Fukdto: Getting Started

 Toronto—March, 2020

“Are you sure they are even going to be open?”

I am sitting in my car at the customs terminal, having just crossed the Blue Water Bridge on Saturday, March 14.  I have told the rather hunky man in uniform that I am headed to a private viewing in downtown Toronto.  An art viewing is implied, but never stated.  I tell the man that there was an email on Friday stating that things were going ahead.  And indeed I had received an email with the jubilant headline “Dolf Has Landed!”  I had also sent the organizer of Fukdto a private email before I got on the road.  Everything was still a go.

He listens, still skeptical.  Then:

“Well, off you go.  Drive carefully.”

I take off and get into town easily, quite a few hours before the event’s start time at 10pm.  I eat and nap in my hotel room—and check in online with a number of my friends who are planning on attending. 

By 9:30pm I pack my leather and walk over.  I walk up the steep stairs right as the space opens.  I am the only person there.  The set up looks much the same. The maze of plastic sheeting is up.  As I pay my admission, I wonder what play equipment is hidden in it this time.  There is a sling by the bar.  I go up to the smaller, open upstairs areas and sit so I can look down into the maze.  It is dark—but a few people are running around, getting out things like the free cum towels or putting rolls of paper towels by the play stations.  There are more slings set up in these two upper areas.  I get into my leathers slowly.  By the time I check my bag more men have begun to arrive.

I stand, alone in the smaller upper area and look down into the maze.  I can’t see much of anything.  There are two men on the opposite area kissing.  Both are in designer jocks and boots.  I watch as the kiss breaks off and one man goes to his knees.  I knead my stained jock pouch.  My cock plumps.

“May I do that for you, Sir?”

I start.  I hadn’t seen anyone come over here.  Maybe he’s been here the entire time, sitting in the shadows.  I grunt assent.  He kneels and reverently frees my cock from the jock.  The man is very young. And gives excellent head.  He is taking me to the root now.  Making himself gag and pulling off me, grabbing some air and going right back down to the base of my dick.  I hold him down there this time.  He gags—and I let go.  He rocks back onto his heels and gasps for air.  “Damn, I love that…” he rasps out.  I pull him up.  I normally would kiss him…but settle for a hug.  He is hot.  Dark hair on his head and wisps of it on his chest…and a forest of dark hair on his legs. My hands drop to his ass cheeks.  They are as hairy as his legs.  His skin tone is olive.  He can’t be over 27.

He grins and drops back down to his knees to suck me some more.  Lots of tongue everywhere, including my fat, hairy balls.  Then he deep throats me.  He comes up for air, almost laughing.  And my cock is covered in his deep throat spittle.

He stands up.  I turn him so he can lean on the railing, looking out over the club.  I kneel and begin working my tongue between those hairy cheeks—all while stroking my spit covered dick.  He groans.  “Eat my ass, daddy...” 

I grunt my pleasure and drill into his tight sphincter with my pointed tongue.  He groans again.  Louder.  “You like that hairy ass…?”

I show him how much by standing up and rubbing my dripping cock on his hole.  He reaches back and stokes my dick—but doesn’t let it into his ass.  He jerks me for another moment and then turns.  “I really want this big dick in my ass.  But I need to check myself.”  He kisses me on the cheek and heads towards the restrooms.  I wonder if I’ll see him again.

Things have progressed on the upper area across from me.  The two men have been joined by others.  I head over.  A hot man is in one of the slings.  A top I recognize from here is eating out his ass.  I pull out my dick and put it in the hot man’s mouth.  The top looks up from his rimming, recognizes me and nods a welcome.  The angle isn’t great for head, but the scene is hot.  Soon enough the top stands and slaps his short, thick cock on the man’s jock mound.  He then plows into the man.  “Fuck!” the man moan’s around my dick.

The sling moves in the fuck rhythm of the top.  He bangs into the hot guy two dozen times and then kneels again to eat the hole he just fucked.  Still on his knees he waves me over.  I move towards him and he has an extended moment of sucking my cock and spitting my precum into the hot guy’s open hole.  Again and again.

