My Trip to Canada: Camping in the Woods

Ontario—August, 2018

The Sunday after the late night of Fukdto, I slept as late as possible and got out of town with little trouble.  I had two days and nights to fill before my first show at the theatre festival.  I did not want to pay Toronto prices so I went to one of Ontario’s gay campgrounds.  I knew I would have missed the crowds of the weekend, but that was just fine with me.  I would pitch my tent, read, write the blog and maybe find some sex in the woods.

I arrived mid afternoon.  There were actually more people in the campground than I expected.  I found my unimproved site away from all the beautiful trailers, campers and cabins.  I set up my tent, blew up the air mattress and got my sleeping bag into the tent.  And I went exploring.

I avoided the party at the pool.  I am not a water and sun kind of guy.  I went into the woods to see the play area.  I had not been here for about two years and I wondered if there were improvements.  Indeed, a hut like structure that had been falling down was now rebuilt.  There were partitions inside with a variety of gloryholes (all too low for me.)  The lean-to with two slings was still there.  The slurp ramp was on the back of the lean-to.  There were also some step units scattered around under the big trees…another type of cock sucking station for men with bad knees.

And yes, there was a man behind the slurp ramp, sitting on a bench, waiting for someone to mount the platform…

I walk up the ramp to the top of the platform. The man waiting is severely overweight, but with a nice smile, so I’m happy to let him have a go at my dick.  I find the hole where I don’t have to do too much of a knee bend.  I unbutton and pull my hardening dick out and push it through the hole.  He is right there.  His mouth is fantastic.  This is perfect for my over worked cock, fresh from Fukdto.  I am pretty sure he’s removed a bridge.  There seem to be no teeth in his mouth at all.

He soon realizes I am standing in an uncomfortable way to fit through the hole.  He tells me to move to the end.  The hole is taller there….but he has to find something to stand on to reach my cock.  We soon decide to use one of the stair units.

We go to the closest flight of steps.  It is certainly better.  He takes me to the root repeatedly.  He looks puzzled as to why I haven’t cum.  “Most guys would have shot by now,” he tells me.

I tell him I love head, but it rarely gets me off. 

He offers me his ass.  It seems ungentlemanly to not fuck him.  He undresses and gets in the sling.  It’s low—and not adjustable.  I fuck for a bit, but it’s even worse for my legs requiring me to do deep knee bends.  I finally thank him and pull out.  He tells me he’ll be here tonight.

*****

After dinner, after the sun has gone down, my cock leads me back into the woods.  I have put on my flight suit, so I’m covered from potential mosquitoes, but I have easy access to my dick.  I like the woods at night.  The path is lit with a few garden lights.  I can see shadows moving into the new gloryhole area.  I go in.  There are two men standing around.  They look very similar: buff for 50, with a shaved heads and scruff on their faces.  They whisper to each other in German.  I move around to put a wall between us.  I stick my dick through the hole so they can see it.  They chatter and begin having sex with each other, ignoring me.

I wander.  The slings are empty.  On one of the stair units, I see my afternoon cocksucker working on another dick.  He is lying naked on his side on the top platform.  A bear in a trucker cap stands on the ground and feeds the big man his cock.  I walk over.  I nod at Trucker Cap.  I push my hard dick into the sucker’s bare ass.  This makes him suck Trucker Cap with even more gusto.

The German couple comes out of the shed, strips bare and begins to fuck on another set of stairs near us.  They wave me over.  I move to them.  The man getting fucked, cranes around and sucks my dick.  We have a moment of great spit roasting.  Our strokes are timed so that we are both pushing into the bottom in unison.  The top speaks English.  He asks if I’d like to fuck his man.  I nod.  He hands me a bizarre ribbed condom made out of the thickest latex I’ve ever seen.  I notice he’s fucking him raw.  I roll it down.  It’s rather loose.  I smear it with lube and work the head of my cock into his hole.  The bottom has a moment where you can tell, in any language, he is asking me to go slow.  I do.  The moment his ass adjusts, he goes crazy.  He is pounding back on my dick, as his partner fucks his mouth.

