Sex Vacation: Rough House

Toronto, Ontario—December, 2017

Toronto continued to welcome me.  The day after the late night Fukd party was Rough House.  I had been to one Rough House in the past. (You can find the first of a three part post of playing with Kevin at RH here.)  This gathering is often hosted at SteamWorks.  That is where I was the last time I attended.  This time I was going to their other location—Club 120, the same place as where Fukd met last night. 

It was an afternoon party.  I slept the sleep of the dead, but woke really refreshed.  I ate a large, late breakfast at my favorite café in the city.   I knew I wouldn’t be eating again until after play time.  I relaxed.  I made notes about the night before.  I checked my bag and refilled my lube bottle.  I tossed in a few condoms as I knew it’s a mixed event.  Soon enough it was time to walk the few blocks to the Club….

The set up is similar, but not the same.  There is only one sling on each of the upper levels.  The fuck wall is the property of Fukd, I’m told in an early conversation.  The main floor is set up with a cross and other bondage furniture.  Basically that floor is all about demos while individual play happens on the upper levels.

I change into my leathers and check my bag.  I piss, fill my water bottle (no, not from my tap) and go out to rail and watch a flogging below me.  A cute cub is on the cross and taking it like a man.  Next to me, on his knees is a man encased in a rubber suit.  He is hooded and what looks like an interior of a Fleshlight sleeve sticks out of his masked mouth.  A young guy walks up to the gimp and sticks his hard dick into the sleeve.  He tells me it feels great and says I should try it.  I follow his lead.  The sleeve is tight and I do nothing but connect with the man’s teeth once I push through the end of the sleeve.  I pat him on the shoulder and withdraw, not sure why he would want a piece of rubber to do the work his mouth should be doing…

I get better head from a mid 40’s Italian with a shaved head.  He is the only man, currently here, totally naked.  The rest of the two dozen early entrants are all in some sort of fetish gear—leather, rubber, military or just designer jocks.  He deep throats me again, effortlessly, and pulls off it—looking at my wet dick.  He wonders if I’d like to fuck.  We go to the one sling.  He gets in.  I eat his hole.  I love the hairy ass.  I stand up and he tells me he has a condom for me.  I dig out one of mine.  There is no way I’m fitting into the free ones provided to this event.  We fuck.  He loves it.  I can feel he has some muscle control, but that’s about it.  We soon go our separate ways.

The crowd has tripled why we were fucking.  I walk to the other side.  I watch the scene below me of a chubby man being bound in coil after coil of red and blue rope.  A man appears at my side.

“I don’t believe it.”  It’s Kevin.  I haven’t let him know I was coming to town in case I was too tried to attend Rough House after Fukd.  We embrace.  I tell him a little about last night as we get him into the sling.  He introduces me to a friend, who hangs out by the side of the sling, watching me get Kevin situated.  I kneel and re-acquaint myself with Kevin’s muscle butt.   He groans and tells his friend how good it feels.  I know to rubber up for this ass.  But Kevin knows he has to work harder to get me to feel the fuck through the latex.  From the moment I enter him, he is squeezing my dick, clamping down on my inches as they invade him.

I slap his ass.  He squeezes harder.  I build to chain rattling fuck.  I slow down.  I lean over to kiss him.  Kevin is a great kisser.  I stayed imbedded as deeply as I can get myself as our tongues battle it out.  When I finally stand back up, I fuck a few more strokes, but I let him go to play with the others who have arrived.

The friend stays behind.  It’s only when I catch him sizing up my hands, I really notice the red jock he’s wearing.  “Kevin says you are adept at what I like, too.”  He takes my left hand in the two of his and says “I like it hard and deep.” 

I help him into the sling.  He’s medium height, hairy with a very full, reddish goatee.  He’s likely late 40’s and keeps a red ball cap on his head at all times.  I remove my ring and tuck it in my sock.  I grease my hands.  The man relaxes and I enter him easily.  And I just keep going up him—in almost a straight line.  I am mid arm before I stop in surprise.

“Pull out and try again.  You can go deeper.”

So I do.  With only the slightest push I crawl up his ass until I am 3 inches from the elbow.   He groans his delight.  “Now punch me.”

I pull out quickly, something I would never do without direction from the man I’m fisting.  I punch.  Left, right, left.  Stopping at the wrist each time and pulling out of his anal ring with a pop.  “Go deeper with each,” he pants.

I do.  Right, left, right.

