His second time

I’m waiting in the Black Canary espresss bar in Toronto. From the second floor coffee shop, actually part of a comic book store, I’m able to see out onto the thriving crowds on Yonge street. I notice a young Asian man walking across the intersection, looking down at his phone, and I think, “Is that him?”

My instinct is correct and I get a message. “I’m here.”

“Blue shirt?” I ask.

The man across the street shields his eyes from the sun and looks around. He gazes at me through the window and I wave.

“Come down?” he messages.

A moment later I’m walking with him down the hallways of the Chelsea hotel toward my room. He’s nervous, and that’s why he wanted to meet in a public place.

The man looks 22ish, but is actually 26. His black bangs hang over his eyes. He’s still jet-lagged from his flight from Beijing. The 12 hour journey takes days to recover from.

Although he went to school in Canada, it is only today, for the first time in his life, that he is finally free. No more weeks of studying for exams. No more constant pressure to succeed. Most importantly, no more pretending! Here, a world away from his parents and judgemental friends, Canada offers him the freedom to explore. All he has to do is find a career.

But he has priorities. Yesterday, bleary-eyed and fresh off the plane, he got his bank account and cell phone plan. Today, he found me on Grindr.

When staying in a hotel, I learned a while ago the value of a daily tip to the housekeepers. My room is freshly cleaned and smells wonderful. The white bed sheets are crisp and neatly folded. It also helps them to overlook it when I have visitors. My new friend and I both take our shoes off and he stands there awkwardly.

“I’m a little nervous,” he says.

“It’s OK to be nervous,” I tell him. “To me, it’s part of the fun.”

“Aren’t you concerned about who you meet? What if they are dangerous?”

I take a deep breath before answering. We are literally blocks from the gay village, where Bruce MacArther committed dozens of murders, using hookup apps, while the gaycist police refused do anything.

“I’ve never had a problem,” I tell him. “Most people are good people, and I am careful about whom I talk to.”

“OK,” he says.

“Since you are nervous, why don’t you get on the bed. I’ll give you a massage first. That should help. Take off your shirt.”

He pulls his shirt over his head. He is tall and thin and I can see his perfect abs as he carefully folds his shirt and places it on my chair. He lays on the soft white bedding and spreads out his arms. I take in his tanned, lithe form, with wisps of wiry black hair under his arms. I strip to my underwear, and kneel over his curvy butt, which is still in his shorts. I rub my hands together to warm them. Fuck, I don’t have any massage oil in the hotel room. I run my bare hands up along his spine, pressing hard against his shoulder blades, then slide them back along his sides in a swimming motion. After a few minutes of this he gives a contented sigh.

“You know, this is only my second time with someone,” he says slowly, between long relaxed breaths.

“Oh really? Tell me about the first time.”

He sighs, closes his eyes. “It was two years ago, and I was exploring, coming to terms with who I was. I met a guy. But it turns out he lied to me.”

“Two years ago,” I repeat, barely believing it.

“Yeah. It was bad.”

The skin on his back is hot on my palm now, and beginning to turn red for lack of oil. I decide that today, I am going to give him something to remember. Something good.

“Are you nice and relaxed now?” I pat his bum. “Lets get those shorts off.”

With trepidation, he helps me slide his shorts and boxers down over his rear. I pull them down his legs. When I get them off, I fold them for him and place them on the chair over his shirt.

His butt is so perfect. Finally the fun can be begin. I grab it in my palms, and give them a squeeze. His body is mine, and as we agreed in the chat, I would be telling him what to do. He likes that. Right now, I just wanted to feel his butt cheeks. I rub them, squeeze them, then spread them apart, opening up his crack. Then I bury my face between them and start to lick.

He immediately gasps, so I press my tongue against his hole. It is clean. I lick it all over, pointing my tongue and drawing letters over it. It is like a game, trying to get him to gasp louder. It works when I put my whole mouth over it, pretend it is lips and literally make it out with his asshole. He buries his face in the pillow and makes a sound between laughing and cries of pain.

“Are those good sounds?” I ask.

“Yes,” he tells me incredulously.

He’s mine, so I’m gonna make him to my favourite things. “I’m going to lie here,” I tell him. “I want you to get up and get over my face. I want you to sit on my mouth.”

I lay down beside him on the comfortable hotel blanket, and he carefully lowers his ass over my face. The whole time, he is looking into my eyes. I open my mouth and lick him, and for the first time I examine his penis, pointing into the air inches from my face. It is fully erect and red, nearly 4 inches long.

But I can’t stop looking at his face. His wide-eyed expression changes every time I swipe my tongue across his anus. It is so hot to see his reactions.

Before long though, I reach up and run my finger down his penis, and point to my mouth. He gets the hint, and puts his arms down on the bed for balance. He is crouching down over my face as he tilts his body down, still staring with awe as he slowly slides his penis into my open mouth. His whole body tremors.

I close my lips around it and suck. He draws a sharp breath and his eyes close. His mouth hangs open as he is overcome by the pleasure of having his dick inside something warm for the second time ever.

When he pulls it out, I ask him, “Do you like that?”

“Yes!” he answers, and lowers his body again, starting to thrust into my waiting lips. After a few times though, he suddenly draws it out. I see his penis throbbing and I realize he must have stopped because he was getting close.

