<sigh> well it didn't start brilliantly and got worse over time. :(
So I posted on bbrts that I'd be at the Greenhouse in the sling for around 7pm. I tend to avoid postings like that as I prefer the randomness and to (naively?) avoid the inevitably poz tops.
So I arrived a bit late and a guy was already in the sling downstairs, getting fucked with a group round him...part of me was sure that was my group :)
Anyway I wandered round a bit. Finally got into the sling - guy with the thickest knob I've ever felt grabbed a rubber but I had to push him away - no way was that monstrosity going in gloved. It'd have burned me.
Got a nice cute, black guy with a thin, small'ish cock but huge bell end into me but again gloved. Another one who couldn't get hard as he'd just shot followed him.
In the end I got bored and came away. Too many guys watching and hoping and not interacting.
Wednesday, 28 May 2014
Tuesday, 27 May 2014
Change of plans
It's funny how your plans can change. Sunday found me staying in Dudley again so as I like to do, I hit the Greenhouse (can you tell that I love this place?).
Well it was a bit of a mistake if I'm honest. There were only two guys in and I think they were a couple. One of them - a tad chubby, glasses and a couple of tramp stamps climbed into me in the new sling room but pulled out after a couple of strokes and sent what I later assumed to be his boyfriend to find a rubber.
When he eventually arrived, glasses boy couldn't open it. Talk about losing the moment!
So I upped and walked off and parked myself in the downstairs sling.
Eventually glasses boy found me and climbed inside me sans rubber again and in fairness pounded away like a real trooper but then spoiled things by pulling out and shooting over the floor :(
Fast forwards to tonight (Tuesday) and I am back at the Greenhouse. When I arrived, the car park was pretty full but inside there seemed to be far fewer guys than you'd have expected for the number of cars.
And what another disappointment: One guy tried to mount me but couldn't get hard. Although he blamed the rubber and I said I preferred without anyway he scampered off.
Another guy couldn't get up at all and said he wanted to cruise a bit.
And finally another guy popped a rubber on and promptly gave himself a butt-cheek fuck. Quite literally he held his cock between my arse cheeks and thrust himself to orgasm. I did say he might prefer it if he actually went inside but he wasn't listening. He pulled out, ripped off the rubber and came on my back with a fair bit of fanfare.
So. Lousy night. Going back tomorrow. Wednesdays are usually much busier. Here's hoping!
Well it was a bit of a mistake if I'm honest. There were only two guys in and I think they were a couple. One of them - a tad chubby, glasses and a couple of tramp stamps climbed into me in the new sling room but pulled out after a couple of strokes and sent what I later assumed to be his boyfriend to find a rubber.
When he eventually arrived, glasses boy couldn't open it. Talk about losing the moment!
So I upped and walked off and parked myself in the downstairs sling.
Eventually glasses boy found me and climbed inside me sans rubber again and in fairness pounded away like a real trooper but then spoiled things by pulling out and shooting over the floor :(
Fast forwards to tonight (Tuesday) and I am back at the Greenhouse. When I arrived, the car park was pretty full but inside there seemed to be far fewer guys than you'd have expected for the number of cars.
And what another disappointment: One guy tried to mount me but couldn't get hard. Although he blamed the rubber and I said I preferred without anyway he scampered off.
Another guy couldn't get up at all and said he wanted to cruise a bit.
And finally another guy popped a rubber on and promptly gave himself a butt-cheek fuck. Quite literally he held his cock between my arse cheeks and thrust himself to orgasm. I did say he might prefer it if he actually went inside but he wasn't listening. He pulled out, ripped off the rubber and came on my back with a fair bit of fanfare.
So. Lousy night. Going back tomorrow. Wednesdays are usually much busier. Here's hoping!
Thursday, 15 May 2014
Wednesday, 9 April 2014
Tuesday, 25 March 2014
Quick update...
Been a few weeks but I've been busy.
About four weeks ago I was in a hotel on a Saturday night in Leicester. I'd made contact with a semi-regular top that likes to ride me and is very talented too.
He's always talked about wanting group fun and to see me well used but as I expect most people appreciate, the hookup sites aren't the most reliable so we decided it made more sense to hit the local gay sauna. This place is called Celts and gets a fair few decent comments online.
Well my guy arrived and had decided he didn't want to go there but wanted to pump me full in the room and then head home.
This was a disappointment to me on the one hand but would hopefully be the start of a good evening.
