Bottom Boys Club

Many people think that the capital of Canada is Toronto or Montréal, even Vancouver. It’s a much smaller city, Ottawa, situated in the province of Ontario, just across Gatineau in the province of Québec. The Ottawa River separates these two cities and five bridges span it to facilitate coming and going. Ottawa has a population of 1,021,765 compared to 2,794,356 for Toronto. Pierre, 38, is a teacher in Gatineau, but spends part of his weekends in Ottawa because he likes to cruise circumcised boys. As a general rule, Québécois are not circumcised while almost all Ontarian boys are. Pierre is Black and sports an 11-inch uncut rod (they say that opposites attract, cut and uncut, lol).  

I know it’s a stereotype, but Black guys tend to be Tops and well-hung. This is the case for Pierre; however, getting fucked on occasion gives rise to equal pleasure, up to a certain point of course. He likes guys at least half his age, so not more than 19, which makes things legal since the age of consent for sexual activities in Canada is 16, straight or gay. For Pierre, the attraction to boys covers a fairly wide range: the average guy next door, gorgeous twinks who seem younger than 16, hairy little bums who use homophobic language to hide their true sexual orientation, gymnasts who are just starting out bodybuilding, even effeminate boys into cross-dressing.

Pierre is almost 6-foot tall, has a slim hairless body, a firm peachy butt and an 11-inch uncut rod, as you already know. He teaches at Polyvalente Nicolas-Gatineau, a public secondary high school attended by 3,000 students. He is not openly gay and his rugged masculine look makes him popular amongst female staff. Pierre volunteers in community activities but leads a secret life on weekends. To pick young guys, he roams the Central Experimental Farm Trails, the Rideau Centre shopping plaza, Vincent Massey Park, Major Hill Park behind the Château Laurier Hotel and Rockcliffe Park which is very busy in the bushes, not too far from the Governor General’s residence.

On a Saturday afternoon, Pierre is in and out of the washroom on the 5th floor at the Rideau Centre complex. When he sees a twink going to the urinals, he steps to the next one, pulls out his awesome rod and glances at the boy. Nine times out of ten, the twink smiles and follows him to the sink where a few words are exchanged. The two leave the place rubbing their crotch, a sign that a pact has been sealed. Today, Pierre takes Andrew home and directs him to the basement which almost looks like a dungeon. A sling is in full view and Andrew displays both anxiety and fear at the sight of chains, handcuffs and whips. Pierre intends to treat him lightly for this first time because he already dreams of playing with Andrew’s ass on a regular basis.

As soon as Pierre takes off his pants and his briefs, the boy salivates and approaches to suck the biggest cock he has ever seen. Pierre encourages him by extending an arm to slide a finger into Andrew’s hairless little ass. “Are you sure you can accommodate every inch of my dagger?” Andrew chokes on the cock in his mouth, but manages to say that his ass is begging to be fucked hard, thick and deep. Pierre sits him in the sling, lubricates the boy’s hole, and unceremoniously begins to thrust him manlily. Andrew lets out a cry of pain, bites his lower lips, grabs the chains and pushes his hole to receive another inch, then half a foot and finally the whole dagger with moans of pleasure. “It’s so fucking hot to feel you inside me. Pound my ass hole and flood my trunk with your junk!” Since the encounter is a creamy success, Andrew suggests to Pierre that he will introduce him to a 16-year-old friend who dreams of discovering how a black cock could enter his little round ass as smooth and sweet as a peach.

The following Saturday, Andrew shows up with Daniel who looks like a 13 or 14 years-old teenager. Pierre immediately asks him for an identity card to verify his age. The student card clearly indicates that he was born in 2008. The teacher has prepared a bench on which Andrew and Daniel can kneel down comfortably while offering their ass to be fucked alternatively. Pierre loves to beat White butt cheeks with his Black stiff rod, and to tickle their pink rosebud. The trio is obviously super excited. The twinks are in for a surprise. Pierre spits on their hole and starts rimming left and right. Moans of bliss fill the dungeon and the super virile penetration seems to happen almost smoothly. Libido has the awesome power to transform pain into pleasure.