“Remember you are not allowed to cum until I say.”

“Yes. OK.”

“Get on the floor and stand up.” I tell him. He does so, confused, until I shuffle my body over to the side of the bed, lean my head back over. “Today I’m going to show you everything. This is one of my favourite positions.”

He knows what to do. He walks over and crouches over my face. I stare into his shaved underside while he works up the courage to slide into my mouth. When he fucks, I see his balls flattening repeatedly against my nose. He soon slows down, and gasping, pulls it slowly away.

“OK. Get on the bed, on your back. I’ll take it easy for a while.”

He flops down like a rag doll, seemingly too tired or relaxed to move. With my feet anchored on the floor, I slide my belly up the bed between his legs, and gently lick his balls, being careful not to touch his still throbbing penis. His face is turned upwards to the ceiling in an expression of pure pleasure, and I can see his back teeth.

After focusing on his ass and balls for a while, I start to give his penis more attention again. I slowly go from licking it to closing my mouth around it, to sliding up and down on its shaft. Like most guys, he is curved slightly upwards, and this is not the best position for depth.

“I’m going to move upside down like this,” I tell him. “No, you stay there.” I put my knees down around his shoulders. From this angle, I go down on him, and he is able to fully slide his dick down the curve of my tongue into my throat. I’m surprised by how far he can go. It must have gotten larger from our activities.

My underwear covered butt is in over his face, and I am surprised to feel him lifting his face, nuzzling his nose into my perineum through my PUMP briefs. I take this as encouragement and start to suck him of. When he starts to thrust I simply remain still to let him.

I taste salty precum filling my mouth. He is getting close, so I get beside him. I nuzzle his neck, giving him soft kisses to let him calm down.

“What was your favourite so far?” I ask him.

“That one. That is my favourite!” he tells me.

“Then we will do that again, but last.” My other hand is stroking him, and I whisper in his ear. “No cumming. Unless it’s in my mouth.”

“Do you want me to cum?”

“Nah, ” I tell him. “I want you to beg for it.”

With that, I get down between his legs again, and very slowly lick his balls, then up his shaft, and swirl my tongue around it. But when I finally look up, he is facing the ceiling again.

Faking anger, I get up and grab the pillows behind him, moving them forward under his upper back. “I want you to watch me,” I order. “Never take your eyes off me.”

This time, as I lick him, he stares down. My eyes are locked on his, and I can see every move I make echoed on his face, in the tiny twitches he makes. When I hit a particularly sensitive area, his head settles back against the pillow

“No. Look at me!” I tell him.

His head pops up again and he forces his eyes open, to watch as I plunge my mouth down on his member.

“But I want to cum!”

Immediately I stop. “OK. We will go back to your favourite. Then,” I say deliberately, “I am going to let you cum in my mouth.” Slowly I get up and turn my body, lift my leg over his head, and plant my knees down on either side of him. I lower my head down, and slowly suck his penis into my mouth until it is down my throat and I am almost gagging.

Behind me, he gasps, and feel him lift his head up. He is rubbing my perineum again through my briefs. I let my weight down, shoving my tightly covered balls down onto his chin. He loves it. At once, he excitedly begins to thrust his dick up from the bed into my mouth. All I have to do is stay still. With each thrust I hear him give a high pitched muffled cry, and I can feel his hot breath moisten my briefs. His thighs are getting sweaty now as he thrusts his crotch frantically into my facehole. I am gripping his cock between my lips, smiling, because I know in all his life he has never experienced these sensations.

And now I can taste it, salty and crisp, and when I feel his penis pulsing against my upper lip I know he is finally shooting his load. I have been edging him for 45 minutes, and making him wait. And for two years, maybe all his life, he has never been able to ejaculate into anything except his hand. He’s stopped thrusting now, but he’s still gasping while his penis pumps an impossible amount of sperm deep inside my warm wet mouth. I suck and squeeze it with my lips, milking it out of him, until he finally yelps and pulls away.

I roll off of him, slide my arm under his back, and hold him close to me while he pants and recovers. It takes two gulps for me to swallow his load. He is silent for a few minutes.

“Are you still nervous?” I ask him.

Eyes closed, he smiles. “No,” he says, barely moving his lips, nearly falling asleep in my arms.





Morning Wood Again

It’s not even 8am, and I’m standing in a hallway at the door of an apartment in Toronto. I fumble for my phone and double check the message.

“Door’s unlocked, u can come in and lock the door and come to my room and suck me.”

Heart pounding, I open the door. The bright sunny apartment is welcoming, but I feel like a prowler as I turn around and try to figure out the door lock. It won’t turn. I glance over my shoulder, half expecting a woman to walk out of the bedroom and start screaming. Finally I get the door closed by pulling it slightly while turning the deadbolt.

I round the kitchen island and can see into the bedroom. A pair of tan brown legs is sprawled out on the floor mattress. I get closer and see his cock and massive round balls. The thin 24yo asian guy smiles at me. “Hi,” he says.

