Montreal True Encounters: Chapter 1
Last Friday afternoon I saw my favourite Internet fuck buddy and worked his ass over for two solid hours. Who knew I had such stamina? I love the look of his abs as I am pumping away at him and he really LOVES being fucked. He says my cock is the perfect size and shape to massage his prostate with each stroke. Simply put, that means it is just 6" hard, average in thickness and straight as a poker. Later that night I joined my 19-year-old niece Marjory and her boyfriend Dex & their friends for a drink at the Cock & Bull which is an incredibly boozy hetero bar that has been around forever and is populated with people from every age group. The crowd was even more eclectic than usual because the Grey Cup was being played here in Montreal on Sunday. Not quite my cuppa tea. I hung out to be polite, had a vodka and tonic, flirted with one of the 18- year-old straight boys at our table regaling him with my wisdom in matters sexual and romantic, then I popped into Agora for a Perrier. It was deadly. No cute men and way too much cigarette smoke and karaoke. I sat alone in the tiny upstairs lounge and relaxed for about 20 minutes then fucked off home and jacked off with some Internet porn.
Saturday I went shopping and had brunch with a couple of straight girlfriends. We had a lot of fun and talked about......? Sex with men of course. Apparently, I'm getting way more than they are. That night I had a "date " with another guy from my Internet dating site; a hairy and very horny Italian/American guy with such a nice hard bone. Regular vanilla raunch; sucking, rimming, a little fucking and then I ate a big juicy load and spewed mine all over his fur. I'll see him again!
Sunday was uneventful. Monday, in the late afternoon I went looking for a specific Downtown University toilet that was listed in that same Internet cruising guide but I couldn't find it. I thought instead that I would drop into Sky Pub for a cocktail. By the time I arrived there it was super-crowded and smoky so I walked back up rue Ste. Catherine to the smoke free " Suction Cup Cafe"' as an amusing friend of mine so aptly re-christened the Second Cup in the Village. While there, I flirted with a very handsome man from Venezuela. I thought it was leading up to something but the dynamic shifted and he became disinterested (probably when he figured I'm a shiftless cocksucker). Well I showed him; I stopped into the 5018, my neighbourhood sauna, and messed around with a whole slough of guys, sucking off three before I shot my load into the mouth of a guy who was being fucked from behind. I had messed around with him earlier when we were at the glory holes and noticed he was a big cum pig. As I fucked his mouth, I asked him how many loads he had taken, if he included my impending ejaculation. He paused only long enough to tell me nine. I loved the thought of my jizz being mixed up with all those other creamy offerings he had eaten and shot all the harder upon hearing this.
Today I verified the directions to that toilet, went back and hit the jackpot! As soon as I arrived, there were two beefy, straight-looking jocks at the far end of the row of urinals. I sidled up to the pissoir, one over from the closest guy and faked pissing. They weren't going anywhere so we all started to look and show. Then they backed away from the urinals and one started to suck the other. Their cocks were average in size, both uncut and fairly thick You can bet I wanted some of that. They were very welcoming and the three of us started taking turns slurping on each other's dicks. One of them turned back to the urinal and jacked his load into the porcelain, watching me while I fondled his ball sac and continued sucking on the other dude. As soon as his balls were drained, he fucked off. The remaining jock and I started to go down on each other again but were interrupted by a couple of other dudes, one of whom I found sexy in spite of (maybe because of?) his hairy belly.
This new guy had a nice fat, hard cock with a long, loose foreskin that he was sliding back and forth over a very big shiny red helmet. There was precum pooling up under the extra skin and I had to have it. I started sucking him and we were both into it. He smelled very masculine; sort of sweat and woodsmoke. More and more guys were coming in, all of them queer, but not all equally desirable and the Jock split. I loitered a bit and then Helmet man left. I followed him through the halls and approached him. We spoke and I asked him if there was another place in the complex he knew of where we could spend a little quality time as I really wanted to eat his load.
He led me through a series of corridors and up and down some stairs and into another toilet with three stalls and two urinals. One of the stalls facing the urinals was occupied and I could see through the door crack that the occupant was jacking himself so I pulled down my Levi's and underwear and I sat on the toilet in the next stall leaving the door open. My generously helmeted friend was very excited and I beckoned him to approach and fuck my mouth. The very cute guy in the next stall stood on his toilet and watched us over the dividing wall as he stroked himself off. I would have sucked him too but he came then left! I moved into his recently vacated stall (more discreetly positioned) and drew my man inside my mouth again. With very little encouragement, I got him to shoot several volleys of thick juice right into my hungry face and licked the last drop from under his foreskin before I swallowed it all. We left the toilet together and chatted very amicably. He's married, lives in the not-too-distant countryside and often does business here in Montreal. I gave him my number and told him to call next time he's in town.
I walked back into the aforementioned University Pavilion and back down the stairs to cocksucker paradise. By now the joint was filling up but no one was DOING anything, The jock was there again but left soon after. All five urinals were occupied and older guys were milling around. A cleaner came in and started washing the sinks, startling me out of a reverie as I scanned the room in the mirror. My right index finger was poked through the buttons of my 501's and describing small circles in my precum Rather than swabbing the decks with his mop, the cleaner looked as though he would rather be swabbing my dick with his mouth. Maybe if we'd been alone, he might have been bold enough to do something. It was becoming obvious that nothing was going to transpire with this lot.
I followed a cute young (Vietnamese?) guy out and up to the mezzanine. He had a hot little modified rocker look going on, a style some young Asian dudes here seem to embrace (successfully). He kept casting me meaningful looks but seemed a little uncertain about what to do and I'm not too familiar with the territory. I sort of drifted around and turned a corner, coming across another toilet that seemed pretty out of the way. Rocker boy didn't follow but my disappointment was quickly appeased .I went in and there were two guys at the only two urinals; one hot, the other...okay, not as hot. I checked out the stalls, had a leak and I was half in and half out of my pants when I went to the sink. Another young but scruffy guy had come in, was hanging around the sink, and hand dryer and eyeballing the urinal area. The not-as-hot dude went into a stall and stayed there. I took his place beside the hot guy who was playing with his BIG fat cock! It was about 8.5 inches, uncut and very thick at the base, tapering at the head. His jeans and raglan sleeved tee shirt were showing off admirably his toned swimmer's body. We looked at each other shyly (!!) and played with ourselves a bit and I leaned forward to suck him but he seemed a little nervous. I turned to face him and let him look at my stiff and leaking cock. As I stroked it he turned to face me in an invitational manner. This time I bent forward and started sucking. I was so damned hard.
Yet another dude came in and I barely had time to get back into position at my urinal but it didn't matter 'cause it was another fag. I could see his reflection in the glass-fronted ad box placed over the urinal. He was short and stocky; a butch attitude topped by a dark blond buzz-cut. He was leaning against the wall and touching his nicely bulging crotch through his bleached jeans as he watched me and my urinal pal, and the scruffy guy at the sink who was out of my line of sight. Buzz-cut and Scruffy left and the hot dude got down on his knees right in front of me and started to suck me while he jacked himself. I was all for a little back and forth cocksucking but he was bent on having my load pronto and wouldn't let go of my boner. I was pretty hot after my earlier adventure so I grabbed his head and fucked my wad into his mouth as he jacked out his own load, somehow keeping it in his foreskin. I almost fainted at the intensity of my orgasm and as I recovered, I watched with interest as he stood, turned back to the urinal and shook out his spunk. He gave me a dazzling smile and thanked ME! I was walking around with a goofy grin on my face for the next hour man. No other plans before Thursday night when I will I fuck my Internet buddy again but I'm already aching to go back to that toilet.