Montreal was a series of fantastic restaurants, pubs, bars, fetish stores, and strong drinks.

In short, it was everything I hoped it would be and then some!

We left semi-early on Friday morning and arrived in Montreal sometime around supper.  We checked into the hotel and got our bearings before I called Esined and made plans for drinks later that evening.  Montreal is a beautiful old city, although the traffic leaves much to be desired.  On the way into the city we hit rush hour and I had a full bladder of course.  It was all I could do to lay in the back of the Nitro with my legs pressed tight together while trying not to laugh.  I was in agony by the time Jack found a grocery store for us to run into to use the bathroom.

It was very, very cold and windy on Friday night when we ventured out of our hotel in search of a place to eat before going out for the evening.  We happened across a BBQ joint called Bofinger, which served the most amazing pulled pork sandwich ever!!!

After filling our bellies we made our way over to Crescent St. which is where a lot of the action is in Montreal.  There were people everywhere, and we actually ran into tons of Calgarians who were in town to cheer on the Stamps.

After discussing the possibilities with Esined we settled on Sir Winston Churchill (aka Winnie), which is a pub/bar on Crescent, with the kind of atmosphere we were looking for.  It was loaded with hot men and we settled in to get our drunk on.  Esined and her husband arrived and we all hit it off famously.  There was plenty of laughing and inappropriate remarks and before I knew it I was fully loaded and pressed up against some good looking guy on the dance floor.

There was dancing, followed by making out until my lips were sore.  In fact I think his intention was to suck them off my face.  It was like exchanging saliva with a high-power vacuum.  Despite his utter lack of lip-locking skills I certainly enjoyed myself.  It was fun and playful, I left him on the dance floor to find V who had wandered off with a cute hook-up of her own.

At the end of the night, when they eventually kicked us out of the bar, we staggered back to our hotel room in the freezing cold (we were too far gone to even have the sense to catch a cab apparently).  We were all worked up, so Jack and I fell into bed together and fucked like we were possessed while V spectated from her bed next to us.  Hawt!  Apparently our grunts and moans and whimpers sound pretty good, LOL, or so I am told

It must have been nearly 5:00am before we passed out, which meant for sleeping late Saturday morning.  That day, however, will have to wait until the next post!