Relieved, I take off my shirt and shorts and drop them by the bedroom door. I turn to look at him. Two years ago, back in Montreal, we’d chatted on Jack’d and he invited me over from my hotel. He liked my style, and I visited him each morning I was there there. Now I’m on a business trip again and we would pick up from where we’d left off. He is tall and slender, and just as I’d written, his balls are like a massive tennis ball. I collapsed forward onto the mattress and give them a sniff. I don’t think he’s showered yet. Wonderful! I give them a long lick, eager to taste his musk.

“Oh yeaaaahhhhh,” he says and shifts  his legs to give me access to his scrotum. I lick it, and dig my tongue between the skin of his thighs.

“Better get that precum,” he says. I reach out and shift his cock, and see a slick drop oozing out of the slit. I suck on it like a lollipop, tasting the sweet salty flavour of his juices.

Suddenly his pulls his crotch away, getting up onto his knees. “Lay down,” he tells me. Having reviewed my story on the way here I’m excited to lay down because I know what he likes. I put my head into the dent of the pillows where his was just a second ago and wait.

He puts a knee over my chest and sidles up to my head. He grasps his dick and slaps my cheek a few times with it, smiling at the power he has over me. Finally he straddles my whole face and dips his massive ball sack into my mouth.

I lick it and my eyes drink in the curves of the most intimate parts of his body. He is small and lean, yet his butt has cute curves. I suck it and try unsuccessfully to get even one ball through my lips. They are too big. Instead, I lightly tease them and very slightly nibble the silky smooth skin with my teeth.

With a slight shift of his hips, he jabs his dick against my lips. “Suck that cock.”  I open up and he stares into my eyes, gleefully watching his dick plunge into my mouth. He reaches behind himself and into my own underwear, pulls out my own massive hardon and strokes it with one hand.

“You like that?” he asks. “You want more?” He pulls out and then swings himself around, planting his butt in my face as he spreads his cheeks. I obediently stick out my tongue, and plunge it into his tight asshole. He gives a cute squeak of pleasure every time I do.

He shifts his body again, leans forward, and with one hand pushes his cock out and over my waiting lips. When we have contact, he lowers himself into my mouth again, and I feel my nose being smothered by his balls. At the same time I feel his soft warm lips around my own cock head. He gently sucks the tip, gingerly tasting it. I show him my pleasure my massaging his cock in my mouth with my tongue. He gasps with pleasure and my dick falls to my abdomen as he begins to fuck my face.

After a few moments, makes me get up and again takes my place on the bed, lying face up. I quickly get between his legs and start to suck on his cock, plunging it all the way in and out. I can tell he’s close now.

“You want to swallow?” he asks.

“Mmmm hmmmm,” I moan, not wanting to release it for a second.

“Oh yeaahhh, oh fuck, suck that cock,” he breaths, and then digs his elbows into the mattress, lifting his butt off the blanket, shoving himself further through my lips. I keep moving my tongue in circling motions, so even if he doesn’t move he can’t help but get stimulated. But then he starts to thrust his hips and I can taste more precum as it leaks from his dick.

I feel his hand on the back of my head, holding me in  place. His body leans to the side as In the throws of by pleasure he’s able to balance on one arm as he frantically humps up into my face.

“Fuck man, suck that cum out,” he orders, as a second later his dick pulses in my mouth and expels the first blob of his seed. Quickly I plunge down on his member so he can feel the pleasure of shooting his load as deeply as possible. Only in the heat of the moment I had forgotten the secret of his massive balls. He quickly fills my throat and, unable to swallow with my mouth full of cock, I feel myself start to choke on his cumload. I sputter and mange to keep it down. Finally, his butt collapses back onto the bed and my head follows. I massage out the last drops with my lips as he lays there panting.

As I get dresssed, I tell him, “I’m real glad we could get together.”

“You know, I was just at your hotel visiting my friend when you snapchatted me,” he says.

“What what an amazing coincidence that you’re living in Toronto now.”

“Yeah,” he says. “I might move back to Montreal soon.”

Well, I know where my next trip will be.

Pride Day at the Spa

This is different. I don’t typically get a wristband when I check in to the Sheraton in Toronto. It seems out of place, and cheapens the experience. I look at the petite Chinese woman at the check-in counter quizzically.

“This is for your security, sir. This weekend we are not allowing overnight visitors due to an event.”

“What’s the event?” I asked.

She looks shocked, leans forward and mouths, “It’s the Pride parade.”

“Oh yeah,” I say trying to pretend I only momentarily forgot. This business trip was getting a lot more interesting.

Outwardly, I have always politely ignored pride parades. Inwardly, I used to loath them. Gayness, I reasoned, should not be flaunted. Why could they not suppress their urges, as I had? I had gotten along perfectly well, married a loving woman, had kids. It wasn’t too difficult for me to just keep this side of myself locked away. I kept my eyes up and away in the Goodlife change rooms. Sure, I had gay acquaintances, and made polite conversation, but I always avoided them otherwise. They made no attempt at self-control. I did not hate them, but I hated the unfairness that they saw no need to contain it.

That all changed a year ago. After I took some medication for depression, something inside changed. I felt confident. I brazenly fooled around with men, and it energized me. I fretted at my lack of guilt. It was if my conscience had been switched off. I could see things on two levels at once. Intellectually, I knew that was doing was unquestionably wrong, as I was committed to my wife. But as long as I was careful, it would not hurt anybody, and most importantly, it didn’t feel wrong. It made me happy, and gave me a spring in my step that she noticed and appreciated. My bitterness about our dead bedroom was gone. I was free to love and spoil her, in the nonsexual ways she wanted. What did it matter if I spoiled myself too?

