More and more timewasters?

Not sure what is happening lately but there seem to be more and more time wasters. I am usually quite good at spotting them - the chat goes from hello to filth almost instantly (usually a guy with his cock in his hand), or there's a reluctance to provide alternative contact details, or they've been on e.g. Fabguys for over a year with no verified meets.

Even my regular top guy became unreliable, which does happen but is frustrating. His was slightly different though - he simply stopped replying to messages on Grindr, responding with flames and thumbs up... I am not going to carry conversations or be the only one putting effort into arranging meets.

It was always me paying for a hotel room - he always  wanted to go to e.g. London or Manchester but when it came to it, couldn't afford it (maybe we can share your room... actually no, before and after the fun, I like my own company and privacy). It was always me making the effort to travel.

If you can't even be bothered to chat/show up when that is literally all you have to do... oh well.

 But anyway there seem to be more and more guys who *are* willing to move to e.g. WhatsApp but then just stop replying. 

 Ditto the apps. Sudden block when the time to actually show up arrives.

It's *always* happened but it seems to be getting much, much, worse.

Anyone else seeing the same problems? 

Yet another scam warning

 So this one tends to be aimed at travellers, and as I know some of you use hotels etc for fun, like me, I thought I'd warn you how it works.

 I am sure some of you, when you check into hotels, give a card for extras - room service etc. It's fairly common and usually a fairly safe thing to do.

Here's what happens, though.

The scammers call the hotel. They then ask to be put through to room xxx. Now, sometimes, of course, this is a miss. Sometimes, they actually have people loitering within earshot of reception listenting to harvest the room numbers of people checking in and giving a card.

Receptionists put the call through. Now, the problem stems from automatically diverting the call rather than waiting to say "Someone has called asking to be put through", because what they then do is proceed to explain it's the manager/receptionist and that there seems to be a problem with your card pre-authorisation and could you just please confirm the details while they try it again.

Sure.. you hand over the numbers, dates AND CVV. 

Bank checks make this one less likely to go through anymore - especially for higher ticket value items - but not entirely.

Stay safe. x

Another trip to the boiler room and then Birmingham

 A couple of weeks ago, I'd arranged to meet my top mate in Doncaster as usual as well as I'd been chatting to a new top who seemed eager and said he'd make the trip.

Well, as usual, the second guy was giving all the vibes that he wouldn't actually show and as predicted he didn't... but left it to me to chase to ask. Strike 1.

Meantime, over the last few weeks, I'd been getting the impression that my regular top guy was losing interest, too. 

He would read but not reply to messages other than maybe an emoji to respond. He was vague about the time he'd be free, and despite being asked, never seemed to be willing to update his profiles to say he was looking for other guys.

Then he dropped out he was going to an event in Manchester (bearing in mind he could never afford a hotel... he always seemed to expect / want me to pay for one and he mooch off of me... nope. I value my privacy) but not to worry myself about it because he was going with mates and I wouldn't be welcome.

Then on the afternoon we were supposed to meet, radio silence again. When he eventually did respond I said enough was enough and that would be the last time I'd be paying for a hotel room in Doncaster when he couldn't even have the basic courtesy to converse, so yeah - burned those bridges.

So I grabbed an uber to The Boiler Room in Sheffield again.

 After the last time, the guy who works there was very chatty on Grindr for a while but was another one who took to reading messages and not replying (in case you hadn't noticed, that is a pet hate of mine when it's done regularly). More on that in a bit.

Anyway, I'd no sooner walked upstairs and a hot guy was stood stroking a long, hard, cock making very direct eye contact with me as I walked past. I held his stare and nodded, then headed past the glory holes, cinemae and into the dark room area and bent over.

He was right behind me and wasted no time. He pressed his cock head up to my hole. I popped an extra bit of lube on and he gently pushed in.

