A group of my closest friends and I are heading up to Montreal tonight for a weekend of debauchery! It’s a short flight from Boston – only 45 minutes; which means I’ll probably be shit-faced by 11:00 PM.
I don’t party much (wink, wink).. but I’m REALLY looking forward to a weekend out with friends in Montreal’s Gay Village.
Our first (and probably only) stop Friday night will be the infamous Stock Bar on Sainte-Catherine.
I have never been to a strip club where I wanted to suck and/or fuck every single dancer. Every.Single. Dancer. I don’t know what Montreal has in it’s water or food supply to make these french Canadian male strippers & dancers look like Gods. I wish Boston figured it out and did something about it.
All nude. Big uncut HARD cocks. Meaty asses. Chiselled chests. Full sleeve tats. Smiles that melt your heart and awaken your cock. Shower shows. God, Help Me!!
I don’t speak French (Montreal is a French speaking province in Canada).. but all I need to know how to say is: “Hello” and “Marry me, please!”. Bonjour.
If you’re curious how we’ll be enjoying our weekend, go toStockBar.com. And,.. don’t be jealous!
I’ll tell you about my weekend of excessive indulgence in my sensual pleasures next week.
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