Riding the Gay Tube

When squirt.org cam up with the idea of declaring the last, or first, or second from the last or whatever tube car to be the cruise car on the tube I thought it was a really great idea. Sadly, it never took off as far as I know. Just how would it have changed the idea of commuting!
The other day, however, I was coming home late and a rather hot guy seemed to stare at me from across the aisle. At first I wasn't sure what he was up to, but after a bit I started to look back. As he realised I was looking, he slowly moved his hands towards his crotch as if by coincidence. I followed his example and continued to look at his eyes, occasionally gazing down at his hand. We continued this for about two stops, when suddenly he removed his hand and got up, walking down the aisle. He was standing at the door staring over to me. The entire situation was totally horny but I was a little scared to actually get up and unsure what to do next. As he got off at the next stop, I cast my doubts aside and followed him. The tube station was fairly empty. He was standing in a hallway just away from the main platform, still looking at me. As I walked up to him, my heart going wild, he smiled. It was him who broke the silence by nodding and saying "hi" as I almost reached him. Uncharacteristically shy I answered back hi and we had a little meaningless conversation before he asked if I wanted to come along to his place. Of course, I wanted! Luckily he lived only a few minutes walk away from the tube and we had a fantastic session at his place. Just a shame there are not more guys like him on the tube!

A little Lunch Time Fun

This morning I had a meeting in North London. Not the day to have meetings - with spring in the air and the sun out, which made it all feel more like a summer day in London.
As the meeting was not to far away from Hampstead Heath, I decided to grab a sandwich for lunch and go up the Heath for a little summer sun. I strolled around for a bit, before a nice guy, maybe around my age, who seemed to have a fit body and dark blond, slightly curly hair, appeared. I sat down on a fallen tree and saw what he was up to. I'm not really familiar with the Heath, so I didn't really know if I was in the right area. But it sure looked as if the guy was interested! He seemed interested, too, and kept standing not too far away from me, occasionally looking over to me. After a bit of waiting, I started to move my hand to my crotch, at first making it look like a coincidence, before resting my hand on my zip. He looked more interested now, and responded by doing the same before nodding in the direction of a nearby bush. Before I knew it, he walked over and looked at me, waiting for me to follow. So I got up and followed him to where he was standing. From this side, you could enter the bushes, which seemed a bit like a natural tent, shielding you from any passer-bys. He quickly went inside, and when I followed him, he already had his cock out and was stroking it. It was a really lovely cut cock, long and thick. I immediately went on my knees and serviced his manhood, tasting little drops of salty precum while doing it. After a few minutes he signalled me to get up and turn around, holding on to a tree stem. From behind, he unbuttoned my trousers, and pulled down my pants, bowing me further forward. Suddenly I felt the cold touch of lube on my back, followed immediately by his large manhood entering me from behind. He started to move quickly once inside, applying some lube on my dick and jacking it while fucking me. After a bit he shot his load and before I could really react, he pulled out. He immediately turned me around, and kneeled in front of me. With his finger, he then started to play with my prostate, while his other hand stroked up and down my cock, while occasionally taking the tip of my dick in his mouth. I came within a few strokes, shooting right into his open and willing mouth. Fantastic lunch!

A little Morning Run

For a few weeks now I have started to take exercise more serious again. Mostly because I really do want to have a beach fit body for summer, but also for the exercise of course. Most of my time I spend doing weights in the gym and about twice a week I go on a treadmill. The goal had always been to get out there and run, but so far the weather was just too cold to do that unless you are a seasoned runner, which I am not.
However, yesterday was one of those lovely spring days in London, with the sun shining when I woke up and while still a bit cool it was fine to venture outside. So I decided to start the running outdoors routine, well a one off for now really!
I'm really quite lucky with where I live in terms of running opportunities. My chosen route takes me along a river for a bit, before I turn into a small park before being home again after a short run on the street. That means I can avoid running next to a busy road for most of the run, which I think is quite lucky in London.
There is a lovely stretch of the run which takes me through a part which is really very wild and almost looks abandoned. There are plenty of overgrown areas, some with a small meadow in the middle. Others have overhanging bushes which almost look like a little hut. While I ran through there, I kept on thinking how horny it would be to find another runner and to have sex with him in one of these places. So I stopped and took a break to look around, and while getting more and more into my fantasy, I got more and more hard. Unfortunately on this sunny Sunday morning I was all alone there, so all I could do was to go under one of the bushes, and start to feel my erection in my pants. I started to wank and soon I shot a great load of cum into the bushes. Shame I was all on my own! But I hope that with a bit of luck I'll soon come across maybe one or two other hot runners as a little incentive to get out of bed and do my morning run.

