Toronto—January, 2020

You may be relieved to hear I didn’t play on January 1.  At all.  I slept.  I read.   I avoided writing.  I went out with my friend Franklin for some great conversation and a spicy chai tea.  In my original plan, I was to drive home that day, but Parker had suggested I stay for a sex party he was throwing with a friend I had met at Fukdto.  After the marathon fuck I’d had with Parker, it took very little arm twisting to make me add two days to my hotel reservation.

The next day I wrote a post and got ready for the late afternoon party.  It was at the same hotel as the less than stellar condom fuck/boot shine of a few days earlier.  It is a massive hotel, but I found the room easily. 

I am sitting in a chair, naked but for jock and boots.  The mutual friend from Fukd, Art, is on his knees giving me expert head.  We have exchanged blow jobs before at Fukd, but this is far nicer.  Parker is not here yet.  We are simply two horned tops getting to know each other better. 

He swallows me down, holds it, then rocks back on his heels as he comes up for air.  “That is a mouthful.”

I nod.

Art stands.  I suck on his decidedly above average dick.  Eventually he kneels again and does some more effortlessly deep throating of my shaft. 

Once again he comes up for air.  “Damn.  I was thinking I’d let you fuck me tonight, but there’s no way that’s going in me.”

*

Parker has arrived.  He is soon naked but for a jock and going back and forth sucking the two of us on the bed.  I love watching Art’s face when it is his turn in Parker’s mouth.  Finally, I slip down and eat Parker’s hole while he gets Art good and wet.

“Sit on him,” I tell Parker.  “Ride him.”  I don’t say ‘I want to lick his shaft as he fucks you,’ but that is exactly what I want.  He sits astride Art, facing forward.  I let them get a rhythm going and then crawl between Art’s splayed legs.  I lick his big balls.  He groans.  Parker feels me there and slows his descent on Art’s dick to give me a good taste.  I come around and kiss him.

There is a knock at the door.  The guys keep fucking and I open it.  An attractive daddy is there who waves to the two busy on the bed and strips to just socks.  He is a hot, grey haired otter with a thick beer can cock.  I go to my knees to get him ready for Parker’s ass.

“Oh, fuck…” he groans.  “Suck me.” 

He can’t take his eyes off the couple fucking. 

I can’t wait to see this fat cock go up Parker.

“Oh, shit!”  With no other warning the guy shoots in my mouth.  He is instantly apologetic, but starts getting dressed, only stopping to watch me reverse felch his load into Parker’s ass.  “That’s where I wanted to put it,” he says sheepishly. And is gone.

*

A 40 something Greek in next in the room.  He sucks our three cocks.  Parker tells me he is a terrific top—but Parker fucks him instead.  Then I fuck him.  The Greek instructs me how to fuck him—until suddenly he just shuts up and pants.

Two men in their 30’s arrive.  One man, Joe, undresses, one never does.  The Greek suddenly remembers an appointment and leaves with the bottom who never undressed.

I watch Art fucking the new arrival.  I fuck Parker.  We are each on separate beds.  I suggest we move over to the other one.  Suddenly the bottoms are side by side, both on all fours.  They turn to kiss each other as we impale them…

Parker is squeezing me hard.  I love how he milks my cock.  Art suddenly stops.  He excuses himself to go wash up.  And leaves soon after. 

Parker fucks Joe at my urging.  I want to taste both men in his ass.  I watch.  Parker has Joe on his back.  The kid has a face that registers every thrust.  Parker fucks him slowly—but hard.  The bed shakes each time he is impaled.  Finally he needs a breather.  I clean his cock and kiss him.

I lie down on the bed.  “Sit on my face,” I tell Joe.  He does.  Eagerly.  No one had bothered to rim him—they both just started plowing him.  His hole is wet and hot.  I stroke, but soon Parker’s mouth has replaced my hand.  The young man does poppers and begins to babble.  Cum drips into my mouth.  Fuck!  The kid had a load before he came here.  Or maybe Art shot.  I eat him out hungrily.  Every drop my tongue can reach.

“Switch,” I mumble, with my mouth full of hairless bubble butt.

Joe gets off me, Parker sits on my face—but Joes doesn’t suck me.  He rides me.  He’s tight—but the load is making for a terrific fuck.

“Eat my hole,” Parker grunts out.  “Then you need to fuck me.”  I lick out some of the cum that was already in my mouth—this time swallowing it.

Joe rolls off my dick.  Parker replaces him.  He bounces down on my cum wet dick with his own very wet ass.

I want Joe back on my face, but he takes a hit of poppers and licks my balls instead—just as I had done to Art.  It is an incredible feeling.

It is far later, with the delayed start to it all, than I was planning on.  I need to get off and pack for my morning departure.

I tell the guys to get side by side again.  They kiss and share poppers.  I rim one then the other.  Back and forth.  Soon I am fucking Parker and fingering Joe.  I pull out and reverse it, my cock sliding into Joe and my fingers playing in the wetness of Parker’s hole.

“Love this,” Joe hisses. 

I reverse, once more fucking Parker.  The sound of me wet fucking and three men breathing heavily is all you can hear. 

“You should load Joe,” Parker tells me.

I switch back.  I fuck him hard.  I will myself to cum—but my cock says no.

I slide back into Parker once more—and Bam!  I explode.  Three or five strong blasts.  I grab his hips and ride wave after wave of my orgasm…