in the middle of the night
I arrive at the 24-hour joint:
closing time at the bars
in Montréal -- signalled three a.m
had shuffled my feet on the dance floor
disco lights and strobe balls
highlighting my moves;
too much Maryjane,
poppers, and watered down drinks
neon-pink sign flashes before me
student rates
'Room six dollars --
twelve-hour stay'
didn't worry about the cost
just need to get my rocks off
flying high as the rainbow flag
i checked my change
loonies and twoonies were going
to get me laid
heart-a-pounding
i stagger the stairs
nervously I enter -- pay the cashier
gave me a room with a TV,
because I'm a young queer
I looked at the number and smiled a grin
number sixty-nine is the room I'm in
the place is dark, it smells of chlorine
the pool is Cuba blue, the showers full of steam
i stagger upstairs, enter the chamber
strip off my clothes, flick on the TV
wrapped in a towel, I lay on the bed
there is no action, I arrived too soon
pick myself up and leave the room
I prowl the labyrinthine corridors
looking for something, on all the three floors
the music pounds, I head below
where men are stripping, putting on a show
i enter the pool, stroke in the nude
eyed by men, ready to cruise
with their furtive glances
and open flirtations
I admire their bodies
craving their flesh
close my eyes
visualize touching their lips
a quenching lust overcomes me
as I head back to my chamber followed by three
open my door and welcome them in
ever-ready to partake in my sin
our bodies tumble, collide on the bed
place the condoms in view, start giving head
moving mouths are bobbing up and down
tonight I'm going to do the whole damn town
among the tangled bodies,
searching for probing tongues,
eight roaming hands
start to get the job done
proverbial climaxes climb and squirt
it's time for a shower;
head down the stairs
popping a downer
I caress my body
lather the soap
instant hard-on
I feel like a dope
he approaches from behind
flicks my ear lobe
as warm water cascades
my cock lengthens and strobes
security enters, we leave the shower
head to my room so I can devour
this muscular man who appeared from nowhere
a Paris he was with no chest hair
we sucked and we fucked and we passionately kiss
I am taken away in an erotic bliss
four hours later we fall into a blissful sleep
cuddling one another, floating in dreams
I awake in a lonely daze
his eyes flutter open, a shameful wake
we lay and spoke for over an hour
I hug him softly, all for one moment
we swim into each other's eyes
search the soul of another's muse
it's time to go and we are polite
with that one final moment, a willing embrace
Silver trophy winner
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) but if this is something you're not you were extremely convincing that you have done this before! I felt like I experienced the whole thing with you and I could definitely connect into the piece..I saw the whole thing like a movie! Amazing write! Keep up the great work and best of luck in the contest!
Shana
Unfortunately, my sensual plans for this afternoon were sidetracked...
Oh well, perhaps tomorrow! Haha (I don't dare reread this now as I'm home alone and well, I'd rather have my man here to be able to umm yeah, benefit from this!)
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