I push open the heavy door to my hotel room, drop my things on the floor, splash some water on my face, and set off in the direction of the festivities.

The streets are barricaded for several blocks approaching Church street. The party is on the long street, the centre of the Toronto Gay Scene. Rainbow coloured and pink tented booths are set on on either side of the wide avenue, and the festivities stretch off endlessly in both directions. One booth offers free corn dogs, and these are easily deep throated by countless jokers. My weakness is poutine. For a moment, I rest my hand on my almost-abs under my thin T-shirt. Fuck it.  I buy a container and dig into it with gusto while I slowly stroll through the throng.

Unlike the photos on the news, the people are almost normal. Some are topless, sure, but it’s a hot day. I only saw one thing extreme: A thin, bearded man, his leathery skin parched by the sun, walks nude with his flaccid dick dangling low between his legs. He holds a cardboard sign with his twitter handle scrawled on it in black marker. He enjoys the craning necks of the crowds that pass him.

A familiar face appears in the masses walking towards me. He’s brown-skinned and black-bearded. He walks, guffawing and joking with his arms locked around the shoulders of another man and  a woman. He looks up, and when he sees me, his big brown eyes brighten. He grins, breaks away from the group and runs toward me, shouting “Hey. Hey! Don’t be a stranger!”

I smile, spread my arms and we embrace warmly. Back in University Town, while his boyfriend was away, I had sucked his dick many times, and most recently, I had made him writhe in desperation, aching for release in his shower. But I can’t really say anything. Is that his boyfriend there now, eyeing us? The moment passes, and we both continue on our way.

Further on, the crowd grows thick and hard to walk through. Fences confine us to the sidewalks. Suddenly my eyes widened as I see Justin Trudeau, just steps away from me. His aides usher him into a van. He suddenly brushes them aside, flashes his smile at a camera and speaks soundlessly into a microphone, getting in one last sound bite. He keeps talking even as the suits finally succeed in stuffing him inside and the van pulls away

The parade was starting now. A marching band playing trumpets and big booming drums marches past. Maybe if I were with friends, this would be fun, but alone it is just another parade. A group of black women, clad in black and gold march past. One is angry and shouting into the crowd with a megaphone. I leave the commotion, and make my way back down Church street. I have a plan, and it feels like the right time to do it.

If you walk far enough, the crowds disappear, and you get to an unremarkable street. In the middle of a long brick wall are some ornate wooden doors. They are marked simply with the words SPA EXCESS. I slink toward them, pretending that I am on my way somewhere else. A the last second, I pull one open and disappear inside.

I’ve been here before, but there was nobody around at the time. I successfully visited the bathhouse without touching anybody. Today, anything might happen.

Up the stairs, a small cashier’s window has a hastily written sign above it. This weekend, it says, there will be no student discounts. Business is good. I wait awkwardly, ashamed in my own skin, while the clerk lets a couple of guys exit before he gets to me.

“I’d like a locker, please.” I shove a crisp twenty dollar bill towards the window. The clerk expressionlessly hands me the key and the small white towel. I take a deep breath and duck in through the door, head down. The bar area is never busy. A fat, bearded man sits at a table, reading his iPhone. He’s wearing nothing but the skimpy towel. I feel conspicuous. I’ve got to get out of these street clothes.

I head past the bar to the stairs. It takes a couple of tries before I find the floor where the lockers are. All around the room, slowly changing rainbow lights illuminate bubbles coursing through plastic tubes. A hot stud is seated there, taking off his shoes. The black light makes his skin purple and his teeth and towel light up like torches.  I quickly find my locker in the meagre glow. Without looking at the guy, I quickly take off my shorts, shirt, and boxers, and carefully wrap the towel around myself, and shove my things into a heap in the bottom of the box.

I head upstairs. In the staircase, I pass a tall and blonde haired guy. He looks at me hungrily as I hurry past him.

Upstairs is where the people are, but so are all the walls. A central hallway divides the floor. To the left is a corridor of private rooms. To the right is an opening into darkness. Guys are everywhere., walking briskly through the halls, not speaking, trying not to look at each-other. Dance music blares from the speakers, but it is not enough to drown out the sounds of gasping grunting pleasure from somewhere.

I slowly walk down the central hallway, so I will not look lost. The only one with clothes is an employee. He sits on a stool reading his phone. In front of him on a small table is a basket of condoms and lube.

Just past him is a bathroom, and further on, the other entrance to the maze. The screams are louder here. I turn the corner and enter. Just around another bend is a small alcove, lit with red lights. A small crowd of guys sit on boxes around the edges, looking dour. In the middle, a guy is in the sex swing, screaming rhythmically as he is fucked. The top holds onto his legs firmly, concentrating on his task while the others watch and wait their turn.

I suddenly feel weak and scared. I continue around another corner, leaving the cries behind me. It’s darker here, and there’s a bench, so I sit down.

