I actually managed to get a bit of time free from work this week so Tuesday evening I popped across to Boltz.
Now I wasn't certain before about the changed layout but I am even less certain now.
The plus is there seem to be more guys visiting. The down side is they're all wandering around, watching, giving each other mournful, meaningful looks - newsflash guys, it's a fucking sex club!
The dark room was useless - no one was moving, unless it was away when you touched them. The glory holes...they're too large for my tastes but despite hanging round with my ass up to one on a few occasions, and guys wandering in and out of the cubicle at the other side, the closest I got was the moron who thought I'd enjoy a hard smack to the arse (but mostly catching me in the balls) followed by reaching through, squeezing my balls hard...not my scene.
I hopped into the sling. That proved popular...for the dozen or so guys who just spent ten minutes watching.
And that sums it up now...lots of people that seem to be there either to watch or completely unsure of how to act even when someone hangs their arse out for them.
I didn't hang around much after that and left.
So...I was excited to still be free to get to the Greenhouse on Wednesday evening.
I got there a bit later than usual (9ish) but was pleased to see it still busy.
But it was more of the same from Boltz....lots of sideways looks and glances. Lots of people looking into the cubicle but not bothering to try any action.
I saw and heard no action happening either.
In the end, I gave up and came away.
Very frustrating.
Friday 22 April 2016
Tuesday 19 April 2016
Been exceptionally busy
Work have been nuts the last couple of months. Early starts, late finishes and lots of stress.
I did manage a couple of little jaunts out though - first off I gave the Taboo cinema a quick look. What a fucking dump. Two rooms with large screen TV's showing sub-standard (straight) Europorn with a couple of guys furtively wanking off at the back. Oh well - did it, won't be back.
I popped into Boltz but it was a flying visit and to be honest I am not sure I like what they've done in the reorg and refit but we'll see.
Best though I did manage an hour at the greenhouse. For anyone who doesn't know it's possible to book a room to spend the night now. They're in an annexe behind the main building, tucked away. They're not exactly posh - mine had a broken shelf, nowhere to hang clothes and a noisy bedhead. But it was clean and warm. And dirt cheap.
So I popped in and hit the furthest cubicle. Took all of two minutes before a guy was feeling me up. He wasted no time in climbing into me, telling me in an excited voice as he did that he wasn't wearing a rubber. I just pushed back onto his dick hard.
He didn't last long but fuck me he went like a train and from the noises he made he shot weeks' worth of nut into me.
After he left it was a bit quiet so I wandered around a bit before coming back to the cubicle.
I heard someone come in and bolt the door. "Do you have a rubber?" he asked..."Nope."
Unfortunately he left but was immediately replaced by a guy who must've heard because he said "I don't have a rubber either" and rubbed his cock up and down my crack.
It was a big boy for sure long, thick and hard so I reached round and added some extra lube to it.
He was a surprisingly gentle fucker - I assume he realised he had an arse destroying tool on him so took it slow.
It felt like he rode me for about a quarter of an hour before he told me he'd just cum inside me, sorry, but it felt so good. Damn he didn't make a sound or change pace once but when he pulled out a huge glob of spunk ran down my thighs so he clearly wasn't lying.
I'd got there fairly late on and this was a Tuesday but my old friend the coloured guy appeared. I didn't say anything and for once he didn't say much either. He climbed straight in and rode me hard. He came fairly quickly and noisily and then left saying he hoped he'd see me again soon.
I'd had enough by now and to be fair three loads on a Tuesday at the Greenhouse isn't bad going, so I headed back round and hit the sack for a decent nights sleep.
On a final note, I leave Birmingham in May as work do what they do and are moving me to Northamptonshire for a few months. Something tells me it won't be as successful for getting loads as Birmingham has been.
I did manage a couple of little jaunts out though - first off I gave the Taboo cinema a quick look. What a fucking dump. Two rooms with large screen TV's showing sub-standard (straight) Europorn with a couple of guys furtively wanking off at the back. Oh well - did it, won't be back.
I popped into Boltz but it was a flying visit and to be honest I am not sure I like what they've done in the reorg and refit but we'll see.
Best though I did manage an hour at the greenhouse. For anyone who doesn't know it's possible to book a room to spend the night now. They're in an annexe behind the main building, tucked away. They're not exactly posh - mine had a broken shelf, nowhere to hang clothes and a noisy bedhead. But it was clean and warm. And dirt cheap.
So I popped in and hit the furthest cubicle. Took all of two minutes before a guy was feeling me up. He wasted no time in climbing into me, telling me in an excited voice as he did that he wasn't wearing a rubber. I just pushed back onto his dick hard.
He didn't last long but fuck me he went like a train and from the noises he made he shot weeks' worth of nut into me.
After he left it was a bit quiet so I wandered around a bit before coming back to the cubicle.
I heard someone come in and bolt the door. "Do you have a rubber?" he asked..."Nope."
Unfortunately he left but was immediately replaced by a guy who must've heard because he said "I don't have a rubber either" and rubbed his cock up and down my crack.
It was a big boy for sure long, thick and hard so I reached round and added some extra lube to it.
He was a surprisingly gentle fucker - I assume he realised he had an arse destroying tool on him so took it slow.
It felt like he rode me for about a quarter of an hour before he told me he'd just cum inside me, sorry, but it felt so good. Damn he didn't make a sound or change pace once but when he pulled out a huge glob of spunk ran down my thighs so he clearly wasn't lying.
I'd got there fairly late on and this was a Tuesday but my old friend the coloured guy appeared. I didn't say anything and for once he didn't say much either. He climbed straight in and rode me hard. He came fairly quickly and noisily and then left saying he hoped he'd see me again soon.
I'd had enough by now and to be fair three loads on a Tuesday at the Greenhouse isn't bad going, so I headed back round and hit the sack for a decent nights sleep.
On a final note, I leave Birmingham in May as work do what they do and are moving me to Northamptonshire for a few months. Something tells me it won't be as successful for getting loads as Birmingham has been.
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