It was a hard, fast, and intense fuck and before long he came. No warning beforehand. He just suddenly grabbed my hips, shoved deep and let out a primeval groan! Fuck yes.

Slight disaster then - I accidentally knocked the lid of the brand new poppers (from France, no less) down a hole in the corner of the bench... it doesnt lift and the hole is too narrow to get a hand down. Fuck. Oh well.

After he left, another guy stepped up to take his place. Not very large, or very hard, he struggled but everntually got the tip in. And immediately came. Oh well, cum is cum.

I tried the glory holes a few times but no real bites so I wandered around a bit.

A guy showed a lot of interest in following but basically ran away whenever I stopped to suggest he could climb in.

Eventually I hit a gloryhole again and I could see through the holes that there were guys the other side. The first one tapped my arse a little but showed no interest. Moving to the second one though, he wasted no time. Cock straight through and inside me.

I love the way the wall of a gloryhole cubicle bounces. The rythm is such a turn on. He had a fairly thick, not over long cock (made a bit shorter by the wall) but he went for quite a while. Eventually I head moans and he sped up, before shooting a nice wad.

By now my mood was better, but the place had emptied so I decided to call a taxi and leave.

After I left, the guy who worked there messaged me some inane message about how he hadn't recognised me (yet messaged me..?). I gave him short shrift and blocked him,. I can't be doing with rudeness.

 Anyway, I had to fly out of Birmingham so I thought I'd give The Greenhouse a bit of a try. Monday's aren't traditionally the best but again, within a few minutes I'd got a guy balls deep.

Great. Well no.

He had a crazy, rock hard cock, which as you know isn't the most comfortable to take. After about 20 minutes of hard pounding he declared he can't cum, but it doesn't matter, it's all about fucking,

Erm...no.

And to make matters worse, he was one of those guys who's seen too much porn. Every few moments, he pulled all the way out and rammed it back in.

Now when a guy does that again and again and again, it starts to hurt. It's not fun. It's frustrating, because you get into a rythm for it just to be broken.

I called it, unfortunatrely.

I went into a cubicle near the cinema and bent over and soon enough a guy pushed the chain curtain aside and rubbed his hardening cock up and down my arse.

He slid in, muttering how good it felt. 

He started gently, which was nice but settled into a good pace but for a moment I thought he was another one who wanted to go all night. Just as I thought it, though, he asked if he could cum inside me. I find that such a turn on, when someone asks, and of course the answer is YES! PLEASE DO!

He shot his load for what felt like ages before he thanked me and left.

The first guy came in and tried again but as before he was ramming and I said no more. It's just not pleasant.

I found a guy in the bi cinema area and followed him down to the jacuzzi. Here again, he tried to ram two fingers and a thumb right in, but to make it worse he had terrible sharp nails. Come on, guiys.

After I said no, I wandered a bit and then headed back to the hotel.

At about 11.45pm my phone rang. Now on one of my profiles I list the number, but explicitly state to message or WhatsApp and *not* to call so I was annoyed to begin with. But the guy saod he was 10 mins away. I was tempted, but given I had to be up at 4am for a flight, at first I declined. Then I changed my mind and messaged to say as long as it was a very quick pump and dump, to come round.

Then he started on about massaging me, and lots of body contact - alarm bells rang. This wasn't a guy wanting to quickly unload, so once again I said no and blocked his number and on the hookup site.

Finally, I'd decided I'd give the other top a second chance (why? I never do this) but on the day we were supposed to hook up, he once again disappeared and stopped answering, so I sent one last message telling him he'd blown a very, very, rare second chance.

Fucking time wasters.

I was chatting to a guy who, if legit, sounds like an ideal top. I will let you know how that goes, next time.

Trip to The Boiler Room in Sheffield

 My regular top friend wasn't available (and side note is being a bit shitty to chat with lately - one word answers or just emojis in responds are not how I communicate!).

