Tuesday 28 September 2010

Paris post 2

Sad to say is that me one complaint about the Euro Men’s Club sauna wouldn’t be that it was too empty – it would be that they don’t serve beer! If I could have got a bit drunk in there then I might have got in the mood to stay longer and maybe even sample a cheeky granddad cock or two! Instead, after that fuck in that cubicle I got dressed to go – and a bit surprisingly it seemed like most others were getting dressed and going too.
As I was about to leave that thin old guy behind the front counter stopped me on me way out and started to speak to me in French again – and again I had no idea what he was saying! Fortunately, some of them granddads was also dressed and leaving too, and one seemed to speak some English and so he was able to translate a bit. So it turned out that the thin old guy behind the front counter was basically saying that I should come to the sauna earlier in the evening and then it’d be much more busy. The old French bloke who was translating also agreed that the sauna was busier and better early. I then found out that the sauna was soon to close for the day, even though it was only just after 9pm – which made it all make sense! It turned out that gay saunas in Paris are at their most busy straight after work, which explains why it was so quiet when I turned up! I said to that old French bloke that although I’d never been to sauna in London, I knew that they are busy later after all the bars have shut, and I didn’t think it would be any different in Paris. He translated that to the thin guy behind the counter who then nodded back. The thin guy then said something and scribbled on something – and it turns out that I’d been given a free pass to visit Euro Men’s Club sauna the next day, which was good considering that I hadn’t really complained or anything. But as that was me next day sorted, I for sure wasn’t going to complain about that!
So once I was outside on the street, I thought I’d risk being cheeky and ask that old French bloke who had been translating if he knew a place in Paris I could get some marijuana or hash for a little smoke. At first he didn’t understand because he just offered me a regular cigarette, but I said no I didn’t smoke those – and then he finally understood! And he said perhaps! So he took me across the street to a little café-bar and he got a coffee and I got a beer. He made a couple calls on his mobile and then said that it was maybe possible, and could I meet him back here at this café-bar in two hours? So of course I said yes.
So two hours later I was back there and spotted that old French bloke sitting having coffee with a tough looking Arab-type lad. He was maybe 25 or 30 and tall and skinny with some tattoos on his arms, and he was dressed proper ghetto-style with baseball cap and big baggy football shirt and long baggy sports shorts and Adidas high-tops, so him and that old French bloke (who was neat looking and smart dressed) did look like an odd pair – but it also looked promising!
Anyhow it turned out to be not as promising as it could have been, because the Arab lad didn’t have much – just enough for a couple of smokes. But he did say that he would have more in a day or two. So I said that I just wanted one smoke anyhow, and so the Arab lad said he didn’t mind us sharing, and did I have a place near we could go and smoke?
So all three of us then walked to me hotel, but once we got there that old French bloke suddenly said his goodbyes and went off on his own way. I was suddenly a bit wary of having this Arab lad in me hotel room, what with me cash and passport and debit card and stuff all in there (I had assumed that old French bloke was going to stay around) but it was too late now to back out so him and me went in and up to me room.
Turns out that there was a good bit there to smoke even though it hadn’t looked like much, so soon I was a bit stoned and feeling much more relaxed about having some tough-looking Arab lad in me hotel room sitting opposite me on the floor. Then, just for a second I stopped being relaxed when he suddenly and unexpectedly asked me if I liked to suck cock – which sounded like a potential dangerous accusation to answer to at the time! Now I think about it I had only met this guy because of that old French bloke from Euro Men’s Club sauna and that old bloke must surely like to suck cock, and because of that sauna connection this Arab lad must have known already that yes I did for sure like to suck cock, but at the time I hadn’t thought about all that! So anyway I didn’t answer. And then this Arab lad pulled down the elastic waistband of his baggy sports shorts and showed me his cock and then… well I didn’t need to answer that question no more, I just got over there and started to suck it!
As I’ve said already, this Arab lad was tall and skinny – and now I was right up close to him with his cock in me mouth I could tell that his body may be skinny but it was also rock solid. And funnily enough his cock was tall and skinny and rock solid too!
At first he just stayed sat there on the floor, lolling against the bed, not at all moving, with me kneeling in front of him so that I could suck and suck that tasty Arab cock. But just as this sucking all seemed to be in slow motion, suddenly it all got real speeded up real fast – and before I had much chance to yelp he had swung me round, pulled me jeans and briefs down to me knees, and forced his cock up me arse! Well, maybe I did do a little yelp right then! And from then it carried on being real speedy because he quickly fucked and fucked and fucked me. As he knelt there behind me thrusting his cock hard up me, every now and then he’d give me arse a real hard slap, then he thrust a few final times then he shot his load. Wow, it was nearly as fast and as intense a fuck as with me Venezuelan roommate in Amsterdam!
After he’d slid his cock outta me arse I lay on back on the floor all tangled up with me legs and me half pulled down jeans and briefs, and I quickly got on with wanking me own cock. As I lay there wanking, the Arab lad pushed his still hard cock back into me mouth and I was able to suck out the last couple drops of his cum – and then I shot a big wet load all over me teeshirt!
So then this Arab lad put his cock away and said he’d come back to see me in a couple of days with some more – if I could manage some more? And I said yes for sure I could manage more, though I didn’t know if he means more marijuana or more cock. I was hoping he means both!

