Being 'Dirty' at Fukd

Toronto—September, 2019

As it turned out, Brown_Spice decided not to go.  I packed up my leather gear and arrived downtown in no time.  It took me a moment to find parking, but I was able to walk up the stairs to the Club minutes after the 4:00 pm start time…

I pull out my Frequent Fucker card for the attendant to stamp.  It’s full.  I surrender it and he gives me my fifteen dollars back.  Always a good sign.  He asks to stamp my hand instead.  I give him my left.  He stamps “Dirty” on it.  I tell him I will do my best to live up to it. 

I go up a level to get into my leathers.  The set up hasn’t changed too much in the time I’ve been away.  There are two slings on the upper level where I’m stripping.  On the other side, where there are three tiny booths, there is also one sling and a block to bend someone over which is right next to the door to the DJ booth.  The plastic sheeting hangs from the ceiling, creating a maze on the floor below us—right at the main entrance door.  There is a sling by the bar on that level—and another block or two for fucking.  Once dressed in chaps and harness with yellow jock, I check my bag at the coat check.  I can’t wait to explore the maze and see what additional equipment is hidden in there.

I move through the plastic sheeting.  I find a sling which is empty.  Next to the stage is a big block for fucking.  The Fuck Wall is set up on the stage—two gloryholes in which to lie back and expose just your ass for the crowd.  No one is in there yet…but there are only about six of us in the club at this moment.  I check the other side of the maze.  A block by the stage, then an empty sling.  Another block is occupied.  A man of about my age reclines, wearing a jock and boots.  He is jacking a sizeable cock.

Our eyes connect.  Instantly he raises his legs, exposing a muscle butt.  I walk over.  Without a word, I kneel and begin eating his ass.  He groans out:  “Eat that hole…”  I tongue fuck him, hard and fast.  He’s tight.  My cock has stood up from the moment I tasted him.  I stand and slap his balls in the pouch with my engorged dick.  “Fuck, you’re even bigger than I thought,” he hisses before opening his poppers.  I let him re-cap it before I push in.  The poppers do their work—his tight hole opens and swallows me down.  I hold for a millisecond before beginning the fuck.  The man groans again and tells me to fuck him hard.  I do.

I fuck him until he can’t hold his legs up any longer.  He flips, so his chest is on the block and feet on the floor.  I surprise him by rimming him again.  His ass has juiced itself nicely.  I tell him so.  He whimpers around his popper bottle.  I stand up and fuck him.  My cock is now coated with his ass jizz.  I pull out and make him taste it.  He does so, calling me a dirty top, but relishing the taste of his hole.  I go back and fuck him some more.

Finally, he begs me to stop or he’ll shoot.  I pull out.  He slides off the box, cleans my cock and then stands to kiss me.  I get a mouthful of his ass cum.  We share it…but I swallow.  He thanks me—telling me it’s the only time he’ll be fucked all night—he intends to top from this point on.  I grin…but damned if we don’t share hole a number times in the next three hours…

*****

I go out of the maze.  The crowd has exploded.  There are now easily 40 men and the main door keeps opening.  I walk up the stairs to the slings where I changed.  A very clean cut man is fucking a hot bearded boy.  The twenty-something beckons me over—he wants something in his mouth while he’s getting railed.  I give it to him, enjoying the feel of his beard on my balls.  He grunts his appreciation.  The top man fucks harder.  I think he might be shooting…and we are only 30 minutes or so into the party.  He pulls out and moves away, but I see that his dick is covered in latex. I look at the kid, my eyebrow raised.

“Fuck me raw.  That was for him, not me.”

I skip rimming him as I don’t want to taste latex.  I just push in and give the young man his first of countless raw fucks of the night.

*****

All the slings are now busy and there are crowds of men all around them, sucking cock or just bent over taking it.  I go back to the maze.  I watch a young man in the sling.  He literally has a line waiting to get into him—the dream of so many bottoms.  I don’t want to wait, so I move to the block next to the stage.  A hot top is fucking a really handsome man bent over the block, while a smaller guy feeds his dick to the guy getting fucked.  The top sizes me up—and is clearly running this scene.

“Fuck my boy.”

