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François in London #3

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François in London #2

Seeing François again after more than one year did exceed expectation! Because there he was waiting for me in Comptons bar in Soho looking fit and hot and cool. Unusual for me, I had been in a proper fuss that morning as I decide what to wear, then I did change me mind and get undressed and dressed again. And again. And again. I can’t even decide on which underpants to wear! I also worry if I should have had me hair buzzed short or left as it is. So add this all together and I was mix of excitement and nerves as I go into Comptons bar and see François and go to him and say “Hi”. But I did not need worry because he does straight away give me big hug and big kiss. He does feel and taste so good that I go in for a second kiss, and that second kiss does soon get more intense and dirty with tongues and all that and it certainly sends a signal that François will most likely be fucking me within the hour!

And this is why first thing François says to me in over a year is “Do you have a hardon?” I am certain I did not have hardon a minute before when I did enter Comptons bar, but blush I do realize that I do have a bit of one now! So I just laugh and answer back cheeky “Don’t you?” And François says “No” and adds with wink, “Not yet. But soon.”

And that premonition did come true! We did have a couple pints in Comptons bar, then we go back to the hotel where François stays. The hotel where François stays is not properly central, it is south of the River Thames near to London Eye. So after drinking them two pints in Soho we catch tube to Vauxhall, and do finally find ourselves in the Comfort Inn hotel. It is basic and ordinary looking hotel with basic and ordinary rooms, but to be honest I am less interested in the décor and more interested in François stiffening cock! And I did not need fuss about what to wear, because I am quick to get naked, with me clothes and underpants scatter all over hotel room floor!

This first time we fuck is quick and hard. We do literally just strip each other naked straight away, then I am squat over François on the bed, sucking and wanking on his cock until it is hard. And then rough and fast he does flip me off of him so I lay face down on bed, then he does lube me up then he push his cock in me and fucks me as I eat the pillow. After wait more than a year to take that cock in me again, I am more than hungry and ready for it – and as François soon does shoot a load up my arse as he fuck me I guess he feels same.

Readers of me blog will remember that even though François doe have amazing fit gym body, he has only average size cock – which I cannot deny is bit of a disappointment. But it is bitchy of me to complain, because mine also only average size, and I would say his is bigger than mine. If this was a proper dream then François would have a massive pornstar cock of at least 8” or 9” – but this is not a dream. Still, he does have proper gym fit body for me to touch and stroke and suck and play with, so who need a porn dream when you got that man and that body in your bed in reality? And this is why, even though he don’t got huge cock, he for sure still made me cum a huge load as he did fuck me.

After the fuck we lay crash out on the bed for just a few minutes, then sudden François is on his feet and sudden he is drag me onto my feet and into the bathroom where urgently he tells me bend right over because “I need to shave your crack”. So I bend over like he says, and with razor in one hand and with other hand spreading me arsecheeks and stretching open me hole, he does careful apply shave oil and does spend some time careful shaving me hole smooth. It does feel very perv and intimate to have François take his time shave me down there like that! And also horny! And as I am naked and bent right over with me arse spread and me hands on me knees, I am in position to notice that me cock does start stiffen as François shave me, and soon is properly erect again! François obvious does notice this too, because he does now and then give me cock a little teasing tug. And next, once he finished shave me, I do feel hard tip of François cock press against my newly smooth arsehole, and with not much resistance from me he does slide into my arse and quick he does fuck me a second time.

François in London #1

Ever since François did first email to say he would soon visit London, and ever since I did email back saying it’d be nice see him when he is in London, François and me have exchanged loads email messages and did chat on MSN – and the more we did chat and exchange messages, the more he did describe all the things he did plan to do to me arse! So by the time this weekend arrived I was very horny and excited with anticipation I can tell you!

Regular readers of me blog will know that I first did meet François last summer in Paris. We did have a nice time together, and I will admit I did develop bit of a crush on François. He is a very fit and sexy and handsome man, and I could hardly believe that such a man would take interest in me! But he did – in fact, when he found out that I did plan to also visit Barcelona, and when he did say he had holiday plan to go Barcelona as well, we did both change our plans so that we could go Barcelona together in his car! It should have been perfect, but it was not perfect :(

It was not perfect because it was not just me and François. No, there was another guy who travelled Barcelona with us, an even hotter French guy called Alain. I did not object to bit of extra company, the more the merrier is my motto! But it was clear straight away that Alain did not like me, and did seem resent me being there. After Barcelona I did spend some time in Sitges, and in Sitges I did crash with Alain again. Only in Sitges Alain and me did seem to get on better, in fact we did drink and party and get trashed on pill and end up going to beach for a fuck. That was a big mistake, because when Alain did fuck me on the beach in Sitges he said I was François “dirty little urinal” (François does like those watersports, and I had drunk from his tap in Paris and in Barcelona – but I was a bit shock that Alain knew this!) and it did turn bitch and unpleasant. And that was an end to it.

