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Birmingham visits

 Well as  the world and work have opened back up, so have my holes (yay!).

 I've been in Birmingham for a few visits over the last couple of months with mixed success.

My first trip was to the Greenhouse in Darlaston. It was a Wednesday evening and I managed to get there for roughly what would be the middle of what I always think of as the "going home gang" - that is, the men that have finished work and popped in to the sauna to quickly unload before heading back to their wife.

And busy it was.

But action-wise it was again very dismal. I don't know what's going on but it feels like men are almost afraid to touch one another lately. There is a whole stood around in little groups thing that's always happened but recently it seems even more so.

So I gave up. Despite the fact that I'd booked a room there, I found a hotel in the centre of Birmingham and checked in there. It was the Radisson Blu - lovely and all but one with keycard access so not exactly conducive to sluttery.

I'd already read that Boltz had reopened so I was eager to give it a try.

Hmm - where to start. Not sleazy enough.

For those of you who remember the Boltz of old (and I mean pre-late 2015), it had such a great mix even during mid-week. 

A great dark room.

A fantastic small gloryhole (took a lot of loads through that).

All sorts of little nooks and crannies where you could bend over and be used by passing cocks.

A room with a sling (in the watersports room from memory).

Lots of cubicles you could go into for privacy.

Toilets you could get banged in like a traditional cottage.

Then they had a re-org and it lost that sleazy vibe. It was better at weekends when the whole place was open but it just missed something.

The new place has the same issue in my mind.

Two rows of glorholes that are not that comfy to press up against. A small dark-ish dark room. 

A cinema which seems to be wasted space.

I haven't seen the whole place open yet but I'd love it if it were darker with small nooks and niches where you can get some sleazy anonymous action.

I still managed to get three loads through said gloryholes.

I went back a few weeks later though and got nothing. Also despite literally dozens of guys on the apps and sites no one showed. Shame

My last visit though, last week was different again. 4 loads in the gloryholes at Boltz (two from the same guy as he messaged me on Grindr). A load in my hotel from a lovely young black guy with my idea of a perfect cock - not too thick but really long with a huge load and two after I got back to the hotel room. Both wanted me blindfolded so of course I did that so no idea what they looked like and not much was said by either. Both had decent/average cocks but one was rock hard.

So things are picking up.

I am wondering where to go next though - I want to travel around a bit and try cocks from different cities so any recommendations (also recommendations for hotels that have access as easy as my arse are appreciated!).

Love n peace ya fucking perves

Feels like I've been in retirement

Hey guys. Hope you're all doing well and keeping ok.

Sorry for the long absence again but I simply haven't had anything worth writing about.

Between lockdowns and working hard (sometimes two jobs) it's left no time to get cock.

On top of that, when I have ventured out it's been miserable.

Case in point - I visited The Greenhouse Sauna in Luton a couple of months ago and I was one of only three people there.

This isn't sustainable - if guys aren't able to get out and use these places, they will close.

Even the hookup apps seem quieter - full with wannabes and timewasters like never before.

My free time is precious yet it's often wasted.

My one small success was a couple of weeks ago. I popped to a local'ish cruise. I walked into the woods and a guy followed me rubbing his cock outside his jeans.

I walked to the furthest end behind a bit of cover and bent slightly forwards, hands rubbing up and down my arse cheeks. He walked up and started to tug at my belt. I dropped my jeans (no underwear) and bent over, popping a bit of lube on his cock to which he mumbled "fuck yes".

He shoved it right up me while I took a big hit of a new bottle of poppers.

It wasn't a long fuck but it was a hard one - he pounded me like crazy before asking if I wanted his load. I fucking begged for it deep. He blew a massive one deep inside me.

I sucked him clean and as he walked off another guy took his place but other than fingering my spunky hole he just wanted to fuck my throat. I am a bit out of practice with it but it was fun right until he pulled out and shot on the ground. WTF? When I went to lick him clean he pulled back, zipped up and all but ran away. Shame.

 And that my friends is about all I have to say right now. Not good. Come of guys - get back to the cruising and the saunas!