Romance can be fucking hot

The Spa Excess Sauna on Carlton Street, in Toronto, is always busy on a Friday night. It seems that all gay single guys just want to relax and start the weekend with a hot man-to-man encounter. As I walk into the lounge, the video shown features a master whipping the bare butt of a slave moaning with pleasure. A Black guy watches this hot scenario and his huge erection draws immediate attention. Two men in their thirties are already on their knees, ready to obey any order. But the Black guy does not react, he turns around, winks at me, says “My name is Steven”, and marches slowly to his room.

I’m Paul and I gladly follow him, thinking that he prefers to order around someone older. He’s around 50, fifteen years younger than me. Broad shoulders, muscular built, about 5’ 11” and 190 lbs, short black hair and beard, Steven smiles as I enter his cubicle, and presses his thick cock on my already bulging jockstrap. A rope, a paddle and a whip are well displayed on the bed. “OMG, he’s going to execute a BDSM choreography at my expense!”

On the contrary, Steven hands me the rope and says: “Tie my arms behind my back and slap my butt with the paddle. Don’t go softly, I can take it hard and rough!” He has chosen me as the master, a fantasy that I secretly cherish. Act 1 starts mildly, so to speak. Before slapping my slave’s ass, I kiss and lick it sensuously. After ten paddle strikes, his rump looks as tasty as a medium rare filet mignon. I then order Steven to bend down and open his legs so that I can bury my face in his crack. Even before my tongue reaches the divine brown hole, he’s moaning with pleasure. His 9-inch cock is rock solid and ready to explode as my tongue darts his rose bud with frenzy.

“Don’t cum now, Sex Slave, wait until I start whipping your balls and bazooka!”

“Gosh, I was wondering when you were going to take charge robustly, Master Paul.”

Act 2 means honoring Steven’s massive manhood with a firm and rough grip. Whip and mouth are set in motion. I pour a bit of oil on the leather strips used to manly caress Steven’s balls and mushroom, then suck his dark veined cock. The reward is an abundant creamy nectar bursting out to cover my face and his ebony stomach. Fuck, I had forgotten how Black and White man-to-man pleasure could be so hot. But Act 3 was still to unfold.

“I like older men and I adore getting rimmed”, says Steven. “I think you also had fun playing with my ass and my cock. Am I right, Paul?”

“One hundred percent, dear Steven. This is the hottest sex I’ve had in months, in years to be honest. If we could add cuddling, hugging and kissing passionately, it would be perfect.

“That’s exactly what I have in mind. Would you accept to come to my place for a better setting?”

“Your wish is my command!”

Steven lives in a very modern high-rise condo building. His unit is a large open space area: walls, floors, ceilings, and furniture are all white. Only the fridge, the stove, the huge TV screen and the computer are silver or black. He offers me a glass of wine and invites me to sit next to him on the sofa. In no time, we are cuddling and hugging warmly. He gently kisses me and I respond by saying: “I’m French-Canadian, so you get a French kiss.” Our tongues are so tasty. Steven and I become arouse in no time, and I assume that he’s ready to jump in bed, and offer me his juicy cock in return for my hungry ass. Not exactly the case…

“I want to sniff your bulging jockstrap and have wild sex, handsome Paul, but I want even more to make love, to feel your soul and heart. I’m tired of one-night stands.”

“We are on the same wave length, my friend. I’m also looking for someone with whom I could possibly enter into a long-term relationship.”

On that note, we go to the bedroom, strip each other down, caress, and cuddle warmly. For a good hour, we talk openly, frankly, sharing mutual feelings and aspirations. Steven offers to pour a second glass of French wine, and I offer another French kiss. We exchange on our respective fetishes, bondage and jockstrap. In both cases, it’s just an appetizer before a full-course meal. The main dish remains the romance.  

“Dessert can be served with whipped cream, if you know what I mean, Master Paul.”

“Of course, adorable SS –Slave Stephen–, let me get the flirting leather slapper I saw on your coffee table; get your 9-inch dispenser ready.

When I come back, Steven is kneeling on the bed; his hands cover a double-chocolate bulge and hold a pair of hand-cuffs. I arrest him and lock his hands behind his back. One, two, three slaps on the balls and the erection is in full bloom. One, two, three slaps on his dick and the moans of pleasure increase. I then decide to alternate the slaps between ass, balls and cock; the result is an eruption of whipped cream that I lick and share by kissing my slave

With a slave like Steven, romance can be fucking hot.