So I’m walking around Toronto doing some shopping today. Shopping for cock. I park at the Hyatt Regency and sit in the Starbucks, turn on my favourite app.
Wow. Within about 30 seconds I get five messages. None look appealing though. I’m spoiled living in University town with its abundant youth. I put the phone away and stroll to the eaton’s center for some new shirts. I pick up a couple Raw-Edge V-Neck Tees (2/$39, Guess).
But the exciting part comes a little farther… Spa Excess and Steamworks, the two most well known bathhouses are here. I walk past the thick door of spa excess. Two guys are within 20m of me, they must be inside. I’m too chicken to go in. Same with Steamworks. Instead, I eat at Subway, staring out into Church street, and Grindr.
“How dangerous is Steamworks?” I ask.
“All these dirty places!” someone replies, and blocks me.
A grey-bearded guy is more helpful. “All I’m saying is that some guys don’t disclose their status,” he says, and invites me up to his apartment down the street where I can blow him. I decline, saying I’ve gotta eat lunch first.
I’d be disappointed if I left TO without going in. I resolve to do it with a compromise: I just won’t touch anybody. I slink back to Spa Excess and wrench open the doors, expecting to see an orgy. Instead there’s some stairs going up. I carefully ascend them, silently, ducking back so the cashier or whatever wouldn’t notice me if I turned around and fled.
There’s a window in the wall beside the door. “What do I have to do?” I squeak at the cashier. I pay $6 and leave my grad student card with him, and he lets me in. Staring at the floor, I stride to the stairwell and go down, then up, looking for the locker room. It was a quite a locker room, a beautiful site to behold with coloured light emanating from somewhere in the darkness. I change quickly and slam the door shut, hanging my key on my wrist.
Down a flight is the jacuzzi tub. Well, I have to go in. I’m here. So I shower, staring straight at the wall and sit down with two other old guys. I watch some vintage porn on the flat screen for a while, until I’m relaxed, then I get up to explore some more.
It’s easy to not touch anyone here. At 1pm on Saturday there’s only like 10 guys here. I find the maze and wander around it, moving quickly past anyone as they reach for me. The maze snakes around a bathroom, and includes a viewing couch looking straight through one-way glass toward a trough urinal. That would be hot, if anyone was there. I’m a fan of watersports.
I decide to end my trip at the bar. I grab a $9 long island iced tea, and sit on the couch near the TV. It’s playing classic movies. Behind me a toweled asian guy sits at a table using his laptop. I read on my phone, sipping the alcohol, and I feel totally relaxed. This is not a bad place to visit.
Later on I make my way through Toronto back to my parking space. On Grindr, the streets are an ever changing sea. There are so many choices. But no bites. I make it all the way back to the hotel and sit in the lobby. It’s too early to go home.
I see a guy on Grindr. We exchange pics.
He’s asian, he looks OK and will let me blow him. He can host right now in his hotel room at the Marriot around the block. “10 mins” I tell him.
When I get to his door my heart is pounding. WTF am I doing. I should turn back. Instead I rap on his door.
He’s in his underwear already, watching TV. We introduce ourselves and he offers me some water. “You’re so formal,” he says, smiling incredulously.
“Do you do this often?” I ask. Not too often, he says. I tell him he’s my #5. “Five today?” I shook my head. “Five in your life?!” Yup. So tell me if I’m doing something wrong.
We go to the bedroom and strip, laying on the bed. Cuddling’s still weird for me, I tell him, and reach for his crotch. He obliges, discarding his black briefs. A beautiful, cut cock, a drop of precum already at its tip. I lick it up and make him sit on the edge of the bed. His penis fits comfortably in my mouth. I’m relaxed, and go for a while. He can’t believe how into it I am. I’m like a starving man on sausage. Eventually he ends up standing against the wall, thrusting into my face when I feel several squirts of salty cum land on my tongue. I show it to him before swallowing it down.
“You’re very good at this,” he tells me, stroking my hair. He’s never cum from just a blowjob before.
Later he messages. If I’m ever in TO again, let him know. Yay, a job well done.