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....)

Sex Vacation: The Men of Fukd (Conclusion)

Toronto, Ontario—December, 2017

(This post continues immediately after the last one here.)

I go up to the level with just two slings.  I take a long drink.  One sling is empty.  The other is being used.  I move towards it.  I need to catch my breath.  The man doing the fucking is nothing special—actually not good looking at all.  The man in the sling is stunning.  Either Italian or Greek, with curly dark hair that is now matted from vigorous play.  His body is sculpted just like an ancient statue.  The body hair is trimmed.  A plump, uncut cock lies on his chiseled abs.  He makes eye contact with me.  First my dick—then my face—then my dick.  He turns and looks at the man fucking him.

“Does baby see something he likes?” asks the Daddy fucking him.  “You want that dick in you, baby?”

The Greek God whispers a “Yes.”

The Daddy turns to me.  “You can fuck him if you want.  Load him if you want.  But I have to watch…”

“I want to fuck him,” I assure the Daddy, as he makes room for me by moving to the back side of the sling.  “But first I want to taste what you did to his ass.”

I kneel and dig my tongue into the hole nestled between these perfectly formed cheeks.  The Greek God takes a deep intake of breath.  He begins to pant as I tongue his very wet pucker.

“You’ve got a pervy boy eating out your pussy,” the Daddy tells him, leaning over and whispering to him—but a whisper that is loud enough for me to hear.  “It looks like he likes my boy’s manpussy.”  He straightens up and says to me, full voice:  “You like the taste of him?”

I nod, too busy tongue drilling his boy to answer.

“I think he has three loads in him.  Can you taste them?”

I nod again—not really sure if I can, but loving the idea of it.

“The last one up him was a big Black guy.  He couldn’t stop shooting into my pretty boy.”

I stand up and slap my dick on the jock pouch of the Greek God.

The Daddy stares at my dick—had he not seen it earlier?  “No wonder he wanted you in his mancunt.  Fuck him good.”

I push into the super wet hole.  I slide in easily.  His hole is as slippery as you can get.  Heaven.  I twist my balls so I don’t shoot too soon.  I hold in place.  The Daddy keeps talking and twisting the Greek God’s pronounced nipples.  “Feel that big dick?....You love to get fucked, don’t you?...You’ll get fucked by whoever I let up you, right pussyboy?”  On and on.

I concentrate on watching the Greek God’s face.  It’s expressive.  It lets me know every time I hit the right spot.  The pouch of his jock in getting wetter and wetter as I ram his prostate.   My urge to cum has subsided.  I just work on giving this handsome man the most pleasure I can. 

A hot man with an enormous tattoo on his back arrives to watch and stroke.  I hear the Daddy quiz the new arrival.  He wants to fuck the Greek God.  I graciously pull out and let him take over.  I lean over and whisper a thank you to the man in the sling as he is entered by yet another dick.  I make sure to thank the Daddy, too, and go downstairs.

I see a familiar ass sticking out of the wall.  It has to be Jon Shield.  He is being fucked by a man his age who is just as tatted as Jon.  I watch for a moment, and move on.  I don’t ever want him to think I’m stalking him.

I walk around.

I find the tatted top who just fucked the Greek God.  We chat for a moment, leaning against the rail.  He moves around and impales himself on me, never missing a beat as we talk about the venue and the men we’ve fucked.  He pleasures himself on me, pulls off and we keep talking as if nothing has happened…

****

I find Jon again—this time in a sling being fucked vigorously by a very young Black kid.  A chain rattling fuck.  The kid pulls out, panting.  I ask Jon if I can clean his hole.  He smirks and nods.  I fall to my knees and eat his hole.  It’s very wet, and now, slightly puffy.  I get him ready for his next cock—whoever that might be…

*****

I fuck the tatted top again—this time with me in charge.  He tells me his hole is mine tonight anytime I see him.

I find Zack Acland at the bar.  I remind him that he promised me a real fuck back in August.  

He nods and before we can do anything, he is taken from behind by a hot young Italian. The young man bends Zack over, who grabs the bar and takes the hard pounding.   Just as fast as he arrived, the man is gone.   Zack stays in place.  I kneel and begin eating out his ravaged hole.  He moans.  I eat and spit and tongue drill him.  I want this to be the time I really fuck him, not just stick it in him.

“You want me?”  I ask.

“Fuck, yes.”

I stand up and work my dick into the hole I have just left wetter than I found it.  I glide in easily unlike when he clenched on me in August.  I fuck long slow strokes letting him adjust.  Zack groans and I pick up the pace.  The sling behind us becomes free.  I suggest me move.  Zack jumps in, feet on the chains—no stirrups for him.  I fuck him hard.  I am driving into him.  I can’t stop looking at his handsome face.  Every thrust registers across it. 