Then I crawl up his ass again to really double check I had been that deep.  The Crisco leaves a tell tale mark just below my elbow.  He wants to see it too.  He grins and says if we were playing privately, I could go deeper yet.  I nod, making a note to get his contact info and go back up him…

*****

I make a trip to the bathroom.  Again.  There is no piss play happening here today.  Or at least not when I’m around the bathrooms.

I try again and again.  No one to feed me or take mine.  I waste it again in the urinal.

*****

“Here he is.”  The young curly haired guy who told me to try the gimp at the top of the evening is leading a much taller man towards me.  “You bareback?”  he asks.

I nod.

He points to his good looking, taller, bud.  “He wants to be tag teamed.  You up for it?”

“Sure.”  The sling on the coat check side is busy with a man taking massive toys.   We head to the other one.  I let the young guy get his friend into the sling and to take the first turn on his ass.  I move to the side and work the bottom’s nipples and hairy chest.  He looks longingly at my hard cock.  He cranes around in the sling to take me into his mouth as the curly haired youth fucks him with jack rabbit strokes.

“Your turn.” 

We trade places.  The bottom hungrily cleans the young one’s cock.  I enter the wet hole.  It’s a great fuck after all the latex.  I fuck him hard.

“Change!”  The young one is calling the shots.  I obey.  I move to get my cock cleaned.

We go another two rounds—back and forth—in this hot ass.  Others watch but no one seems to want to join.  The young, curly haired guy is fucking him.  He tells me to stand behind him and work his nipples.  I do, my cock pressed against the small of his back.  “Fuck my hole while I’m fucking him.”

I don’t hesitate.  I do a slight knee bend and work my wet cock into the top’s hole. 

“Oh, fuck…” the top groans out.  “Fuck me hard.  Make me cum inside him.”

I fuck the top.  As requested.  It doesn’t take long.  He shudders his load into the bottom.

“FUCK!”

I let him come down from his orgasm before I pull out and sink to my knees.  He lets me clean his cock.  He steps aside and shoves my face into the cummy mess that’s dripping from his friend.  

“Clean him up, man.  Eat my load.”

“Give me some,” grunts the bottom—speaking for the first time.  I stand up and snowball a long strand of cum into his open mouth…

 Rough House website:  http://www.roughhouse.ca/

(Now, obviously, there were no pictures taken at Rough House.  These are Kevin from when we played at the SteamWorks Rough House--and could close the door to our room.  I am pretty sure no one minds seeing these again....)

Rough House with Kevin - Part Three

Toronto—March, 2015

This picks up maybe 10 minutes after the last post…  (Part one is here.)

“Let’s go back to the room.” 

I tug on the collar and get Kevin out of his position on all fours at the gloryhole.  He’s had a number of different cocks in his mouth, usually with my dick in his ass.  But I’m tired of the cramped quarters of this booth. 

And he hasn’t gotten any more loads.

I lead him out the door and past the curtain that encloses this hidden play area. 

Back in the room, I blindfold him with my leather blindfold once I get him in the sling. 

I settle down in front of him and bury my face in his used ass.  He squirms and moans lightly.  He has been making lube like crazy with all the dick that has been stuffed into him.  I lap it up and swallow it down.  I spit into his hole, suit up and fuck him. 

With the chains rattling, I open the door to see who might join us.

Lots of men come in to look, to stroke that amazing chest, to think they might get fucked by me—but no one is man enough to actually top the boy. 

I shut the door and fuck him harder.

*****

“We’re headed out again,” I tell Kevin as I take the blindfold off.  He blinks as his eyes meet the dim light again.  I lean down and kiss him.  Intentionally tender after the hard, animalistic fuck.

We are out the door and I lead him towards the play area in the middle of the complex.  I love the men’s eyes on us as I lead him into the dark play area.  The sling is empty.  As is the fuck bench.  We go out again and head toward the slurp ramp.  This is where the action seems to be tonight.  I consider letting him suck guys off, but decide to put him on the fuck bench in this area.  There is no one on it.  We are behind a small partition from the action at the ramp.  Guys can enter our area at either end of the bench—to feed Kevin their cock or at my end to be approved to fuck him.

I kneel and rim.  Kevin moans.  Louder now.  He wants guys to know he’s there.  I stand up and deliver a slap to his ass that resounds in the small space.  It works.  Guys are coming around the wall.  I push into Kevin’s tight butt.  I fuck hard enough for my hips to make smacking noises on his upturned butt cheeks.  He is ringed now with men.  Hands are on his back, his ass, my cock and one under me trying to heft my balls as I fuck.  A studly man—shaved head, a decent chest and lots of tats—is in Kevin’s mouth.  I finally have to push the man’s hand away from my cock—I can’t fuck properly with him feeling me up.

