New Year's Eve: Wel-cum to Ontario, Part V

Toronto—December, 2019

I went to Spa Excess for New Year’s Eve.  It was the same venue I went to last year.  I don’t think there were as many playful guys around this year.  I felt like more men were there for the roast turkey buffet than for sex.  But I still had a great time.  And how better to ring in 2020 than in some man’s ass?

I stayed, mostly, in the third floor play area.  There is a sling, a fuck bench and a room with a glass wall where you can watch men in the shower.  There is a slurp ramp to save cocksucker’s knees and lots of dark corners and booths for a modicum of privacy.  And there is a cage, three steps higher than the floor, where I often stand and let passersby suck on my cock sticking through the bars.

I had told two gentlemen, both new to me, where I would be that night.  I was curious to find them…

I stow my clothes in my locker.  I get into my leathers.  I walk through the play area.   It is just around 9 o’clock and not many men are there yet.  There are a few rooms on this floor, so I walk the hall.  A big beefy man, with tats and a hairy chest is hanging out by his door.  He’s one of the men with who I chatted earlier in the day.  He nods.  I nod and follow him in, shutting the door.

Before it latches, he is digging in his bag.  “Do you PNP?”

“No.”

“But you’re ok if I do?”

“No,” I say and start to open the door.

He slams it shut.  “Ok, I’ll just do poppers.”  He sinks to his knees.  He sucks me—some.  It is much more about his nose to the popper bottle.  Constantly.  To the point I don’t’ dare move or I’ll make him splash some on his face. 

I’ve had enough, though my dick is barely wet.  “Get on all fours.”  He does, clutching the bottle.  I take out my frustration with him (and the man the day before) on his ass.  I have one leg up on the bed and plow him hard and long.  He only asks me to go easier so he doesn’t spill his brown bottle. 

And to top it off—he’s dirty.  I leave and wash.

I hang out in the dark play area, standing in the cage and letting young Asian men suck my now clean cock.

After three mouths—none willing to try it in their hole—I walk out to the rooms again.  I find the other man from BBRT.  He’s about 5’10” and a slim 150.  His hair is silver.  His profile says he’s ten years younger than I am, but I’m guessing it’s more like four or five.  His face lights up and he leads me into the one sling room on this floor.  He kisses me—tentatively at first, but growing to a major kiss.

This is going to be good.

He goes to his knees and gets me wet.  He is great with his mouth—everything I need to be ready to plow.

I help him into the sling.  His ass is a lovely bubble sticking out from the leather straps.  And he loves my tongue work on his hole.  “You didn’t lie.  You do love to eat ass…” he murmurs.  I spit a few more times into his hole, stand up and glide into him. 

His moan is music to my ears.  I fuck him slowly for a long time.  But eventually building to a chain rattling fuck.

He loves ass to mouth, while still in the sling.

His ass is incredibly juicy when I revisit it with my tongue and mouth. 

We use the sling some more. 

We do one round with him on all fours on the bed, but we both miss the sling, so we go back to it for another fuck.

“Now go fuck some other lucky guys,” he tells me.

“Should I leave the door open?”  I ask.

“Naw.  I don’t’ think I want anyone else after that…”

I thank him and tell him I’ll come back for another round if he’s still here.

I go into the dark area.  Someone is now on the fuck bench.  I move between his legs—and instantly walk away from the smell.  It is the second of likely eight men who are dirty that night.  I will just skip the others.  Yikes.

I play in the cage. I find a hot, 40 something gym guy in backless rubber shorts bent over the box in the cage.  I eat his perfectly framed ass and sink into him.  He milks my cock like an expert.  “You are the perfect size for my hole,” he tells me when we break—and decide we’d be more comfortable in the public sling.  The sling makes it an even better fuck.  I pound him until his eyes roll up into the back of his head.

We have an audience—but they seem to be all bottoms.  No one will step up to take a turn on his ass.  So I go again.  Finally I catch an older man’s eye.  He is beating a nice sized cock.  He spells me.  He fucks the full, hairy ass with swift, deep strokes.  He says nothing at all as he pumps into Rubber Shorts.  He abruptly stops and walks away.  I kneel.  Yup.  He left us a load without saying a word.

