Living in Montreal 4

This mini parkette in the Village is actually a cruizing zone. Actually in the summer time, all the parkettes and alleyways are up for grabs. Montreal has always been known for discrete encounters in discrete places, even in non gay areas.

It's interesting to think about these cheating men who tell their wives their running down to the store, and can get their cocks sucked off only a couple of blocks away.

U never know what woodpeckers with hard wood to peck u'll find in Montreal's infamous and super hungry alleyways. It's the clubgoer taking a pitstop before going home, or the neighbourhood guy who really needs his cock sucked and takes to the streets in hope that a mouth will approach him and work out his pent up load.

 

In the Village in the summer, all you have to do is sit down on a park bench, and in no time, somebody will cum proposition u. U have to be careful tho, which is hard to do when ur drunk. You can either do it right there, or if they live in the Village, some might ask u to go to their place only a couple of streets away.

 

 

I once got a stocky short compact dense body bear guy to go completely nude for me once. We had to go into the shadows beside an elementary school to do our business, and there are police patrolling this type of activity all the time. Then I decided to go completely nude too to make it more equal for him too. This guy was super horny and told me he'd been jerking to porn all night, and had to go to the streets to get him sum. Good thing we found each other. I put an end to his night long horn-a-thon.

 

 

There was another time I rode a guy nude too on a plastic patio chair at the back of a restaurant in the Village. The patio was abandoned, but the furniture was still there. I hope there weren't cameras. But I am sure I wasn't the first gays to have used this open space for that purpose.

 

 

One of the hottest encounters I have had yet was being picked up by a guy in the park on an electric scooter. He actually rode right up to me into the park, parked his bike and sat at the bench next to me. I was kinda scared, but my inhibitions were lowered because I just came back from the bar drunk. I was scared cuz he looked kinda gangsta. He was wearing a full sweatsuit even though it was boiling hot summer. I guess I looked pickup-able wearing my tank and shorts, and just sitting alone in the park drinking my water bottle vodka.

 

 

We went back to his place not too far. I got him to take off his sweatsuit, and actually that's all he was wearing. No shirt inside, no underwear. He had the most gorgeous football player bear body I have ever seen. Like he just naturally grew up to be that stocky and broad. He had a super hairy chest too, which I didn't expect because he actually looked my age. I didn't expect ALL THAT underneath the sweatsuit.

 

 

It was definitely a straight guy's apartment I was in. There were some issues initially with him parking his bike at the back, going thru the back door, and asking me to wait for him at the doorstep until he opened the door from within, instead of escorting me up to the apartment, like he didn't want his neighbours to see us. Not only did I have to meet him on the second floor balcony doorstep - once in, I had to climb another flight of stairs to actually get to his apartment. All I saw was him pop his head out from behind the door at the top, beckoning me to come up. A very uncomfortable entrance.

 

 

A lot of Montreal apartments are like that. If u ever go for a random hookup at a guy's place, sometimes it might be the kind of apartment where there is an indoor flight of stairs, and the apartment is at the 2nd or 3rd floor. U ring the bell, and the door mysteriously opens for u by a rope that strings up to the top which they pull from the top to release the lock mechanism at the door. The guy isn't even there to greet you, and the door atop is just left ajar for u to go in urself.

 

 

This broad chested guy was really out of my league. He was just really chunky and big, like a bouncer. I was scared why he picked me up. I told him that he was gonna kill me once inside his apartment, and especially the way that I had to enter. He told me he was gonna kill me with his dick. He was the straightest guy I ever slept with. He must live in the Village for a reason, I think he likes to go DL and pick up the boyz.

 

 

This park here is super cruisy, and if u sit there on a hot summer night, there will be guyz walking up and back down the same street 2 seconds later, always looking into the shadows of the park.

 

I hope he came out a happy customer! He looks happy.

 

 

Although the restaurants are awesome in Montreal, a lot of people stay home and cook. Cooking is a huge part of French culture. Everybody cooks. In Toronto, there is a huge non-cooking culture, and eating take out daily. In Montreal, ur dumb if you dont cook. And a lot of people just want to eat healthier and know what's in their food. Quebec cooking is pretty simple, but is still a classy affair. It is usually more about the ingredients, especially local Quebecois ingredients, then it is about running a full factory kitchen production.