I slam into Kevin.

“Breed that ass,” someone says.  “Cum in that hole.”

I smirk and fuck him harder.

The stud pushes through the men to get to my end of the bench as an Asian thrusts into Kevin’s mouth.   

“You want some of this?”  I ask the tatted stud.

“Fuck yeah.  I fuck him every time I can here.”  He rips open a condom stashed in his jock and rolls it onto his spit wet dick.  I pull out and make way for the new cock.  He inserts quickly and starts a quick tempo thrusting.

Kevin pulls off the dick he’s sucking and tells the man to fuck him.  He swallows the dick back down his throat as another hard cock slaps the top of his head.  I move in behind the man fucking and reach around to play with his oversized nipples.  My slight twist makes him buck into Kevin that much harder and his ass connects with my cock on the backstroke.

I think he might blow.  But he keeps it going.  But he’s grinding against me now.

Finally he pulls out of Kevin.  The stud turns to me and kisses me roughly.  Kevin gets off the bench and it becomes a three-way kiss.

“I’d like some of that big cock,” the stud tells me.

“And you don’t need a condom with him,” Kevin whispers in my ear.

The man gets down on the bench.  I eat his ass briefly as Kevin stands next to me, kneading his cock in the black jock.  I am almost positive the stud has a load up him.  I lick and spit some of it on my dick.  I slip in.  Damn, it’s good to feel flesh on flesh.  I fuck him slowly—savoring the raw ass.  I build in tempo as Kevin bends down and licks at my left nipple.  The stud has a bystander in his mouth.

I fuck until I need to catch my breath.

Kevin hugs me.  The man stands up.

“Come back to our room?”  I ask. 

The stud agrees and we head back to the sling.

Kevin now has two dicks for his butt—and I have two holes to fuck.  We spend the rest of the night switching back and forth.

*****

It’s late.

Kevin and I are now alone, entwined on the bed.  

“Thank you for coming all this way.”

“My pleasure,” I tell him.  And I mean it.

I kiss him again and tell him he should go.

“But...” he hesitates. 

“What?”

“I haven’t sat on your face.”

My exhausted dick stirs at the thought.

Kevin kisses me again.  He stands up and straddles me, slowly lowering that magnificent ass down on my face…

Rough House with Kevin - Part Two

Toronto—March, 2015

This picks up maybe 15 minutes after the last post…

The Rubber Daddy is gone.  It’s early in the evening, he didn’t want to cum yet. 

I have removed Kevin’s blindfold, but he is still on his knees.  He looks empty without a dick in him.  He looks at me as I move back to my bag on the bed.  I rummage in it again.  I find what I want.  Kevin can hear the sound of the metal links clink together.  He looks up at me expectantly.  He grins when I show him the choke collar.  I stand in front of him.  He nuzzles my wet semi-hard that I have not bothered to put away.  I slip the collar over his neck. 

“Stay right there.

I take the picture.

“Close your eyes.” 

He does and I rummage some more.  I take out my NorthBound purchase.  I pull it over my freshly shaved head.

“Open.”

He does.  He grins again.  “That’s hot.”

I look in the mirror next to the bed.  I have to agree.  The executioner’s mask looks good.

I reach down and remove his hood.  I want everyone to see the beautiful man I’m leading around the bathhouse.  I tug him to his feet with the collar.  He gets up obediently and we tour the club. 

The slurp ramp is very busy.  But the fuck bench near it is empty.   As is the sling in the play area in the middle of the bathhouse.  Men are milling about but few are playing in public.  I deliberately walk by the two private sling rooms I know about—both are shut tight.  But I know where I want to use him.  We head to the back hallway of cubicles.

We step through the curtain into the busy, dark corridor.  Men are groping each other, not bothering to use the gloryholes or booths.  I make for the middle cubicle.  It has a plexi-glass door.  I step in and lock it behind us.  Men press against the door and watch us.  I touch Kevin’s shoulder.  He kneels.

“Get me hard again.” 

It doesn’t take much.  He is sucking me, loving that he is on display.  He deliberately pulls off my cock to show it off to the jerking guys.  I help him up, telling him to bend over.  He supports himself on the side wall.  There is just enough room for me to get behind him and eat his ass.  He groans as my tongue finds the lips of his hole.  The mask cuts down some of my peripheral vision, but not so much that I don’t see the hard cock sticking into our booth near Kevin’s head.