I dig in and share it with the rubber pig…

*****

I meet up with the man in the sling room.  I fuck him until he shoots.  He tells me he will hang around until 12.

I work the top of the slurp ramp.  I am too tall for many of the men.  My cage is a better option.  I move there.

“Hello, again.”

A tall, thin young man of less than 30 years of age smiles at me.  He has a full goatee.  And a big dick.

“I want to suck that again.”

He leads me to a booth next to the slurp ramp.  I know he hasn’t sucked me this trip.  I would remember him.  He locks the door and goes down on me.

Well, fuck.  This boy did just this last year. And if I remember rightly…there’s more.

“Daddy, I love your cock, but turn around so I can eat your hairy hole again.”

I do.  This boy is as driven an ass eater as I am.  In fact, with his looks and his dick, he could be my son.  My cock oozes a little at that thought.  He digs into my hole and then hands me his bottles of poppers. 

I bliss out as he chows down on me.

We change places.  I do the same things to him

His cock is big, but the perfect shape and thickness to fit down my throat without choking.  Over and over I deep throat him.

I turn him around, let him huff his poppers, and attack his hole.  He groans. 

A cock comes through a glory hole I hadn’t even seen in this booth.  We both ignore him.  My boy wanks his wet dick as I drill into his furry ass with my pointed tongue.

We switch.  He does me again.  When he goes from my cock to my ass, I hear a slight grunt.  He continues for a moment…but then stands and says he should walk around some.  He goes.  I know the truth…he’s left a sloppy puddle of cum on the floor.

*****

I meet up with Rubber Shorts near the sling.  We both agree that it would be great to be fucking at midnight.  I eat his ass and the public address speaker blares out the countdown. 

I stand up and push into his wet ass.  I am making the loads inside him slosh as 2020 rolls in…

Spit Shine: Wel-cum to Ontario, Part IV

Toronto—December, 2019

I suppose, no matter what kind of sexual adventure I had after such a great Fukdto (and using Parker so completely) it would pale in comparison. Well, it did.  Though it had its moments…

We began chatting a hook up site, long before I arrived in Canada.  Ted was from northern Canada and would be in town at the same time.  I knew he was around my age.  The pictures he opened confirmed that.  He liked the sound of the things I did.

“Do you like having your boots licked?” he asked.

I told him I did.

He sent me quite a few emails after that…not really spelling out what he’d like done to him, but leading in that direction.  I told him I didn’t plan a sexual meet out in advance.  I liked to know some things he liked, some things he might like to try and hard limits of things he wouldn’t.

I guessed I might never hear from him once I was in town.  But I did.  I went to his hotel, a quick walk from mine, the day after Fukdto…

Ted opens the door.  I inwardly sigh.  The pics are old and more than several pounds ago, but he seems a nice guy.  I get into my leathers as requested.  He stays totally dressed in his street clothes.  He begins polishing my boots.  They need it.  He spits on them and works the polish into the grain of the boot.  One at a time. I love the pressure of his hands wielding through the leather.  He obviously loves doing it.  He uses a brush.  I can feel the swirling strokes.  But he never licks them.

He talks, as he buffs them, about a man in town he often rents.

When the boots are gleaming, he stops, strips down to a pristine white jock and proceeds to suck me.  He is all teeth.  I remind him to cover them.  That lasts for a few moments before he forgets.  I stand up to see if that is a better angle.  It is, but not by much.

I finally stop him by telling him I need to eat his ass.  I do.  It goes well.  I am perking back up.  I stand and slap my dick across his ass crack.  He rolls away from me.  “I’ve thought about it and think we should use condoms.”

I consider leaving, but I’m a gentleman and find a Magnum, its foil wrapping looking as old and tired as Ted. 

I fuck him bent over the bed.

I fuck him on his back.

I fuck him on his side.

I can’t feel anything with the latex.

He is hard as I enter him.  He goes soft while I fuck and is hard moments after I pull out.

I have had enough.  I pull out and as his erection returns I take all 4 inches into my mouth.  He is surprised—and blows a load.

I thank him and start stripping off my leather.

“Don’t you want to get off after all that great fucking?”

I shrug and pack and bag.