After I get home to England I did hear from François again via email, and he did apologise for Alain behavior – but François also did admit that he had deceive me, because he never did admit to me that Alain was in fact his boyfriend! That was a shock news, I can tell you! It did seem that François and Alain have open relationship, but Alain still did feel jealous of me when I turn up on their holiday to Barcelona – which I suppose is understandable. But even so, It was not my fault innit? So why do I deserve the nasty treatment?

Anyway, it now seems that François and Alain did split up earlier this year (and I can’t resist say good riddance to that bitter bitch!). And that’s why François decides to get back in touch with me, because he did have plan to visit London for weekend, and he did wonder if I would like to meet with him again.

At first conversation was just about maybe meet for a beer or a lunch, but we soon got confident and flirty with each other and soon we agree that we are definitely going to meet and fuck! And then we do talk more about how we are going to fuck, and what François wants to do with me, and chat about this club in London that François wants take me to, and finally we do decide that I will stay two nights with François in his hotel!

And so this is how come I find myself in this gay bar in Soho on Friday afternoon with me rucksack with change of clothes and stuff, including a jockstrap and me Doc Martin boots, all excited and ready to see François again…

supermarket revisited

When someone know where you work then they know where to come look for you, so I suppose it should not have been surprise this week when I spot that bloke again in supermarket – the bloke who I did have 3some with exactly two week ago! He does live local, so supermarket where I work must be his local supermarket, but as I do notice his shopping basket is empty I guess he is shopping not for food but for another fuck!! And even though I was surprise to see him, he did not look at all surprise to see me. In fact, tonight he straight away comes direct over to me and says “ello, mate” and then he ask how I doing and do I wanna come round his flat again after me shift finish? I do think this is a bit direct and fast moving, but next he does brush his hand against his trackies to show me outline of his cock – a cock that I am already acquainted with as I took it in me arse and mouth exactly two week ago. So I do figure that, as I don’t got any plans, I may as well get even more acquainted with it!

So as I glance up and down at empty supermarket aisle I do reply “ok” and straight away I feel buzz of excitement! I also do feel a bit cocky all of a sudden, so I quick tell the bloke that boxes of them Stella Artois beers are on special offer so he should buy one for us on his way out. And that is exact thing he goes and buys – I shoulda ask for bottle vodka innit!

One hour later, and I’m round his flat opening one of them cans Stella Artois. After I take gulp of lager, I do cheeky pretend to look around flat and then I cheeky joke why that Portuguese guy from last time isn’t here as well? And he does laugh, and he does also say that he could try arrange that for next time. I do laugh at this, say not to worry too much because I am only bottom boy really – so he says he could try arrange another top for next time if I like! That sounds more like it!

Then just like last time he does ask me if I’m staying, and says for me to strip off if I am staying. So I put me can lager down and start undress, but when I start undo buttons of the polo shirt that is part of supermarket uniform he does say “No, keep that on! Eveything else off, but keep that on!”

I know loads blokes have underwear fetish or sportskit fetish or school uniform fetish or army uniform fetish (I know because I have met blokes with all these fetish before!) but I have never known of supermarket uniform fetish! I must admit I have got very turned on by being fucked by lorry drivers and builders and electricians in their work gear, so I know how a bit of dressing up can elevate a fuck into a real fantasy fuck that does tick a box – but me supermarket uniform is real ugly! But I do keep it on as he ask me to, and as he pulls down his trackies to show off his massive rock-hard erection I can see for sure that something is turn him on!

At first I do alternate between swigging down lager and sucking his cock, with him sitting on sofa drinking can lager as he fingers me arse. But we never make it to next can. Instead I find myself flat on me back on his bed as he holds me ankles high in air, manipulate them wider to open me arse ready for his cock. Even though I ain’t even a bit drunk, I guess me arse is pretty relaxed from get fingerfucked and so his cock slides in me pretty smooth and easy. Even though he got a bit of a cocky and sexy attitude and swagger, he is for sure more gentle than Brian ever is! I mean, he is slow and focus to penetrate me fully with his cock. But once his cock is all the way in, well he don’t fuck me slow for long! Soon he is fucking me so hard that I can see his face redden and his forehead wrinkle and his teeth grit with determination as he concentrates fucks me hard as he can. And he does fuck me hard like that, with the bed beneath me rocking and squeaking, until sudden he pulls out and shoots load that sprays in arc all across front of me uniform polo shirt! He does then take a firm hold of my cock and does wank me hard until I cum too. After we both cum, he does offer me another lager, but I gotta go – because not only do I got lecture tomorrow morning, but now I also gotta do laundry to wash me cum-stained polo shirt ready for me next supermarket shift!

70,000 pageviews

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Brian is jealous

I am real excited because I did receive email this week from François, that sexy French man from last summer, saying he is coming London next weekend! And he wants to see me! In fact he says I can stay with him in his hotel for two nights, so I am real excited and look forward to that! This means I won’t go back to me mum’s in Hertfordshire next weekend like I usually do, and when I did tell this to Brian yesterday… well, he was not pleased!