The only light comes from a long, narrow window in front of me, looking out onto some white tiles. As I watch, a man comes up to the window, pulls out his cock, and pisses on it. It’s one way glass, and this is the bathroom I saw coming in. I watch as another dick comes in and empties into the trough. This one is dark skinned, cut, and very thick. I try to imagine the guy from his crotch. In a moment I am stroking myself, and the towel lays on the bench beside me.

“Hi,” a voice comes from the darkness, and I bolt upright and fling the towel over my penis. The voice came from an Asian man, standing and blocking me into my little corner. He is well built and has defined abs. Only a wisp of grey in his temples belie his age.

“Come, let’s go to your room,” he tells me.

“I don’t have a room,” I tell him. “And I uh, I just like to suck.”

“It’s good. Let’s go,” he says, pointing somewhere outside.

“No I’m OK,” I tell him.

“What you mean?”

“Well I’m a little concerned about STIs…”

“It’s fine. I clean!” he says enthusiastically gesturing to his crotch .

“No.” I say firmly. “I’m good for now.”

The pushy Asian rolls his eyes and disappears into the darkness.

I take a deep breath. I’m flustered and I need to walk. I rush through the rest of the maze now.

The walls feel bumpy. They are just made of plywood, coated with layers of black paint over

layers of use over more layers of paint. I stumble out into the hallway, and keep going. Now I”m in the room section.

Most of the doors are closed or only half open. I peek inside one, and see a large bottom, pointed at the door, its owner’s head buried in the pillow. “Come in,” I hear his muffled voice beckon. I quickly move on.

In the next room, I see a young brown man lying on his back, reading his phone. His cock sticks up into the air, and his balls hang down over his shaved crack. The sight turns me on. I keep going. When I get to the end of the hall, I glance back, and see his head sticking out of the room. He quickly ducks back inside when I spot him.

I circle back around and lazily make the route again, and this time when I arrive at his room, I take a breath and duck inside. The man couldn’t have been more than 20. He lazily lay back on his bed, knees spread apart, looking sexy as fuck.

“Hi there,” I tell him.

“Hey bud, you party?” he asks me, barely moving to face me.

I pause, not knowing how to answer. “By party, do you mean marijuana?”

He chuckles. “Yeah.”

“No sorry. I just wanted to see if you wanted a blowjob?”

He looks down at his cock and laughs at me. “I’ve been here since Friday,” he tells me. “I’ve fucked so many guys I can’t count. No way, I’m taking a break!”

He spots something on my hand.

“Hey man you’re married?!

“Yeah I am,” I admit.

He looks agitated, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t be here!”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.”

He grabs my wrist, looks at me in the eye, pleading. His pupils are wide as platters. “You gotta be careful bud. People lie.”

Ashamed, I jerk free from his grip and leave his room, closing the door on him behind me.

So far this has been terrible. I’m all tense now, so I head downstairs to the spa.

I hang my towel and key on the hook and hope nobody steals it. A muscular black man is showering. His robust rear is facing me. I take the faucet across from him, and try to look at him as much. When he’s done wiping his face, I spin my head back so he doesn’t see me, close my eyes, and imagine his body. It is a pleasant picture.

I’m nude, and it feels strange as I walk past him, dripping wet, to the hot tub. A couple of guys are in there already. One  is watching the TV, and the other leans back against the tiles with his eyes half closed. I strut past him, showing off my body, and slowly lower myself into the hot, surging waters. I find a spot on the side, where I can see the TV, and relax as the jets massage my lower back.

When I look back to the entrance for the black guy, instead I get a shock. There, staring at me, is the pushy Asian. He makes no move to get in. When he catches my eye, he backs away, and disappears into the other room again. Fuck, I feel like I’m being followed.  To make sure he’s gone, I watch vintage porn on the TV for a while longer. The other two guys quietly leave before I start to get too hot, and pull myself up onto the tiles again.

I quickly shower off again, trying not to think of the hundreds of loads that must have been dumped into that water. Beside the shower is another door. I open it and peek inside. A blast of dry heat hits my face, with the scent of cedar and cleaning chemicals. I’ve stumbled into a sauna. At the other end, a group of four guys stand around. On the bench, a guy lies on his side, awkwardly getting fucked. He lies at this awkward angle because another man grasps his head, making him suck his dick. It is quiet here, the only sounds are the slurping and sliding of flesh.

One of the men sitting the bench spots me. It is the pushy Asian again. I duck out of the room. I find my towel on the hook and dash up the stairs.

I’m wandering through the darkest part of the maze. In an open area, a large structure with steps lets you climb and look down at the floor below. I climb it, but there is a bald man at the top, so I tip-toe back down. As I walk around the structure, I see eyes peering out. The men have a hiding place, where they wait for their prey, beckoning them to connect. I’m constantly adjusting my towel, pulling it tighter around myself. I feel so vulnerable and out of my element. I have no idea what I want to do. It’s thrilling.

Someone stands in my way, lightly grasping my arm. We’re so close, I can feel his hot breath on my face. I’m looking into the eyes of my Asian friend.

I feel a rush of anger. Reviews of the spa consistently complain of pushy Asians. I thought this was merely racism, but now it’s confirmed. Everything I’ve read in the Bathhouse Blues blog says this is a massive breach of etiquette. I’ve rejected him already and he should move on. I open my mouth to tell him so.