Talk about keeping this blog real…

I only took the time to write this up as I have to remind my readers—and myself—that not every hook up is wonderful. 

But I didn’t have long to wait.  Tomorrow was New Year’s Eve and I was headed to a bathhouse…

Fukdto...and After: Wel-cum to Ontario, Part III

Toronto—December, 2019

(This picks up right where I left off.  Read the first installment here.)

… Balls deep in some daddy, I look out into the maze.  There is Tango Dawg fucking the younger set.  But my eyes are on a tall, dark man, in a once white jock, who is fucking next to him.  Our eyes lock.  And hold.  I pull out of the ass I’m pumping and walk over to him.

He leans over and without missing a stroke gives me the most electric kiss of the night.  My cock oozes, he kisses so well.  Our tongues fight for dominance.  We finally settle for a draw on that score.  He pulls out of the ass he’s been fucking and tells me to take a turn.  I do what I’m told, while he goes around to make the lucky fuckee clean his cock.

I get a better look at him.  He is tall, dark and once really chiseled.  His chest is softening a little now as he ages.  His dick has a great curve to it and there is a leather strap of a cock ring accenting it.  He wears a jock that is as filthy as the one I am wearing.  I suddenly realize I have shared hole once before with this man here at Fukdto.  And even…

My thoughts are interrupted as the bottom moves, wanting to get up.  He leaves.  The top comes back to me and kisses me again.  His name comes to me as his tongue invades my mouth.  Parker.  I’m sure of it.  And I am positive I also got to fuck that hot ass of his…

We go up on stage and take turns in a shapely young butt in one of the glory holes.  We are kissing, the entire time either of us are fucking.  Finally, I can’t stand it.  Parker is up the guy, so I pull out of the kiss and drop to my knees behind him.  I burrow into his ass with my tongue.   He stops moving for a moment to let me get deep into his hole.  I can’t believe no one has plowed him tonight.  Then he begins a gentle fuck—into the guy and back on my tongue.  He groans and tells me to get him good and wet.  The motion is driving me crazy.  I need to fuck him.  I stand up, swipe my dick down his ass crack and begin to push into his pucker.

“Fuck me with that big cock,” he grunts out.

I slip all the way in.  I still let him do the work.  He fucks into the cute ass and back onto me.  Over and over.  And now he is giving me an ass squeeze on every stroke.  Every time.  Fuck!

We separate.  He watches me eat the hole he’s just been fucking.  I groan out my pleasure and he laughs, touching my shoulder.  I stand up and drill into the cute butt in front of me…

*****

We are inseparable for the next ninety minutes.  I fuck him in the sling that is in the maze. 

We share a guy on the fuck table around the corner.

I fuck him on the raised platform, as a number of men take turns in Parker’s mouth—one shooting a load all over his face.  A load I lick off.  And share with him in hot, wet kisses.

I fuck him in the fuck wall and recruit others to use him.  No loads—but his hole is now juicy as fuck.

Parker drags me into the dressing room on the side of the stage opposite the fuck wall.  “I just want you to myself for a minute.”  The room is cluttered with stools and broken chairs and beat up lockers.  We kiss.  For a long time.

Tango Dawg comes in, his big dick swinging.  He grins at us—then ignores us as he checks his phone.  Parker backs me up until I bump into a stool and I sit.  He kneels and goes down on me.  Tango Dawg grins again and says, “You go, boys” and leaves.  Parker is working on getting my dick super wet.  “Just spit.  Fuck me that way.”  He doesn’t give me much choice.  He stands and sits himself down on my spit slick dick.  I feel so much more drag this way as we fuck.  It’s delicious.  And we both love it.

*****

It is inevitable that Parker will come back to my hotel.  It’s now hours after Fukd has closed.  Parker is naked, on the center of my bed.  I have put my black leather blindfold on him.  I am licking him.  Everywhere.  Ears.  Pits.  Nips.  Dick.  Neck.  Balls.  Playing with him.  Not letting him know where I am going to be next.  Of course I hoist his legs in the air and tongue his super fucked out hole.  His anal lube is still flowing at full strength after the massive assault of his hole at the party.  I tease him with my cock head, but I don’t fuck him.  Not yet.

