Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2001 12:13:53 -0500
From: MH
Subject: Montreal True Encounters: Chapter 1

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.