“Sling.” says the top.  The bottom races for it.  They choose the one that is even lower than the one I used in the afternoon.  I rip off the condom and decide to just feed the bottom my dick.  The top is fucking—and shoots up his partner’s ass. I go to felch.  Whoops, not here at the campground with limited clean out available.  The bottom is jerking his PA-ed dick.  He shoots all over himself.  I clean his cum up instead.

I go back to the cocksuckers.  New recruits have arrived.  My afternoon sucker is now on his back, his head hanging over the edge and a towering bear is fucking his mouth.  Trucker Cap is trading oral with a younger cub.  The Tall Bear pulls out of the mouth servicing him.  He puts a hand on my shoulder, and all but pushes me to the ground.  His wet cock goes into my mouth.  He pumps his hips a few times, grunts and shoots.  The load is big and thick.  I swallow and clean his dick.

Trucker Cap moves from the Cub’s mouth to mine, but briefly.  He pulls out of me and sprays his seed all over the big guy on the platform.

“Fuck me.”  The Cub moves around and offers me his hairy ass—while sliding his tiny dick into the big guy’s mouth.  I spit on the pucker.  I push into him raw.  He grunts.  He suddenly begins fucking himself on my dick—and pushing his own dick into the cocksucker’s mouth.

This  makes him cum in no time.  He spasms and fills the mouth of the Big Guy.

The Cub pulls up his overalls and takes off.

The weighty cocksucker sits up.  He grins at me and says.  “Wow, you’re as big a pig as I am.”

My Trip to Canada: Fukd!

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Clearing Out the Bookstore

Near Home—August, 2018

Of course the hot scene from the last post made me go back to the bookstore.  I went back at the same time, just after lunch to get the end of any noontime crowd and I could stay long enough to see if any men arrived on their way home from work.  The parking lot was about half full.

I piss and enter the straight cinema.  Dead ahead of me, a hot guy who looks like he should be coaching Little League is getting head from a man my age.  The Coach’s legs are spread wide, his shorts around his ankles.  I can’t see much of the cocksucker but he is giving his all to get a load out of this hunk.  Two other men, one on the couch and one against the wall, are stroking to the scene in front of me.  I choose a chair opposite the Coach to watch him and not the movie.  He nods at me.  I nod back.  He ruffles the cocksucker’s hair in a “good boy” gesture.  The cocksucker picks up the pace.

I stroke.  The Coach watches me as much as he watches the man bobbing up and down on his cock.  I think he must be close.  Instead of giving him the load, the Coach touches the sucker on the shoulder and asks for a break.  The cocksucker stands up, thanks him and turns.  It’s my friend and fuck bud Tyler—who throws an occasional motel party and, more often, invites me to use his ass with another top.  I haven’t seen him lately due to some health concerns of his—but he looks like he’s back in great shape.  He catches my eye and comes over.

“Let me help.”  He kneels and gives me the same expert head he was giving the Coach.  I smile over at the Coach.  He nods—saying wordlessly that he knows just what I’m feeling.  In fact, he comes over and sits in the chair next to me to watch.  His eyes are riveted to my big dick disappearing down Tyler’s throat.

Tyler sucks until he needs to give his knees a break.  He sits on the other side of me, panting and kneading his cock through his clothes.

I look at the Coach.  “Do you mind if I suck it?”

He stands up, so I can stay seated.  It’s a big dick—a nice seven + incher, but thin enough I can take it easily down my throat.  He loves my tongue and sighs out loud every time it runs over his piss slit.  Tyler goes to suck the man on the couch.  The man against the wall comes and sits in the Coach’s chair to watch/stroke as I blow the Coach. 

The Coach’s balls are tightening now.  He gets even harder.  He pulls out.  “I don’t want to cum yet.  I want to enjoy some more mouths.”  He leaves the room for the arcade. 

I look at the grey haired man who’d been watching me.  His cock is rock hard.  I slide to the floor and get a load with very little work.  His grunts make the man on the couch fire into Tyler’s mouth.