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Monday 27 September 2010

Paris post 1

I was very much looking forward to Paris because so many guys had said beforehand to me that Paris was proper fun and that the Paris blokes were proper hot fukkers at sex! And even though I hadn’t managed to make good contacts online beforehand with any Paris-based guys (the way I had for Amsterdam), I had a list of the recommended bars and saunas that various online guys said I would like, plus googlemap print-offs of exactly where they all were.
I had also got a room booked at a cheap (well… cheap for Paris!) and typical shabby hotel not far from Les Halles – but shabby is chic in Paris, ain’t that right? The hotel bed was a bit on the small side but it had one of them old-fashioned brass bed frames which made me laugh because it made me think that I should try and find a French daddy who got some handcuffs!
But as it worked out, it took me a bit of time to get into the vibe of Paris.
On me first night I followed recommendations and went out to bars in the Marais like Cox, which was for sure rammed with some very hot looking blokes – I would for sure have let most of them guys handcuff me to a bed! But even though these guys would smile and make eye contact and all that, it seemed like they were out with their mates and that’s how it was staying. I had a snoop at them other bars, and then ended up that first night on me own back at me hotel.
      The next day I got loads of sightseeing done so by 7pm I was nice and rested and ready for some proper Paris fun. I had been told in online chats that in Paris there are much wilder bars than Cox and the like, and they were the ones to go to if you for sure wanted a fuck – but to go in them bars you must be naked but for trainers and socks! Then once inside there’ll be blokes sucking and fucking at the bar and everyplace! Now that did sound wild… but you might be surprised when I say that I’m a bit shy about going to a bar like that! So on that second night in Paris, rather than head to them Marais bars again, and knowing I was too shy for them naked bars, I decided to try a sauna – as this seemed like a good compromise.
I have to say I’ve never been to a sauna before, so I was nervous and unsure of what to expect! One sauna called Euro Men’s Club had been recommended by loads of blokes online and it was not far from where I was staying. So after grabbing a bit of food I headed over there. As I had a googlemap print-off showing where it was located it was easy enough to find.
When I arrived at Euro Men’s Club sauna there was a thin and a bit flamboyant old guy at the front counter who spoke in French to me. I paid the entry price (and it was a discount rate for being under 26 years old – cool, eh?) and he handed me a towel and a locker key, but he carried on speaking in French and I didn’t understand at all what he was saying to me! After him trying and failing to speak to me in French, he gave up trying to speak and instead he came out from behind his counter and took me around the whole sauna on a bit of a tour. As I’d never been to any sauna ever before, that tour was very useful! 
Unfortunately, when I was on that tour I did also notice that the whole place seemed very empty. It was a big place spread over a couple floors, but I saw only about twenty guys and all were pretty old – more granddad age than dad age and for sure no-one else under 26 years old! There was one stocky and not bad looking guy that I had spotted – but unfortunately he was in the lockerroom and buttoning his shirt up so he was obviously getting dressed to leave. Anyhow, as I’d already paid the entry price I couldn’t change me mind so after that tour I went back to the lockerroom and stripped and locked all me clothes away, then wrapped the towel around me waist and went down to the main floor of the sauna to have a snoop around.
After having a snoop around I decided to get in the jacuzzi that was in the main room, and so I hung me towel up and got in the bubbly warm water. There were two old guys also in the jacuzzi, both were saggy looking and probably in their sixties or even seventies so I wasn’t so interested in them and instead I lay back and enjoyed the bubbles. After exploring Paris all day, I have to say that it was real relaxing just sitting there with them bubbles tickling me cock and me arse. I had been in jacuzzi before, but only ones where you had to keep your swimtrunks on. In fact I ended up feeling so relaxed that when one of them old guys who was in the jacuzzi with me started to cautiously feel me cock up under the water… well, I was so relaxed I didn’t mind! In fact I parted me legs a bit and I guess that little manoeuvre was just enough to encourage him to switch his attention from me cock to me arse because next I was enjoying the feeling of one of his fingers up in me hole – and I even started to wonder if I should let him fuck me…
But unlucky for that naughty old granddad I then saw the guy I’d spotted at the lockers: the one who had been getting dressed but he must have changed his mind about leaving because he was here and back in a towel again. He gave me a firm stare as he walked by the jacuzzi – a look that straight away made me cock and arse twitch, and less than a minute later made me hop out of the jacuzzi and grab me towel and follow him into the steamroom.
Because of them clouds of steam, it was hard to figure how big the steamroom was. It was also hard to figure exactly how many guys were in there – but I could make out a couple of granddads as well as that stocky dad I’d followed in there. I sat down right opposite him, and he straight away parted his legs so that his towel fell open to expose his decent-size but soft cock. I didn’t need any more encouragement to get over there and straight away start to work on his cock with me hands and mouth to get it hard. As I worked on his cock, he pulled me towel right off and started to work on me hole. The jacuzzi and the steamroom must have had an intense relaxing effect on me, and me hole must have felt especially relaxed and welcoming, because almost right away I could feel he was using two fingers to fingerfuck me, and by the time I’d got his cock stiff I reckon I was maybe taking three, maybe even four of em! While all this was going on, some of them other granddads came in to the steamroom. They sat quietly on them tiled benches, some watching and some wanking as I sucked that blokes cock as he fingerfucked me hole. By the time his shaft was rockhard between me lips, and his cockhead was tickling the back of me throat, I was feeling so horny that I would have been quite happy to sit right down on his cock right there in the steamroom, and ride up and down on it there in front of all them old granddads. But that didn’t happen. Instead, he closed his towel over his hardon and straight away led me naked out of the steamroom and down a corridor that led to an area of cubicles and once inside a cubicle he opened his towel again and I bent forward then took his hard cock up me arse, which I have to say slipped up me surprisingly easy, and he fucked me good until we both came all over the tiled floor.