“Suck him.  Make him feel as good as you made me feel.”

I wait for him to get the dick in his mouth before I go back to rimming.  I fuck him with my tongue as he gives the man head.  I lick and spit, getting his hole ready for my cock.  My hands are busy getting my dick in the Magnum.  I notice Kevin has stopped sucking—the cock gone.  I stand up.

Unbidden, Kevin straightens up and points to his mouth.  I get it.  We kiss.  He snowballs me the creamy load given him by the over excited dick.   We pass it back and forth—luxuriating in the viscid quality and the quantity of the cum.  I try to let him swallow most of it, but I’m greedier than I mean to be.  My cock is rampant in the latex.  I bend him back over and enter his ass.

Kevin is braced against the wall, holding on to it with both hands.  An arm is now reaching for Kevin’s bouncing dick from the gloryhole.  I let the invisible man fondle Kevin as I plow his butt from behind.  I look at the men at the door.  They are feeling up each other now—liking what they see.  A young Asian face disappears as he kneels and starts sucking on the hard cocks outside our booth.  I look behind me.  A huge uncut beauty is poking through the hole on my wall.  It takes some maneuvering in the tight space, but I move Kevin around so he can suck it—without ever taking my dick from his ass.

Kevin groans as my fucking forces him deeper on the uncut cock.  Fuck.  This is exactly the moment for which we both came to Rough House…

The cock has withdrawn.  Kevin refocuses all of his skills on milking my dick with his hole.

A muscular guy in his 40’s appears outside our door.  His head is shaved, he’s in a neoprene jock and harness.  The beautiful uncut cock is just visible.  It’s the man from the glory hole.  I pull out of Kevin and let him in our cubicle.

It’s tight.  But the three of us just fit—especially as Kevin has gotten to his knees unbidden.

He’s back to sucking one dick and jerking the other.  I kiss the new arrival.  We fight to see whose tongue can reach the farthest down the throat of the other.

“Do you want to fuck him?”

“Yeah.”  Kevin puts the condom on the guy’s wet dick as I step aside.  I have to flatten myself against the wall to get out of the way, but we make it work.  I hold on to Kevin.  His muscled arms are gripping me around my chest, as the new man works his cock into the proffered ass. 

“You got him nice and open,” the new top tells me as he enters Kevin.  I watch the man’s face—as I stroke Kevin’s head.  I can tell just what he’s feeling as he fucks.  I ignore the dicks being pushed into the room from either side.  At one point, I help push Kevin repeatedly back on the man’s dick to match his thrusts.

“Oh, shit…”  Kevin pulls off him and somehow manages to kneel.  The man jerks the condom off as the first shot covers Kevin’s face.  The rest is delivered straight down Kevin’s throat.  The man thanks us and leaves. 

I lock the door.  I kneel next to Kevin.  He is just in the act of wiping the jizz off his face.  I stop him.  My tongue cleans the man’s load off him.  And Kevin cleans my tongue.   When there is no evidence of any cum left on his face, we kiss.  Lips tight, tongues idly playing with the other.  A kiss that starts tenderly, but within moments my cock is demanding I pay attention to it.

“Suck him,” I tell my boy for the night, pointing to the tiny cock poking through the wall.  “I want to fuck you again.”

Kevin scrambles over and takes all of the dick into his mouth with his hairy ass in the air, while I lube up my dripping cock…

One more segment to come…

This picture was taken later in the month--but here is the new mask.

Rough House with Kevin - Part One

Toronto—March, 2015

It was a leisurely morning to get up and out of London and on to Toronto.  I took my time, making frequent stops along 401 and 403:   Mid-morning coffee, a piss break and an early lunch.  Each time, I would log on to Recon and send Kevin a progress report.  I was winding him up.  And I knew it.

I got to town.  I went to NorthBound Leather.  I wanted something very specific for Rough House.  I hate shopping—I don’t have that particular gay gene.  When I know what I want, I can rarely find it.  But I did.  And it fit.  The guy waiting on me looked at me long and hard (and at the bulge in the 501’s) and nodded his approval before asking if I was headed to Rough House.  I said I was.

“Knock ‘em dead, stud,” he told me as he slipped the purchase into the ubiquitous black shopping bag of all leather stores.

It’s crowded.  There is not a room to be had.  I have checked in before the 5pm start time.  I want to shower and change into my gear.  It would be so much easier to get dressed in a room.  I manage to fit my bag full of leathers and toys into the locker and the moment I turn for the showers, I see my number flashing on the monitor.  I now have a room.  I pull it all out and go back to registration. 

