Fukd: The Men and the New Maze

Toronto--November, 2018

The next day I went to Fukd.  That morning, I posted a quick connect ad on BBRT to announce I was going.  I fielded a ton of messages, convincing guys to join me there.  I was ready and eager by the 4 pm start time. 

It was great to be back.  The playspace had changed slightly.  The two floored, open area still held the four slings, two per side on the upper levels.  But the stage, the fuckbench on the dance floor and the fuck wall, with its ass sized gloryholes, were gone.  In that space there was a maze created from great sheets of plastic tarp.   I worried this would cut down on the visual aspect of the event.  Instead, it just might have made it hotter…

I go up to my usual bench to change into my leathers.  I look down into the maze.  I see one sling hidden by the plastic.  I can’t wait to explore more of it.  I stow my bag, piss and go down.  Host Jon Shield is at the entrance of the maze sucking host Andrew Hardy’s sizeable dick.  He looks up at me and smirks, his mouth still full. 

“Nice that you’re setting the tone for this event,” I smile as Andrew hands me a cum towel. 

Jon pulls off Andrew, still holding the meaty penis.  “I try.”  He looks at my bulging jock.   “Try not to terrorize the boys too much with that cock.”  And he goes back to sucking and I go into the maze.

It’s crowded.  There are more guys here right at the start than usual.  I find the sling and a fuckbench in different areas of the maze.  There is also a padded table.  And a lot of young men who don’t want to be seen having sex.  One of them pulls me into the shadows.

“Let me suck you, daddy.”  He kneels and gets me very hard.  He seems to love the odor of sex that emanates from my jock pouch.  We are soon surrounded by others.  I don’t let him get up—I just push him onto another hard cock and continue my maze exploration.

An older man, with hot tats and a beer gut, is in the sling.  “Fuck,” he hisses when he sees my wet, hard cock that can’t go back into the pouch. 

“You want this?” I ask, slapping it against his oversized ball sack.

“Fuck, yes.  No mercy.”

I kneel and eat his hole.  He’s had dick already, just 15 minutes into the event.  I stand up and rough fuck him.  The chains rattle.  I look up to the floor above us, where I had changed my clothes.  It is now full of men, most masturbating, watching us fuck.  Others come in to our alcove from around the plastic. 

One of them is the Flip Flop Top from last night.  His lithe, trim and smooth body is the exact opposite of the man I’m fucking.  “I’m next,” he says.

A burly guy is stroking by the side of the man I’m fucking.  I nod at him, and he takes my place.  Flip Flop Top bends, holding onto the sling frame for support.  I kneel and get my face into that smooth ass.  FFT groans and takes poppers.  When I surface, ready to fuck, the sling is empty—so we use it. 

It’s a short fuck—he hurt himself last night after I fucked him with a rougher top—but it’s great to be back in him even for a little.

After our fuck, a 20-something—tall, thin and designer jocked—leans in.  “Follow me.”  He leads me out of the maze into one of the small cubicles upstaris.  “I don’t need everyone to see you plow me.”

I sigh and shut the door.  I fuck him a little harder, slapping his ass with great whacks, than I might have if we’d stayed in the maze…

*****

I make the round of all the slings.  I twist nipples.  Share a bottom or two.  Clean the cock of a top I’ve played with here before.

I go back to the maze.  I laughed at the glow in the dark harnesses when I saw them on a Fort Troff advertisement.  Now I see one in the darkest area of the maze—and see how they actually work.  It gives me just enough light to zero in on his muscle butt, as he leans across the padded table.  He’s a great fuck.  Wet and muscular.  We meet up again and again throughout the night.

*****

I am on the upper level.  It’s crowded.  You can barely move.  The slings are full and busy.  I hear “woof” behind me.  Not the word, but a true bark.  I turn.  A handsome, hairy man with a choke collar and dog tag is right against the wall.  His regular white jock is very full.  I push my way to him.  He holds me and we kiss—then he manages to somehow find room to kneel.  He groans as he takes my cock out.  He looks at it, eyes aglow—and takes it to the hilt.  Over and over.  He’s incredible.  Perfect suction, perfect spit.  He stands up and we kiss even more passionately.  My hands are all over his furry butt.

“Let me eat your ass.”

“I’m not cleaned deep enough for you to fuck.  Jon told me to suck the guy in leather.”   

I smile.  Always good to have the host pimping for you.

“I don’t have to fuck, I just want to taste you…”

He turns and I spend a long time in his hairy ass.  He is groaning and muttering to himself as I eat out his hole.  I sort of check out for a bit.  It’s all about his responsive hole and my tongue.  When I do stop,  we kiss again. 

*****

I find Franklin at a sling.  He’s in top mode today.  He is fucking a Daddy.  I clean his cock and let him go back into the man.

*****

A lithe younger man, with dark hair, and olive skin in his mid 30’s, is getting fucked by a daddy in the sling.  I move to the side and work the Daddy’s nipples as he fucks.  I know the bottom from previous meets.  He recognizes me and asks for my dick in his mouth as he gets fucked.  I oblige.  This turns the top on.  He fucks the kid harder.  When he slows down, he asks if I want a turn up the boy.  I do.  We change places.

We do it again.  And then once more.

The boy gets out of the sling to stretch and leans against the railing overlooking the maze.

“I’d like to try that cock on for size,” says the top.  He bends next to the boy on the railing.  I kneel behind his hairy, full ass and get him wet.  I spend quite some time getting his hole slick.  When I stand up, the lithe boy is being fucked by Jon.  He grabs the top for support—and to kiss. I begin to enter the top.  He grunts.

“Breathe into it,” Jon tells him.

“Fuck, it’s big,” says the top—but with those words, I’m fully in.  I hold.  “Now fuck me,” he commands.   The two men cling together, kissing, as they both get fucked.  Jon and I grin and pick up the tempo…

*****

I rarely stop all night.  I drink a lot of water for enforced piss breaks—but no takers this time.

Late, I find the lithe boy in the sling again.  Things are winding down, he’s alone and toying with his fucked out hole.

“Let me help…”

I kneel and apply my tongue to his ravaged pucker.  He groans.  I taste load.  I wonder whose it is as I swallow some down and stand up to snowball some to him.  He takes it greedily.

“If you eat that cum out, you need to replace it.”

I go down and lick a little more.  My cock is telling me I can do that easily.  It’s time.

I stand up and fuck his wet, silky hole.

“Breed me.  I’ve always wanted you to breed me.”

Magic words. 

I shoot and shoot and shoot…