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Sunday 26 September 2010

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Cologne post 4

When Martin and me eventually left that cruise club I ended up going back with him in a taxi to his flat, even though I had a hotel room waiting for me not at all far away. I was probably too drunk to remember where me hotel was anyhow! Once we got back to his flat I remember telling Martin that I wanted one more beer – but he wisely said no and instead took me straight away to his bed. Martin started to undress me ready for bed, first pulling off me trainers, next pulling off me jeans. But I had other ideas, because as soon as Martin had got me jeans right off I straight away sat back up and unzipped his fly and started to suck his soft cock. I gave his cock a good bit of attention, first wanking the shaft and tugging at them balls as i licked the cockhead, then sucking and swallowing on the shaft – and before long Martin’s cock was hard. Once he got hard he got the same idea as me too, because he rolled me over, pulled me underpants right off, and climbed on top of me ready to fuck me arse!
As I lay face down on that bed, with Martins big and heavy body laid right on top of me, squashing me as he pushed a finger full of lube then his hard cock up me, I just lay there lazy with me legs spread and let Martin do all the work. Well, the evening had started with me laid on Martins bed feeling lazy – and that’s how it had ended too!
I have to say it did feel real slutty but also horny to just lay there feeling too drunk to do anything but let Martin, with his bald head and fat hairy belly and juicy cock, lay on top of me and fuck me as he liked! He gave me a proper good fuck, really banging away on top of me until he shot his load up me and i shot a big wet load all over the bedsheets. And then I crashed into sleep.
I woke up late next morning in Martins bed, me wearing just a dirty white teeshirt and dirty white socks, with both me head and me arse a bit sore. I straight away got in a bit of a panic, because I remember I was supposed to check out of me hotel by 11am and then get ready to take a train from Cologne to Paris! And by now it was nearly 11am already! Thankfully, Martin didn’t have a massive hangover like I did, and he straight away sorted out everything for me. He called me hotel and arranged for me to have a bit of a late check-out, then we both went over there and I packed and grabbed all me bits and bobs. Once I had got all me stuff together, we took a taxi back over to Martin’s flat. He also made some phone calls and managed to change me train ticket – he was able to change it so I was on a train that left for Paris the next day, so I was able to take me hangover back to Martin’s bed for the rest of the afternoon!