I shower.  I get into my chaps, pulling the laces tight behind me.  My harness goes on and then the combat boots.  I make sure I have the things in my bag I want to use with Kevin.  I tuck the new purchase on top and go off to find him.  He’s told me he would come early, clean up and be sure to get a sling room.  I have told him he could have the door to his room open.  He could talk to the milling men, but he could not play until I got there.

I head to the best sling room in the complex—the room he had the time we met.  The door is shut, but the one next to it is open.  And there he is.  Our eyes meet.  He tells a younger man he’s been talking with to check back later and gets him out of the doorway.  I step in the room.

Kevin kneels.  Head down.  Arms go behind his back, wrists clasped.  I toss the bag on the bed and close the door.  I stand in front of him.  My full jock strap brushes the hair on his head.  He shivers.  I pull his chin up.  He is sure I am going to order him to suck my cock.  But I just stare into his face.  Memorizing it.

My hands hook into his armpits and I pull him up.  We kiss.  Deeply.  His mouth yields to my probing tongue.  He makes a small sound at the back of his throat. 

The sound of surrender.

I pull out of the kiss.  “Let’s get these on you.”  I move to my bag.  Out come the restraints:  a pair for his wrists and a pair for his ankles.  I sit on the bed.  Kevin kneels in front of me.  I fasten the leather band around his right wrist first. The back of his hand rests on the mound of cock flesh in the pouch of my jock.  “Now the other.”  I repeat the process with Kevin’s left hand.  “Now stand up.”  He does and the ankles get their restraints. 

The sling hangs down right in front of the foot of the bed.  This room is much more crowded than the good one.  I move Kevin around until he is standing at the business end of the sling.  I clip his hands high on the sling chains so he is spread eagled as if on a cross.  I take my home made spreader bar and clip his ankles apart so he can’t bring his legs together.  I go back into the bag.  I hood him with a hood that has an open mouth and eye holes.  I watch his handsome face disappear.  I slip the choke collar over his head.

Now I bind his eyes shut with the yellow bandanna.  I don’t want him to know where my hands and tongue will be.  I work his nipples—one with my hand, the other with my tongue and teeth—grazing the flesh lightly.   He shivers again and his cock pokes out of his jock.

I surprise him by licking at it.  I am rewarded with a large dollop of precum on my tongue.  “Taste yourself.”  I stand up and kiss him again.  He sucks my tongue hungrily.  I unclip him and help turn him around so he is facing the sling.  He shuffles clumsily with the spreader bar still in place.  The hands are clipped back in place, but slightly lower so he can really arch his back.

I kneel behind him.  The ass I’ve driven all this way for is right in front of me.  I can feel the heat from the exposed crack.  My tongue lashes out.  I pull his hairy cheeks apart and spit and slobber all around his hole.

I am poking my tongue as deeply as I can into him.  My hands are busy suiting up.  I smear extra lube on my cock.  I stand up.  My head pushes into him.  It’s all I can do to stay still and let him adjust to me.  When I feel his chute relax, I inch in.  I want him to remember just how big I am. 

“Fuck…” he whispers.  “Fuck, yes…”

“Is this the cock you wanted?”

“Yes, Sir.”

And with his response, he relaxes and my bush grinds against his ass cheeks.

Home.

I hold.

And then I fuck.  Hard.  Loud.  Ass slapping.  Groans from the two of us.  I open the door without his knowledge.  Four or five guys crowd in the frame to watch us fuck.  I pick out a rubber daddy and gesture for him to work Kevin’s nipples.  Kevin lets out a gasp as a second pair of hands is suddenly on him.  The man strokes and pinches Kevin’s nipples.  His hands never stop.  They go from his chest up to his face, around his ears and back down to where they began.  I notice that the Daddy’s cock swells and distorts the cod piece he’s wearing.

I fuck until I’m concerned about Kevin’s arms hanging for too long in one place.  I move around  and whisper in the Daddy’s ear to get his cock out.  I un-clip Kevin and help him kneel in front of the Daddy.  His masked, blindfolded face is suddenly filled with the man’s dick. 

“Suck him.  Thank him for helping.”

Kevin sucks willingly and takes the above average cock deep in his throat.  I move and stand next to the man, stripping off the Magnum.   I slap my cock against Kevin’s cheek.  He swallows me. 

“Go back and forth,” I tell him.  “Get them good and wet.”  He does.  I turn to the Daddy.  We begin to kiss as the boy goes blindly back and forth between our dicks…

More to come…

The Man in the Shadowy Corridor

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