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...