Anyway I thought, given they now open until 11pm on weekdays that I'd give The Boiler Room a go so after checking into the hotel, douching, showering and enjoying a couple of cheeky JD's I grabbed an uber and headed over.

When I got there, there were only a few guys in but one followed me to the dark room area and I got to briefly suck his cock before he wandered away. He would follow me around a couple of times but showed no more real interest.

I was starting to think it was a bust but then a few more guys arrived. I took a chance and entered one of the gloryhole cubicles and bent over, taking big hits of my poppers. The buzz was sublime.

Within a moment or two I head the door behind close and lock and I was being fingered and felt up.

The guy slid into my hole and spent a few minutes pounding me before grunting he was cumming. After he finished shooting I had a quick look to check and make sure he hadn't gloved up and he hadn't.He had a lovely hard, big cock and knew how to fuck so I was happy.

After he left someone else entered. After they spent a few moments reaching through to feel my cock. I rarely get hard after poppers but hey they guy was determined. I kind of expected him to leave at that point as I've found that the majority of guys who are cock-oriented through the glory holes tend to be there to suck or be fucked themselves.

I was pleasantly surprised when his hand disappeared from my cock and he started to stroke and feel round my hole with one hand, whilst rubbing his cock head up and down it with the other and before long he slid in. As he did he asked me how many loads were in my slut hole. Only one! Well let's make it two.

He fucked hard. The wall was bouncing. He had the perfect cock. Long, not too thick and not too rock hard and he fucked for what felt like a LONG time. To the point my legs were starting to burn with being bent over the way I was.

I was just thinking about suggesting a move to a cabin when he went even faster before grunting a load into me. He came like he fucked - hard, deep and for ages and it was fucking heaven.

So ok... I've had much worse nights. Perhaps not a bust.

I wandered from place to place for a bit but it was almost empty again.

After a while though another guy arrived just as I was by the gloryhole so I wiggled my arse and went in and adopted the position.

As before I heard the door close but sadly what sounded like a rubber packet being torn. As it would turn out it wasn't. It must've been a lube packet.

He fucked well with a decent'ish cock - I'd save very average but was losing his erection. I suspect due to the poppers I could hear him inhaling. Hey no judgement - I LOVE them myself and was ingesting a steady stream of vapours.

I turned and knelt down to suck him, hoping to get him hard again when he fell! He managed to slip quite badly but also managed to somehow spill a significant volume of poppers down the wall, straight down my nose and into my mouth! Fuck! I spat it straight out and after a quick check he wasn't hurt I hit the bathrooms to rinse that shit out. Ugh.

Thankfully poppers today aren't like they used to be so there was no burning etc. just a nasty aftertaste. I just kept rinsing my mouth out over the next few hours and I wasn't done.

The night was full on gloryhole action for me and when I went back in, there were quite a few more guys. An old guy followed me and stroked my arse as he went past so I gave him a nod and hit the gloryhole. Hey why not? I was getting good action out of it.

Once more, after a few moments the other door closed and with no pause, a cock was slid straight through the hole into me. Big, thick and hard. I hit my poppers again and enjoyed the ride. The guy had this action where he was hard and firm but not fast. It was sublime. He speeded up as he was nearing shooting and said something like he couldn't wait to seed my hole. He grunted and pushed deep inside me as he shot what must have been another massive wad.

Imagine my slight surprise when I opened the door and the older guy was stood there. He nodded his head to follow him, so I did. We went to a cubicle and I bent over and hit the poppers.

He slid in. His cock was very average but at least it was hard. He only managed a few pumps before he apologetically blew into me. Hey no apology needed - cum is cum and if it's in me, it's a win.

Between sessions I checked my phone. Amongst a few timewasters "come to me now, here's the postcode..." then deflecting like you're the time waster when you explain you need an actual address and phone number before paying for a taxi somewhere... yeah... sure - I had been swapping messages with a guy who worked at the boiler room. He'd found the time to blast a load into me and we're still chatting so I hope for a repeat performance soon.