He likes me to strip seductively for him - not that I'm naturally very good at that kind of thing but it does work to get him hard - at which point he'll face fuck me for a while whilst fingering my hole and eventually likes to fuck me hard doggy style (which I also happen to love) while we both huff poppers.
He emptied his balls into me and after a bit of small talk headed out.
But it was bugging me that our plans hadn't gone as we'd discussed - really far more than it should have done so by the time I'd dressed and got into Celts I wasn't really in the best frame of mind for slutting around.
I was also a bit frustrated to see that their dark room is actually anything but.
There were plenty of guys around but they all seemed to be lurking around and despite a couple of attempts to present my arse to them, they generally lacked interest.
Anyway I called it a night and walked back to the hotel feeling somewhat disgruntled.
So to fast forwards a couple of weeks I found myself in another hotel down near Crawley.
As I had a bit of warning, I'd put an advert on BBRTS. And I got a good response initially.
Of course, as the time grew close I got the usual excuses:
Two had had a drink and couldn't drive as they were over the limit;
One thought the time was three hours earlier at 5pm as opposed to the advertised time of 8pm
One had painters and decorators in working (really? at 8pm on a Friday?)
One did actually manage to turn up but walked out again without a word to then send me a text message saying "you're too chunky for me"...now bearing in mind that amongst my chosen hobbies I do Triathlon, I am not sure what he was banging on about there.
And finally one claimed his car had broken down.
And then finally one guy DID show up and despite struggling to get hard for a while due to having had a bit of coke earlier in the night did eventually give me a good over the bed, on all fours rogering.
I wish I could say that this kind of thing was the exception but it's not. Guys seem to love to talk about sex and love wanking off at the idea of sex but when it comes to actually getting down and dirty far too many bottle it.
At least be honest and say "I changed my mind" or even admit you bottled it but cut the lame excuses!
Mind you at least the decorators was new. As for the other excuses...heard them all before.
About four weeks ago I was in a hotel on a Saturday night in Leicester. I'd made contact with a semi-regular top that likes to ride me and is very talented too.
He's always talked about wanting group fun and to see me well used but as I expect most people appreciate, the hookup sites aren't the most reliable so we decided it made more sense to hit the local gay sauna. This place is called Celts and gets a fair few decent comments online.
Well my guy arrived and had decided he didn't want to go there but wanted to pump me full in the room and then head home.
This was a disappointment to me on the one hand but would hopefully be the start of a good evening.
He likes me to strip seductively for him - not that I'm naturally very good at that kind of thing but it does work to get him hard - at which point he'll face fuck me for a while whilst fingering my hole and eventually likes to fuck me hard doggy style (which I also happen to love) while we both huff poppers.
He emptied his balls into me and after a bit of small talk headed out.
But it was bugging me that our plans hadn't gone as we'd discussed - really far more than it should have done so by the time I'd dressed and got into Celts I wasn't really in the best frame of mind for slutting around.
I was also a bit frustrated to see that their dark room is actually anything but.
There were plenty of guys around but they all seemed to be lurking around and despite a couple of attempts to present my arse to them, they generally lacked interest.
Anyway I called it a night and walked back to the hotel feeling somewhat disgruntled.
So to fast forwards a couple of weeks I found myself in another hotel down near Crawley.
As I had a bit of warning, I'd put an advert on BBRTS. And I got a good response initially.
Of course, as the time grew close I got the usual excuses:
Two had had a drink and couldn't drive as they were over the limit;
One thought the time was three hours earlier at 5pm as opposed to the advertised time of 8pm
One had painters and decorators in working (really? at 8pm on a Friday?)
One did actually manage to turn up but walked out again without a word to then send me a text message saying "you're too chunky for me"...now bearing in mind that amongst my chosen hobbies I do Triathlon, I am not sure what he was banging on about there.
And finally one claimed his car had broken down.
And then finally one guy DID show up and despite struggling to get hard for a while due to having had a bit of coke earlier in the night did eventually give me a good over the bed, on all fours rogering.
I wish I could say that this kind of thing was the exception but it's not. Guys seem to love to talk about sex and love wanking off at the idea of sex but when it comes to actually getting down and dirty far too many bottle it.
At least be honest and say "I changed my mind" or even admit you bottled it but cut the lame excuses!
Mind you at least the decorators was new. As for the other excuses...heard them all before.
Wednesday, 29 January 2014
So why the thousand load bottom?
Simply because I wanted to start keeping a record of my fucks. It will take a long time for the most part but I want to get to the point where I can say I've taken 1,000 loads in my arse.
Simple.
Simple.
Sunday, 19 January 2014
Got a lovely big black cock up me
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