“Let me do that to you.”  He takes the blindfold off and, almost ceremoniously, places it on me.  I lie down right where he was.  Parker starts in my pits, which are every bit as wet as his hole.  He licks them dry.  We kiss.  Ears are next.  Nipples are chewed, balls licked.  He rolls me over and devours my ass.  Oh, God.  This is new with him.  He’s good.  “I really want to fuck you,” he whispers in my ear, his cock in my ass cleft, “but I’ll be good.”  I have had no sense of time from the moment we closed the door to my room.  I have no way to know how long his tongue being all over me lasts.  He eventually rolls me back over.  My cock springs up.

Parker sucks me.  The same way as in the dressing room.  He fucks himself down on me with just the spit for lube.  Over and over.  I hear the poppers open.  He rides me like a champion.  I am on the edge of shooting at least twice, but it doesn’t quite happen.

We pause.  The blindfold comes off.  He gives me a great massage, his legs astride my naked ass. 

I do the same to him.  But I turn it into a fuck.  And suddenly I am there.  I am loading this man, again and again.  I moan with each shot I fire off.

We let my dick marinate for a few minutes in his ass.  “How can I get you off?” I whisper in his ear, still inside him, sweaty front to sweaty back.

He doesn’t answer until I get off him and he’s rolled onto his back with his head hanging over the foot of the bed.  His hand goes to his ass.  His jizz covered fingers go to his mouth.  His cock erects as he tastes my cum.  “Let me suck you.”

I stand up and straddle his head.  It is exquisite agony to put my still dripping dick into his mouth.  I look at his six foot frame filling the bed.  His hand is a blur on his cock.  I can feel a dollop of cum roll out of my dick—it’s his trigger.  He fires.  His jism spurts out of his cock and the first splat actually flies over his head and hits me in the chest.

It doesn’t go to waste as we kiss again…

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Fukdto: Wel-cum to Ontario, Part II

Toronto—December, 2019

I awoke after my night at the baths really refreshed and energized.  I was on the road early and had an easy time getting into the city.  My pal, Brown_Spice, could not host me this trip as he had family visiting, so I checked into a hotel near the gay village.  I had a quick lunch, wrote a little and packed my bag to get to Fukdto’s New Years Warm Up. 

It was an easy walk there.  I was one of the first in the door.  The set up was similar to the ones in the past.  On the floors above, open in the middle so you could see the activity, were three slings, two on one side and one on the other—which also had various wooden blocks at a convenient height for fucking.  The maze, made of plastic sheeting was up.  Slings, benches and blocks were in it.  The fuck wall—glory holes for asses—was up.  I greeted our hot host, Tango Dawg.  I went up to my usual bench and changed into my leathers…

Our host:  Tango Dawg

The first person I see after I give my bag to the coat check in my friend Franklin.  We hug and gravitate to the sling on the upper level near the bar.  Once he’s in, I get lost in licking his hairy ass crack.  He groans.  I stand and open him up with a slow push until I am deep in his guts.  We have a great warm up fuck and go our separate ways.

I go down to the maze.  A hot older man is in the sling, blindfolded.  I touch his hole.  He jumps.  I kneel and tongue his pucker.  He moans.  He has incredibly beaten up ass lips.  A lot of cock has gone in this man over the years.  I lick the puffy hole before sliding in.

“Holy fuck…” he groans out as I fill him completely.  “Fuck me with that thing!”

I do.  I fuck him and make the chains rattle.  We get a small crowd watching us.  Jerking as I ravage his hole.  I nod to a fellow I daddy I recognize from here.  He grins.  I pull out and he pushes in.  I move to the blindfolded bottoms mouth.  “Taste your ass.”  He groans as takes as much of me in his mouth as he can.  The jerkers love this. 

The daddy and I change up again.  He goes up for a cock cleaning as I kneel to taste the ass lube that is now flooding this man’s guts.  Delicious.  We both fuck him some more…

*****

Franklin and I reconnect for another brief fuck upstairs.  This time he just bends over one of the cubes.  As I am licking his ass, the thin, 30-something friend of his who I dubbed Flip Flop Top in these pages, arrives.  I stand up and kiss him, my tongue tasting of Franklin’s ass.  He watches as I fuck Franklin, stroking his long, thin meat.  I pull out and let him into Franklin.  He fucks with quick jabs into the upturned butt.  We kiss again as he’s doing it.