So... 4 loads. Not bad in the end. Not bad at all! Just a shame the hotel was all card entry so I couldn't easily bring anyone back. Mind you, I couldn't get a taxi at that time (not quite far enough to make it worth their while I guess) so it meant a walk along the river. It triggered all sorts of gang rape fantasies (no... I am not trying to make light of rape... I mean the old porno type of things). 

All in all an enjoyable night. I will be back at some point relatively soon. I hope.

A scam warning

 A little but of a different post - I thought I'd share a bit of information about scams that do the rounds and target us.

The first one is relatively uncommon but I've had someone try to pull it three times on me.

On the apps, like Grindr, someone messages you (or you them).

They are usually very responsive and give you the impression that they're well up for meeting. Often, they talk about how they host gangbangs and parties and how they're looking for another (bottom/vers/top) guy to join and how they like the look of you and your profile.

The chat will continue for a few days before they finally move to the scam. They will tell you something like they run their parties through a website and/or they use a website to confirm that you are over the age of 18 and/or who you say you are.

They ask you to sign up to said site then provide them your login details so they can "confirm" everything.

The first red flag: almost always they are professional-grade photos that they share.

Second: They often answer at odd times (3am in the morning, for example) despite their "location" being only a few miles away from you (of course, they aren't - they spoof it).

Third: Their English may be off. The better ones are not terrible but it's often noticeable.

Fourth (and this is the big one): Ask yourself why would anyone need to know your login to a site? Have you ever even heard of this site? How long has it been around? Chances are even if they don't ask for your login, it's just a site someone set up to harvest your credit card details in plain text.

Do NOT be fooled by it looking like a professionally designed website. These people are clever.

Another common one is to get an email saying that someone has recorded you wanking off to porn and if you don't send them some money (usually in cryptocurrency) they will send it on to your contacts.

What makes this one more believable is that they usually include a password. Here's the thing - they got your email and password from a data breach. They don't have ANY access. And it may not even be your email or computer password (hopefully, you use different passwords and it won't be, but...).

It's a psychological trick to try and make you panic because you think that they have your passwords and accesses.

And the final one today is one I am less aware of with gay men but not uncommon with straight/bisexuals.

You are contacted by a woman. Eventually she will ask you to video chat and that chat will become very sexual and you'll be asked to wank off for them.

You aren't actually talking to a human in the vast number of cases. It's a very cleverly timed, pre-recorded video stream with pauses in all the right places for you to respond and fill in the gaps. Honestly until you see it in action you wouldn't believe just how well timed this all is.

But it's another one that's easy to spot and subvert with a bit of thought. Just wait. Pause. Slow down responses or throw in something that isn't relevant to the conversation. A real human will react. A recording will move on to their next piece seamlessly...

Of course, that doesn't preclude it being a person who *is* a honeytrap but that costs money and time and they cannot target mutiple people simultaneously that way, so it's rare.

That's it for now. Stay safe online.

Back in Doncaster

Just a warning that this one contains a bit of kink including hitting, choking and watersports. If it's not your thing, move on. If it is, read on...

I'd been speaking with the top guy since the last meet talking about a repeat performance and discussing how much we'd both enjoyed it and how we wanted to do more in the next session, including going to both a sauna and a cruise.

 Now in a rare turn of events I have some time free next weekend but that didn't gel as he doesn't but we were both free this Wednesday just gone and so I booked a room at the hotel and we made the arrangement.

A few years ago, I would get inundated with messages on both the websites and apps but lately I get a lot of attention but not so many guys reaching out to make contact, or when they do there's a trend of not being available, or the worse ones - the ones on their way but then suddenly block you.

Three times I had that on Grindr and to this day I have no idea what they get from it - I don't do "cyber" so it's not like they get their rocks off. Hey ho, I digress.

