I'd gone on a solo trip to Toronto. I'd just turned 30, and had a break up of sorts with a guy who was so fucking ambivalent about everything that he couldn't decide what day of the week it was, let alone if we were dating or fucking or what, so I was just DONE with all that, and wanted to just get laid. Hard dick was the objective.
It was a midweek trip - that's when I could take off from work - and I checked out a few of the bars - they were all welcoming and fun, though there wasn't much happening on a Tuesday. If I was trying to make this a sex vacation, it was flopping big time.
I didn't really have any idea where guys cruised in the city. I checked out a few places, but again, not much was happening. Too close to the busy tourist section, probably.
I went to a cluster of shops not far from King Street, which seemed to be a little closer to where the corporate business district was, figuring maybe I'd meet up with a local there. I started to look around, see what I could find.
Before I even walked into the men's room, I saw a very tall, handsome guy walk out. He saw me and got a big grin on his face.
I went in for a few minutes to see what was happening - nothing - and when I came back out, the tall guy was still standing nearby. Damn, he was hot. Blond hair tinged with a bit of gray, dressed in a suit that looked like it was made for him. Probably WAS made for him.
He walked over to me.
"Find what you were looking for?" Nice deep voice, a slight hint of a Canadian accent.
"No, not yet."
He got close to my ear and whispered. "In the mood to work on some nice hard cock?"
This was not my first time cruising, but I was shaking, scared and excited at the same time. I was also a lot younger and probably just dumb enough to take the risk. I nodded. Yeah, I was definitely in the mood.
"Come back to my hotel room with me?"
We walked a few blocks to what looked like a really nice hotel. I couldn't help but stare at my new friend the whole time. He was a step in front of me the whole time. I kept looking at his big hands and feet, and that suit. I was next to him in khakis and a hoodie, looking exactly like the tourist I was, struggling to keep up.
We got into the elevator and he flashed a big smile at me. I could see how hard he was already, and I smiled back, even if my hands wouldn't stop shaking.
"No need to be nervous, buddy. This will be fun."
We got to his room, and before he could get the key out of his pocket, the door opened.
What he hadn't told me when he'd invited me to his room.....was that he wasn't going to be the only one there. He had three other guys in there with him. All in suits, all wearing ties.
All nice suits, too. All nice Italian leather shoes. These dudes were not poor. They weren't trolling the gutters. Somehow, I'd been picked to come back to the room.
I walked in, unsure what exactly was about to happen.
In addition to the tall blond/gray daddy who found me, there was a stockier dark haired guy, and a guy with gray hair, glasses and a neatly trimmed beard. The fourth guy, a smaller, lean blond guy, stood off to the side.
"You brought us a big beefy boy today," the dark haired guy said. Australian accent.
Today? Guess these guys had done this before.
Oh shit, these guys all wanted me to blow them. All of them. It's what my finder said, after all: was I in the mood to work on some hard cock?
One? Two? Three? Four?
Was I okay with that?
By that point, I was sitting on a bench at the foot of the bed. My finder walked up to me and took my face in his hands.
"I think it's only fair I get to be the first," he said. "Unzip me."
My hands were still shaking, but I did as I was told. He had on cloth boxers that made it easy for me to reach inside.
I fished out his cock, a beautiful uncut cock, and started tasting him, working my tongue into his foreskin.
"Ah, this cocksucker knows how to handle uncut dick!" he said. "Yeah, baby, work on my leaky fucking dick."
His deep voice just made me hornier, and hungrier. The others were muttering in the background too, watching.
The gray haired bearded daddy and stocky dark haired guy stepped closer, and I couldn't see their cocks, but I knew they were jerking them.
My finder was groaning and I could tell he was getting close, so I worked my mouth harder and tighter, trying to thrust as far down on his dick as I could and -
"Motherfucker, take it," he said, as he spurted in my mouth, hard. I was trying to catch it all, wanted to swallow it and -
"Don't swallow, mate," the Australian said. "Open wide."
The Aussie had a fat cock, incredibly fat, and he wanted to stick it in my mouth with his coworker's load still there, and that alone made me want to just fucking cum that second, but I obeyed his order, and pretty soon his cock was covered with my spit and his buddy's cum.
He wasn't as slow or patient or gentle as his buddy. He put his hands on the back of my head and just started pistoning my mouth, one stroke after the other, so it was no surprise that it took no time before his dick twitched and belched out some thick ropes of cum.
At this point I needed to swallow, needed it, needed to really savor and taste the cum from these two insanely hot guys on my tongue, and I did, two loads from two hot dudes mixing together.
I took a breath and felt a hand on my shoulder. The gray haired, bearded guy looked down at me and smiled.
"You okay, son? Ready for daddy's cock?"
I had to close my eyes, tight. Don't know how he knew saying THAT would work for me but holy fuck it worked for me. When he said that, I was so close to shooting I had to take a few moments.
When I opened my eyes, the gray haired daddy was still standing in front of me. He had a nice cut cock, a big knob, and I started to slurp it, loudly, hungrily. Gray Daddy gently stroked my hair.
"You're so good at this. So good. Keep sucking like that. Lick my knob, babes."
I'd lost any fucking sense of place or control by this point. One suit and tie type guy was a fantasy. I had a roomful of them and two of them had already cum in my mouth. My brain was fried. I'd turned feral, just a cock sucking machine that wanted more.
"C'mon son, make daddy pop. Daddy's gonna pop in that hot wet mouth of yours."
A few more slurps and Gray Daddy spurted, his salty load overwhelming my senses. I knew if I even touched my cock I was gone.
The shorter blond guy who'd stood off to the side and watched knelt down before me. "I think it's your turn now, buddy."
He unzipped me with a big grin on his face. I was so surprised I couldn't even speak.
"Won't last long," I managed to get out before he took my fat cock in his mouth.
I looked up and saw the other three guys, dicks still in their hands, and they did the whole encouraging thing, cheering on their buddy, cheering me on, telling me to shoot it and -
BAM.
I came so hard my vision went white, then black. I was loud, probably ridiculously loud. I filled the blond dude's mouth and when I finally opened my eyes, I could see drops of my load running down his chin.
Of course. there really isn't established etiquette for how to extricate yourself a situation like that, but we all zipped up, and the guys were all friendly, with my finder patting me on the back, and Gray Daddy flashing me a big smile.
It was probably a good thing that I didn't meet up with a guy on that trip for a more romantic, gentle experience. After that breakup, I just needed hot, uncomplicated fun, and that's what I got with those guys, for sure.
And hey, if you're ever watching me going down on a guy, feel free to cheer me on.....that really works for me, big time....
