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…