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CANADIAN ADVENTURE
Meeting up with a friend I hadn't ever seen since our schooldays, we chatted for a while in a pub before he told me about a visit to Canada and an adventure he had there.
His Canadian trip all alone had covered a lot of ground, sightseeing much of its vast territory. He had been to a lot of famous spots and had met Native Canadians across many age groups.
Patrick was in Toronto, standing admiring a view one afternoon when he was engaged in conversation by a Canadian of about his own age. In due course, he asked Pat whether he would like to go to one of Toronto's best gay bars. He went along there, just having a couple of beers. The Canadian guy then gave Pat a printed card. It was the address of a male brothel.
He bought the Canadian another beer to thank him for giving him the card and left the bar. It was still only mid-afternoon when he found his way to the address. It was an ordinary-looking two-storey house in a residential street. When he rang the doorbell, a little window in the door opened, showing the face of a guy who looked quite young. Pat showed him the card. The door was opened. Once inside, he saw that the one who had let him in was in nothing except shorts & trainers. He could only have been in his late 20s, well built, fair hair in his pits, gold rings in both nipples.
Pat followed him. They came to a room where three or four very young-looking boys were sitting on a sofa. One of them was black. Except for their underpants and socks, they were naked, playing about with each other. None of them could have been any more than 14. Pat said something like "Under age?" The guy who had let him in put a finger to his lips, nodding, taking his arm and heading to another room.
In there, two other lads, maybe 15 or 16 were sitting at a table playing cards. They were naked but for baseball caps on backwards. Pat thought they looked ridiculous.
Then his eyes caught sight of another boy. He was sitting with his legs over the side of an armchair, reading what looked like a comic. He was clearly a Native Canadian: long dark hair almost down to his shoulders, skin really bronze in colour. All he had on was thin leather trousers reaching half-way down his legs, & trainers. His bare chest showed a pair of prominent nipples. He looked up at the two of them. Nice smile. Pat said he was instantly smitten with this lad.
The other guy winked. "Like him? Arrived only last week. How about an hour with him?" He told Pat how much it would cost. He had the money on him. Beckoning to the boy, the guy said something to him. When he stood up from the chair. Pat said he was taller than he had expected and he felt his cock stirring. "An hour, then. Don't be rough with him. All that's happened with him so far is he's been masturbated twice, maybe had his cock sucked for all I know."
The boy took hold of Pat's arm, leading him upstairs to a room. He said he was pleasantly surprised how good the room was, clean bed, wash-hand basin, a couple of chairs. He hurried to get his clothes off. By the time he got down to his boxers, he said his cock was really hard, pushing the front of them far out, while the boy watched, sitting on the bed.
At that point, he stood up, took hold of Pat's boxers, pulling them down to that he could just kick them aside. Turning his back towards him for a moment, he took off these thin leather trousers. The first surprise was that he had on patterned boxers under them, showing a big bulge, and when he took them off and turned round, Pat was impressed by the size of his cock, hard, sticking out from a patch of straight dark hair, his hairless balls close under his cock.
The two of them collapsed on the bed. The boy's name was Ishcode. Very clean, smelling like he'd just had a shower, he was three weeks off 16 and spoke enough English to tell Pat this, while the two of them lay there, examining each other's bodies. Ischcode had a small gold stud in one ear and a tattoo close to one ankle. Pat said he had an amazing long foreskin. With it right back, his cock was bright pink underneath.
Without ever being asked, Pat found the boy started sucking him off. He let him go on with it as long as he could stand it before stroking Ischcode's backside.. The boy had looked at him, getting off the bed with his cock sticking out. From a jar above the wash-hand basin, he took a condom, tearing the packet open with his teeth. Pat said the condom was red. He let the boy put it on him. He also had a tube of lube in his hands. Pat said it wasn't KY, just something like it. Some of it was smeared on the condom, some between Ischcode's legs.
Just before Pat got started, Ischcode put a hand on his shoulder, saying something like "Not hurry, please" before lying flat face down with his legs wide apart. He said he was in such a state of excitement that it was a huge effort not to force it straight in there but he managed to give only some gentle pushes. The boy was tight. As the swollen head of Pat's cock went in, he gave a gasp, wriggling about but making no attempt to move away from Pat's 8 inch cock.
Taking his time, Pat let him have more and more until he had it all the way in, his balls slapping against Ischcode's big buttocks, his arms under the boy's chest. He lost it only after about five minutes, keeping his cock inside him until the throbbing was over. Drawing his cock out, the condom full of his semen, he pulled it off carefully, wiping his cock with tissues, squeezing it to get the last drips out.
Ishcode rolled over on his back. His cock was completely hard. He put a hand down between his legs. "Never had that before. At first, bad pain. After, not so bad. Felt you finish. Tie knot in condom. Leave in basket under basin." He did that, finding tissues to wipe Ischcode clean. Pat said he was relieved to find the muscles of the boy's arsehole had tightened up again.
He obviously wanted his cock sucked. Pat gladly did it for him. Lying there, eyes closed, both hands on his balls, he lasted no more than five or something minutes before his semen shot out, far up on his chest, white & sticky against his bronze skin, with him shaking and gasping loudly with each spurt. Pat said he was impressed about how much came out of him, taking his mouth away just in time to avoid having to swallow. With more tissues, he cleaned him up. They lay there on the bed for a few more minutes.
Did he give him anything? Yes, he was so pleased with how things had gone that he gave the boy $200 Canadian, telling him to make sure he kept it for himself. They washed their hands, got dressed and went back downstairs. The guy who had let Pat in gave him a look like to say "All OK?" Sitting back there with his comic, Ischcode raised both thumbs, grinning broadly.
On the way out, he saw these young boys were still playing around on the sofa. They had all the clothes off the black boy and were rubbing his balls. He didn't look like he minded.
Pat said to the guy something like "How did he get here, the black boy?" "Him? His older brother left him here two days ago, said he was too much trouble at home. These boys sure eat too much." "How did his older brother know about this place?" "Easy, he used to work here now & again. Only ever did masturbation. Had a lot of clients who liked playing with big black cock. Maybe you could come back another time. Ischcode liked you".
Pat said he regretted never having the time to go back there again.
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