Friday - This morning I boarded a train heading north to Seattle, then swapped to a bus to head into Canada. The train was a bore and the bus was worse, the border guard I approached was unpleasant to deal with. At the end of my journey Cockpit met me outside the station where he greeted me with a Santa hat of my own while he wore a red leather one with black trim. Once in the car I attacked him with a deep and aggressive kiss hello, he even tried to playfully push me off. What did he expect, I missed him!
We drove to his apartment to drop my bags, and within ten minutes of being with my puppy my depression which had been plaguing me for weeks instantly evaporated. Once my bag was dropped off we stopped for a lovely ramen dinner on Davie St., then retrieving my bag we headed down to my hotel where puppy had put us up for the weekend. Once in the lobby, Cockpit told me to wait there for a few minutes then come up to the room. I agreed and watched him leave up the elevator, wondering what he was up to. Five minutes were up and I followed his path upstairs, pausing at the room door to prepare for whatever, or whoever, could be on the other side. I unlocked the door and revealed his surprise.
I walked into a beautiful hotel room decorated for Christmas, a pile of sweets and junk food on the kitchen counter, various fox dolls and decorations arranged around the room, a tall thin artificial tree with lights and a small bushel of presents piled neatly on the tree skirt, as well as the room TV playing a video of a crackling fire, and his laptop playing holiday music. All of this with Cockpit sat on all fours in front of the couch in his puppy gear, wagging his tail. I couldn’t help but be brought to tears of joy at the intimate scene before me. Of course he wasted no time in teasing me over being emotional. He took my recent negative attitude towards the holiday due to the overexposure I suffered at work, and instantly revived my affection for it all. The music barely even irritated me. After settling in, I opened my presents, read my cards, and we shared half a loaf of Advent Stollen before snuggling up and going to bed. Very warm, and very happy.
Saturday - This morning I started things off with attacking Cockpit and stuffing his big, meaty dick in my mouth where I aggressively sucked much to his pleasure. It really fucking turns me on to milk moans and grunts out men I play with, especially the ones of the men I adore and love. I let him stroke until he was close, then I stole his cock back and worked him over until he burst his load in my mouth. I refused to stop sucking his wonderful manhood until I was plenty satisfied, leaving him in a panting heap.
A hot shower later and we were downstairs for breakfast, prepared for the day out and left. We had a wonderful day out and about downtown, the mall, the convention center Christmas window displays, the Christmas Market, then a very nice little cafe called Mink Chocolate. Cockpit ordered two sipping chocolates, at first taste it was as if someone melted an entire chocolate bar into a mug! It was so thick and decadent, it seemed redundant that they served it with a small piece of bar chocolate! I was so full I didn’t need to eat for the rest of the day.
That evening we went to Pump Jacks for a Vancouver Men in Leather gift exchange and social. Since I was a guest of Cockpit’s I stayed to the wings and politely socialized. At the end of their gift exchange event an announcement was made “We have a visitor from out of town!” and all eyes went to me, I was invited to sit on naughty Santa’s lap where they gifted me a traditional Christmas stocking that was absolutely stuffed to the brim, a card, as well as a bottle of wine. I expressed my absolute gratitude in their warm welcome and generosity. It felt so wonderful! Cockpit even opened a tab for me and encouraged me to drink my fill, my pup takes such amazing care of me. I couldn’t be more grateful.
I flirted with a few men that evening, including the bartender, Dana, who was a gentleman and an absolute WOOF. I then ran back to the hotel to drop off my presents, then change into my green leather Polizei motorcycle uniform and returned to the bar to continue flirting and enjoying drinks as Cockpit enjoyed his leash time on the floor. After an enjoyable time, Cockpit was ready to go biped again so we headed back to the hotel, on the walk back Cockpit told me I had every eye in the bar on me. However I didn’t notice it at all, I’m constantly oblivious to that kind of attention, but I’m nonetheless very grateful that men look at me that way. We ended the night with a shower, a pair of Christmas movies, then snuggled up and turned out the light.
Sunday - Starting with an indulgent breakfast at Canada’s staple, Tim Horton’s, followed by an errand concerning a pillow accompanied by a lesson in Canadian customer service (or severe lack thereof), we returned to the hotel and stayed in as the weather was so disagreeable. I took this time to pack and watch “Labyrinth” as everyone seemed to laud it as a wonderful piece of nostalgic film. I was quite disappointed in it. We loaded up the car and headed downtown for one last meal together at a memorable place for Cockpit, Han’s House of Noodles. We drove over to the airport, kissed our goodbyes, and said farewell until my next visit.
The moment I stepped into the airport and those sliding doors shut behind me, my mood dropped. I missed my pup terribly already despite seeing him mere moments prior. Once on my very tightly packed, uncomfortable, and turbulent flight home I thought of all the wonderful times we had together when he lived but three streets from me, and his company was simply a phone call and a short walk away.
I will have more with him, because I want it, and it will happen.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
