When Trixie, Jono, and I ventured into the the hard to find entrance of Bee Bee in Rochester (
http://www.uer.ca/...ow.asp?locid=22744) we found it to feel pretty deserted. After a long weekend filled with Jono's androgenous loligagging, we decided it was a good place to hit up to end the weekend with.
We moved into some area that reminded me of Lakeview back home, but it somehow felt smaller. Looks like Rochester's coal power plant just doesn't live up to the four pronged power penis of the general Missisauga area.
Getting real dirty and hot (despite it being winter!) we had to remove our jackets to ward off the haze of warmth and sweat...and...dirtiness. As we walked to the upper floors, we saw the control room. Trixie ran inside and was all like "omg, look at me I'm like a giddy little 10 year old on acid!" that turned Jono on, and we followed. There was a window, and what did we see, a fire! A fire raged on near the west side of the building! We couldn't tell if it was actually on the building or not, but we did know that the fire department wouldn't like finding us in an abandoned or closed building near it!
Me: "omfg, lets get out of here quick!"
Trixie: "we have to find our coats!"
Jono: "lets dress up like little girls and get naked."
I dashed out the door to find an entrance close to the East side of the plant, but I noticed Trixie dashed in a different direction to look for the coats.
"screw the coats Trixie! We need to get out of here!" I yelled out to her.
In a panic she ran back to me saying "I have something important to me in that coat!" I had totally forgotten where we left it.
Trixie and I ran back into the control room, and there the coats were next to Jono rubbing himself in sunflower seed oil dressed up some sort of twisted Raggidy Anne "sexy" children's parody outfit. We grabbed the coats and ran straight out the door. That's when we had to stop and think.
me: "did you see--"
Trixie: "yes"
So we ran back into the control room, this time with another sort of exploration in mind, one filled with creamy warm liquids that represent the future of this grueling futile humanity. Trixie pulls a strap-on from out of her coat, and jumps at Jono from behind. I harden up and take my pants and panties off, to begin my descent into what will be known as "the BeeBee PeePee Love Fest of 07'" state of mind. Trixie grabs Jono with rough precision by his ragdoll red hair as she forces her hard rubber 10" "green falcon lizard" strap on shaft into his loose wanton poop shoot. Trixie begins crying as this is part of her process in the complex and sole way of her obtaining complete orgasm. I begin masturbating furiously at the thought of it all. Then Firemen burst into the room, and having quickly evaluated the situation say calmly "There is a fire!...in my pants." They all begin striping down into skant clown costumes designed for clown fetish parties. There were powerful men all over the place pushing and poking into the soft flesh that combines our celebration of human anatomy. The firemen/clowns all starting laughing and, in confusion, I looked over to find Jono and Trixie being held down to accept their mountainous amounts of "love lotion". Trixie, having almost drowned in her own ecstasy and fireman/clown jizz, burbled what sounded like "this is pretty hot right here".
Once everyone was changed, the firemen escorted us out and told us not to go inside the building again as it could have been a serious chargable offense for this sort of building. They let us off with a warning; and we found out that the fire was the building across the street. Close call!
