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We met two guys in a bar in my hometown of Calgary, Canada — they were probably 19 or 20. They had short haircuts and a nice hotel room, so we believed it. There was a framed picture of a sports car on the wall. And he opened the door to his bedroom and said, “You’re about to see something very special.” The room was full of Garfield toys. Shelves of Garfield playing tennis, playing golf, wearing a hat. People don’t understand what an outdated term that is. He said, “You think I’m some crazy mastermind who’s been hiding who I am, I moved in with you, just because it’s all part of this ultimate scam where I’m taking whatever I can and will dump you?
I still know a few people who come here sometimes, but it’s nothing like the cruising Eden it used to be.To help us in this crucially important endeavor we turned to our friend and ace cocksmith Chris Mackinnon, a stud who knows his cruising locations like nobody’s business, having been gnawing down on strangers in the great outdoors for more years than he’d probably like to remember.So, with no further adieu, here is one very big homo’s cruising advice to all you boner-sporting tourists out there and to the locals who love you – though not quite enough to fuck you at home.He was my final conquest, finishing around the number 40. I don’t care what nontraditional path you take, you will end up with someone where you’re like, “We got together because we have the same values.” And now that I look back at my hypersexual past, I realize I’ve learned a lot. I like people who are warm — who can smile genuinely, and it doesn’t make their face look weird.I can recognize intimacy — a great sense of touch, and eye contact is very important. Sometimes you go, “I don’t even know why I like this person, but I’m so attracted to them.” You don’t have a lot to talk about, but you feel something crazy in the bedroom.Nevertheless, it’s generally worth checking out if you’re in the neighborhood and feeling horny.
Walk up Mont-Royal Avenue to Camillien-Houde – you know that street that goes over the entire mountain, with the lookout halfway up it? Go up it just a little ways and when you come up to the big cement median, turn left into the woods.
Lord knows there be no shortage of erections looking to bump uglies cum the weekend in the homo-positive hamlet of Montreal.
Given that many of these erections are from out of town – we thought it prudent to provide a short guide to a few choice locations where one can find a nice one to tug on without actually having to waste time engaging in any significant courtship-type nonsense with its owner.
For the next three years, I bonked my way around town.
Jonathan and I got married at city hall not too long after our argument.
Overall just connection — it’s a very ethereal thing.