I got to the hotel and got cleaned out. I had a "oh no" moment where the douche felt very painful and uncomfortable and raised the question of whether the night was over before it began, but I think I just angled the hose wrong. It was transient and didn't come back.

Anyway there was a slight adjustment to our plans as he had to work later than expected, so in true slag fashion, I trawled online and this is where the three said they were en-route then never showed and blocked.

Eventually a guy did show. I had been very clear about what the meets were - quick (not into all night sessions at the best of times), anonymous (I was in my blindfold hood), bareback and cum inside.

One of the first things he did was pull the hood off. He then bounced around like a fucking child on too much sugar, sliding into me, out of me, bending me round to kiss, licking my feet, pushing his cock into my mouth for a thrust or two and back again before (albeit after not too long) saying he was going to spray cum on me...on... "no, IN me..." nope. He refused and shot it over me and had the audacity to think it was fucking funny.

I was mighty pissed off with him by now because he arbitrarily decided to go against what I wanted and had been very clear about in multiple ways. It was made worse because he had a tiny dick - maybe 3.5 inches at best. As he was leaving he said "I might come back later!" to which I said no thanks and shut the door behind him. He went right on my block list as soon as he was out of the door.

After that it was more time wasters - isn't it amazing how everyone is free tomorrow or yesterday or in three months' time? I used to have a trick to catch guys out with their lies. If I was in a hotel for more than one night, when they asked how long, I'd say "oh just tonight" and when they then went on to say "oh shame I am free tomorrow night" I'd suddenly have a change of plans from work and be there... they'd usually block me at that point because they'd been caught in their bullshit but I don't have the time, energy or even the patience for it anymore.

Anyway I got a message from my top guy that he was arriving and to get in the bath and wait for him, with my blindfold off.

He walked in and immediately doused me in pungent piss whilst calling me gorgeously degrading names then told me to shower it off ready for some Asian guy he'd found - the same one who broke my arse last time.

I did as I was told then, hood back on, he guided me back to the bed.

Over the  next few hours, I was choked hard (left a few bruises which is something I didn't really want due to the work I do), slapped, spanked, belted and had my pubes torn out (which I begged for...it's one of my own little kinks).

As I was choked, I had my nose held closed and I did feel close to blacking out a few times, but never did. I was face fucked brutally with cock held down my throat. I fucking loved it.

The Asian guy fucked me hard and deep. He has a lovely hard, big cock before he eventually spunked deep into me.

He hung around for a bit while my top kept using me, both trying to find others and both equally unsuccessful before he eventually got cleaned up and left.

To be fair, this was when my pubes came out and the belt was used. I fucking loved it every time the belt landed but especially when it hit my hole. 

Eventually I was able to tick another item off of my bucket list - I've always wanted a guy to shoot in my eye as I hold the lid open and my top guy indulged. In fact he came enough to get it in both eyes which was a huge turn on.

Seeing the world through a layer of spunk is a phenomenal experience.

After he left, I went back on the apps. An old guy (70's) with a big dick messaged asking if he could come over. 

He wanted it anonymous and bb which suited me so I explained the door was off the latch and after about 10 mins I heard him walk in (my hood was back on and I was in the position).

He mentioned it smelled of sweat and sex and he couldn't wait to "stir the pot" as I could hear him undressing.

No time was wasted. He didn't even put his cock in my mouth - I just heard him squirting a little lube onto it, before stepping up behind me and sliding right in.

He fucked me surprisingly hard and fast (I NEVER judge a fuck by the cover) and deep but after only a few moments he announced he was adding his spunk to the mix. I wish it was a "mix" mind you.

After some really hard, deep, thrusts, he came, stood up, got dressed and left.

No one else took the bait so I hit the shower then bed. Some stats there - on Grindr, over 150 guys viewed me. On Fabguys, it was closer to 120 (and I am sure there were some of the same guys) but even if you take an average across both platforms, that is 165 guys. And only 4 fucked me. It's crazy these days.

