Unexpected Guest, Chapter 9
After lunch the following day, the men bade Marie adieu with the promise to come back for dinner again toward the end of the week before Dalton and Shelby caught their flight home.
The drive to Steve and Peter's condominium wasn't a very long one, and it didn't take a lot of time to get there because traffic in the middle of the day wasn't as heavy as it would be have been in rush hour.
They lived in a rather old building that had once been a warehouse, but had been re-purposed and renovated into luxury condos in recent years. In fact, Pete's firm had done the designing.
Dalton was in awe of the architecture because where he lived, anything over 60 years old seemed antique. This place had been built in the mid 19th Century.
"We're on the fringes of the old city, so we can get to the historical sites easily on foot or by the Metro." Pete informed them.
"Is that the subway system?" Dalton asked.
"Yes it is, and it's one of the busiest in North America, third to New York City and Mexico City. We're very proud of it."
"I have to ride it at least once!" Dalton exclaimed. "I'm embarrassed to say that I've never been on a subway."
"We'll definitely have to remedy that!" Steve smiled. "I suspect that you'll be exploring Chicago before long, and then possibly Europe after that. Am I right, Shelby?"
"For sure! If we work enough on our French, we might honeymoon in Paris."
"You might use the language in the more rural areas, but it seems like everyone in Paris speaks pretty good English," Pete chimed in. "Steve and I found that to be the case when we were there. The Parisians considered us to be like hillbillies because of our accent and usage, even though we speak and understand the language easily."
After a somewhat lighter dinner than what they'd had at the farm, the men went for a stroll, enjoying the early evening air. Steve and Pete told a little about the history of the area, promising a fuller lesson when they went on a walking tour of the oldest part of the city the next day.
On the way back, they stopped at a small café where they had ice cream. Dalton enjoyed every minute.
Their tour of Montreal began after breakfast the following day, in the Quartier du Vieux Montreal. Their first stop was at the Old Port on the St. Lawrence River. They continued down the cobblestone streets, looking at the architecture, some of which dated from the late 1600's. Shelby remarked that it reminded him of places he's visited in France. Steve agreed, as he listed off facts about the buildings
Had they hired a guide, they would have paid $20 or more each for a very cursory look, and wouldn't have received as much information as they did with Steve and Pete leading the way. When questioned about their extensive knowledge, they credited it to having led tours as a way of making extra money when they were in college.
"We were both disowned by our families shortly before our university studies began, so we were in the same boat. It was a stroke of luck that we were assigned to share a dorm room because we became fast friends even before we admitted our sexual orientation." Pete said. "From then on, we tipped each other off about job opportunities and scholarships. It became our mission to survive together. Because of that, we bonded firmly and eventually became lovers.
We'll give you more details later, but right now, we are entering the most historic part of the city and we don't want you to miss anything."
Eventually, they ended up in front of an impressive looking church.
Visiting Notre Dame Basilica hadn't been terribly high on Dalton's list of things to do in the city. However, once he stepped inside, he was enthralled. The interior was filled with paintings and sculptures along with stained glass which made him feel like he'd been magically transported to Europe. Then he learned about its history and the fact that it dated from 1824. The Gothic revival sanctuary was close to 200 years old. That impressed him.
The huge pipe organ amazed him too. Finding that there were concerts given frequently, he asked his uncle if they could return to hear one. Shelby was especially proud that his lover wanted to take in a cultural event. He was discovering new levels of depth constantly, and each one furthered his sense that they were soul-mates.
They ate lunch in a little spot that was slightly off the beaten path. Pete assured them that the food was more authentic than it was in places nearer to where the tourists usually hung out.
After a leisurely lunch, Steve suggested that they take the metro back to their home for a rest. He said that they had already seen quite enough for one day if they didn't want to end up with sensory overload. It would be better to see fewer places in depth than to try to cover everything possible in a short time.
Everyone took at least a brief nap. Dalton slept the longest. It was over an hour before he joined the rest in the living room. They teased him about being a sleepy-head, but he countered that he would be the only one ready to go out in the evening and paint the town.
Steve and Pete worked together to prepare a great dinner. Their fare wasn't as much in the category of "comfort food" as Marie's was, but that was fine with their guests. They were all more health-conscious than their ancestors had been, and showed it in their fit bodies.