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Friday 24 September 2010

Cologne post 3

Laying there naked on Martin’s bed, I have to say I was tempted to be lazy and stay there and have some more beers and maybe have another blowjob with Martin a bit later on. But I also figured that I should not be so lazy and instead I should try and make something of that one remaining night in Cologne – even if it was a Tuesday.
And so I decided that yes I would go out, but I also decided that I would persuade Martin to come out with me too. I have to say that Martin was very reluctant to go out! He said that he’d just had a nice blowjob off of me so why should he go out after that? But after a lot of persuasion Martin finally agreed.
Martin then spent ages showering and getting ready to go out. I did think about going back to me hotel to shower and change, but I ended up deciding just to freshen up a bit at Martin’s flat. After all, the clothes I’d worn that day had spent much of the day unworn on the floor!
We first went to a small restaurant for a dinner, and then to some of the gay bars that Martin had recommended to me earlier. But as he warned, today being a Tuesday they were all a bit quiet. But still it was nice to get out and see some of the bars in Cologne, and even though they weren’t at all busy they all still served beer! As it got later, Martin said he would take me to a cruise club as by now he knew for sure that I was on the lookout for some more sex.
Like the bars we’d gone to earlier, this place wasn’t really very busy – even though Martin had said that this was the most popular cruise club in Cologne. But I could for sure tell that he was right, that it would be a wild place to visit on a busy night, because it had a big darkroom with a maze and slings and a bathtub and all sorts of other bits and bobs – most of which I couldn’t even imagine what they were used for!
After another beer, Martin asked if there were any guys in here that I had me eye on. I had to say that there wasn’t anyone that I really liked all that much – well, except for one of the blokes behind the bar who was a nice looking muscle-daddy with shaved head and tribal tattoos and was wearing tight jeans and a leather waistcoat. And then I didn’t think much more about that, until a beer or two later when Martin leaned over to me and quietly told me to go to the darkroom because that barman that I fancied was about to go on a break and he and Martin had apparently spoke and it was all arranged!
I hadn’t even noticed Martin and that barman speak except for when Martin had asked for more beer – but I for sure didn’t ask questions, I just did as Martin had said and went to the darkroom. And sure enough, I had been in the darkroom for less than a minute when that barman walked in and straight away disappeared into the darkest corner.
I straight away followed him into the dark – and although it was far too dark to see anything, I wasn’t long in the dark before a hand reached out and stopped me and quickly touched me allover. After that quick and thorough groping, I felt a hand rest on me shoulder and push me down to me knees. Once I was down on me knees I could tell that there was a nice semi-hard cock somewhere right in front of me in the dark, and quick I felt around and found it and took it in me mouth and started to suck it. I have to assume that I was sucking the cock of that muscled barman, but to be honest it was far too dark in there to know for sure! Whoever it belonged to, it was for sure a tasty one and I for sure enjoyed sucking it! After a while I felt them hands reappear in the dark: this time they pulled me up to me feet, then them fingers undid the button and zip of me jeans then pulled me jeans and underpants right down and twisted me round. Next I felt a finger exploring the length of me arse crack, feeling around all over until it found me hole. Once it had found me hole, I felt the finger slide up and down me hole a couple times then that finger was removed and straight away replaced by a cock. I would have yelped as that cock slid up me in the dark – for it for sure felt bigger in me arse than it had felt in me mouth – but as this corner of the darkroom was real quiet as well as real dark I tried to stay real quiet too. As I stood there in all the dark, I could hear the guy breathing heavier and heavier behind me, and then I started to notice there were some other people about – not a lot, but for sure there were two or three others lurking nearby in the pitch black. This suspicion was confirmed when I felt another pair of hands start to touch and feel me, stroking me bum and tickling and tugging at me cock. Then I felt someone tug me teeshirt up, and then another pair of hands started to squeeze and twist at me nipples. All of this time, the first guy was still busy fucking me – but then he gasped and panted and shuddered and so I could tell he was cumming. But just as the first guys cock finished with fucking me and slipped outta me arse, I felt a bit of maneuvering going on behind me and then another cock slipped up me and a second guy started to fuck me just as hard and fast as the first guy had. By now it was getting hot and sweaty and sex smelling in there, and with all those mysterious hands and cocks touching and stroking and wanking and fucking me… well, I finally shot a massive load into the darkness, and then pulled up me pants and jeans and staggered around the darkroom a bit until I found me way back to the bar.
Back at the bar nothing at all was different! Martin was still sat on the same stool at the bar with a beer in front of him, all the barmen (including that muscle daddy in the leather waistcoat) were there serving customers and collecting empty bottles and glasses and stuff, and the customers who were there all seemed to be in the exact same spot as they had been before – and I still didn’t really fancy any of them! So I guess I’ll never really know for sure who were the two guys who had just fucked me, or who else had been there touching me! But it had turned out not to be a quiet Tuesday night in Cologne after all!