Anyway, I can't wait for next time.

Doncaster hotel being whored out

 A couple of weeks ago, I got chatting to a top guy on Grindr then moved over to Kik.

I'm not going to like... I was a bit sceptical because he came over as just too good to be true. He was very much into anonymous and wanted me in my blindfold hood.

He was also very much into the idea of whoring me out for the evening.

I got to the hotel for about 5ish and quickly got checked in a douched/showered/ready. It was a cheap motel style of place with the rooms in an annexe and each one having a door straight outside...which is handy as hell to sluts like me.

It was clean and warm and comfy, so job done in that regard.

Had a couple of cheeky vodka's while I was prepping as well and I laid out a nice selection of poppers and lube ready to hand.

He arrived bang on time and we had a bit of a moment when, despite my trying to tape the door off the latch, it didn't open for him.

So..quick dash to open it, and back to the bed pulling my hood back down.

I *love* this hood. It completely blinds me whilst having a nice hole for my mouth to be used.

He was everything he'd promised. He forced my throat down his full length, making me gag. He fucked me hard and deep then went back to my mouth.

He had a lovely thick, hard cock that went deep into me.

And all the while he was on his mobile phone keeping his promise to whore me out.

After about an hour/hour and half of using my holes, he left but was still arranging others.

While he was doing that, I found a guy myself on grindr, who came around. He apologised it was only going to be a quick pump and dump (I mean come on...I love that).

 When he told me he was parked, I adopted the position, with my hood on.

He came into the room and after letting me suck him hard, he moved to my arse. Long, hard and relatively thin cock (y'know...my absolute favourite type) he slid in and after a few gentles pushes to get his rhythm, he absolutely pounded the fuck out of me. Fast and hard and with one aim - to get off.

He was true to his word and after a few minutes, he grunted that he was coming. I begged for it deep and he obliged, shoving all the way in so I could feel his pubes pushed up against me.

He got up and left. In the meantime, another guy had messaged and was showing less than 1,000 feet away.

He arrived within a few minutes and didn't even bother with my mouth, just straight into my arse. He mad a comment about how slimy with spunk it felt and how that was a turn on. 

This time round, this guy was more measured. Slow, deep, meaningful thrusts. He fucked me for about 15/20 minutes calling me all sorts of nasty slut (huge turn on) before he started to increase his pace. 

He asked me if he could cum inside me! Not sure why he felt the need to ask but of course I pretty much responded by thrusting back onto his cock and begging him to.

He came for England. He pulled almost all the way out of my hole and I could feel every pump of his bell end. There must have been a dozen good pumps of cum into me and then he slowly slid into me saying he wanted to force his cum into my slut guts.

He slapped my arse and got dressed and left.

I checked my phone to a message from my top saying a Pakistani guy he new was arriving, so once again I adopted the position.

He came in and got undressed and then used my throat viciously. He forced my head down and wouldn't relent when I was choking. 

I don't mind a bit of this but when a guy taps, it's time to let them up. He wouldn't and it was annoying me a bit.

Then he went to my arse and slammed straight in.

And here's where the fun ended because all I got was a wall of pain.

I stopped him, and tried a different position but he'd clearly done some kind of damage so I stopped.

Here he got whiny about wanting to fuck me and come on it'll be over in a minute or two so just put up with it...

And this is one of the reasons I'm less attracted to any Asian me. They tend, in my experience, to be selfish but poor tops. Selfish good ones are hot. Poor ones are just a turn off and pressuring someone who's said stop you've caused problems is a massive turn off.

I let him wank off over my masked face and then he left.

And unfortunately, that was that for the night. Which was a massive shame because I had a message from another top guy on his way to the hotel and my top friend who had another lined up.

I'm fine, in case you're wondering. After a couple of days everything was back to normal and I'll be slutting again soon.

The top guy is my new best friend though and no, I won't share him. ;-)