I've heard so much about this place and it's always been pretty much at the top of my list of must-do places.
So, I managed to build my work schedule roughly around going there and was ready and in a taxi from the hotel for about 7, arriving at Old Jack Straw's around half past.
I didn't want it to be pitch black as, having never been there before, I didn't want to get too horrendously lost.
After a couple of wrong turns I finally found the fuck tree and by now it _was_ dark there, so I assumed the position of jeans round my ankles and bent over the tree.
Aaannddd...total fucking disappointment!
There was some guy in a hoodie leaning on the bin. He kept pulling drinks out of a plastic bag and spitting on the ground round him.
In almost two and a half hours I was fingered to the point of soreness repeatedly and had three cocks in my mouth and one in my arse.
I missed a guy on Squirt who'd offered previously to show me the ropes but we just kept missing one another.
Another taxi ride and I tried out my old favourite Scratchwood. Also a wash. Weirdly a LOT of cars - round a dozen or so but no people.
So I walked back to the hotel and called it a very unsatisfying night.
I did manage to get two hot guys team my arse for a quick fuck on Saturday morning which was fun but I was still chafing at the idea that one of the allegedly premier fuck zones in the UK was such a let down.
Did I do something wrong? Any advice?