We have a audience now.  I graciously let others fuck him.  Three other men fuck Zack, all three younger than either of us.  I clean their cocks and fuck Zack after each of them.   The last time I slip in, it’s just too much.  He’s on overload.  I stay in him, but stop stroking.  I lean across that hairy chest and kiss him.  Long and wet.

I help him out.  He hugs me.  And goes backstage.  I take a long swig from my water bottle.  I have the taste of Zack’s hole on my beard for the rest of the night.

*****

I wander. 

I let my cock be sucked.  It’s becoming slightly tender.

I go back to the sling I put Zack into.  It’s now occupied by the handsome, tanned partner of the man in the wall.  A Black kid is fucking him.  I run my hands over the tan man’s torso and tweak his pronounced nipples.  The kid inside him shoots a load.  Violently.  Letting us all know that he came.  And he keeps right on fucking.  In no time at all, the 20-something fires off another one. 

Damn.

He tries to let me clean his cock—but he is just too sensitive.

“I hope you’re going to fuck me,” the man in the sling says.  I answer by swiveling around and burying my face in his cumsloppy hole.  Glorious.  And I know just where I’m going to leave my load.  I eat him out—swallow some of the kid’s spunk—and push some of it back into the puffy hole.

I stand up.  “I’m going to fuck those loads deeper.”

Poppers come out.  The guy I fucked in the wall comes over to be with his partner—once he recognizes me as the man who fucked him earlier.  He leans across the tanned man and kisses me.  Long and lingering.  My stroke into his partner becomes faster.

It doesn’t take me long.  My cock is pushing through what feels like oceans of jizz in this handsome man’s butt.   

“Breed him,” the partner says.

“Breed me,” says the man I’m fucking. 

I breed him. 

Firing everything I’ve got pent up in my balls deep into his spasming guts.

Sex Vacation: The Men Of Fukd Toronto

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Happy New Year!

Well, I’ll pause in detailing my sex vacation to wish all my readers a Happy New Year.

It’s 2018 in just a few hours.

I hope you all have a terrific year.

 Maybe your New Year’s resolution should be about trying something slightly different when it comes to sex.

Go to a new sex venue—or go to one for the first time.

If my talking about some kink, like watersports or whatever, has intrigued you, find a way to try it.

Go to a new city for a mini vacation where no one knows you.

The possibilities are endless.

And the rewards are great.

 The illustration is another by Etienne, the Tom of Finland of Chicago.

Happy New Year to you all!

Sex Vacation: A Night at the Baths

London, Ontario—December, 2017

My weekend sex vacation was here.  I wanted to treat myself after the long weeks of worry in New Jersey.  I planned to attend two sex parties (one with porn stars), hit a bathhouse on the way in and maybe a bookstore on the way home.  I was getting out of Michigan—and headed back to Toronto.  I got a slightly later start than I planned.  It was dark as I pulled into my motel on the outskirts of London, Ontario.  I knew the bathhouse in town had changed hands.  Gone were the days of it being open 24 hours a day.  It closed at midnight now, every day of the week.  But I could get there by 8pm and have 4 hours of play.  I ate lightly—and took off.

I get a locker.  I have no desire to hide in a room.  I strip down to my worn, discolored jock.  I put my boots back on and toss the towel over my shoulder.  There are more people here than I expect.  From the men I pass on the way to the wet area, I am younger than the average age.  I sit alone in the sauna a moment and soak in the heat.  When it’s cold outside, there is little better than soaking up the warmth and cedar smell of a sauna.  Just as I break a sweat, I go out, passing the unused hot tub and showers.  I find my way into a dark room.

Three bears are at play.  One is on his knees, going back and forth between the other two dicks.  I watch a moment.  The men become aware they have an audience.  The thought sends them over the edge.  One explodes in the sucker’s mouth—the other man does the same all over the sucker’s face.  They wrap their towels around their thick waist lines and leave.  My cock is plumping nicely in my stretched out jockstrap.

I wander the two aisles of rooms.  Most are closed—and empty.  The men have congregated in the video room and the adjoining, bigger dark area at the end of the main hall.

