The Closet Professor

Since it was Sunday, I did sleep in a little more, but not too late.  I had things I wanted to see. I took my shower, got dressed and headed toward Old Montreal. After getting turned around a little, I finally came across a Starbucks, had an iced latte, and used their Wi-Fi. Once I got my bearings and realized that the Notre-Dame Basilica was just around the corner, I went to see the church. The church’s Gothic Revival architecture is among the most dramatic in the world: its interior is grand and colorful; the ceiling is colored deep blue and decorated with golden stars; and the rest of the sanctuary is a polychrome of blues, azures, reds, purples, silver, and gold. It is filled with hundreds of intricate wooden carvings and several religious statues. Unusual for a church, the stained glass windows along the walls of the sanctuary do not depict biblical scenes, but rather scenes from the religious history of Montreal.

After Notre-Dame, I went to Pointe-à-Callière Museum, the Museum of Archaeology and History. I came across a tent set-up that said at the top, “Museum of Archaeology and History.” So I went up to the two ladies at the tent and asked where it was and they pointed across the street to people standing in line. I immediately got in line. Sunday was Montreal Museum Day, when 36 of the 41 museums are free to enter. The line for the Museum of Archaeology and History was about 20 minutes long and then once inside there was a line for either the movie about the history of Montreal or the exhibits. The movie had a 30-60 minute wait, while the exhibits had a 10-20 minute wait, so I chose the shorter wait time and decided not to see the film.  The museum was quite interesting.  I loved how at one point they had models of the old city at various stages under glass in the floor.  It showed were you were standing in the model and the major features of the city at the time.  I really enjoyed the archaeology and history.

When I left there, I decided to go have brunch. I had the best Bloody Mary I’ve ever had and their English breakfast: fried eggs, home-style potatoes, baked beans, bacon, sausage, and blood pudding. I left the blood pudding alone and ate most of the rest. The Bloody Mary was by far the best part about brunch. Then I headed back to the hotel. I’d already decided that the museums would be too crowded, so I went back to my hotel to take a nap and get ready for my evening at the sauna. I did finally learn to navigate the Metro system, which saved my feet a lot of worry.

Oasis Sauna was nice, but I’m not sure it was for me. As you go in, you pay for a room or a locker (I got a room), and they hand you a towel and a key. I went up to my room, undressed, put on the towel, and wrapped the key around my wrist, then went to explore the place. The sauna is two stories. The second floor has rooms, a dark room, and glory holes. My room was on the second floor.  The first floor had rooms, showers, a hot tub, wet and dry sauna, and a snack bar. I walked around some, got in the hot tub and sauna, and mainly just watched. I ended up getting a lot more action from the private dance the night before. There is a possibility that I would try it again, but I’m not sure.  There were a lot of hot guys there. I think what it boils down to is that you have to be in good shape with a nice dick or you have to be fairly aggressive. I’m not in great shape nor am I very aggressive, so I didn’t get any action though I saw some people getting plenty of action.

After the sauna, I headed back to the hotel and had a late dinner there because most things were closing by the time I left the sauna. At the hotel, I had a light supper of shellfish bisque with a glass of white wine. For dessert, I had a caramel mousse that was to die for. The caramel mousse was inside a round cake that had been hollowed out. It was so delicious, I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. After supper, I went up to my room and packed up so I was mostly ready to head home when I woke the next morning.

I arrived in Montreal Friday night and checked into the hotel. Because it was already late, I ordered in room service, and read a little bit, and went to bed. I read Do-Over by Haley Walsh; which was a cute and sexy little short story. I’d recommend it for anyone who wants a quick read.

When I woke Saturday morning, I took a shower and got ready to go out.  I started to eat breakfast at the hotel, but decided to seek out a Starbucks on St. Catherine Street instead. So I hiked up the short hill to St. Catherine’s and went in search of my first Starbucks. I first went west on St. Catherine, which must have been a mistake because when I headed east, there was a Starbucks every block or two. 

St. Catherine Street is the primary commercial artery of Downtown Montreal. It is where most of the shops and malls are. I window-shopped some as I walked down the street and headed toward the Gay Village at the other end of the street. Part of the street around the Place des Arts is blocked off for pedestrian traffic only. I continued down the street to the Latin Quarter, which is not pedestrian only until I came to the Gay Village.

You know you are in the Gay Village proper when you see the pink balloons overhead that extend throughout The Village on St. Catherine Street. The Village is filled with shops, restaurants, bars, and saunas all catering to gay men. If there were lesbian areas, I didn’t see them, nor did I see many straight couples walking around the area. I did see some lesbians and straight couples, but not many.  Once I walked through The Village and found where I would be meeting JiEL later that evening, I headed back to my hotel, but decided to do some shopping on the way. I bought an outfit (gray jeans a blue polka dot shirt, cute socks, and a pair of sneakers) and decided to go back to my hotel to rest before heading back out that evening.

I left my hotel room around 4pm (I was meeting JiEL at 5) and went in search of the Metro Station. There were two near my hotel, neither of which I could find unless you know exactly where to look. My international data doesn’t seem to work with Verizon making navigating a bit more difficult. I need to talk to Verizon about this since my plan says that it will. So I ended up walking back down to the Gay Village, where I met JiEL at Sky Bar.

JiEL gave me an extensive tour of The Village. He first showed me the major sights of Montreal from the rooftop bar at Sky.  Then he showed me the best places to go to and which ones to avoid in the Gay Village. We went into Campus, which is a nude dance bar. The men were gorgeous and there were a few porn stars there. We stayed long enough to look around and see a few dances before heading out and deciding we would come back later. We continued our tour of the Gay Village, and then found the nice Italian restaurant with the fabulous linguine pescatore I had mentioned in a previous blog post.

After dinner we went into Priape, which is a gay sex shop mega store; then back to Campus where they were having the Best Butt 2016 Contest. For a butt aficionado, I was in heaven. About halfway through the contest, one of the dancers approached me about doing a private dance. I said I would like to after the contest was over. JiEL had to leave after the Best Butt Contest, but I stayed for my private dance. I had a blast even though I spent too much money, but it was worth every dollar. I definitely got my money’s worth.  Unlike with female strippers where you are forbidden to touch, male strippers allow you to touch and play. It was loads of fun.

After the private dance, I found a taxi and headed back to my hotel. My feet were tired and would not hold out for another walk back to the hotel.  I’d already walked nearly 11 miles on Saturday. My feet needed a rest. When I got back to the hotel, I let off some sexual energy with the thought of my dancer and his wonderful smell, and then drifted to sleep.

Stay tuned for Day 2 tomorrow….