I am not clear which that is—until the man getting sucked pulls out and bends over, leaning on the back of the really handsome guy.  I eat the man’s hole and plunge in.  His ass is wet, hot and clingy.  A hot fuck.  The guy I’m plowing nods to the Hot Top, telling him I’m good.

“You want to sample this ass?”  He points to the really handsome man.  I nod and we change.  The boy cleans my dick as I pull out and the Top’s PA-ed one before it goes in him.  I eat the butt of the handsome guy.  He groans as my tongue soothes his thoroughly fucked hole.  I stand and slide in.  His ass is incredibly responsive.  He clamps, he loosens, he works my dick with seeming ease as I fuck him.  He is a man who knows how to make a cock give up its load.

“Switch!” commands the Top. 

We change again.  This time I clean the Top’s cock.  He is surprised but pleased.

The next time we switch the Top orders me to clean his cock.  And then makes me beg for it.  I go along with his little mind game…after all he’s sharing really great ass with me.

We fuck until the Handsome Man needs to break.  He gets up and I see his Fukd jock for the first time and realize he must be the host for tonight. 

*****

I take a brief break and go piss.  The bathroom is crowded but with guys washing up—not for piss action.  I go back to the maze.  I find a younger man on the block where I first fucked the top.  “I love daddy dick,” he tells me.  He bends over, chest to block.  I eat his hole.  He’s been busy.  He has at least one load oozing out of him.  I lap it up and dig for more. 

I stand up and fuck.  The first thing I see is the Daddy who was my first fuck.  He watches us—his cock straining.  I nod to the boy’s mouth—he takes the hint and gives the boy his dick.  I kiss the Daddy, his tongue is everywhere in my mouth.

He pulls out of the kiss and whispers “I see you ate my load out of him.”

I smirk and nod and kiss him again.

We change up on the kid, switching holes.  The kid is not as good with his mouth, but it’s still hot.  I kiss the Daddy again.  And he shoots.  The kid groans around my dick and clamps down on the dick unloading in his hole.  The daddy is writhing with his second cum.  When he pulls out—I am there to clean him up.  We kiss again—and he thanks me for making it a perfect Fukd for him.

I turn to the kid.  A hunky, 30-ish Black guy in a blue harness is eating the load out of the kid.  He stands up and slides into him.  He grins at me.  We exchange a cummy kiss, too.  And go about truly wrecking this kid’s hole.  The new guy’s cock is the exact same length and girth as mine.  We are the perfect matched set in black and white.

We fuck the kid bent over.

We fuck the kid with his legs in the air—the other one holding them back for the fucker of the moment.

Then the kid rides us with us flat on the box, our cocks jutting into the air.

When he is riding me for the second time, the kid is pushed forward so we are chest to chest.  And the black cock slides in along mine.  For just a second…but long enough for the kid to realize he is being DP-ed…and to shoot a load on my chest without ever getting hard.

The kid pleads to stop.  He dismounts, barely able to walk.  My new fuck bud leans over and licks up the jizz on my chest—snowballing it to me in hot, sweet kisses.

******

I am playing on the edge of the stage.  Two guys are taking turns sucking me.  I am watching the fuck wall—no one has used it yet.

“Do you fuck with this?” the hairier of the two on my dick asks. 

“Of course.”  I nod towards the wall.  “Feel like showing off?”

“Yeah!”

I help him slide on the plank so his upper body is hidden by the wall.  I get his legs up into the stirrups.  His hairy ass is now on display.  I kneel and rim him.  I hear poppers open.   I eat him out and then give him a brisk fuck.  

We attract a crowd.  Another top leads the Host to the other hole and installs him.  I keep fucking my Cub as the Host is plowed by this older top.  Hard cocks are all around, beating off as they watch us fuck.

“You want someone else’s dick?” I ask.

“Fuck, yeah!”

I pull out and the closest guy goes in.  This catches the eye of the other Top.  His erection is flagging.  He pulls out and offers me the Host’s ass.  Watching me fuck this hot ass stiffens him right back up. 

“Fuck, that has to be the guy in leather,” groans the Host, hidden by the wall.  I slap his ass in answer.

The older top and I take turns now on the host, as the cub is on dick number three and four.

The older top suddenly shoots.  He pulls out abruptly and won’t let me clean him up.

I settle for eating the load out of the host…

*****

It’s time to go home. 

I have fucked the host once more—finally in a sling. 

