At 6:45 I left the room and walked up to the Metro. I exited at the Laurier station, and read the map up at the street on a pole at the station, trying to figure out how to get to St. Laurent. I walked over to a street that I thought should be Rue St. Joseph, but it turned out to be Rue St. Denis. I returned to the map to try to re-orient. There, I saw the 51 bus, which I knew went to St. Laurent, and used my last subway token to ride it.
It took a right turn out of the station and went about 100 feet to a main road, which was St. Joseph. It turned left, and went three blocks to St. Laurent. I made a mental note of the route to walk back. It was very straight forward, and way close enough to walk.
Sauna 5018 was pretty busy for a change. My goal was to leave there by 10:30 or 11:00, and meet Steve out at “Parking” at either 11:30 or midnight.
I sat in the theater for a little while, my usual spot, third seat in the last row. A nice looking guy, with a decent build came in, and leaned against the wall, while he “checked out the audience.” After a minute or so, he took the seat right next to me.
We both jacked each other off. He had a nice uncut dick, not big, not small, just like the Goldilocks’ porridge, just right. He waited until I came and as soon as I did shot his load all over himself. He smiled, said thanks, and left.
I took a walk up to the dark, glory hole room. There were several guys up there, but most of them were very, very fat. I stood there for a little bit, just watching. There were two guys in one of the glory hole booths, which is so small that you have to turn sideways in order to close the door when you slip in it, that I can’t imagine the drama of two people trying to get in one. I could see by the direction of their feet that somebody was getting fucked. I didn’t hear any noise though.
I went back down to the theater, and was rubbing myself watching a movie. This very cute, short, thin guy stood at the door a bit, checking me out in the back row. Eventually, he walked back and to the first seat in the back row, leaving a seat between us. He took his dick out, which was dark, uncut, and big for his small frame. It’s always hot to me when short, thin guys have long, thick dicks.
We were both jacking slowly, looking at each other, and exposing ourselves to each other. At about this time, this jock looking guy took a seat in the row ahead of me, one seat to the right, and started jacking his dick. He was situated such that I could see his dick in the crack between the seats. So I jacked off, looking alternately at him, and the guy to the right of me.
Next this super hot guy, who looked like a Marine came in and took the seat just to the left of the guy in front of me, and they started playing together, which was very hot. After about 5 minutes the guy two seats over from me moved over to the seat next to me, and we started touching each other.
This guy was so cute, and his dick was so hard. Again, I wondered if he had taken a Viagra, though he was way young enough (I would estimate 30) to be that hard without drugs. He was smooth, but had a nice, thick black bush. He seemed intrigued with my body hair, and rubbed my chest before leaning over to kiss me. We jacked each other off to a mutual climax, and he shot a huge load.
I again took a walk upstairs to check out the dark room, and once again, nothing was happening up there. I stayed a little while, and again, mostly fat men came in. I decided that this is one of those times when “dark” is definitely not your friend. I returned to the theater where you can see the goods.
After down there for about 15 minutes, this guy came to the door who had come in a couple of times before, and left. He had on a hat. It wasn’t a ball cap, but some sort of stretch material, and blue. He had a little hair in the middle of his chest, and some coming out of his belly button, and on down. What I really liked, though, was a thin, vertical line of hair on his chin, and this thick stubble all along the underside of his chin. And his mustache was total stubble, too. Dark, thick. He looked “very French.”
After a few minutes of us looking at each other across the room, he came and took the seat next to me. We rubbed each other for quite a bit of time. He rubbed the hair on my arms, and I reached up with my finger and ran it over the hair and stubble on his chin, and above his lips. Eventually he shot the biggest load all over himself. I did not cum, though could have, but he did not reciprocate after he came, and left shortly afterwards.
I decided not to bother with another “twirl” in the place, and just stayed put. After another 20 minutes or so, another hot guy came to the door, checked out the place, and came to the back row, leaving a seat between us. He had a nice chest, and hairy, and looked a little like Beau Bridges in his younger days.
I started jacking my dick, which got hard right away, and he did the same. A guy came in and took the seat in front of him. He looked back a couple of times at me, and when he did, I stopped rubbing. Whenever someone peeked in the door, the guy next to me would stop jacking and cover up. It was hard to read what he was interested in doing. The faster I jacked my dick the faster he did his, so I finally decided that’s what worked for him.
After about 10 minutes, I got up and moved to the seat next to him. His dick was big, and thick. I touched it. It wasn’t fully hard, but he squeezed it to make its length and thickness clear, and went back to jacking it himself. I did the same to myself. I got faster and faster. He did, too. I shot a load all up on my stomach, and as soon as he saw it, he blasted one on himself. Hot.
That’s enough. 10:20. Time to go. I dressed, checked out, and walked the short walk back to the Metro. There was some drama going on in the street with police cars blocking off a section, but I just walked around them. I bought one Metro ticket, and rode it back to the stop at St. Hubert and St. Catherine’s. I stopped at McDonald’s and ordered that Ranch and Bacon Chicken Salad that Steve has been raving about. I got it to go, and it took a long time to make. I believe they had to fry the chicken that went in it.
When I got back to the room, Steve was there. Cool. I had a drink finishing off the last of the Jack Daniels, and opened my salad to eat. So much for the “Ranch” part of the salad; the woman had put a packet of Diet Peanut Sauce Dressing in my bag instead of the Ranch. Fortunately, I love peanut sauce dressing, and thoroughly enjoyed it. In fact, if I were to get that salad again, I would probably substitute that dressing. It didn’t taste “diet” at all to me.
After eating, we went out to the club called, “Parking.”