There were more greens and raw veggies and fewer sauces. It was all good!
When dinner was over, they took the metro to Rue Ste. Catherine Est. There were many night spots in that area, among them several gay clubs.
Dalton was eager to see a strip show, so they went to a place called le Stock Bar. The cover charge was modest and the drinks weren't overpriced either.
The place was very clean and the staff was friendly. Shelby was pleased to note that Dalton's first exposure to a gay bar wasn't going to be in a seedy place like his initiation had been.
Dalton was elated to find that the drinking age in Quebec was 18. He insisted that he wanted to buy the first round for all of them. It was a kind of rite of passage. But, he said he was going to be responsible and limit his intake, so he didn't want everyone else to feel obligated to buy additional rounds to keep up with him.
"I'm not going to end up in a bottle like my sperm-donor!" he exclaimed.
"The drinks here are moderately priced, but they're not terribly strong either, so I don't think a couple of them over the evening are going to put you under the table," Steve told him. "I'm not going to push you into consuming alcohol, but the wine mother served with dinner the first night was probably stronger."
"I'll keep that in mind, but I don't want to chance being like my old man.
Instead of tables, the seating was on bar stools behind narrow counters, much like the setup in an ordinary bar, only in several rows instead of just one. It provided everyone a better view of the stage without having to pull chairs around in order to see.
The men chose spots in the second row toward the middle. That was a good vantage point without putting them right into the thick of things. Steve thought that might be better in case Dalton got nervous about being so close to the action.
A couple of things were different about the stage in this place. It had the usual poles for dancing around, but it also had a large functioning shower. It was rather like a gang shower in some gyms, but equipped with four shower heads instead of a bunch of them. Dalton asked Steve if one of the routines would take place there, and Steve assured him that it would.
"That sounds like good, clean fun," Dalton quipped.
When the first show began, a hot young hunk in his 20's came out on the stage dressed in what appeared to be street clothes. He did a very active dance to the accompaniment of a popular tune. When the song ended, a slower one came on and he took hold of a pole for stability and began to move his hips in a suggestive manner. The lights dimmed as a spot followed him, focusing on his crotch.
In a quick, fluid move, he whipped off his pants which had Velcro or something holding them together. Everyone cheered.
He continued his erotic dance in a pair of boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his impressive bulge. He peeled them down, revealing a thong underneath. After he removed them, he threw them directly at Dalton who caught them and grinned.
When the music ended, he came down off the stage and walked between the rows. Most of the customers slipped bills under the band of his tiny garment.
Dalton offered the boxer briefs back, but the guy told him to keep them as a souvenir. Daltons smile got bigger.
After an intermission to give time for bathroom breaks and purchasing more drinks, the second guy did his routine. He appeared to be in his late 20's or early 30's with a slightly more mature body, but equally stunning.
His act was different, but followed a similar pattern of being fast at first and shifting to a slower, more sensuous routine, making good use of the pole toward the front of the stage. He too stripped down to the bare minimum with nothing but a G-string which seemed to be straining to hold its contents.
After a second intermission, music began to play and a sexy young redhead came on stage wearing nothing but a jock strap and carrying parts of a sports uniform which he threw on a bench and then proceeded to turn on the shower.
Another hot guy, blond in this case, came from the other direction wearing a backless brief that left little to the imagination. He smiled at the first stud and came to stand in front of him. Then, they helped each other out of the support gear they were wearing and entered the shower together with their bare butts toward the audience.
Both of them took washcloths from hooks by the edge of the shower and squirted gel on them. Next, they proceeded to wash one another's back. The redhead got down on his knees to carefully soap the blond's buns. He spread the guy's cheeks and ran his fingers up and down his crack.
There was a collective intake of breath from the men watching the show. At this point, probably everyone in the place was throwing wood. Even the bar tender, who had no doubt see the routine before, had a glazed expression.
When the redhead stood, the blond performed the same service on him.
Facing each other under the stream of water, the pair moved to washing the other's chest and arms in turn. As they stood in profile, their now-erect phalluses became like sabers, fencing.
That was where the show ended as they reached for towels just as the lights dimmed and then went out, leaving the room dark for a couple of seconds. When the house light came on, the dancers were gone. They appeared immediately wearing the garments they'd had on, but now their hardons were obviously stretching the fabric.