I have let countless men suck my dick. 

I have fucked in every sling available.  And used most of the blocks.

The crowd is thinning.  I really want to breed the host. 

I find him by the bar.  “You want my load?”

He grins and leads the way to the sling on the DJ side.  It’s busy.  I just bend him over the box.  “I really need this,” I tell him.

“You fucked so many guys,” he pants, looking over his shoulder as I eat out his thoroughly fucked hole.  “Just as many as I had in me, I bet.”

“Why you need my load…”

I stand up.  I slide in.  “Milk it.  Show me how good you are with that ass…”

He does.  We are both working for the ultimate payoff.

I shoot.  Over and over.  He takes it all.

I marinate in his ass until I have to kiss him.  He dives for my dripping cock first.  He cleans me.  

And comes up for the best kiss of the night…

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Brown_Spice

Toronto—September, 2019

The next morning I crossed the bridge into Canada.  I saw four really good productions at the festival with no real thought of having sex on those days.  (Though I did see a fellow audience member with whom I had had a hot WS scene with years ago.  He did not show any signs of recognition at all.)  By the end of the week, I went on to Toronto, beating the traffic by getting into town before rush hour.  My host, as he’d been for my last few visits, was Ashok, who greeted me warmly as I got out of my car in front of his apartment.  We chatted.  I settled in.  I napped after he went to work.

The main event on my calendar was Fukdto on Sunday.

I had made only one other potential meet.  That one didn’t happen.  He bowed out gracefully when he learned he needed to go the clinic as he’d been exposed to chlamydia. I thought about going to the bathhouse instead, but it felt like it would be too similar to Fukdto…so I stayed home.

On Sunday morning, clad in only my hooded, grey bathrobe, I caught up with Ashok (or as he chose to be called on here, Brown_Spice).  He made tea—a hearty black tea laced with strong spices.  As we sipped, he told me about his latest conquest.  His cock erected in the telling.

Of course, I took him it in my mouth—swallowing him deep into my throat.  Then I leaned back and he did the same for me.  I let him suck me as far down as he could go.  I encouraged him to not forget my balls.  He remembered my sweet spot—working his tongue between my balls and my black metal cockring.  My cock began to really drip.  This seemed to make him try harder to deep throat me to the root.

“I need to eat your ass.”

I had him lean against the back of the couch as I slipped down to kneel on the floor.

I buried my face in his ass crack.  He smelled of ginger.  I licked and lapped and drilled my tongue deep into his hole.

I pulled his hard cock back.  It was held in place by his backless briefs.  Now I could lick the cockhead and his hole.  Back and forth.  Getting his precum into his pucker.

I asked if he would sit on my face.  I got back on the couch and he ground that hot ass onto my face.  I stopped stroking and just concentrated on fucking him with my tongue.  Over and over as he groaned out his pleasure.

When his legs tired, we both reached for our tea.  We knew we weren’t trying for orgasm.  Fukdto was that afternoon.  I asked Brown_Spice if he’d go with me.  I wanted more of him.  He said he’d think about it…

A (not very funny) Comedy of Errors

Upstate New York—September, 2019

After finding really no one at the bookstore, I drove to Rochester through blinding rain.  It was coming down so hard I would have pulled off on the shoulder—if there had been one.  The worst of the storm hit right as I entered a construction zone where there was just a single lane of traffic and nowhere else to go.  I finally made it to my hotel and checked in.

And I was horned.  I knew Rochester had a bathhouse—one which I’d never visited.  I also knew it was a Monday night.  I vacillated.  I decided with my dick.  Surely there would be a couple of people there to play with…

It is a small building, right downtown.  I go in and the cute attendant happily checks me in.  I shuck my clothes in a locker and meander.  There seems to be one man watching Entertainment Tonight in the lounge.  He barely glances at me.

I find a porn room, so I sit and watch. 

I wander some more.  Lots of little rooms.  All closed up. 

Eventually, I find a stairway.  More rooms up here.  But also a playspace.  Glory holes.  Porn.   A sling.  I sit and view the porn.  An older gentleman, wrapped in a towel, finds me.  Stroking.  He gives me some excellent head.  He says he would like to get fucked in the sling.  He drops his towel.  I am willing to over look his pink lace panties for a fuck.  I help him into the sling.  I mention clean out.  He assures me he has…and at that moment all the excess water he left inside himself flows out and across his towel.  He is mortified and, not surprisingly, I never see him again.