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Wednesday 22 September 2010

Cologne post 2

Another bloke I’d been exchanging messages with on gayromeo.com on that day was an English bloke called Martin who now lived in Cologne. When I had first signed into gayromeo.com I had sent the same message to lots of guys in Cologne that basically said that I was visiting Cologne and looking for advice on where to go to that night for some fun. Martin was one of them that I had messaged and he had messaged me back straight away with a couple suggestions (most others had not replied at all). So I had checked out Martin’s gayromeo.com profile and photos and saw that he was 54 and was average height and chubby and a bit ordinary looking so really not my type – but we continued messaging and he seemed nice and friendly and I enjoyed exchanging messages with him. Once I had arranged for that suit guy off of gayromeo.com to visit me hotel for a fuck, I next decided to give this English bloke Martin me mobile number and said he should stay in touch – and then I quickly signed out of gayromeo.com and left the internet café to go back to me hotel to get ready to meet the suit guy.
So once the suit guy had finished fucking me and he had left to go back to work, I found that Martin had sent me a txt inviting me over to his flat for a tea and more chat with advice on where to go to in Cologne that night. So I sent Martin a txt to say that a tea and a chat would be nice, but I also said that it’d be difficult for me to get to his flat because I didn’t know me way around Cologne. He sent a txt back with his address, and he said if I got a taxi to his then he’d pay for it when I got there – which I thought was nice of him. So I agreed then I had a quick shower to rinse the lube out me hole and I got dressed again then I went downstairs and asked the man on reception to get me a taxi.
It turned out that Martin didn’t live so far away from where I was staying, so I was soon at his flat with him asking me if I would prefer a tea or a coffee. When I didn’t answer straight away, he said that maybe I preferred something stronger as I was on holiday after all. And I said that a beer would be nice if he had one.
So he made himself a tea and got me a beer and we sat on the sofa in his flat and started to have a nice chat. He told me some of the bars that I might like to try and he showed me on a map where they were but he also reminded me that I was in Cologne on a Tuesday – and I have to agree with him that Tuesday isn’t the best night of the week to go out no matter where you are!
Martin then got me another beer and we continued to chat more about me holiday, and how I had enjoyed Amsterdam, and how I was next heading to Paris and then to Spain. Martin said he’d just been on holiday as well, to Rome in Italy. I said that I’d been to Italy before but never to Rome, and so we chatted about Rome for a bit and he showed me on his computer some photos he’d taken in Rome. I said it looks nice, and then I said that I bet the men in Rome were sexy – and he said that yes they were. He then opened another folder on his computer and showed me a photo of a handsome tanned young guy with curly black hair posing in speedos on a beach. I agreed that the guy in that photo was for sure sexy looking, and then I asked Martin who he was. Martin said he was someone he had met on the beach in Rome. I said I didn’t even know that Rome had a beach! So Martin told me that just outside of Rome there is a whole stretch of beaches that you can get to by car. I guess they’re like them Zandvoort beaches outside of Amsterdam. And then Martin said that there is a gay part of them Rome beaches called something like 7th Heaven, with dunes and bushes behind it – and it was in them bushes that Martin had met this boy. 
Martin then clicked another icon on his computer and another photo appeared on the screen: of the same boy in the same spot in the bushes – only in this photo he’d pulled his speedos down just enough to show off his cock! And then Martin opened another photo, this time of that boy pulling down his speedos to show off his arse!
Wow! And so of course I had to ask Martin if he and the boy had fucked. Martin laughed and then he told me that the boy in the photo was a rentboy and from Romania. He also said that in that particular part of them dunes it was mostly old Italian blokes and some rentboys who Martin said mostly seemed to be from either Romania or Albania. That was very interesting, but it didn’t answer me question! So I asked Martin again if they’d had a fuck. Martin laughed again. And then he opened another photo on his computer – this one showing the same Romanian boy but this time he was on a bed sucking a cock! The cock being sucked was sticking up from a big round hairy belly – and so I guessed that the bloke being sucked in the photo (and the bloke who had took the photo of himself being sucked) was Martin!
I told Martin that the photo was very hot, and so Martin showed me some other photos too, of a couple other lads that Martin had met on that beach outside of Rome. So I asked Martin if he’d had them as well, and Martin said that mostly these boys would say they were straight and so would only top. But then with a wink Martin added that they’d often change their minds about that for a few more €uros!
As we chatted more, it turned out that Martin knew all sorts of useful stuff. He was a big fan of gay beaches and so he had visited lots of them all over the place. And he showed me a few other photos on his computer that showed he had met some good-looking boys on some of those other beaches too, in exotic places like Mexico and Brazil and Morocco.
Soon I had information from Martin on some gay beaches in France and Spain that he said I should try and visit when I was travelling about. He also gave me the email address of an English mate of his who now lives in southern Spain, and Martin said that if I email him then he would most likely invite me to stay at his when I was down that way. Which was all very useful information!!
So after all this chat and drinking beer and looking at some of them sexy photos that Martin had taken… well even though I had gone over to visit Martin not at all planning to have sex with him… I ended up asking him if he’d like to take a photo of me sucking his cock too! And of course Martin said that’d be very nice.
So we both went into Martins bedroom and I stripped naked and he got out his digital camera and took off his tracksuit trousers and underpants and lay back on his bed. He was already almost hard! And so I kneeled over him and bent forward and started to suck his cock. Martin did have a very round and hairy belly, just like in all them photos! But just like in them photos he also had a nice cock so I really got into sucking it real good! As I slid me mouth up and down along the length of his cock, I saw the flash of Martin’s camera go a couple times. After Martin had taken a couple photos of me sucking his shaft and licking his cockhead, he grabbed his cock and slowly wanked till he came all over me tongue, lips and face! By now I was hard too, and so Martin put his camera down and he got busy with sucking and wanking and fingering me until I came too.