Tyler comes back to me as I sit down and goes down on me again.  He works on my balls a lot.  They are sweaty now and he over looked them the first time.

The Coach comes back.  He sits back down in the chair to watch Tyler suck my cock.  When Tyler pauses a moment, the Coach asks if he can try sucking me.  I stand up and let him take my dick in his mouth.  He has absolutely no technique at all, but it’s hot watching my dick enter his handsome face.  Tyler has gotten up and is pressed against my back, twisting my nips as I let the Coach give me head.

He pulls off me, panting.   Tyler pats my ass and goes off to the gay theatre.  I hear the sounds of sex over there the moment he enters the room.

I sit down.  The Coach leans over and hefts my wet dick.  “I would love to try that up my ass sometime.”  I am surprised, but try not to show it.  “But not today.  You want this load?”  I slide to my knees and once again take him in my mouth.  Sucking my cock has gotten him really close.  I work for a very short time on his hot cock before he blasts a massive load into my mouth.

*****

Tyler comes back in. 

He sucks me.

I suck him.  He can’t believe he suddenly gives me a load.  “I never shoot twice,” he says, with a little wonder in his voice.  I don’t know where the first load went…

Tyler goes to explore the arcade.

I suck an older man who never gets fully hard—but it doesn’t stop him from cumming.

*****

Tyler comes back in.  “I think we’ve sucked off the entire bookstore.  No one’s left.”

He gives me a hug and says he’s headed home.  He leaves. 

I stroke for a bit, never having left the straight side.

The place does indeed seem to be empty.

The young guy, the one who took me to the booth and stripped totally naked, comes in.  He grins and grabs my hand.  He leads me back to the same booth.  I silently curse myself.  The Magnums are still in my gym bag, not in my pocket.

I lock the door, but he’s already taking off his clothes and folding them into a neat pile on his sneakers.  I undo my pants and let them fall to my ankles.  I sit, stroking.  Once naked, his mouth replaces my hand.

He sucks me.  With great attention.  He burrows in to get my balls wet again.

I admit to not having the condoms with me.  And he hasn’t brought any either.

“You want me to eat your ass again?”

He nods, gets up and kneels on the bench.  He’s more relaxed this time.  His hole opens easily and I go deeper than I did before.  He is squirming.  Jerking.  Moaning.

“Put your fingers in me,” he grunts out as he flips over on his back.  He holds his legs up, arms wrapped around his knees.  I spit on my index finger and slide it into him.  He is hot and very wet from my tonguing.

“More,” he gasps out.

I add my middle finger along with my index.  By the third stroke I have three fingers in him—about the width of my cock.  He jerks his cock.  His eyes are screwed shut as I can only imagine he’s trying hard to make believe my fingers are really my cock. 

I know I am touching his prostate.  His cock drools every time I do it.  Finally he asks me to stop—he doesn’t want to cum yet.

“Do you want to shoot?” he asks, as he scrambles around, back to his knees.

I nod—and begin jerking my dick, with the fingers that had been up his butt.

“Cum all over my face,” he whispers.  “Shoot on me.  Cover me.” 

I am replaying all my play today.  Tyler sucking me.  Me sucking Tyler and the others.  Taking the Coach’s load…

“Shoot it in my mouth.  I want…”

He never finishes.  Rope after rope of my cum covers his face.  His hair.  Some drips off his nose and onto his tongue.

 I look down to the floor—he’s shot, too.

(I have linked three earlier episodes with Tyler, as they are now some time ago, in the text above.  And one for our young stripper, too...)

“Just Sit There and Take It”

Near Home—August, 2108

My work schedule was slightly better by August, but was still intense enough that the bookstore remained the easier option than trying to coordinate schedules with others.  My evenings were full, so I was there on a weekday afternoon.

The parking lot is promisingly three quarters full.  I pay, I piss and go into the straight theatre.  There sits the man in the straw hat who on a previous visit has given me head—and a huge load.  Today it’s no different.  But his work on me is much shorter as he’s ready to shoot the moment my dick goes in his mouth.  I swallow and watch him leave.