“Suck me,” he says.

“Okay,” I say quietly.

He clasps my hand, and turns, briefly surveying the place. This is his territory. He leads me away, through the dark hallways. We pass the window to the urinal without pausing, and head straight toward the sex swing. I wonder what I will do if I have an audience.

At the last moment, we swerve to the side. He opens a door, peeks inside, and motions for me to go in. The space is a closet, with barely enough room for one person. I enter and crouch before him. Everything darkens as he stands in the doorway, and half closes the door behind him. As I look up at him expectantly, he lets down his towel.

I can barely see the outline of his erection. I let it sit against my face, and then, heart pounding, I stick out my tongue and lick his soft ballsack. They smell like the soap in the spa area. Slowly I let my tongue explore,. while his penis rests against my nose, threatening to reach my eye. I try desperately to catch a glimpse of it, but I cannot see any signs of disease in the darkness. Finally, I open my mouth and let it slide in through my lips.

He moans and rests his hands on my head while I suck him to hardness. Soon, I am bobbing up and down on his cock and he is moaning louder and louder. I wonder, how often does he come here? He came after me so casually. I imagine he gets his cock sucked right here in this closet, every single day, just by asking and being shot down over and over.

He grabs his cock and slaps it against my lips, staring down at me in complete comfort. Then he lets go, and I’m forced to resume the bobbing.

“I cum soon,” he says.

I look up at him and keep on sucking. I live for this.

“You swallow?!” he exclaims, thrilled. Then, grabbing my shoulders, he thrusts with a renewed vigor. I feel the smoothness of his cock sliding and hitting the back of my mouth, sometimes scraping against my molars.

“Ooooooh,” he groans and thrusts into my mouth, and I feel him exploding onto my tongue. The man is shaking as an orgasm blasts through every muscle in his body.

Then, without another word, he wipes off my spit with the towel and deftly ties it back onto his body, and he is gone. The door swings shut with a creak, almost hitting me in the face.

The fun is over, and I think I’ve had all I can take.

When I open the door to leave, I am taken aback. There, waiting patiently, is the muscular black guy from the shower. He stares straight at me with his deep set eyes, and it is clear that he has been waiting in a queue of one for his chance to be with me.

I back up into the closet again and beckon him to come in with me. He saunters up and drops his towel. Tiny curls of black hair cover his nether regions. He positions himself in front of my face breathlessly, then looks on with anticipation. His penis is so long,  it dangles downwards even while erect.

I run my hands along the smooth, black skin on his legs, feeling every hard curve of his brawn. Then, eager to please him, I engulf his tremendous penis between my lips.

I love the taste of black. I suck in a huge breath, pulling his musky scent into my lungs as if I could consume his manliness and make it mine.

I’m still carried away from the blowjob I just gave, so instead of giving him the buildup he deserves I immediately begin to suck and bob my head.  I cup my hands under his balls. Their weight is like two massive ball bearings in my palm.  I slide my hands around to his ass, and let my fingers dip slightly into its crevice, admiring the hard muscularity of his body.

I can taste his precum, delicious and sweet, and I try to with futility to force more of it down into my throat.

Inexplicably, he tears himself away. I am stunned, and I almost want to cry. What did I do wrong? The man cock disappears into the towel, out of reach. I look up into his face, searching for an explanation, but I get none. With a turn of his body he is gone, vanishing behind the dark wall into the maze.

I get to my feet, and stumble away, grimacing at my  numb legs welling with pins and needles. He just didn’t want to cum yet, I tell myself. Maybe he just got here.

As for myself, I’m done. I walk purposefully down the hall, back towards the locker room. There are fantasies, and there is stupidity, and it’s too easy to give in here .

Back in the locker room my Asian friend is closing his locker. He’s already fully dressed in his shirt and Chinos.

“You’re leaving already?” he says.

“Yeah, I guess I got what I wanted.”

Another fun adventure.

Takuya

Takuya. He looks kind of the character from Heros whom I had a major crush on. Only with better abs.

He’s been in Canada only a few weeks, and he returns to Japan next year. Small talk is impossible. He asks me to repeat myself three times when I comment on the weather. In my hotel room, we smile at each other and he politely strips for me. His cock is thick as bratwurst and his glans seems to be ready to bust out of its foreskin. I drop on my knees in front of him, and start to lick his balls. I grab his hands and place them on my head. He gasps at every motion I make, so it’s clear I have to take it easy. I take my time working my way to the tip, and when I swallow him he sighs appreciatively, and sits shifts to sit down on the bed.

Despite the initial gasps, nothing is really happening. I do enjoy looking up his fat-free abdomen. Never mind abs, I can see every supple curve carved out of his obliques. They shift when he moves like a milk chocolate sheet of satin. He motions for me to come up to him, so I do, and then he parts his lips and we kiss.

A kiss is hit and miss with me. With Takuya, it feels right, and my cock stirs in my briefs. I run my hands over his hard body and I squeeze his ass. We tumble playfully, and I end up on top of him, fighting a hot tongue war, while he wrenches down my underwear.

We tumble again and now he slowly kisses his way down my belly to my crotch. He looks up at me questioningly. “Is OK?” He asks.