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Tuesday 21 September 2010

Cologne post 1

I had not really planned to visit Germany during me summer trip round Europe, but as lots of guys had said I would love Germany, and as Cologne was a cheap and easy journey from Amsterdam, I decided to do a little detour to Cologne on me way from Amsterdam to Paris. And so I arrived in Cologne with a booking at a cheap hotel I found online, and not much else! I wasn’t in contact with any guys in Cologne, and I didn’t know which were the best gay places to go to in Cologne either. It was also the first night since I left England that I had a room all to myself. And so even though I had planned initially to head out to try and find me some thick and meaty and tasty German sausage, I altogether decided to have a night off and took myself to bed early. Which you would probably say makes a change!
But then when I woke up the next day I was in a bit of a panic! As I was going to be spending just the one more night in Cologne before continuing onto Paris, I decided I couldn’t risk doing any sightseeing that day because I needed to go straight to an internet café and start to do some surfing so I would be sure to get a fuck later. Because I couldn’t leave Cologne without getting some, could I? So I logged onto gayromeo.com and updated me location status to say that I was now in Cologne, and then also started searching via google to see if I could figure out which were the best gay places in Cologne for me to go to later. I soon found that I didn’t need to be so anxious, because I soon had received quite a few messages from other guys online in Cologne on gayromeo.com – and about an hour later I was already back in me hotel room waiting for a fuck.
The guy I was waiting for was a tall and fit 46-year old German bloke. His gayromeo.com profile hadn’t included a photo of his face, but he had privately sent me it. He had a big square jaw and was kinda handsome in an ugly sort of way if that makes sense? His profile had said that he was top only and had a 20cm cock, and he had privately sent me a photo of that too, and that sounded and looked good!
When we had been exchanging messages on gayromeo.com he had said that when he arrived at me hotel room he wanted to find me naked on allfours on me bed with me arse already lubed up and ready for a fuck, so I said ok. After agreeing all that I quickly finished up all the other internet stuff I was doing and then went straight back to me hotel.
It was a bit of a basic hotel, and the maid hadn’t yet been to me room to make me bed and also the curtains were still shut and there was dirty underwear and a wet towel on the floor – so it looked a proper mess in there! But there was no time to tidy: instead I was quick to get undressed and get a shower and then I grabbed a tube of lube out of me washbag and checked the time so I’d be ready for him when he arrived.
Of course, when he did knock on me room door I had to get up off of the bed to let him in! But once he was in the room, I quickly hopped back on the bed naked and lubed up and on me hands and knees just as he had told me to be.
He had come straight from his work and so he was wearing a suit and so the first thing he did was take off his suit jacket and put it over the back of a chair. He then took off his shoes and then his trousers and folded them and put them over the chair too. Next he took off his tie and next his shirt, till he was just in his boxer shorts and socks. Although it was horny watching him undress like that, I have to say that he didn’t look as fit as he did in them gayromeo.com photos – but that didn’t matter because I do sometimes like it when a bloke has a bit of a belly. And anyway I could see that there was what looked like a nice cock in his boxer shorts, and that’s what I was mostly interested in!
When took of his boxer shorts, I could straight away see that his cock really was a nice length and it was also already semi-hard. For the next few minutes he just stood there looking at me with me looking back at him, and he slowly wanked and wanked his cock until it was fully hard. I would have helped out with that! LOL! But anyway, once his cock was fully hard he then walked right over to me and grabbed me by me ankles then dragged me backwards so that I was kneeling right on the edge of that bed. Then he checked with a finger to be sure that I was lubed up, and when he found out that I was he straight away took hold of his cock and pushed it into me arse. That was a shock! So I yelped as he did that, but that didn’t stop him from pushing his cock all the way in. Once he was fully up in me, he started to fuck and fuck and fuck me, quickly pumping his cock in and out of me arse hard and rough until he came. And then I wanked me cock till I came too.
After giving me that fast and hard fucking he finally spoke, saying that I was nice and tight or something like that in a strong accent. That was the first and only time he spoke. And then he got dressed quick and left because he had to get back to his work.


