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…