Okay, so the end of the Toronto trip.

Let's see, I left off with Sunday night.  Monday morning, we got up, showered, and went to the Second Cup again for breakfast.  Then, with our coffee/hot chocolate (and umbrella) in hand, we headed out and up Yonge Street.

It was spitting rain a bit, it had in fact, rained earlier in the day.  Rained enough so that the snow from the night before was all gone.  It didn't really rain all that much throughout the day, but it was overcast and damp.

So we walked to Bloor Street and then west until we got to The Royal Ontario Museum.  I had been there once before years ago, Michelle had never been there.  We ended up wandering around through there for like three to four hours.  We saw a ton of dinosaur skeletons.  We saw relics from Byzantium, Ancient Greece and Rome, Ancient Egypt.  We saw exhibits from Canadian history.  We saw a whole section of dioramas from European history, starting with the Medieval Period all the way up through the Victorian era.  We saw an exhibit on Art Deco designs and furniture.  We saw a four story tall totem pole.    It was frankly an amazing museum, and I think there was more to see, but after several hours, we were just tired.

So we walked back to the hotel, a different way than the way we went.  She stopped at the Wine Rack and got some more wine.  We went back to the hotel and hung out there until we decided to get some food.  Every trip I had taken to Toronto I had walked past The Hair Of The Dog.  I had thought it was just a bar at the Southern edge of the Gay Ghetto, but Michelle was looking online and saw it was actually a pub/restaurant.  So we decided to go there.

They actually had some great food.  I had some great fish and chips, I forget what kinda vegetarian stuff Michelle had.but she enjoyed it as well.  And after a full and filling meal, we returned to the hotel.

All trip, we had been debating if we wanted to stay an extra night or not.  We had done so the last time she and I went, and this trip, we had the room through Monday night into Tuesday, but we were trying to decide if we wanted to stay Tuesday night and leave Wednesday.  Well, we finally decided we did want to do that, stay an extra night.  So after we returned, I went to the front desk and asked if we could stay an extra night.  But they said they were entirely booked up Tuesday and Wednesday nights both.  I guess with several floors of the hotel out of commission due to remodeling, it shouldn't be surprising they were sold out.  Still, it was a bit disappointing.

So weren't in the room for a long time before I decided it was time for me to go out and whore myself around.  I mean, it WAS my last night there, and I hadn't really done this at all yet (not counting the one time with Fizul on Saturday afternoon).  So about 8:00, I headed out.

NOTE: Things get rather specific and graphic after this, so if you're not interested in this aspect of my trip, feel free to scroll down a bit.

I went to the one video arcade that had several different theaters and booths in it.  I was there until I think 11:30.  To summarize all that happened, I'll just say I had a great time in multiple encounters.

First, almost as soon as I got there, I got with a cute black guy with a paralyzed left hand. I got him off orally, but told him not to cum in my mouth, and he didnt.  We were in a booth, he was laying on the couch in there as the movie played and I blew him.  And when the time came, he yanked himself out of my mouth, rolled over and shot all the way across the booth, like a yard of more.  Nice.  Oh to be in my late 20s-early 30s and be able to shoot that far.

I left the booth while he cleaned up and got himself together.  I went into one of the theaters showing a gay porno on continual loop.  It wasn't too long until an Asian guy in a red sweater sat next to me and wanted to suck me.  So I let him.  He wanted me to suck him too, but I wasn't really into him that way, so I told him no. And after sucking me a bit, he stopped and left.  Which was fine with me.

Later, there was another Asian guy who kept rubbing my crotch and telling me he wanted to blow me.  I wasn't really into him, but he wore me down, so we got a booth together.  He did suck me, but I wasn't feeling it at all.  But he was into jacking himself, so I helped him cum, and then we both left the booth.

Later still, I was sitting in the gay porn theater again. Directly in front of me sat a cute-ish lil Asian guy.  Behind me and a seat over sat a guy that looked kinda like a friend of mine, Paul.  I had my dick out jacking it and the lil Asian guy in front saw it, so he reached over and started jacking me.  "Paul" stood up behind me and was jacking himself, so I reached over my shoulder and jacked him for me.  And there we were, for a lil bit doing just all that stuff.

I tried to get cute lil Asian guy into a booth, but he didn't seem interested, which was fortunate, because another guy, Native American/Italian mix looking guy, who was MUCH more attractive, caught my eye and I managed to get him into a booth with me.  I blew him until he too shot, but on the floor, and not across the booth like the black guy.  He cleaned himself up and left,  There was still a porno playing in the booth, so I stayed to watch it, but left the booth door open.  Soon, there was this cute twinkie boy standing in the doorway.  I nodded my head for him to come in and he did.

He was college aged, had a head shaved on the sides and a topknot on top, and was lean.  He took off his coat, hung it up, then pulled his pants and underwear down and got on his knees to blow me.  he was REALLY good, but I wanted to see what he had, so I sat up and said I wanted to see his and reached down to grab it.

Dear GOD, it was MASSIVE!  I mean thicker than your average banana, at least 8 inches long AND uncut!  I told him is was massive and jacked it a bit and he giggled shyly.  I told him I was going to take of that for him when he was done with me.  He just smiled, giggled, shrugged and went back to work.  After I finished, he stood up and started to pull up his pants, and I asked, "Dont you want to get off?"  He shook his head, "I'm good" he said.  I got myself together, and told him, "Thank you." And he smiled and said, "Thank you...SIR."  hmmm.  I asked for a hug, which he agreed to.  And as we hugged I squeezed his ass, and that was amazing too.  He just giggle and then left the booth.

*SIGH*

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I returned to the hotel, Michelle was still up.  We hung out and watched TV and talked and stuff until finally going to sleep.

Tuesday morning, we got up, had some breakfact in the room (bagels and stuff), packed everything up and then, saying goodbye to the hotel room, went down and checked out.  They pulled Belle out of the heated indoor garage they had her in, we packed her up, and off we went.

It's always sad leaving Toronto, but this time, we had music playing and kept each other cheered up.  We stopped at the designated rest stop along the QEW (about exit 75 as I recall) and had a quick lunch.  Then, when we got to the border, we did a little shopping at the Duty Free.  I wanted to get rid of as much of my coins as I could, so I bought a cap, a magnet and some pens for a few coworkers, and that took all my coins except for a 10 cent coin.

After this, it was crossing the border (where a cute American customs agent engaged us in a conversation, where, at the end of, he informed us that we needed to sign our passports!  We had both forgotten to do so, but after talking with us, he let us in anyway.), drove through Buffalo, and back to Bradford (without a snowstorm obscuring the drive).

We checked into the hotel, rested a bit and then went back to Beefeaters and had another completely delicious meal!  We returned to the room, I was on my laptop, Michelle went to the jacuzzi for a hote bit.  Then we watched some tv and went to sleep.

Wednesday morning, we checked out and went to the European Pastry shop for breakfast, and then drove home, making it to Waynesboro by 4pm.

And then, the Toronto Trip was over.  Boo hoo.

Surprisingly, that night, I got everything unpacked, put away or in the laundry for washing the next day.  And I spent the night resting and recuperating.

POLT