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Monday 20 September 2010

Amsterdam post 14

For me last night in Amsterdam I said I’d go out with Henrick for a last dinner. He took me to a fancy Indonesian restaurant where they do a big special banquet type of meal with lots of courses, which is apparently a famous thing to do in Amsterdam. It was very nice, but also very expensive – so I was glad that Henrick was paying!
After dinner Henrick asked me what I wanted to do next, and so a bit cheekily I said I wanted him to take me to Cuckoo’s Nest for one last fuck.
He laughed and said “Just the one?” and then he paid the bill and we walked up along the canals to Cuckoo’s Nest. Even though we chatted about general stuff as we walked, I guess Henrick had been thinking of sex that whole walk there, because when we did get to Cuckoo’s Nest he never went to the bar or offered to buy me a beer (though it is true that I had already drunk a bit too much during dinner). No, he instead straight away took me to the darkroom and straight to a cubicle and there he unzipped and took out his cock which was already semi-hard. I straight away got down on me knees and started to suck his juicy cock as he gripped me head steady in his hands and slowly mouthfucked me.
He pumped me mouth with his cock for a good few minutes till it was real hard. He then withdrew his cock and started to slap me face with it. It was horny to feel Henrick’s saliva-wet cock slapping against me face but I also knew he was teasing me and tempting me with it! So I stood right up and turned round and pulled down me jeans and pants and bent right forward. Henrick pushed me teeshirt right up so me back was as bare as me arse, and then it was his turn to get down on his knees and start to rim and tongue me hole. This last time he was much more rough with me arse, really pulling me cheeks wide apart with his hands so that me hole was wide enough to get his tongue right up as deep as he could. I loved the feeling of his tongue and I loved the feeling of his scratchy goatie, too, and so soon after that greedy rimming me hole was ready for one finger, then two fingers, then Henrick’s nice juicy wet cock. He fucked me properly hard as I squatted there in that cubicle, really pumping and pumping his cock in and out of me arse for ages till his whole body started to twitch and shake so I knew he was cumming. As soon as he started to cum, I started to push me arse up and down on his cock even more to properly milk every last drop of Henrick’s cum. As soon as he’d done with fucking me, Henrick said he’d see me back at the bar and then he left the cubicle – leaving the door to the cubicle wide open. 
It would have been perfect if Ury and Jonas and that American and the skinhead and the leather guy with the cock piercing and the Venezuelan boy and all them others had all been there in the darkroom too. Instead it was a hairy beefy bloke in a jockstrap and leather chaps who hovered outside that open cubicle door, and straight after I met his gaze he came in and closed the door and slid his cock straight up me still-lubed arse and I stayed bent over in that squat position to enjoy this next good hard fucking. And with that fuck done it was time to say goodbye to Cuckoo’s Nest and Amsterdam.


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Tuesday 14 September 2010

Amsterdam post 12

I’d been fancying the idea of visiting the gay beach that I’d heard was west of Amsterdam, and even though I wasn’t staying no more at Ury’s he said he would take me there at the weekend. So even though it was a cloudy and grey day, Ury had sent me a txt to say that he would see me at me hostel at 1pm and then we’d go to the beach. He also said that the Belgian boy from couchsurfer.com who was now staying with him was going to come too.
So Ury came to the hostel at 1pm and he introduced me to the Belgian boy who was called Jonas and was twenty and had spiky dark hair and was slim and not bad looking, and the three of us headed off to the beach in Ury’s car. The beach was Zandvoort beach and I suppose it was about a 30-minute drive and then a long walk away from where Ury parked, but the journey passed quickly as we all chatted all the way there (though mostly about tourist stuff like museums, because I remember Ury had said the Belgian boy was straight so I didn’t want to shock him by speaking too much about gay sex stuff!!)
Finally we got to the gay part of the beach. As it was a cloudy day unfortunately there weren’t so many other guys there. Ury said it was a lot quieter than it would have been had it been a sunny day, but as this was me last weekend in Amsterdam it had to be today or never.
We laid out our beachtowels on the sand just where the beach started to become dunes and even though it was cloudy I took off me teeshirt and shorts and sat down on the beachtowel. Jonas did the same. And that’s when Ury told us both off: “I didn’t bring you all this way for you to be in speedos!” he said to us both. “It’s a nudist beach so you better take them off!”
Some people on the beach were nude, some others were wearing their swimsuits – so even though nudism wasn’t compulsory me and Jonas both straight away took off our swimming trunks, which made Ury much more happy! So happy that he reached into his rucksack (which turned out was a freezer bag) and gave both me and Jonas a can of beer. After the long walk that cold beer went down very nicely! 
Ury had also packed some smoke too! So after more beer and some smoke, Ury got out his camera and took a few snaps of me and Jonas. We jokingly jostled and played around a bit with eachother for Ury's camera, and even though Jonas isn’t really my type I did notice that he has a nice big swinging cock and I ended up feeling a bit horny so after Ury put his camera away I said I would go for a bit of a walk into the dunes. I suspected this is where guys off of the beach would go to cruise and fuck, so I wanted to find out if there was any possible action. Then Jonas said he’d come with me – I would have preferred to go on me own, but I couldn’t really say no, could I?
Unfortunately the dunes were even more quiet than the beach was. So instead me and Jonas chatted as we walked and it turns out that, on his first night at Ury’s, Jonas had also got given a big joint of weed and got wasted as well, which we both laughed about! (I wondered if Ury had given Jonas a blowjob too – though Jonas didn’t mention that!)
After a bit more walking Jonas said he needed a pee so he disappeared farther into the dunes and I went back to Ury. Once I’d got back to Ury and sat down on me towel, Ury leaned close and asked me if anything had happened in the dunes. I knew that Ury loved gossip, but I had to disappoint him that time and tell him that the dunes were quiet and unfortunately nothing had happened.
“Not even with Jonas?” Ury asked.
I said I didn’t know what Ury meant, and so Ury said that he was wondering if Jonas had fucked me there in the dunes! I said no! And I asked Ury why he had thought that, because wasn’t Jonas supposed to be straight? And that’s when Ury told me that Jonas had gone out to some club on Friday night and had come back with a guy and had fucked him! Well that was very interesting gossip!
Anyway, Ury gave me another cold beer and then he said that he would rub some suntan oil onto me back. Even though it wasn’t really sunny Ury rubbed loads of suntan oil all over me back, bum and thighs. As by now I knew that Ury is a bit of a naughty daddy, I cheekily opened me legs just a bit and (just as I expected he would) he quietly pushed an oily finger up into me hole. I pushed back onto Ury’s finger, and so he pushed another finger up me. I saw that two old guys who were laying on the beach not too far away were watching us and, as I was feeling a bit drunk and trashed and naughty, I raised me arse up just a little bit off of the sand and let Ury slowly fingerfuck and wank me till I shot me load all over the beachtowel! After all the gossip of the day, me arse was ready for that good deep fingering!
As soon as I’d cum, Ury winked and gave me arse a little slap and called me a naughty little slut and handed me another beer. It was about that time that Jonas finally came back out of the dunes and joined us. A few minutes later I noticed a hairy and hot looking muscle daddy wearing just a thong and a pair of them Croc sandals also come out of the dunes – and even though he didn’t look in our direction at all, I did see that Jonas was looking at him as he walked away down the beach so I wondered if he and Jonas had met and fucked in the dunes. Jonas had been away a long time! And now that I'd heard that gossip about Jonas from Ury...
A bit later, we decided the weather wasn’t going to get much better and the beach wasn’t going to get much busier, so we all decided it was time to head back to Amsterdam. As we all rode back to Amsterdam in Ury’s car, Jonas asked if I fancied doing something with him that night, maybe go to a bar or club or something. I spotted Ury give me a little wink and so I said alright.


