Sucking a Masked Man

Last Friday night I headed over to my new favourite bathhouse, The Cellar, in Toronto’s downtown, gay village. I usually try to arrive in time to take advantage of The Cellar’s half-price rates. These apply for only a one-hour period and usually attract a hoard of horny men wanting to save a couple of bucks. They usually start lining up on the stairs 30 minutes ahead of the room sale. And it’s rather odd because in another few minutes all of us will be blowing each other in the back hallway, but while we wait to enter, we choose to stand in awkward silence.

Sometimes I time it to take advantage of The Cellar’s half-priced hour, but on this particular evening, I want a glory-hole room—I’m in the mood to suck a lot dick! So I arrived about an hour before the room sale and I discovered that there was one glory-hole room left, so I took it. For the next three or four hours I took care of a number of nice dicks. But as evening headed into night and the hallways thickened with men, I decided to open the door to my room to see what might happen.

It wasn’t long before a masked man was standing in my doorway. He was wearing a rubber mask, a leather harness, and a leather jockstrap. His body was tight and well-defined, but he was not a bodybuilder. He has hair in the middle of his chest and a small patch on his belly.

I was kneeling on the floor when this masked man entered my room and said, “I just shot my load a few minutes ago, but I’m happy to give you something to keep the boredom away for a few minutes.”

I have never had sex with a masked man before, but the idea turned me on. When taking care of men through my glory hole, I usually watch them arrive, so I’ve got some idea of who wants his cock sucked. However, this masked man towering over me remained incognito. His body was attractive and he had a nice, meaty cock; but as for his face, I had to fill that in with my imagination. And you know what? Turns out that’s pretty hot.

After sucking his dick for a few minutes, I invited him to sit back on my bed. And when he leaned against the wall and spread his legs, I nursed on his thick cock without even closing the door. Men stopped at my doorway to watch me service this mask man’s stiffening cock, and this turned me on as much as my faceless stranger. I sucked his cock for a long time; and then another man in leather came into the room and tried pushing his way into the action. I gave his cock a little attention, but it wasn’t responding, so I went back to my masked man and the leather man left. And a few minutes later, I let my masked man know that I wanted to take a break. He thanked me and disappeared out into the hallway.

I recently reviewed a gay porn site that serves up nothing but masked men. (Check out the Anonymous Masked Men gay site review.) With no faces to see, you can be mesmerized with a variety of fat cocks. But I didn’t fully appreciate this site until I had actually experienced sex with a masked stranger. As I sucked this man’s cock, my mind wandered and wondered about his face. Desperate for some hint of who was under this mask, my hands and fingers traced over his body, looking for clues. I touched his legs, played with his nipples, rubbed his balls, and massaged his chest; I felt his skin, trailed my fingers through his body hair; and while my eyes failed me, my hands gathered more and more information about this stranger. Even my mouth was going into overload, feeling every inch of his meaty cock.

They say that when you lose one of your senses, the others heighten their sensitivity to compensate for the loss. I understand this now. Deprived of the visual, my mind grew more exicted at the endless possibilies. This masked man responded with the right words and sounds – groaning, occassionally whipsering something like, “Fuck man, this feels so hot.” And that got my balls churning even more. I have to say that this was one of the hottest blowjobs I have ever given. Now, I’m thinking about getting a mask of my own to see how this fetish feels from the other side.