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.