Big Daddy Part II

After a not so great encounter with a mature guy two weeks ago I was contacted by a mature guy (I'll call him Wayne)  who promised me that he would show me a better time. After a lot of thinking, mostly if I should or should not start to meet people offline, I agreed to meet the guy, who came to London for a meeting. He emailed me pictures before, and I have to say, for a 55 year old guy he looked very fit. I didn't really know what to expect, when I met him in Waterloo. Wayne looked pretty much as in the pictures when he arrived, which was a good start. I'm not keen on bringing chance encounters home, and as he wasn't staying the night, we couldn't go to his hotel room, so we decided to head to a sauna for some action. I had never been in a sauna "with company" so I wasn't quite sure how to do this... should we just head for a cabin together? Use the facilities? 

Luckily, he was a pretty confident guy, so after we changed into our towels, he took me and we went together to an "open plan" kind of dark room, and he slowly started to kiss me and touch me, while a bunch of guys where watching us. He was a great kisser, and had just the right balance between tough and gentle touching. After a few moments he removed my towel, slowly kissing down my body and starting to suck me. Some of the other guys were starting to get interested now, and came closer. I noticed how he hinted to another mature guy to join us. As Wayne moved up my body again, and started to massage and kiss my back, he slowly pushed me towards the second guy, who immediately started to play with my balls with his tongue. After what seemed almost an eternity of getting teased and slowly and very gently getting sucked by the second guy, Wayne started to run his tongue down my back and slowly pushed me over while licking my ass - something I really like, while the other guy continued to gently suck me. Wayne then started to fuck me, at first gentle ... and then slowly fucking deeper and faster before slowing down again at just the right point where I was ready to come. Several guys were now standing very close to us, holding me in place, touching me and starting to kiss me - while Wayne started to fuck again. First gently and then faster again. I was screaming with pleasure. Again, as I started to feel that I was about to come, Wayne slowed down, stopped and after a few minutes started to gently fuck again. as he became faster, my entire body felt like a massive heat wave. I was now starting to sweat like if it was a hot summers night, feeling hot and cold at the same time. As Wayne picked up speed, and started to get harder and harder, I finally exploded, shooting all over the floor and the guy in front. Almost simultaneously, I heard how Wayne came. 

After we were done, Wayne and I rested for a bit kissing each other before hitting the showers and facilities. 

What a great first meet!

Friday Morning Steaming

I always find it a bit difficult to find the time to go to the gym. Recently I started to go in the morning as a way to actually make it there - rather than having it on my mind all day long and then finding some lame excuse not to go there after all. So for the last two weeks I have been turning up with clock work regularity at my gym in the morning. The downside is of course that I need to get up earlier, and that there are fewer guys around to check out. My gym isn't one of the gay gyms in London, and I haven't really been going there for a little after work out fun ... but I do like the view.
Today I was pretty early, and so after finishing my workout I decided to take a quick break in the steam room before showering and getting ready to work. When I entered the steam room was totally empty and so I just relaxed. After a workout I usually feel pretty horny, though I seldom do anything about it (not at least for time reasons!). This morning was going to be no different, and so I sat down realxed in the hot steam room just being happy to be with myself. Suddenly the door opened and someone entered. As it was pretty steamy it was hard to see much, other than that it was a male with a fairly good physique though not overly muscular. Curiously he sat immediately opposite me and I tried to see how he looked like through the thick clouds in the room. While I was looking at him, I noticed that he appeared to have one hand placed in his swimming trunks. I instantly felt how things started to move in my trunks. Obviously I was not to the only one to nice the change, as the guy leaned forward a bit, so as to get a clearer look. Slowly I started to move my hand to my boner, and started to move it up and down, pressing the errection and feeling how totally hard I was. With a sudden movement the guy moved across and was now sitting next to me, with his hand on my knee, slowly moving upward. As he reached my groin, he slowly pushed my trunks down - and my erect penis poped out. I just leaned back and enjoyed it as I could feel how he slowly started to push my foreskin aside and to tenderly take my head in his mouth. He then slowly moved all along my shaft, finally taking all of my manhood in his mouth while making a slightly gargling sound. Waves of pleasure overcame me as he continued with an increasing force and I climaxed by shooting my load over is face and shoulders. Before I could even say thank you, the guy disappeared and left me alone in the room. After a few minutes of just enjoying what just happened, I got up and went to the showers, got dressed and went on my way. With a little smile on my face ....

