MONTREAL 3

Previously on Will Clark World Part 1 and Part 2

Waking up in a new city is a kick. At first you open your eyes and you're not really sure where you are. You think: 'whoops, did I go home with someone last night and I've forgotten who they are? Was the sex that good? and how the hell am I going to get home all bedraggled?" Then, you realize, you're simply staying with friends in a bed you've never been in before. And there is a relief.

I spent my first full day in Montreal traipsing around St. Catherine's doing some window shopping and seeing the sights (and by 'sights' I mean the hot guys that were in town for Pride). The street is closed to automobiles for the summer and all the cafe's have expanded out onto the street. It's such a great idea and I hope New York does something like this someday (I mean, beyond the ticky tacky plastic lawn chairs strewn about in Times Square).

The boys offered to drive me up to the top of Mont Royal and I took this video

and then we climbed up to the tippy top. I had to piss real bad and it wasn't until midstream that I realized I could have made a very Titan-like piss video out there in the woods (sure, I could do that here in my apartment but there's something much better about seeing the urine shower down outside isnt there? I mean, it's part of the 'thing' that it's being done outside and therefore the pisser might get caught... but I have found that people have park sex in Montreal and nothing much happens to them.... not that I'm all that much into public sex and all - surprisingly enough - but it's nice to know that others in the world aren't as uptight about stuff as we are here in America).

Later, it was time for dinner at a gorgeous little Italian place down on the street. It was a bring your own wine place and a friend, Greg, of the boys joined us and we got toasted and fed and talked ourselves into oblivion which is sort of the point of a Friday night in my opinion.

Naturally, it was then strip club time and we decided upon Campus. Now I don't know if this was just chance or the guys had somehow called ahead but we managed to get a table that was center stage and we spent the next couple hours commandeering it with liquor and hot strippers, some of whom joined us for drinks and some of whom various members of our group joined for some back room 'lap dances'.

There was one hot guy, Ian, who showed up on stage looking like he was having the time of his life. He looked like he was just happy to be there and be alive. The boys decided that it was time for me to experience the joy of a lap dance myself and so when Ian showed up at the table and curled his arms around my shoulders, there was money shoved into my hand from my very generous hosts and I was taken voraciously to the back room. Let's just say that either he was actually into me or he's the best stripper EVER.. in either case I ended up having a really great ten minutes (and sometimes, let's be honest, ten minutes is all you need).

After awhile a couple of us wandered out for a smoke and then on to the Stud which was happening but I still wasn't feelin and then on the way home, there it was, presenting in big letters, the bathhouse, GI Joe. I kinda thought 'why not' and got a room and traipsed around the halls for abit because there is something kind of inherently fun in watching others have sex (one hot leather couple banging each other in a public sling totally rocked my world).

The best part of the place though was a little room designed specifically for getting clean. They give you your own nozzle and everything. It sort of feels like a Steven Scarborough Club Inferno movie somehow and it kind of simultaneously gave me the chills and the creeps and yet turned me on.

But like I always say, when you're too prepared, it sort of knocks away the hook up magic and that it did for me. Still, I had a decent time although it was getting really late and I was noticing that I was just nodding off a little. So I thought, what would it harm to just go to the room and lay my head down for ten minutes? So I did. From my point of view I was out for a second, but when I got up and walked into the hall, ghost town. I had this sickening realization that I must have slept for quite some time and I saw daylight peeking through at one place where a window had been blacktaped up. It turned out that I had been asleep for over two hours. damn. Well, the party was over and it was time for me to hit the sack, and not the one in the bathhouse, but the one back at my friends' place.I actually felt really refreshed strangely enough.

As I walked out into the sunshine of a beautiful day, I felt another layer of that crusty stressed out New Yorker fall away, left behind in the dust and garbage that lay on St. Catherine's.

TO BE CONTINUED

Comments

[ChrisB]

Urban mountain climbing, good food and wine, friendly strippers, sounds like the perfect day in Montreal! One of the nicest days of the summer for sure!