I wait thirty minutes.

A man who looks like a truck driver appears.  He sits next to me and strokes to the porn along with me.

“That’s quite a cock,” he says.  “Can I suck it?”

“Sure.”

He unwraps a condom and tries to roll it down me.  He has it the wrong way around.  He goes to find another.  He does the same thing.  Then a third…It goes on and it is so tight…

He sucks me.  But honestly I can feel nothing. 

He stops.  He won’t let me do him….even with a condom on.

We go to the steam room.  We chat about my trip—and where I am going.  (To a theatre festival and then on into Toronto for Fukdto.)

Then apropos of nothing he says:  “If you are waiting for me to suck you again, that isn’t going to happen.”

We chat a little more before I beat a retreat and stroke one off in my motel room.

Revisiting the Site of "Fuck the Competition"

Upstate New York—September, 2019

I had to go on a brief business trip at the end of my longer than usual busy summer.  I needed to go to upstate New York.  I had worked there for a few weeks five years ago.  I remembered an incredibly hot adult movie theatre scene I experienced during my previous time there.  I really wanted to go back and see if I could get into trouble like that again.

I did the business side of things and went off to this once grand cinema.  There were two screens there, both showing straight porn.  A wall down the middle cut the old theatre in half.  The attendant who sold me the ticket was still bored and rather surly. 

Five years ago, when I entered the auditorium, there were likely a dozen men milling around, barely watching the movie.  This year, there was one man standing at the back and one seated.  The standing guy left the moment I entered.  I went down the aisle, in the dim light, past the seated man.  I watched the rather old, condomed porn, stroking half heartedly.  Finally the older man, the one who’d been seated, found me.  He leaned over, grabbed the base of my erect cock in a death grip and bent to get the head in his mouth. 

I yelped. 

It hurt. A lot.

He looked surprised.

I asked him to let go of the base if he was going to suck it.

He licked it twice and flounced out of the cinema.

I sat, all alone, for maybe 30 minutes.

No one was around.  On either side it seemed.

I got up and drove to my hotel in pouring rain.

*****

But—since I have so many new readers, I encourage you to read the original piece from 2014.  You will understand was I so eager to go back. 

Click here for Fuck the Competition. 

The Man with the Dog Tags at the Orgy

Grand Rapids—September, 2019

I was so ready.  I couldn’t wait to have some group play with the like minded men who gather to the north of me.  I know I have to make it a slightly shorter event, as I need to leave on a business trip in the morning.  This time I was requested to bring my rimseat as the host had a sling already in place. 

I arrived in good time to get it set up.  The leather covered bed is still the focal point of the play space.  The rimseat went over to the side.  The new (to me) sling hung from the rafters where I used to set up mine.  I went downstairs and socialized with a few other men who got there before the appointed hour.  A nine o’clock I began to unbutton my shirt…

Four of us go upstairs at the top of the evening.  I stand to the side of the bed.  A bearish newbie kneels and begins to get me hard.  He proves to be a bit toothy, a slight surprise, as he turns out to be an oral-only guy.  My eyes are riveted on a new top who has grabbed a leatherish bottom in a blue jock and is tongue fucking, really pushing his handsome face deep into the spread cheeks of the bottom.  I push my cocksucker down to my balls at the same moment the top goes from rimming to fucking.  Now I can really see the new top.  He has lots of blond hair on a pumped up chest—but one that looks like it is from hard work not the gym.  He has a long, thin cock that is spearing into the wet ass in front of him.  When he finally pulls it out, I see that he has a good seven + inches.  He also wears a set of dog tags.  They are real.  They bounce and clank as he fucks.  He pulls out.  I pull away from my sucker and kneel to clean his dick.  He is sort of surprised, but pleased.

There are now eleven of us in the room.  Everyone is having sex somehow.  Lots of oral this early in the proceedings, but two other men join the bottom on the bed.  Dog Tags moves to a new hole—and I want to fuck the hole Dog Tags was just in.  The only other all top man here tonight, goes up the third guy.  We spend the next 15 minutes fucking the ass in front of us and then rotating to the next one, so all three bottoms get a chance to feel all three of us inside their increasingly wet holes.