The patrons gave them a standing-O and hastened to thrust bills in their jocks. No doubt, a few copped a quick feel even though that wasn't permitted, according to the signs posted on the walls.
"Uncle Steve, can we go back to the apartment soon? I need to take a shower with Shelby right now!"
"That's fine with me! Pete and I could use a bit of cleaning up. I think we'll take a cab back to save time!"
It was fortunate that their hosts had a condo with two full bathrooms because both couples could scarcely take the time to wish the others a pleasant night before going to use them.
Dalton nearly tore Shel's clothes off in his haste to fulfill his desire. Shelby was almost as rough. In short order, they stood with their rampant cocks trapped between them and kissed passionately.
As soon as the water was at a comfortable temperature, they began to imitate what they'd witnesses a few minutes before. Since there was no audience to tease, they trapped their tools between them and soaped each other's cleavage at the same time, making it all the more intense for both.
Dalton pressed his slippery middle finger against Shelby's pucker and found that it entered easily. Shel returned the favor, but ran into a bit more resistance from Dalton's sphincter.
"I don't want to hurt you," he said as he moved his finger away.
"Please don't stop! I want you to massage my prostate," Dalton begged.
Shelby complied, and before long they were squirming around being stimulated from front and back.
"Oh shit! I'm gonna cum!" Dalton exclaimed.
"Go for it baby; bathe my body in your juices!"
With a gasp and a grunt, Dalton did just that. His orgasm set off his lover's almost immediately. They clung together, gasping and shaking as they finally came down from their sexual high.
"I've never felt like this!" Dalton cried. "That's the best!"
"Agreed," Shelby smiled as they rinsed of their bodies and shut the water off.
Clad in big bath towels, they scurried to their bedroom. A minute later, they were making out naked in the afterglow.
They might have gone for seconds, but the intense nature of their climaxes had drained their energy for the time being. Within minutes, they were sound asleep, cuddled together.
The next morning, the men were all smiles as they gathered in the kitchen area to make breakfast. They did a short critique of last night's performance while they ate. All erected tents in their boxers as they recalled how hot it had been.
"Well, do you want to go to another bar tonight or have a repeat?" Steve asked.
"I guess I'd still like to hear the organ concert. Could we do that tonight and go back to le Stock the next night?" Dalton asked. "I don't want to wear my older lover out."
"Don't play the age card!" Shel exclaimed. "I think I matched your climax last night!"
"You guys are pretty noisy when you cum, not that I mind!" Pete grinned. "And, I don't consider either one of you to be old by any stretch of the imagination!"
"You heard us over the sound of the shower?" Dalton asked.
"Yes we did!"
"We heard you when we cuddled in bed." Shel grinned. "Was that your first time?"
"Nope, that was our second." Steve smiled.
That morning, they explored the area on Ste. Helen's Island and the man-made Notre Dame Island where the 1967 Expo had been held. Dalton had read about Buckminster Fuller's Geodesic Dome and Habitat by Moshe Safdie in preparing to visit, and he found them to be what he had expected. He was saddened by the fact that the acrylic skin of the dome had been destroyed by a fire, but still found the skeletal structure to be impressive.
After lunch, Pete and Steve gave their guests tours of the places where they worked.
In the architectural firm, there was a scale model of the building where the guys lived.
"Did you design the condos, Pete?" Shelby asked.
"Yes, I did and thanks for asking."
"No wonder you have an awesome place to live!"
"Thank you. We had originally toyed with the idea of buying a condo in Habitat, but found that we could have exactly what we wanted for about a third of the cost by living where we do."
"You made the right decision!"
While they were there, Peter was grabbed by one of the other partners in the firm to talk to a client who had dropped in unexpectedly. So, the rest of the guys went to the financial office with Steve to see where he worked.
Steve's office was only a short subway ride away. From the look of his accommodations, he was prospering as well as Pete was. He also had to stop to visit with a client for a few minutes while Dalton and Shelby sat in the waiting room.
They could overhear Steve's side of the conversation, but the lady he was with was too soft spoken.
"Yes, Mrs. Prejean, Antoinette has made out the contract correctly. She knows that part of the business better than I do... Yes, I feel it's a good acquisition for your portfolio. I can't guarantee that it will perform perfectly, but I purchased a thousand shares recently. I don't want my friends to take risks that I wouldn't. Certainly, I'm glad to take the time for you."
