Heat wave

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Saturday morning: the play area at the Point


My bathroom won’t be ready tonight, so I’m still in Toronto. I had in mind a swim at Club Toronto, and that’s where I ended the afternoon. The pool looked dirty until I realized it was covered with flower petals drifting from surrounding high-rises. I needed the water’s coolness.

In the shower was a man with a face like Brice Durand. Water slicked black hair over his nape. Not my usual type, but his interest was flattering and undeniable.

He fingered my ass briefly; that was all. We moved apart when a third man appeared: cubbish with a small potbelly and body fur.

We stood in a circle, just jerking. I hovered on the brink for a minute. Finally we moved closer, not touching, just for the visual, and then I came.

I retreated. They started embracing, kissing and stroking one another. While I showered, the cub turned the pretty one to face the wall and fucked him. Just went in like a rabbit. Brice’s smouldering eyes followed me as I walked out.

But I had been satisfied with something small, and didn’t want to fire that restless appetite for more. I dressed and left in less than 30 minutes.