“Daddy, put it in my ass while I’m fucking.”

I go around FFT and enter him.  He has prelubed his hole.  Or maybe he’s been busy before he found us in these first 30 minutes of the party.  I stand still and let him fuck Franklin and fuck himself on me. 

“Pull out or I’ll blow.”  I get out of him—as much as I want to eat his load, it is way too early for him to shoot and leave.  Franklin stands up and we grind together in a hot three way kiss…

*****

I go to the other side of the upper level.  I stand between the two slings.  Both are in use and ringed by men watching and waiting.  A tall man with a long thin cock grabs mine.  We have a moment of mutual jerking before I go to my knees and swallow him down.  He is thin enough that I can take his entire length easily without choking.  He fucks my throat, moaning.  A hot, hairy Italian with a perfect ass leans on the railing and arches his back.  The man pull out of my mouth and jabs his saliva covered cock into the Italian’s ass. 

“Easy, please…” the bottom grunts out. 

The top is obviously hurting him and oblivious to it—or thinks it’s his right.  He eventually pulls out and slaps the Italian on the ass.  Hard.  I move closer. 

“Too big,” the Italian says, hefting my cock.  I drop to my knees and rim his abused hole.  He groans.  I tongue him deeper.  And for a very long time.  I stand up.  I ease my significantly bigger dick into him.  He flowers opens and takes every inch I have to offer.  He can’t believe it.  I fuck him until I have to stop or blow my load…

*****

A cute pup is in the sling.  He has ditched the mask—and that’s good in my book.  I watch him get fucked and eventually get my cock into his mouth as the kid in his ass, looking kind of bored, pumps him.  When the kid leaves I move between the Pup’s splayed legs. 

“Oh, fuck…” he moans. 

I eat his fucked hole.  Well, damn, the kid shot a load in him, though you could never have guessed from his attitude.  I eat some it and use the rest for lube.  The Pup takes me easily.  Flip Flop Top arrives as I am fucking.

“Daddy, let me breed this boy for you.”

I pull out and FFT moves in.  He fucks the Pup with abandon.  In moments he creams the young man’s hole.  I kneel and clean up FFT’s cock.  He pulls me off him—and guides my head to the mess of cum dripping out of the Pup.  I eat the creamy combined loads…until the Pup can’t take any more stimulation.

*****

An hour or so later, the Italian finds me by the fuck wall.  He is ready to go home.  “Will you fuck me so I can get off?”

“Up for the wall?”

“Sure.” 

I help slide him into place.  I eat his ass.  Damn, this man has been busy.  He’s incredibly full of his own juices and other men’s cum.  I force myself to stop felching and stand up to fuck.  I glide into him.

“Yes!” he croons.  “Push those loads deeper.” 

I can hear him jerking behind the wall.  All I can see is my rampant cock entering his hairy hole.  And the cum all over my dick that I am churning out of him.

“Fuck, just like that…oh, FUCK!”

And he shoots.  I stay in him until his breathing calms a little.  Then I am on my knees and licking up all the cum that is clinging to the hairs of his ass.  When his ass is cum free, I finally let him out of the wall.

We hug and kiss—so he can get a taste of all the juices that were inside him.

By our using the wall—suddenly it is the place to be.  The other hole is busy—and the one we vacate is instantly taken.  I linger and fuck three or four men there.  There are maybe six of us who just keep taking turns on the men in the wall and others bent over a table on the same stage.

Balls deep in some daddy, I look out into the maze.  There is Tango Dawg fucking the younger set.  But my eyes are on a tall, dark man, in a once white jock, who is fucking next to him.  Our eyes lock.  And hold.  I pull out of the ass I’m pumping and walk over to him.

He leans over and without missing a stroke gives me the most electric kiss of the night…

To be continued…

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Art Break

Work erupted.   

In a nasty way—not like some over sized cock exploding.  

I will make some time to get back to my Ontario saga…it only gets better, I promise!

So instead, here is an Etienne (Chicago’s Tom of Finland) that I had never seen before...

Wel-cum to Ontario: The Bathhouse

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