When they met back up at the condo, they all had a short nap. Later, Shelby and Dalton treated their hosts to dinner in a quality restaurant not far from Notre Dame.
After a leisurely meal, they attended and organ recital at the cathedral. It was excellent, and Dalton felt it was a highlight of the trip. Of course, it wasn't as stimulating as the strip show, but he liked the idea of having a cooling off night.
On their last day in the city, the men took a cruise boat on the St. Lawrence Seaway. They got to see a different perspective of the skyline from a very relaxing vantage point.
Later, they rested up so they'd be ready for another visit to le Stock and the inevitable hot sex that it would inspire.
Sometime after lunch the next day, they drove to the farm so that Marie could see her grandson again before their flight home the following morning.
It was a laid-back day and one in which Marie pulled out a few more photo albums to further acquaint Dalton with family history.
In the evening when they were all gathered in the living room, Steve made an announcement.
"Well, I'm pleased to be able to tell you that you passed with flying colors!" He said.
"What's this all about?" Dalton asked.
"I don't want you to think that you've been under a microscope while you were here, but we were checking you out; and no, I don't mean in the way that gay guys check each other out! It goes back to when you first contacted your grandmother. She was somewhat taken aback that your mother had thrown you out. She decided to test the waters. So, she phoned you mother and asked to talk to you. Dear Mary made up excuses about why you weren't around. Eventually, Mother wore her down and she admitted that you no longer lived in her house. From then on, Mary tried to sully your reputation. Since you were corresponding with me all that time, we were getting two diametrically opposed pictures of you. Part of our invitation for you to visit was for the purpose of deciphering who was telling the truth."
"Wow! So I was kind of on trial?"
"Not exactly, but we did scrutinize what you said and how you acted. We found you to be wonderful, and exactly as you portrayed yourself in your emails. On top of that, we totally approve of your boyfriend and hope that he will become a member of the family. We're not trying to push you into anything you might feel you're not ready for, but we do want to smooth the way for you to get your education.
As you may have gathered, Pete and I are doing quite well financially. Grandma also has a comfortable living. We aren't likely to have children of our own, so we'd like to `adopt' you in a sense. You will receive the sum of $15,000 per year in US currency for the next four years so you can complete your college education. You said you'd like to be debt-free and educated when you get married. We agree that you've made a good plan. However, we don't want you to have to wait for matrimony a whole four years if you don't want to. So, that's a part of what this has been about.
We hope we haven't hurt your feelings by what we did, and we want to have you visit whenever you can. We have all come to love you very much."
"But this is too much for you and Pete to do. He's only my uncle by marriage. Neither one of you knows me that well!"
"We don't see it that way. Pete and I need to do this to pay forward what his aunt did for us. Remember when I started telling you about our struggle to survive financially when we were at the university? We did work hard, like you're doing, but we also had an angel of mercy in the form of Pete's Aunt Louisa who felt sorry for us in our plight and paid for much of our tuition – both of us, not just him.
Mother feels that assisting you financially through college will help atone for cutting me off. Even though I've forgiven her, she feels it's a fitting way to show that she's seriously repentant, sort of like the penance a person does after speaking with a priest in the confessional booth."
Dalton stood there stunned for a minute as he tried to wrap his brain around all that his uncle had said. When reality fully hit him, he had a lump in this throat. He first hugged and kissed Shelby, and then the rest beginning with grandma and ending with Pete.
"I feel like I'm in one of Shelby's stories! It's like a miracle! I have love, family, and the means to get ahead in the world despite the crap that's been thrown my way. I can't thank you enough!"
"And we can't thank you enough for helping Mother and me to reconcile." Steve said with emotion in his voice.
He turned and translated what he'd said to his mother who nodded with vigor.
Dalton's last night in Canada was so exciting that he found it difficult to settle down when it was time to go to sleep. Shelby figured out a way to relax him which involved the expending of jizz on both of their parts. None of it went to waste.
Author's notes: This week I heard from the following: Jim W, Don V (Second Chance), Bill K, Tim E, Nick S, Peter M, Jim L, Denise B, Ott H, John, Douglas and Lawrence, Zero, and David R.
It's the season of giving. I hope some of you, like David R, will be able to donate a bit to help maintain the Nifty site.
David