Cruisebar - Going to the Vault

Spring seems to have gone into hibernation again in London, and yesterday must have been the most depressing day of the year in terms of the weather out there. It was cold, raining and windy - everything that makes me want to leave London and set up camp in hot and sunny place. To add to my misery, I had nothing planned for the evening, and so was facing the prospect of going home after work to a feast of ready meal and Emmerdale or coming up with something else. I decided to give a night in a miss, or at least postpone it, and go down to the Vault bar - a cruise bar located just north of Soho. They normally have themed nights, such as the naked night Stripped, which would have been a little more appealing I thought, but as Tuesday must be the lamest day in terms of gays about town, the evening was nothing, as in no dress- or undress code.
When I entered the place, it was a little empty, with only a few guys at the bar. I checked in my jacket and started to have a look around. Places like this always excite me, the feeling of men having sex with each other makes them somehow feel special to me, and I was immediately rock hard. The bar area of the Vault is the only place that is really fairly well lit, the rest is a kind of "donut shaped" darkroom, with some private cabins, a few open vaults and a few camouflage nets.
First, I had a drink at the bar checking out the other men that were there with me. None of them immediately made me want to go off with them, but everyone seemed ok enough to play with after a drink or two. Eventually I wondered away from the bar and into the dimly lit darkroom area. It wasn't overly busy, so most men seemed to hang around the bar and wait for someone they fancy to follow.
At the far end of the room is a small play area, with leather boxes with different heights. On one of them was a young guy in a jock getting fucked by a older bear. I stopped and watched the scene. Although neither was really attractive I was getting increasingly turned on by what I saw, and so I didn't resist when a hand grabbed my jeans from behind and started to open them. I was slowly pushed away from the two guys and a maybe 45 year old guy started to suck me off gently, while I continued to watch the two others playing.
After only a short while, another guy joined us, and started to pull down my jeans to my ankles and rim me, while some others gathered around us and started to watch. The guy behind me took off my t-shirt and one of the spectators started to play with my chest. I remained still, enjoying the guys playing with me while some other guys started to jack off at the scene.
After a few minutes I saw a really attractive, tall guy join the spectators. He, too, unbuttoned his jeans and started to play as I looked towards him, hoping he would come a little closer. The guy had curly hair, a lean body as far as I could tell and was maybe in his late twenties. After hesitating a bit, he ventured closer and we started to kiss. The kissing was gentle and almost loving, something that felt amazing in contrast to the increasingly rough but deeply pleasurable movements the guy sucking my cock was performing. I gently pushed the young guy towards a fairly high box immediately behind me, and gestured him to get on the box, so that I could reach his cock while I continued to be sucked and rimmed by the other two guys. He gently obliged, and I started to suck his long, uncut dick, feeling how it pulsated every time I took him deeper and deeper into my mouth. I pushed up his t-shirt, admiring his sporty physique. He was now groaning with pleasure and after a few minutes climaxed by shooting loads of cum over his flat stomach and chest. He slid from the box, and started kissing me again softly and caring, while starting to push the head of the guy sucking me deeper and deeper. After just a few pushes I was ready to shoot and unloaded, barely noticing the by now maybe a dozen guys standing around us watching the scene. I came with with full force, while the sexy guy gently played with my nipples and kissed me.
After this, I looked at the watch and was stunned that we must have been playing for about an hour and a half. I left the bar and made my way home. What a great evening I had! Now all I need is spring to return!

Weekend Mornings

I love weekends, and even more waking up on a weekend morning and knowing that I have nothing to do all day but everything that I want to do. The last weekend, I was joined by B who seems to become a steady part of my life. B is a very cute guy, a little inexperienced maybe, but sexy in an innocent sort of way. He came on Saturday, and as a possibly fleeting remark, mentioned that he should trim his pubic hair sometime soon. On Sunday, as I woke up next to him I had the idea of trying to see how he would react if I did it to him. Of course, simply suggesting it was not a really great option, not only because it isn't really very erotic nor is he the guy who would easily do it. So I thought I try it the slightly naughty on him. I kissed him all over the body to start with and made sure he was getting extremely hot. I then slowly blindfolded him and tied his hands together, leaving him on the bed as I got all the shaving gear. Of course, he had no idea what was happening and was getting so excited that he shivered as I was applying the shaving foam. I then slowly shaved his balls and crack, leaving some trimmed pubic hair above the penis (I don't really like totally shaved guys...) I wonder what he must have been thinking during all this time, and how long it too him to figure out what I was doing.
After I carefully washed off all the foam and hair I then slowly poured warm massage oil on him, and started to very slowly massage his excited rock hard love stick, while slowly massaging his prostate, until he almost came for a first time. After that I continued to massage his genitals, this time firmer and more quickly until I felt how all the muscles in his body became tense and he slowly released the full pressure. Great start to the day!

Meeting offline?

Over the weekend I got a really nice email from someone asking to meet me offline as an answer to the Daddy sex post from Friday. Now this has thrown up a few issues I have been thinking about, but never really tackled, such as what should be my policy of meeting guys who know the blog offline? Some bloggers, like Gaybanker will not meet. And I understand where he is coming from. On the other hand, I have met a guy from Twitter not so long ago offline. And that was a nice encounter, although we did not have sex, and I did not write about it. Of course, the issue isn't sex or no sex, but rather meeting someone and potentially writing about it. Uhm,... any ideas guys? Would you feel comfortable with meeting someone and maybe reading about it the next day?