Been a few weeks but I've been busy.
About four weeks ago I was in a hotel on a Saturday night in Leicester. I'd made contact with a semi-regular top that likes to ride me and is very talented too.
He's always talked about wanting group fun and to see me well used but as I expect most people appreciate, the hookup sites aren't the most reliable so we decided it made more sense to hit the local gay sauna. This place is called Celts and gets a fair few decent comments online.
Well my guy arrived and had decided he didn't want to go there but wanted to pump me full in the room and then head home.
This was a disappointment to me on the one hand but would hopefully be the start of a good evening.
He likes me to strip seductively for him - not that I'm naturally very good at that kind of thing but it does work to get him hard - at which point he'll face fuck me for a while whilst fingering my hole and eventually likes to fuck me hard doggy style (which I also happen to love) while we both huff poppers.
He emptied his balls into me and after a bit of small talk headed out.
But it was bugging me that our plans hadn't gone as we'd discussed - really far more than it should have done so by the time I'd dressed and got into Celts I wasn't really in the best frame of mind for slutting around.
I was also a bit frustrated to see that their dark room is actually anything but.
There were plenty of guys around but they all seemed to be lurking around and despite a couple of attempts to present my arse to them, they generally lacked interest.
Anyway I called it a night and walked back to the hotel feeling somewhat disgruntled.
So to fast forwards a couple of weeks I found myself in another hotel down near Crawley.
As I had a bit of warning, I'd put an advert on BBRTS. And I got a good response initially.
Of course, as the time grew close I got the usual excuses:
Two had had a drink and couldn't drive as they were over the limit;
One thought the time was three hours earlier at 5pm as opposed to the advertised time of 8pm
One had painters and decorators in working (really? at 8pm on a Friday?)
One did actually manage to turn up but walked out again without a word to then send me a text message saying "you're too chunky for me"...now bearing in mind that amongst my chosen hobbies I do Triathlon, I am not sure what he was banging on about there.
And finally one claimed his car had broken down.
And then finally one guy DID show up and despite struggling to get hard for a while due to having had a bit of coke earlier in the night did eventually give me a good over the bed, on all fours rogering.
I wish I could say that this kind of thing was the exception but it's not. Guys seem to love to talk about sex and love wanking off at the idea of sex but when it comes to actually getting down and dirty far too many bottle it.
At least be honest and say "I changed my mind" or even admit you bottled it but cut the lame excuses!
Mind you at least the decorators was new. As for the other excuses...heard them all before.