There is a padded 8 x8 platform, big enough to hold four big men in the video room.  A couch and a chair line the two side walls.  The platform is a mass of twisting bodies—sucking cocks and fingering holes.  I sit on the couch and watch for a moment.  A thick set man walks through the door.  His head is shaved.  His nose looks like it has been flattened in a bar fight.  A jungle of dark fur crawls across his chest and gut—contrasting with the whiteness of the large towel cinched around his waist.  He stands for a moment looking at me.  Then he raises the bottom edge of his towel.  It’s like a curtain going up— revealing a beer can of a dick.  A heavy piece of cock meat, with the thickest foreskin I have ever seen.  He walks over to me and sits on the other end of the couch.  He’s sure I’ve been reeled in.  And I have.  I slide off the couch and crawl between his legs.  His cock is hard—I couldn’t tell before—pointing straight down.  I can barely take him in my mouth—but I manage.  He grunts his appreciation.  My hand has to work the foreskin back—it’s not moving any other way.  Once my tongue connects with his cock head, he jerks as though electrified.  His breathing starts to increase.  He shakes in the throes of orgasm.  Not a drop of juice has come out of his dick.  He stops me.  And thanks me profusely.

I wander to the dark area next door.  There are shadowy figures standing against the wall.  I go behind a partition and sit at the gloryhole.  Instantly a man sticks his short dick through the hole.  He sighs as I swallow him down.  He fucks my face for a moment.  And only for a moment.  He gives me a thick load.  He pulls out and another, longer dick pushes between my lips.  He is a serious face fucker.  I have to stay still or he’ll hurt me.  He is pre-cumming down my throat like crazy.  The slurping sound grows louder, making me terrifically hard.

But it’s too much.  I have to pull off him.  I catch my breath.  I go around the partition and get right back on my knees.  I can control the angle now.  He grunts his pleasure and soon gives me another load.

*****

It’s now 10 pm.  A number of younger men are beginning to arrive.  On that padded platform, I have extended mutual oral sex with a young man who makes sure to tell me he’s only here because his girlfriend is being a bitch.  He makes this statement, holding my rock hard cock in his fist and punctuates it by sucking me down to the root.

*****

In the sauna, a hot bear and I exchange blowjobs.  We keep alternating the sucking until we both can’t stand the heat and take a break. I tour the halls again.  A door near the bigger dark room is open.  Inside are two guys in their late 30’s.  Another man my age is standing and stroking to the fucking.  The top is slightly younger and the bottom is talking constantly about the bare cock that is filling his hole.

I go in.

“Do you want to fuck him?” the top asks the first guy in the room.

The Stroker goes to it, as soon as the top pulls out.  The top turns and sees me.  “Whoa.  Look at this one,” he tells the bottom.  It’s impossible for the bottom to turn, getting railed as he is by the daddy in his ass.  “Go feed him your dick,” the top tells me.

I step up on the bed do what I’m told.

“Jeez…” The bottom starts to say more, but I cut off any further utterance by sticking my dick in his mouth.  He sucks me happily—dicks filling both his holes.  The Stroker likes the look of the spit roast, too.  He pulls out before he cums, saying he’ll be back to load him later.

“Get that thing in my ass,” the bottom crows.

I get off the bed.  I spend long minutes eating the sloppy hole.  He is a natural luber.  There might even be a load in him.  I ask.  He confirms it, rather sheepishly.  I tell him to be proud.  And try to push my tongue in deeper.

I finally stick my cock in an ass.  And a super wet one at that.  It’s great.  I plow him hard and deep.  He grunts and groans and asks for his bud to fuck his face.  He is spit roasted again.

I let his pal go back up his ass.

Then it’s my turn again.  I go in.  I am so close to fucking a load deep in his guts. 

And he asks for a break.  He goes off to cool down in the shower leaving me with the top.

“You like your ass eaten?”  I ask him.

“I’ve never had anyone do it.”  I just look at him, trying to keep the disbelief off my face.  “I don’t rim the guys I fuck, either.”

“You want to try?”

“Are you going to try to fuck me with that missile you got there?”

I assure him I won’t stick it in him unless he asks for it.  He gets on all fours.  I kneel behind his virgin ass.  My tongue connects.

“Holy fuck!  That’s hot.”  He strokes his cock as I rim him—wanting to show him exactly what he’s been missing.  I poke and prod his hole.  I lick up and down his hairy crack.  He is moaning into the rumpled bed sheet.  The bottom returns, watching me eat out his friend.

“You gonna give up your ass to him?”  he asks.

The Top pulls away from me and sits up, surprised by the bottom’s return.  “Naw—but no wonder you loved his tongue so much.”

The bottom gets back on the bed.  “Seed me.”

I lick his freshly showered hole for a moment.  Rimming the top has really gotten me going.  I fuck a massive load into him in no time.  I spurt over and over.  The bottom cleans up my cock as the Stroker comes back, true to his word.  It’s almost closing time.  “Damn this hole is wet,” he says.

He unloads into the bottom.

I move off the bed to show the boys what felching is all about…

Spit Roast

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