Toronto—February,
2019
I was headed back for a weekend in
Toronto. I timed it to coincide with a
special Friday night edition of Fukd.
The presenter had urged me on my last visit to come and be part of the
fun happening with Dolf Deitrich. The
pornster was eager to break his record of loads taken in Toronto.
I was once again hosted in the city
by Ashok, or Brown_Spice as he likes to be known here. I settled into his place (after we cleared
the snow from his driveway!) and napped until it was time to head out for Fukd. Once inside the club, I changed into my
leathers. Brown_Spice dressed in a
sporty jock and tee with athletic shoes.
Jon Shield welcomed me—and went right back to fucking a hot young
stud. We checked our bags and went our separate
ways…
I
stop at the pair of slings on the same side as the coat check. The beefy top, whose piss I drank out of a
hot ass on a previous trip, is getting a tall Asian, with a shock of dyed blond
hair, into a sling. I go and help. We take turns tag teaming the willing
man. The sling is way low. It is uncomfortable and I soon excuse
myself. I go to the other side of the
cut-a-way room, to the other two slings.
A young man with intricate tats on his well muscled arms, grabs my still
wet cock and guides it into his own hole.
I am backed against the railing.
He is in charge of the fuck—impaling himself on me again and again. When I don’t instantly give him a load, he
grows weary, thanks me and goes off to find a quick cummer.
Zack
Acland is back in town and is co-hosting with Jon. We meet on the crosswalk between the two sections
of floor. We hug. It’s been over a year.
“You
here to fuck Dolf?”
“Sure.”
“Well,
he can take you,” he grins. “I want to see that.”
I
move behind Zack and rest my cock in the furry cleft of his ass. I slide down and eat his butt. He bends, giving me better access. I rim his hairy hole and leave it wet. I know he isn’t going to take my cock this
early in the night—so I don’t even try.
I settle for a lingering kiss—sharing the taste of his hole with him.
*****
I
watch more men arrive. They are horned
and ready for fun. A man, fully tatted
on his back, arms and the fronts of his thighs finds me. “You top, right?”
I
tell him yes.
“I’ve
seen you in action here. I’m a top
myself, but I want that thing…” and he grabs my cock “…in my ass.”
He
leads me to one of the booths. No
oral. He just bends over, squashed in
the tiny, but private space. I hunker
down, even more cramped, and tongue his hole.
He groans. “Treat me like you
would any of those whores out there.”
I
spit in his hole. I lube my cock
slightly as I rim. I stand up and poke
his pucker. It gives, with a slight
groan from Tats, and I slide halfway into him.
His chute is hot and very wet. Did
he pre-grease for me? His hole begins
squeezing down on me. I begin to think
he’s more versatile than he admitted—but just as suddenly, he’s had
enough. But not from too much cock in
his ass. He’s on the verge of cumming
and asks me not to make him spurt. I
pull out, smack his smooth, inked butt cheek and go out the door.
*****
I
am sitting in the corner of the far platform, resting from a couple of fucks. A hot young man in a designer jock comes
over. He kneels. “Let me take care of Daddy’s dick.” He sucks the cock—knowing I’ve just pulled
out of hot ebony ass. I look over and Brown_Spice
is slightly to the side, watching us and stroking. I let the boy go to town on my dick. He gives wonderful head.
“Ohhhhh…”
he groans, with my cock deep in his throat.
He pulls off and looks up at me. “Can
I sit on you?”
I
nod.
He
stands up. He holds on to my wet dick
and guides it into his tight, young hole.
His smooth cheeks settle down and grind against my overgrown pubes. “Oh, Daddy,” he sighs. “I could ride you all night.”
Designer
Jock begins to move. He does all the
work. I hold on to his hips and let him
fuck himself. Brown_Spice moves in to
work the boy’s nipples. The young man
sees that big brown cock. He bends and begins
to suck. I stand and begin to be in
charge of the fuck. The boy yelps,
letting the cock fall out of his mouth.
But it’s not pain, it is pure pleasure.
Brown_Spice kneels and takes a big dicked onlooker into his mouth. The boy takes every inch of my dick until he
finally begs me to stop.
*****
I
take a real break. Piss and fill my
water bottle. I come back and lean
against the rail. I am next to a hot,
hairy man in his 40’s wearing a ballcap.
He is being sucked by a small Asian man.
Soon the smaller guy is bent against the railing, taking Ballcap’s thick,
pierced, cock.
“You
should try this ass,” he tells me.
He
pulls out. We spend about ten minutes
sharing him—passing him back and forth between us. The Asian’s hole is getting frothier and
frothier as we are obviously churning someone’s load. Sometimes we fuck for a minute each. Sometimes it’s five strokes and pass him
back. Eventually the guy says he needs a
break. I waste no time kneeling and
licking the anonymous spunk off Ballcap’s cock.
“Let
me do that to you.” He kneels next to
me. We kiss, snowballing the little I
have left in my mouth. He wants
more.
I
stand up and let him clean my cock. “Don’t
swallow.” He gets every drop off my
dick. He stands and we kiss. Long.
Intense. We block out the noise
of the room for a millisecond and only taste the jizz in our mouths.
“Now
stick that dick in me, stud.” He leans
against the railing, right where we had the Asian. “Fuck me hard.”
I
slap his hairy cheeks with my cock. I
kneel behind him. His ass grinds into my
beard. I can’t wait to fuck this
man. I stand up and slide in. He’s tight.
“F-U-C-K!”
he grates out.
I
spit on my cock and push in farther. “Take
it,” I whisper in his ear. My tongue
goes into it for a second. “Take this
big dick…”
He
groans and I slide in. I don’t wait. I
just fuck him. He grabs onto the railing,
his knuckles growing white. “Yes…Yes…Yes…”
he chants under his breath, only audible to me.
I match my strokes to his verbal exhale.
The sound of my hips slapping his hairy ass cheeks fills our side of the
room…
(More to come…Fukd is only half
over….)
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