Pierre is off for two months during the Summer and free to roam Rockcliffe Park, just east of the Primer Minister’s residence (under renovation right now). There are lots of so-called straight young guys in the woods and trails. As soon as they see Pierre’s tool, their gay orientation takes a fuckin boost. Pierre is attracted to a shy boy who seems new to this type of cruising. He gets close and as soon as he tries to pat the twink on the butt, a quick reply stops him. “I’m not here to have sex, just to look around and admire various types of cocks.” Pierre smiles and pulls out his gorgeous appetizing dick, smiles and says: “We don’t need to have sex, let’s just see if it fits. My name is Pierre, I have a car and I can drive you back after our one-on-one experience.” The shy twink smiles, feels the long thick rod, and whispers: “My name is Greg. I guess it’s not a sin just to see if it fits, as you say.”

Pierre is a teacher and his experience with teenagers serves him well. Once installed on the leather sofa in the basement, he invites Greg to snuggle up against him, caresses his chest, kisses him tenderly on the lips, and immediately creates a climate of relaxation. The Black man’s hand ventures into the White boy’s crotch, and the hardening of the small bizoune (penis) signals a clear interest. “For this time, can I just see if it fits in my mouth, whispers Greg; I’m not sure my ass is ready for a dynamite fuck.” Pierre knows that they will meet again and he’s in no rush to penetrate him. Right now, he’s more interested in enlarging his Bottom Boys Club. They lie down on the carpet and suck off each other.

Barely a week later, the Bottom Boys Club has a new addition. Llyod is a little bum picked up in Major Hill Park behind the Château Laurier Hotel (a place where I met at least half a dozen guys in the late 1970s). This time, Pierre fantasizes on rough and tough ass fucking. He gets naked, puts on a leather harness and jockstrap, and orders Greg to lick him at the beat of a short riding crop with rhinestone handle. “Suck my dick before I shove something in your hairy stinky shit hole!” Once that is done, Pierre strips Lloyd naked, handcuffs his hands and feet to the sling, and starts slapping the bum’s balls with his super hard full-length dagger. Lloyd’s rather short cock rises a few inches and Pierre gives it a riding crop slap. He then pulls out an enormous black rubber dildo from a drawer, dips it in Crisco grease, and starts shoving the monster tool in the tight hairy hole. The sexual encounter ends with Lloyd’s high-pitched cries of pain and the vigorous massage of a black cock which splashes the hairy chest of the Bottom Boys Club’s not so brave bum.

The teacher loves to hang out with boys and it seems that there is a place where you can find them, at least according to the 1978 popular song “Y.M.C.A.” by Village People. Here is a short extract:

They have everything for young men to enjoy,
You can hang out with all the boys...
It’s fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
It’s fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.

Pierre travels a bit in July and early August. When in Toronto, he stops by the Central YMCA on Grosvenor Street, not too far from the busy Yonge Street and Bloor Street intersection. He has rented a room at the four-star Marriott Downtown Hotel where he can bring back a boy from the YMCA. The one he has successfully cruised is 19-year-old Ebrahim, originally from the Middle East and heavily into bodybuilding. He’s wearing a singlet that shapes his muscular body. His biceps, pecs, six-pack, thighs and ass stand out like gold in a mine shaft. Talking of shaft, Ebrahim doesn’t score high in terms of girth and length. His chiseled body largely compensates and that is what arouses Pierre at the utmost. He kisses the biceps, sucks the virile boobs, licks the six-pack, massages the hard V-shape thighs, and bites the dimple butt cheeks. In return, Ebrahim sucks the mammoth black cock and pleads to be ass-fucked hard and deep. After having French kissed for ten minutes, Pierre and Ebrahim positions themselves for a wild horny session: no lube, no condom, no gentle method, just raw animal fucking.

Back in Ottawa-Gatineau, Pierre has to prepare for the start of the school year. He nevertheless has time to welcome back Andrew and Daniel. When they show up, the scenario has a new twist. While Pierre fucks Daniel, Andrew tongue-twists his way inside the glistening ebony butt. It’s the first time the teacher becomes the middle slice of meat in a fucking and rimming sandwich.

Bon appétit!