Friday night I got ready to meet up with my friend Latxboy and his group of friends for a rubbery night out. I had brought an outfit to Montréal to pair with the new boots as I knew at some point we'd be going out -- the photo shoots were an extra bonus! I met Latxboy and his boyfriend at their condo around 10pm, had a few beers and got dressed. A couple of their friends showed up around 11pm and we headed out around 11:30. It was exhilarating to be walking down Rue Ste-Catherine fully dressed in my rubber and surrounded by four other hot rubbermen! There were still a lot of normies walking around in the street enclosure area (post-Just for Laughs), so we got a lot of attention. There was supposed to be a fetish night at L'Aigle Noir, but there was basically no one there. We met up with a couple more of the group's friends and a very cute young guy who hung out with us for the rest of the evening, as he was basically the only other one in the bar dressed in rubber. He claimed it was his first time out in rubber in public ever, so it was a pretty monumental evening out for him as well. I told him in broken French how resolute he was to go out on his own. But, being as cute as he was, I don't think he was having any problems garnering attention.
So we went to Le Parking instead, as it is one of the most popular bars in the Village these days. There was a Blackout Party in the lower level which was also dead, so we spent the evening on the main dance floor with all the other non-rubberized gay boys. We sure got a lot of stares and errant groping while walking along Ste-Catherine and in the club! We would get into trains and grope and rub each other's rubber against the next man's rubber. It was very hot and arousing (and me in my rubber tights for all to see! For shame! ;-)). This drove some of the other guys into a frenzy and they would decide to join in too, including some of the as-expected creeps, one of which followed me around the club all night. The feeling of rubber-on-rubber is like nothing I've ever experienced before. The slight friction of rubber on rubber. The smell of another man in rubber in front of me. The groping and the sensation of another's body heat through the rubber. It was fantastic.
I think I said fantastique about a hundred times that night...
The night was a lot of fun, despite the zero turnout. It was figured by the guys that are big in the Montréal rubber scene when we talked about it: 1) that a lot of the fetishists are in Toronto this weekend for Folsom Fair North, 2) that a lot of the service industry queens are laying low to save up money for Pride weekend, and 3) the remainder are probably out camping/out of town. Too bad -- another poorly-timed weekend out, but it was exhilarating to go out with other rubber guys instead of always being the only one! And a hot group of boys at that. Better a group of seven or eight than just me, although they all thought the evening sucked. It was ground-breaking for me! One step at a time.
Fortunately, I also got to practice French since a couple of the guys only spoke French, and I did get told by several people that they were impressed with my 'Prairie-accented' French (mind you, that's coming from people that don't speak a work of English and haven't heard me speak that language yet). The cute rubber boy and I hung out together for most of the night and did some groping and feeling by ourselves on the dance floor and the terrasse, but I told him I was dedicated to my boyfriend and wasn't going to do anything. I think he was into me and this really disappointed him. In the middle of a conversation on the terrasse with several others he excused himself and never came back. *sigh* Tant pis. He was very, very cute. Why do I always find these gorgeous guys in Montreal every time that I'm there that I can't do anything with? Grrr on the boyfriend! LOL
Latxboy and his boyfriend had left the bar around 2pm for home since they also were going camping on Saturday morning, but I stayed until the end with the rest of the guys until leaving around 3:30. I went to the condo to quickly pick up my stuff and chatted with the guys for a bit until 4am. Yipe. I decided to walk back to the Plateau as I was still wired awake and the morning was turning out to be a beautiful one.
I can't imagine what the feeling would be like to be in an entire room full of rubbermen, and it is becoming a higher priority that I go to Chicago for MIR this fall day-by-day.
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