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Monday 13 September 2010

Amsterdam post 11

The American guy was leaving Amsterdam early next morning and he had a real early wakeup call, so once all of us had smoked some weed me and the skinhead guy put our clothes back on and we left. When we got outside of the Crowne Plaza Hotel the skinhead said he was going onto some sex club that I’d never heard of, and he asked if I wanted to go with him. It sounded wild, but it also sounded like it might be too heavy for me, and as me arse was by now a bit sore I said “no thanks” and we swapped email addresses and said we’d try and hookup again another time.
It was now after 2am so I had planned to go straight to bed when I got back to me hostel but as I was pretty stoned and buzzing, and as I saw that both the hostel PCs were vacant, I decided to check emails and of course ended up signing back into gayromeo.com – and I was soon exchanging messages with other guys online in Amsterdam. Although it was very late there was a lot of gayromeo.com activity!
One guy I was messaging with sent me his nude photos, and I have to say that up until then I hadn’t been so interested in him as he was in his fifties and looked a bit ordinary dressed – but once I’d seen naked photos of his big juicy pecs and even bigger juicy cock that he said was over 22cm long, well I was suddenly much more interested in him!
I found out that he was just a 15 minute walk away, and he said he wanted to fuck me and straight away invited me round. I told him that I’d been to Cuckoo’s Nest and so had already been fucked a couple times and was too sore for a fuck, so he said for me to come round and just give him a blowjob, so I agreed.
Fifteen minutes later and he opened the door to his flat. He was wearing just a small pair of briefs and from what I could see his big cock already looked rockhard. I followed him over to the sofa and he stepped out of them briefs and sat down and started to wank his cock and I got on me hands and knees in front of him and slowly began to suck him. It was a real nice big cock and it was soon tickling the back of me throat so I tried to breathe more slow so not to gag. As I sucked and sucked him, and squeezed and tugged his balls, he leaned forward and peeled down me shorts and underpants and then with one hand on each of me cheeks he pulled me arse wide apart and asked if I was certain that I didn’t want to be fucked. As I continued to suck him I nodded to say yes I was certain I didn’t want to be fucked.
“That’s a shame” he said “it feels good in your mouth but it would feel even nicer in your arse.” Then he asked “so how many cocks have you had up you tonight?”
So I paused from sucking and said I’d had three cocks plus a dildo, and he said that he for sure thought I could manage a forth.
I have never ever taken four cocks up me in one day! In fact until this trip to Amsterdam the most cocks I have ever taken in one day was two! And so I started to think maybe I should let him fuck me, because after having already taken three cocks plus a dildo that night, what better time to try and take another? But just when I was getting hot on the idea of him fucking me, he rammed his cock extra hard in me mouth a couple times and shot a big salty load right down me throat. He then finished up by sucking and wanking me till I shot in his mouth.
Arriving back at me hostel sometime after 3am, I paused again when I saw them PCs were still vacant and I wondered whether to sign onto gayromeo.com – but as I had a date with Ury the next afternoon I figured that maybe I should be good for once and go to bed!


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