I nod. “Yes, please suck,” I tell him. It is rare that I allow someone to return the favour. I simply get more pleasure out of giving. But I was beginning to wonder if it was a cultural issue. Perhaps he could not allow himself to cum until he had pleased his host.

But – oh yes, this is nice – it has been ages since I’ve been in such softness. His mouth feels so good, I can’t resist thrusting a little. He gurgles and gags, valiantly trying to please me.

When he looks up, I ask him, very clearly enunciating the words, “Do you like cum in your mouth?”

“Yes cum. I swallow.”

“How about we 69? OK?” I spin around in the bed. He smiles in agreement, then lowers his head and upside-down kisses my lips again. After more making out, he climbs up on top of me and his thick cock hangs over my face. I crane my head back and suck it.

He is sucking my dick, gagging and gurgling. I am very pleased to have his dick in my throat, but he is not really doing anything with it, and from the bottom, there isn’t much you can do if he’s not thrusting. I massage his cute balls, silky soft ping pong sized, the palm of my hand, and run my fingers along the plasticy smooth wrinkles of his anus.

I think he really wants me to cum first, so I resolve to oblige. At the next opportunity, I spin around again, then paw his head down to my cock. I moan and thrust, and not hurrying at all, enjoy the feeling of his mouth on my cock. I run my hands through his spiky black hair. I love watching him, sucking so hard he’s fishy faced. I raise my knees up on either side of his ears, and face fuck him.

My legs fall away and I mash my crotch up into him, curling my toes as I feel myself cumming. He swallows it all, licks his lips and smiles at me.

“Thank-you,” I tell him. When he stands up, I’m afraid he might leave, so I tell him, very clearly, “Now it’s your turn.”

He smiles and lays back down on the bed, and I flop down between his legs, resting on my belly. When I get my mouth around his dickm I immediately I notice the difference. He has satisfied his host, and now it seems he is ready to take the pleasure that I offer him. I move my head up and down, and he slowly bucks his hips. He brings his legs closer together, as every muscle tenses.

“I cum now,” he informs me, and I feel a flood fill my mouth. This load is huge, and keeps coming in waves, even dwarfing my encounter on Monday. It is delicious, and as I’ve never had so much before, I notice that it burns slightly when served in such quantities. Finally, he shudders and orgasm stops, and I let him pop out of my mouth with a slurp, and swallow his thick load. It goes down and tingles like fire in my throat.

I get up and start to look for my underwear. But I hear him call. He’s still laying there, hand around his cock. He motions to me with two fingers, bringing them to his mouth. “Kiss,” he says. “More. K-Kiss now?”

I grin at him. Sure. I leap onto the bed beside him, reach around, and bring my lips down to his. His kiss is electrifying, so soft and wet, I am happy to keep going as long as we can. I press down, move more of my body over his, stealing his lips for my pleasure.

Thats when I feel the first spurt hit my elbow. I look down in shock and see another missle, white as cream and thick as honey, shoot from his cock, as he pumps it furiously between his thumb and forefingers.

Immediately, I move down to it. His knuckles bang against my chin as I bring my lips over to his slit and suck in air, as if using a drinking fountain. I see waves of tension release as an orgasm again rips through his body, and I do my best to capture as much as I can through my lips as his pleasure slowly dies down. At last, he releases the head to me, and I suckle it slowly, as much as I dare, before his sensitivity sets in.

“You like?” he laughs.

I look up at him. “Yes. Yes I like!”

He lovingly brushes his finger against my cheek, mopping up a quivering glob of his seed, and holds it out for me to lick.

In a moment, we are embraced again, kissing, sharing the taste of him. Our bodies press together and we tumble in the bed, entwined with the pure pleasure of release.

After he’s showered and dressed, he points to the corner of my hotel room and tells me, “I move in here tomorrow.”

“Oh, really?” I say, smile faltering. I’m going to have to bolt my door when he leaves. I didn’t think my blowjobs were that good.

He cocks his head a little more, looks around, as if trying to find the words, and points to the wall. “K– Queen street. I moving to Queen street tomorrow.” He smiles at me.

Well, that’s a relief. “If I’m ever in town again, I’ll look you up!”

Threesome at the Hotel

I’m waiting in the tiny lobby of the Pantages hotel in downtown Toronto. Unlike the Sheraton, the elevators here require a keycard to work, so this makes arranging a threesome a little more interesting. I wonder who will arrive first?

A young guy, Eric, messaged me in University Town yesterday morning. When I told him I’d actually be in Toronto for the week, he enthusiastically told me that’s where he was from. I had already made plans for the first night of my trip, but they quickly changed to a threesome.

At 6 pm, I see him walk in the door and I make eye contact. The 20 year old had warned me twice that he was stocky. When I reassured him that it was cool, he sent a terribly lit bathroom photo with love handles spilling over his tight underwear. Fine! I was prepared for anything. It’s hard enough to get three people to agree to meet over Grindr, so you can’t be choosy.

In person, though, he looked like a different guy. He is strong and trim. With some confidence, and a new photo, he could do well.

“Hey,” he says, shaking hands with me before he sits down on the chair facing me.

“Sorry we couldn’t meet earlier,” I told him, “I went out to dinner with a friend.” During dinner, he had messaged me, pleading to meet earlier, but since I was out, I had to tell him no.