I sit back on the couch.  It is showing major signs of wear.  There are several other men in the room—but they are intent on the screen and not cruising.  I am on the verge of heading to the gay side when the door opens. 

It’s the elfin man who I last saw in June.  On that post I wrote:  “He is younger than I am, anywhere from 40 to 55.  The dim light makes him look younger yet.  He has that Peter Pan quality so many aging gay men acquire with a lot of moisturizer and a set gym routine.”   My dick perks up as I remember how he rode my raw cock here on the couch.

He nods at me.  Without a word, he kneels and takes me into his mouth.  He is as good as I remember.  He goes deep and every time he pulls up, leaving just my head in his mouth, he looks up at me.  I smile the first time, nod the next…and when he does it the third time, I push his head back down my length.  He gags and pants—and grins.  My cock is awash with his deep throat spit.

My cock sucker pauses to undo his pants.  He takes out his cock which is only slightly hard.  He uses some of his spit to try to get it to erect.  He gives up and goes back down on me.  He gives up stroking it after awhile and just gives me the best possible head.

He stands up.  He digs in his pocket and pulls a bottle of poppers.  And a Magnum.  I’m surprised, but I say nothing.  He’s never used a condom on me before.  He uses the deep spit as the lube on my dick.  He rolls it down me.  I give him my lube for the latex.  He applies it liberally and hands it back to me.  He turns around—and lowers himself down onto my cock.

The deep spit is making it feel as good as a wrapped dick in a wet hole can feel.  He rides me but is surprised. when he finally pulls off me, that I’m not that hard.  He looks at me:  “Condoms do that to you?”

“Yeah.”

He rips it off and goes down on me again.  I’m soon hard.

The door opens. A younger guy I don’t know comes in.

“Help me with this,” my cocksucker says to the new man, pulling off my cock and waving it at the man in the doorway.

He doesn’t take even a moment to decide.  He kneels next to the elfin man.  They share my cock. 

One, then the other, takes me all the way down.  The new guy is maybe 35 years old and a spare six footer.  Mid suck, he rips off his t-shirt, showing off massive rings in his nipples.  My hands begin working them—every time he is the one going down on me.

The older guy turns to the younger one:  “You wanna take this dick in your ass, don’t you?”

“Fuck, yeah.”  He stands up and steps out of his jeans.  He’s wearing designer backless underwear.

“You want a condom?"

“Fuck no, man.”  He spits on my dick, smears it around the head and turns around.  He guides my dick into his hole. 

“Jesus,” I yelp as he his buns grind into my pubes.  His ass is tight and seems incredibly warm after the condomed fuck. 

Peter Pan stays on his knees, his eyes watching my raw dick split this guy open. “How do you like that cock?” he asks him.

“He’s really big….I feel so fuckin’ full.”

He is impaling himself on me again and again.

“Let me stand up and bend you over,” I suggest.

“Just sit there and take it,” he tells me.  He grinds down on me.  This guy has great muscle control.  His hole is milking me like crazy.  He’s riding me faster and faster.

I am pretty sure I’m going to shoot—I feel like I have no control at all.

He must be able to feel my cock getting even harder.  He speeds up.  His hole tightens even more.

I am now fucking up into him.  I can only think about shooting my seed.  Spurt after spurt.  I try to choke back a roar as I begin to unload.  I fill his hot mancunt until it is dripping out of him.  He slows down and holds still.  He waits a moment, still milking my cock.  Then he pulls off me.  He bends and turns to clean my cock.  He tongues my dick and Peter Pan licks my balls at the same time.

I writhe in an exquisite post orgasmic moment.

“Go ahead,” he tells me, pulling off my cock.  “Breathe again.”

I try.

The double pierced guy moves up to sit beside me.  We kiss.  I taste my cum and his hole on his lips.  My left hand finds his puffy asshole, dripping with my cum.  I finger it as we kiss. 

“Guess you liked that,” Peter Pan says to both of us.

“I knew I wanted him,” Pierced Guy says, “the moment I saw his boots…”