Franklin: Making His Black Friday Happier

Toronto—November, 2018

The first of two terrific playtimes in what is fast becoming my favorite city for sex…

I arrive in the early afternoon.  I am staying in a hotel that has no parking.  I park in the lot that is as close as any I know—though it means I will walk for a bit, dragging a big suitcase down the streets.  I add the leather filled gym bag and my computer into the big, green square suitcase that was new sometime in the 1990’s.  I loop the canvas bag with my tea making equipment over the extension handle.  I’m ready to go—and it starts to rain.  A sprinkle.  I have a hooded sweatshirt under my winter coat.  I put up the hood.  It’s really starting to rain now.  My beard, which I’ve kept longer and a little scraggly at the encouragement of Derrick and Jacob, is suddenly really wet.  I cross the street and head on a diagonal through the park.  The wheel on my suitcase hits a divot in the sidewalk.  It breaks off a piece.  I now have that K-thump, K-thump as I drag it along.  Ahead of me I see that some religious organization has set up a large canvas tent to feed the homeless who fill this particular park.  As I approach two members step out of the shelter, see my rain bedraggled beard and sodden hood while I drag what looks like all my worldly possessions behind me in a broken suitcase. 

“Please, won’t you come in for a hot meal?  We have a turkey dinner just for you.”

I smile ruefully, the rest of the way to my hotel…

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The rain has stopped before I walk to Steamworks to meet Franklin.  I am checking in early and setting up the sling room.  We are back in the space with the iron gate that we had in August.

 The sling can be put up out of the way.

Or lowered for use. 

I start our scene with it up.  Franklin isn’t due for another hour.  I wander a little.  I get some warm up head on the slurp ramp from a hungry cocksucker.  Soon enough, Franklin arrives.  He’s had a long day of retail madness, it being the Friday after Thanksgiving.  He showers and preps.  When he returns and the gate is locked, the cute cub and I embrace.  We kiss.  He’s still slightly damp.  I let him kneel and suck on my cock.  It swells to fullness as he takes almost all of it down his throat.

“Get my balls.” 

He does.  Really, really thoroughly.  He leaves every millimeter of those hairy sacks wet.

“Up on the bed.  I need to eat your hole.” 

He gets on all fours.  I dive in, licking and spitting.  It’s such a hairy ass.  I love watching the hairs mat.  I stand up.  My engorged dick pokes at his wet hole.  I fuck him, using only about half of my dick.  He is not relaxing.  We switch.  He wants to sit on me.  With him in control, he takes me to the hilt.  He rides me, increasing the pace, until he is slamming his ass down on my angry looking cock.

We go back to doggie.  His hole is now more than ready to take me to the hilt.  I pound into him.  Franklin pulls off me only so he can taste his ass juice on my dick.  I am glad to share it.

A guy has been watching us fuck  through the gate.  I direct Franklin to suck him through the bars.   I love the look of a hard cock coming through the gated door to be serviced.  We decide to invite him in—I am thinking as a second top, but of course the new guy wants to get fucked.  Franklin’s game to top him.  I start off with him...and the hole is not ready for play. 

We break as I clean up and send the guy to the showers.

The sling comes down.  I fuck Franklin a little. 

He really wants to work on stretching his hole.  I grab his beginners plug, insert and use it to stretch him.  I exchange it for my much bigger plug.  I know he won’t take it all, but he takes a little more of it each time—until he is about an inch away from its biggest diameter.   

Next up is the egg headed dildo.  It goes in easily after all the play.  I pull the thin shaft down and insert my cock alongside the ribbed shaft.  Franklin hits the poppers.  He groans, telling me he loves how full he feels.  I love how tight it makes his hole after the stretching.

“Do you want me to start with a hand?” I ask as my dick comes out. 

He nods.

I take this picture of his used hole.

I finally close the door behind the gate.  The toy comes out and my fingers go in.  We use his coconut oil.  One finger, two.  Alternate hands.  Now three.  Four.  And a lateral stretch.  We do this for quite awhile.  When I try a whole hand, my smaller left hand stops at the usual place, the knuckles.  But we have made significant steps.

I’ve been hunched over working his ass.  Franklin has me lie down.  He gives me a really wonderful back rub.  After the long drive in, lugging the suitcase for so far, all the tight muscles from fucking and ass play melt away.

I don’t tell him when to stop.  And he just keeps going.  It’s lovely.

He lies down next to me.  We wrap arms around each other and just stay there for a minute.  “I think it’s time for you to breed me,” he murmurs.

I agree.

I open the door.  Franklin gets up in the sling.  I lick his hole.  My erection throbs back to life—the blood having all rushed to my back.  I push between his now slightly puffy ass lips.  Franklin bears down, squeezing my dick.  I begin a fast pump.  He hands me his poppers.  I take a quick inhale—and within moments, I am coating his insides with cum.  I kneel and poke around for a taste of my load—but it’s not a prolonged felching.

We hug good bye—and Franklin tells me I’ve made his Black Friday happier.  I let him out the gate and right in our corridor is the Fluid Pig.  (You will find his many exploits with me under his own label.  He is from Toronto, but work often brings him to Michigan.)  He grabs me and tells me he will be in my town next month.  Then casually announces he has two loads in him—and that I should taste them.

He jumps in the sling.  I hunker down and start exploring his wet hole.  They ooze out onto my tongue.  My cock, which has just shot a load into Franklin stiffens.   I fuck it into him, feeling the squishy loads.  I fuck a bit.  He thanks me, and gets up out of the sling.  My cock is coated in cum from his ass.

The Vers Top, who played with Franklin and I in August comes in as the Fluid Pig says goodbye.  I fucked him, back then, while he fucked his boy.  He greets me and gets in the sling unasked.  “Fuck me with that hard dick.”

“It’s covered in two men’s cum,” I tell him.

“All the better.”

The Flip Flop Top takes a hit of his poppers as I eat his tight, hairless ass.  I don’t eat him for long, though I want to—but I have no idea if this surprise erection will last.  He is so damn tight, but all the cum on my cock makes me slide right in.  FFT beats his meat as he tells me to breed him.  I fuck him and in less than 5 minutes I am blasting another load in him.  Which makes him shoot, too.

Not bad for an old man…