“It’s OK,” he says, looking slightly pained as leans back in the chair, and presses his hand against his bladder.

“We just have to wait for Jack now… Actually, I think that’s him.” It has been 13 months since I’d seen Jack’s face, but I instantly knew him. Last July, I was over at his apartment for my first threesome. After his wedding, however, he had given up playing around. Still, he sometimes pops up on Grindr, and quickly agreed to meet in Toronto. The threesome was his idea. Jack is incredibly fit. His dark shirt covers his perfect V-shaped frame.

Back in my room, the air is musty and hot. I only had time to throw my bag down when I arrived this afternoon. Jack tracks down the thermostat and turns it on for us.

“I think Eric has something he’d like to do first… desperately.” I say, winking.

“Yes,” he exclaims. We quickly get out of our clothes on the way to the bathroom, except Eric keeps his shirt on. He stands in front of the shower, holding his cock.

I’m on my knees, and Jack stands in the doorway, watching with curiousity. But with Jack nude now, we are both transfixed by his perfectly toned body. Apparently, volleyball can do wonders for your physique.

“I might have to go too,” he says.

“Hmmm… Shall we make Eric wait?” I say, and here our young friend gasp.

“Nah, that’s too cruel. Go ahead”

I turn to face Eric, and very slowly move toward his flaccid penis. He pulls back the foreskin a little. I wrap my mouth around it, and he lets out a sigh as he relaxes. Too quickly, the flood is unleashed. I can’t swallow fast enough, and some spills out and down my chin as I close my mouth. Last night, Eric had bragged that he would have about one litre for me. As I gulp down each mouthful, I feel my belly quickly filling, and I wonder if I’m going to have to stop. But I can’t stop because then I’d be drenched. Instead I have to keep gulping it down as quickly as he can piss it out. When he is finally done, I suck the last few drops straight out of his dick.

I turn to Jack who’s been watching with curiosity.

“Well now it’s too late. I’m hard,” he says.

We laugh and stare at his dick, sticking straight out at me. I can’t resist and plunge my mouth over it. He gasps and holds my head as I start to blow him. I’m in candyland; on my knees in front of two dicks.

“Shall we move to the bed?” Eric asks when I finally let go to breathe.

The two men lie back on my fresh white hotel sheets. I reach under Jack’s thighs, pull myself up to him and go down on balls and cock. He gasps as I take him into my throat.

“Wow you’re good at deep throat now,” he exclaims appreciatively.

I’m excited by the praise and suck on him with more gusto. But I remember all those months ago he came very quickly, and by the way he is bucking his hips up, history might repeat, so I have to back off.

You taught me how,” I tell him. “By force, as I recall!”

I will never let him forget that.

Eric has been watching patiently. I look into his eyes and start to work on him again. His cock is slippery with precum. He moans appreciatively, and I feel the underside of his dick hardening.

I’m kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, and I feel Jack grabs my cock and starts to jerk it. Then I feel the hotness of his body behind me, and something warm and hard pressing against my butt crack. Jack is lightly humping my butt now, It feels so arousing. I have never let anyone inside, but just the feeling of him sliding further between my cheeks as he pleasures himself, while I suck on Eric’s penis, makes me feel like a whore. It is awesome.

Eric is enjoying my enthusiasm too. He starts to thrust up into my face, moaning.

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum,” he gasps. Then he holds his breath and plants his large hands on the back of my head, holding me in place, while he takes over the thrusting. I am so turned on I am high. I can’t wait to taste his load. He thrusts faster now, still holding his breath.

Finally, he gives a sexy grunt of release, and jabs himself against my throat, holding me there. I feel his cum forcing its way out and down my throat. Immediately I know there is going to be a lot of it. I feel like I’m about to choke, but thankfully he relaxes his grip on me and I’m able to back away slightly. With each pulse he squirts out a wave of cum and it fills my mouth. As the pulses die down, I suck him as long as I can, until he starts to soften, and then carefully pull back. I taste the huge wad of his jizz in my mouth, roll it around my tongue, and then swallow.

Eric sighs and collapses into the bed, spent.

I turn to Jack, and he is already laying beside Eric. He presses his cock out toward me. A clear drop of precum sits on his slit. I lap it up, and then start to suck on him, moving my lips back and forth over his sensitive head with reckless abandon.

“Oh yes!” gasps Jack and when I look up I see that Eric’s mouth is clamped over Jack’s nipple, and he’s running his hands over Jack’s perfect abs.

Jack moans as he experiences the pleasures of two mouths on him at once. His legs, which are hanging off the side of the bed, shoot up. A few seconds later, his cock pulses and the taste of sperm again floods my mouth.

As I suck him clean, I think that I really have to get more guys next time.

Jack reaches for my cock, so I get up onto the bed. Unfortunately, hand jobs rarely work for me, so I lay down with them and take over. As I stroke, their hands are everywhere, playing with my nipples, and my balls. A moment later, I lift my ass off the bed and shoot into the air. I feel some land on my face and chest, and more on my abdomen. I keep going.

“Wow, that is really a lot,” remarks Jack.

“It is indeed,” agrees Eric.

I look down at the puddle and grin proudly.

That was the first night.