Tea...and Eating Ass...with Brown_Spice

Toronto—New Year’s Eve, 2018

I came home from Fukd tired, sated and incredibly sticky.  I washed up some, but will admit to keeping my beard pretty fragrant with dried cum and ass juice so I could fall asleep thinking about all those fucking men.

I woke late on Monday and my host made oatmeal.  Ashok, well, Brown_Spice as he would rather be known here, had more tea waiting for me as I stepped out of the shower.  We sat side by side on the couch, with bright sunshine pouring in through the window behind us.  He pointed out that I was still wearing the Fukd wrist band.   I told him I was leaving it on so I could show the customs agent at the border my reason for coming to Toronto.  We talked about what he did at Fukd (suck some big cock) and how much he liked watching me work over a guy I fucked after our shared oral orgy moment.

And without another word, he pulled open my bathrobe and was sucking my thickening cock.  He was good.  And he obviously loved doing it.  His own sizable dick was now hard.  He pulled off me and we kissed.  Tentatively—then deeply.  Sweetly, even.

I took a turn sucking him.  A big pre-cummer which you know I love. 

But I really wanted to rim his hot ass. 

This is a photo from my second visit to see him, but I want to show you how hot that ass is.  And how hairy.  I had him get on fours, so I could kneel on the floor and he could gaze out the window.  It was sweet.  Hot.  Dare I say some of the ginger in the tea we kept drinking was seeping out of his pores…in a word, delicious.

“Sit on my face.” 

We flipped around so I could lie on the couch and he could grind his butt down on my tongue.  I made sure to rub my beard across his now sopping wet hole.  I drilled into him as he moaned deep in his throat.

And just as easily as we’d started, we stopped.  We both knew we had plans for New Year’s Eve.

Which is the next post. 

Fucking in the New Year.

Brown_Spice took this picture of me sometime that morning/early afternoon.  I really like it—even if you can see the back to back late nights around my eyes.  Is it me or do I look like I’m auditioning for Friar Lawrence in a production of Romeo and Juliet?