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.