins going back and forth between us. The BF undoes his cutoffs and they fall to his ankles.  He’s naked beneath and begins stroking a stubby cock.

“You want a cock in your ass?”  Blue Speedo asks.

The BF nods, his face full of my cock.  Blue Speedo goes down and fucks his BF as the BF continues to suck me.  The strength of his fucking makes BF go a little deeper onto my dick.

“You want his dick up your ass, too?”

BF pulls off me, and nods.  Blue Speedo grins and leads the BF around to the sling under the lean-to.  I follow.  The BF gets into the  sling, naked.  I look up at the sign above us and grin.

Blue Speedo spits on his boy’s raised manhole.  He dribbles more spit on his dick and re-enters his boy.  I give BF my cock in his mouth again, in that slightly awkward angle you have to do with a sling.  Blue Speedo is totally turned on by sharing his boy.  He pounds him, making the sling rock.

“Fuck this PrEPped hole!”  he tells me.

He slides out and I slide in.  The BF beats faster.  We are a great set of dicks for his ass.  Blue Speedo is thicker, but not as long.  I’m thick but have the longer cock.  Blue Speedo is jerking as he watches my cock go into his Latino BF.

I pull out.  He fucks him again.  I offer my cock to the BF.  He loves the taste of his hole on my dick.  His tiny dick throbs.

“Fuck him again.”

I do.

Blue Speedo taps me on the shoulder.  I pull out and he just gets his cock into his BF in time as he blows his load.  He stays there, marinating in that hot ass.  He pulls out.  I fall to my knees.  I clean his cock.  He groans in exquisite agony.  I go for the load in the hole.  The BF reacts like my tongue in his cummy hole is an electric prod.  In seconds he jerks a load out of his stubby cock.  He lets me stick my cock into his dripping hole for a couple of strokes, but he has really had enough.  They thank me.  I thank them for allowing me to fuck his hot ass.

I am alone in the woods for the first time in over an hour.

I start to my campsite.  I stop.  A man is by my tent.  He sees me and comes my way.

He’s good looking—Greek and with a nice uncut cock dangling out of his fly. “I was told to find the big dick listening to classical music.  Is that you?”

By way of answer, I get out my dick.

“I guess so.”  He drops to his knees and sucks me.  He doesn’t seem to mind the taste of the Latino’s hole at all.  He pulls off me.  His own dick is rampant.  We trade off. 

He must be really ready.  He loads my mouth.  Sheepishly.  “I wanted your load,”  he says, putting his cock away.

I offer it to him, but he’s really lost interest now that he’s shot.

No one else is around.

The Day Passer’s cars are gone.

I go back to my opera.  Content.

That night, I get off.  I suck off a Bear on the slurp ramp who gives me an enormous load. 

It’s massive enough to trigger my own stubborn ejaculation…