“Fuck him,” says the top, standing up.  I kneel automatically to taste the hole I am about to fuck.  And I have a covid inspired moment of ‘I’m about to lick this guy’s spit’…but it’s only a moment.  I’m here—I’m playing and the hell with it.

I rim the man.  He is already awash with his own ass juices and the top’s saliva.  I love the taste.  It makes my cock drool even more.  I stand up. And insert myself into him.

The other top has moved to the hot guy’s mouth.  The hot guy is obviously enjoying his own ass juices on the top’s cock.  He slurps loudly as I fuck him.

“I pre-loaded him before we came,” the top tells me.  “He has three frozen loads in that hot mancunt.” 

No wonder his ass feels so great.  I am tapped on the shoulder by a very tall African.  I pull out and let him take a turn—moving up to replace the first top for a cock cleaning.  Another man joins us and tweaks the nipples of the man in the sling.  I let a fifth man take my place in the bottom’s mouth.  I kneel and watch the long, but thin, black dick go into the bottom. When he notices I’m down there, the African pulls out and shoves his cock in my mouth.  “That what you want?”

I answer by cleaning him thoroughly.  He pulls roughly out of my mouth and plunges back into the dripping, frothing hole.  “Kiss me,” the African instructs.

I stand up and kiss him, letting him taste the man’s juicy ass on my tongue.  The African groans.  And shoots his first load of the night…

The original top and I take turn’s felching…

*

I drink a long swig from my water bottle to clean my palette.  I head down to the maze.  The crowd has really grown—there must be over 50 people now.  And I want to see if Dolf is in evidence yet.  I move through the twist and turns of the maze.  I notice the glory-hole-for-ass wall is up—though no one is at it yet.  I find a sling hidden in the spaces created by the plastic sheeting.  A man my age is getting railed in it.  I move on to the back corner where I hear a man grunting out his pleasure.  I turn a corner and find the source of the noise.  My hairy legged cocksucker is bent over a block getting fucked.  The top, also in his 20’s, sees me, nods and shows off with how hard he can drill the young man in front of him.  He pulls out, slaps his hand on the hairy butt and leaves.  I sink to my knees and eat the freshly fucked hole.

“Fuck, it’s you, daddy,” the young man croons.  My ego is stroked that he recognizes my tongue work in his hole.  “I want your cock so bad…”

I ignore him and continue to tongue fuck him.  Only when I have had enough, do I stand up and sink into him for the first time.

“Fucccck.”  He croons.  “You are even bigger back there.”

I slap his up turned cheek and fuck his hairy ass hard.  When I pull out, the boy spins around to clean my cock.  This time we kiss.  He’s good doing this, too.  When we finally break he bends back over the block, reaches behind him and guides my cock back into his hole.

We fuck a long time.  One man finds us and stops to stroke.  I offer him the hot, hairy ass but he decides to feed his dick to the boy’s mouth.  The kid groans as he suddenly has two cocks in him at once.  It makes me fuck harder to watch his hunger for the other guy.

I offer his ass once again to the newcomer, but he just smiles and takes off.  I pull out of the boy.  Again he cleans me—totally turned on by his ass juices.  We chat for a moment.  He’s Alexandros.    He pulls me closer and whispers in my ear, over the DJ-ed dance music:  “And I am here for you all night.  Anything you want…”

I thank him and tell him to go get some loads in his butt–and then find me.  He happily goes off into the maze.

I go the opposite direction.  I turn a corner and there he is—all six foot four of him.  Dolf.  He has his hand on a young guy’s cock—who pats Dolf’s ass and moves off.  Dolf turns in my direction.  His eyes first go to my wet, swollen dick that can’t possibly fit back in my jock, before his eyes come up to my face.  I smile and nod.

I see the light bulb go off.  “I know you.  Chicago,”

I smile.  How could I not be pleased?

Dolf envelops me in a huge bear hug.  “And you have the perfect cock to get me opened up for tonight…”

(More to come…)