I grab my last ass—a great versatile guy I haven’t seen in almost a year.  We hug and I suggest he sit on the rimseat.  I crawl under and he plops down on it—the seat nicely spreading his hole—that has already had three cocks in it.  My lips and tongue devour him as he strokes.  I can tell the Oral Only guy is on my dick.  My lying down seems to be a better angle for him—or his skills have improved.  I hear the man above me open his poppers.  His butt hole flowers totally open.  I lick and suck his ass lips and pant whenever his ass lube drips onto my tongue.  He sighs and takes another hit…

****

I finish a fuck—once again opposite Dog Tags.  My man has rolled away, pleading for a break.  I watch the other top still plowing into our host.  I move around behind him.  I am hoping to lick his ass on the back stroke.  My tongue connects.  He loves it.  He calls me a “Dirty fucker” and grinds his hairy ass in my face.  And keeps fucking until the bottom pulls away and spins to clean the dick that was plowing him. 

Now it’s just us.  Dog Tags tells me to stay on the floor, but lean against the bed.  I do, so my head is on slight angle, resting on the top of the mattress.  He turns and steps astride me and lowers his ass to my face.  He grinds and is quite vocal in calling me more names.  Even more so after someone hands him a bottle of poppers.  He suddenly stands up.  “Now you have to fuck me.”

Huh?  I can’t believe my good fortune.  I had no idea he is versatile—he’s been plowing every available ass all evening.  We go to the sling.  It takes me a moment to get into him—but eventually all my saliva and some coconut oil helps me slide in.  I give him a pounding to remember me by…

*****

A regular wants a turn under the rimseat eating my hole.  I’ve been busy.  I have been in every man who takes dick in his ass.  I can use a break.  And the view is great.  A big dicked, grey haired vers guy is plowing the man whose hole I ate on the rimseat earlier.  They are right next to us.  I have a great view to watch and stroke to as my ass is at first tentatively licked and is soon being expertly tongue fucked. 

I watch the fuck.  I take a hit of poppers. The big dick pulls out of him.  “Here,” I tell him.  “Let me clean it.”  I do just that, savoring the ass juices (and I think someone’s load) on his dick.  All while my hole is being pleasured.  My cleaning reinvigorates the top—and he goes right back into the hole he left.  He fucks it hard—then brings his cock back to me for more service.

“I want some of that,” says Dog Tags.  He takes over fucking.  He plows my friend, then pulls out and presents me with his cock.  “Taste his ass,” he grunts.  “Clean my damn dick.  Every drop.”

I do my best.  He rips it out of my mouth and shoves it back into the turned up ass.  “Fuck,” he grunts.  He gives him a few strokes and then it’s back to me.  “Open your mouth, fucker.”  I do.  “Take this cock right from his ass.  Just like you want it.”  He now fucks my face.  Hard.  I just take it.  I am suddenly really being used at both ends.  A tongue that keeps going deep in my hole and a wet cock fucking deep into my throat.

He goes back into the hole a third time.  He fucks him harder yet, slapping his ass.  He brings it to me.  I look up at him.  He takes the bottle of poppers from my hand.  He does a hit, then holds it under my nose.  He leers at me and shoves his dripping cock into my mouth…

*****

I need to get home so I have some rest before I leave in the morning.  I find Dog Tags.  I put my mouth to his ear:  “You want my load?”

“Are you kidding?”

We use the end of the bed where we first played.  I eat his hole once more with him on all fours.  I fuck.  Our host comes over to watch.  Soon he’s feeding Dog Tags his cock.

But I want to see his face when I cum.  I pull out and tell him to flip on his back.  His legs instantly go to my shoulders and I lean close to his face.  It won’t be long now.  We kiss for the first time.  It’s electric.  My cock throbs.  His eyes widen.  “Yeah, I get bigger just before…”  I can’t finish the sentence.  My dick explodes.  I shoot my three day load into him. He holds on to me and just lets the orgasm keep going.  He milks me expertly.  Each squeeze gives him more.

We kiss again.

Finally I have to pull out.  My semi-hard plops out.  The host is there to lick up the trickle of cum.  Then he demands I stick my still dripping dick into his hole. I manage.  Just.  Coating his ass canal with some cum and ass juice…

My cock just waking up...