Tuesday of last week I didn't bother with looking for anything as I'd had to work some ridiculous hours in the few days before. One guy who's been showing a lot of interest over the last few weeks' got my ire, unfortunately when he phoned me at past 11pm when I was fast asleep, but more on this guy shortly...
Wednesday evening I felt much better so I got douched, got ready, and walked round to Boltz as the hotel I was staying in this time was a 5 minute walk away.
I got into the bar and unfortunately there were only a small number of people in. I ordered a straight vodka and wandered into the dark rooms area.
Thinking why the hell not, I popped into the glory hole cubicle I'd had success with the week before and assumed the position. I waited there, sipping vodka and huffing poppers for a while but all I got was fingered a couple of times and eventually it was hurting to stay bent over like that. Just as I was getting ready to go, another finger went in, followed by a cock. Alas it was gloved up. The guy tapped my arse so I turned to chat and he asked to go into the "cottage with me...let me leave then follow a little behind..." which I found odd - I mean what kind of place do they think they're in that they need to do that?
Anyway he was vigorous but very short which meant that again I was bent very uncomfortably over the toilet and that's not really my scene - having my head pushed down to the bowl or into the tiled wall, so in the end I had to say sorry but cut it short. I'd have persevered if he was bare inside me but as you guys know, I can't engage in the fuck at the best of times when it's covered.
I wandered around a bit and settled, jeans down, face down in the TV room, watching the porn that was showing.
I got fucked twice but both times by gloved up guys. Two guys blew their loads into my mouth - one of them shot a metric ton of the stuff but he stank - his cock smelled of stale piss and his cum tasted of it. I was a good boy and swallowed it down but it came back up on the walk back to the hotel.
And as I was walking, the guy I mentioned at the start of this post - brumman on Fabguys - sent another text.
Now at this point I should say that HE made the initial contact with me telling me he wanted to blow his load bare inside me. HE repeatedly stated he wanted to go bareback.
So after a few texts, he said he was on his way to my room. Lights low, door off the latch, bent over the bed, arse to the door.
Imagine my surprise when the first thing he did after dropping his pants was pull out a rubber and glove up... he kept saying "I might take it off, I might..."
In the end I got so annoyed I called a stop to it. The fuck itself was mediocre at best - he'd got into his very slow and boring rhythm and looked like he planned on staying there all night.
Shortly after he left, the abusive texts started - things like not wanting to catch anything off of me, what a whore I am etc.
In the end I blocked him online and blocked his number.
As I've often said when online chats get a bit punchy - I am not some kind of barebacking vampire. Ever bloke that's gone inside me raw has done so because he's wanted to. If you want to play safe, I get it - that's your choice and I respect it, but what gives you the right not to respect mine? You don't wanna fuck me bare that's cool - there are plenty guys who will be happy to rubber up.
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