Date: Mon, 03 Dec 2001 17:19:16 -0500
From: MH
Subject: Montreal True Encounters: Chapter 2

Montreal True Encounters Chapter 2
Thursday Nov. 29, 2001


    Thursday night I kept my date with Wallace, my fuck buddy met through
the Internet "dating" site, and once again, I fucked his hot asshole for an
extended period of time.  I hadn't cum since early Tuesday evening at the
University toilets and it had been three days for Wallace. His last wad was
shot during a regular phone J.O. session he has with some other guy; but
that's his story. Maybe he'll contribute to nifty too.

    He greeted me at his door dressed in a thin dark plaid robe and white
Speedo style briefs. We never waste time when we get together and after
divesting me of my coat and shoes, we jumped down each other's
throats. He's a great kisser.  Within minutes, my tee shirt was off, as
were my faded 501's, and my knit boxers were around my ankles. My bone was
lodged in his throat. He evidently perceived that I was ready to roll so he
walked into his bedroom, shrugged off his robe, pulled off his briefs, and
(unnecessarily) urged me to follow him. He arranged himself on his bed; a
very narrow futon placed directly on the floor. He has this manner of lying
down with his head and shoulders against the wall, one arm up over his
head, his legs bent at the knees and spread wide open. It is very inviting
and surprisingly masculine in its deliberately sexy way. I climbed on board
and we resumed sucking face for a couple of minutes before I started
working my mouth down his body over all the in between parts until I
reached the reason we get together; his hungry hole.

    His asshole is perfectly formed, a rosebud spotless enough for even the
most squeamish in matters scatological and I love to push my tongue into
him as far as possible and tongue fuck him while I hold the backs of his
thighs and spread his cheeks. It is just awesome to see a guy get so hot
when I do this to him and I could do it for hours. Since we didn't have
hours, I stopped eating his ass and replaced my tongue with a finger, then
two, then three as I slurped on his beautiful uncut cock and freshly shaved
balls. Moving back up to his face, I plunged my tongue in his mouth just as
I slid my dick in his spit-lubed asshole. We continued with all the usual
variations on this theme and, to give it an edge I whispered in his ear all
about what I had been doing in my spare time. (See Montreal True Encounters
Chapter 1). He moaned with delight and pushed his ass back against my
cock. He was getting pretty hot so I told him to jack off while my cock was
still pumping into him. And he did! He blew such a beautiful big load all
over his chest. I didn't want his juice going to waste so I pulled out of
his sweet fuck hole and proceeded to lap up his jizz.

One of the many things I like about Wallace is his ability (which I share)
to be affectionate in a romantic way and not feel as though a threat of
marriage is hovering overhead.  We smooched and caressed each other some
more and then, because I still hadn't shot my load, I asked him if I could
fuck him a bit more. He was very happy to oblige and I slipped back in (and
out) until it looked as though he might want to toss off another squirt or
two himself. He said he didn't think he would so I decided it was time I
unloaded. I pulled out of his hot, wet hole, straddled his chest and milked
myself while he fondled my balls. It didn't take me more than a minute and
I was spilling my seed on Wallace's throat and face.

    I love to savour the lingering smell of saliva and sweat and ass and
cock so I wiped us both up and didn't bother to shower. We talked and
laughed and kissed some more then I tucked him in bed and slipped out into
the night taking the rich scent of our lovemaking home on my hands and
face.

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Friday Nov. 30, 2001

    I had a few minutes to kill before meeting my friends Lydia and Bobo (a
straight couple who met each other playing backgammon on the Internet!) for
dinner at La Paryse. Since it is just three or four blocks from my newly
discovered University toilet, I figured I should pop in for a quick
look-see. Hell, I had to take a leak anyway. As I expected, it was
hopping. All the urinals were occupied so I waited a couple of minutes
before the end spot was freed up. As soon as there was room at the trough,
this little piggy went wee wee. Then I started to check out the action.

    There was a dude two down from me who obviously liked the look of my
mug. He flashed me a killer smile with his incredibly white teeth, nodded
and bobbed around trying to look past the guy between us for a glimpse of
my dick. He was only about 5' 4" and a carrying a little extra weight but
he had that sweet smile and beautiful, soulful brown eyes. I'm a sucker for
boys in spectacles and his were black wire frames as dark as his slightly
longish, tousled hair. He wore a knitted scarf in stripes of rich earth
tones that lent further authenticity to his old-world collegiate look. As I
am 5' 10", I did get a look at his dick and it filled my prescription for
fat, uncut and PO (by mouth).

    He was very persistent with his eye signals and smiles and head jerks
and I gathered that he wanted me to follow him. He left the urinal and
walked to the sinks, watching me all the while in the glass. I followed,
slowly tucking my dick and balls back into my 501's and buttoning up as I
steadily matched into his reflected gaze. Satisfied that he had been
understood he left by the alternate door that leads into a wide utility
corridor, and casually sauntered around the corner. I followed with
alacrity. I knew from reading on the Internet cruising site that there is
an individual toilet that is rarely checked on by security.

    Sure enough, he was in the stall and had his jeans open and hard cock
in-hand when I came into the small sink area. I slipped in the cubicle with
him and latched the door. Still standing, we kissed while stroking each
other's cock. He bent over and took my dick into his hot, wet suck hole and
lubed up my boner with his saliva then, straightening up, he kissed me
again as he ran his hand up and down my spit- slicked shaft. This gets me
really excited so I stopped him and sat on the toilet. Placing my hands on
his hips, I pulled him closer and engulfed his cock; "no-hands" letting it
push all the way to the back of my throat. I love being mouth fucked and
pride myself on being a primo cocksucker.  With my lips tightly covering my
teeth I clamped down and slid his loose foreskin up and down his shaft,
swirling my tongue over the head each time I pulled back. He was grabbing
at my shirt hem trying to see my chest and I figured it was time to commit
and remove the trappings of winter.

   I hung our coats, scarves and other vestments on the door hook and
pulled my tee shirt up and over the back of my head exposing my very hairy
torso. This seemed to be a major turn-on for my stall-mate and I was pretty
hot for him and excited by the whiff of danger that this clandestine
liaison naturally afforded. (I am still new to toilet sex but I think the
thrill might last forever.) I remained seated and told my little dude that
I wanted him to shoot in my mouth and he was happy to comply. I stroked my
own bone while I bobbed up and down on his a bit until I could tell he was
almost ready to blow. Pulling his fat dick out of my mouth, he started
stroking himself and rubbing his swollen head against my waiting tongue. I
was jacking myself furiously and then, he started pumping out spurt after
spurt of tasty cum. I engulfed his head and let him unload completely as I
let go my own pent up wad. I sprayed like a blocked hose that has suddenly
been unclogged and as I squeezed out my own last drop, I swallowed his.

    We smirked and giggled like 13-year-old boys and stole out, one after
the other to whatever horny adventure awaited next.