I can’t afford spend loads £££ on rent in London, so for them weeknights when I’m in London for uni I crash on sofabed at me brothers flat – but the deal is I have to go home to mum’s at weekends so not to outstay me welcome. I did used to resent this sometimes, but since I did meet Brian I now look forward to go Hertfordshire weekends so Brian can fuck me.

I got back from summer in Spain two month ago, and I’ve gone back to Hertfordshire every single weekend since – and that means Brian has fucked me at least 10 times since summer ended. Brian is always hard to fix a time with, and he is regularly late or he does cancel at last minute, which is understandable because I know he is married man with kids. But it is because he did threaten to cancel our planned meet last night that I told him I ain’t about next weekend, so if we don’t meet for fuck this weekend we will have to wait two weeks before we can fuck. And this did change his mind and he didn’t cancel after all.

So last night I go hang around near his garage as arranged, and he does eventually appear and he is quick to unlock garage door and quick we are both inside before anyone sees us. Once inside we squeeze past Brian’s car and go to back of garage to where the plastic patio furniture is. Brian now keeps bottle of whiskey in his garage, and we now always start off by having a couple of swigs of whiskey, then Brian will have another swig as I get on me knees to start suck his hardening cock. Even though I don’t like whiskey so much, it is good idea – cos it does give me real warming feeling inside, which is handy when you’re bare arsed in a cold garage in November! It does also go quick to me head, so I am properly relax and eager to take Brian’s cock up me! Brian did also equip our little love nest with a grubby old blanket so I can get on allfours on garage floor for Brain to fuck me, and tube of lube, but he still not got condoms so he still always fuck me bareback. But I don’t protest about that no more, because it is horny to have Brian’s raw cock up me, and apart of his wife I don’t think he is fucking no-one but me.

So last night I am on allfours on that grubby old blanket and Brian pushes his lubed cock up me bare and starts fuck me, when suddenly he does start interrogate me about next weekend! I was not expecting that! First he asks why I plan to stay London next weekend, asking if I’m staying there to see some bloke. If I was not tipsy from swig whiskey, and if I did not have Brian’s cock in me at that very moment, I would maybe have told little white lie… but instead I do say "yes" that I have plan to see a bloke in London. "For a fuck?" Brian asks, and because I am slow to answer Brian makes his own conclusion and that does set Brian off. “So you little cockslut,” he says. “my cock ain’t enough for you eh?”

“He got bigger cock than me?” Brian asks, and I say “no!” – which is true.

“Does he fuck you bare and breed your slut arse?” Brian asks next, and I say “no!” – which is lie, but by now I was being more watchful of how I answer. Them questions do continue as the fuck does continue, and Brian continue sound angry, but the fuck does also get more hard and intense! In fact, Brian is firm holding me hips and properly raping my arse with his cock! And I do try open my legs wider to take it in deeper! It is proper hot and intense! By the time Brian has shot his load up me and I have cum all over the grubby old blanket, I ease myself off of Brian’s cock and flop breathless flat onto that grubby old blanket, with me hole feeling tingly and nicely used. and as I lay there all cum-soaked I must admit that it was one of best fucks I have ever had from Brian! Having just shot a massive load in me, Brian pulls up his underpants and trackies and says, “I reckon you need to bring your slut arse round here again tomorrow” – so I reckon Brian must agree this was one of our best fucks!

And that’s why I was round the garage to take another load of Brian’s cum just an hour ago!

Supermarket sequel

I was working a shift in supermarket one night last week, and as usual I get given some shelves to restock. It is pretty monotonous work, what with the supermarket being mostly empty at this time of night, so every time someone does come along and browse the aisle I’m restocking, I always do glance up in their direction – not particularly to eye them up, mostly just to relieve the monotony. But then I look up as this bloke in trackies walks by – and he does immediate grab my attention because in them trackies I catch a glimpse of outline of his cock! It is plainly visible, and as I am on me knees stacking a shelf I am in ideal position to see it! In fact, it is so plainly visible that I would say he is wearing trackie bottoms without no underwear underneath. It did not look like a huge cock, but it was a nice cock - and it certainly was an eye-popping sight!

So I watch this bloke continue walk down supermarket aisle, and even though I am willing him to turn round and look back at me, sad to say he doesn't look back. But I am not ready to be defeated, and I am very eager to see properly what he looks like, so I get up off me knees and set off to the next aisle to check him out.

Some might say he is just average looking middle-age bloke, balding with buzzcut and some chin stubble and a stocky build, but for me he does tick a few boxes. And the sight of his cock swinging about in his trackies does tick a bonus box! As I pass him in the aisle, checking him out… well I do get distinct impression that he is checking me out as well! And this is confirmed when I return to job of stacking shelves, because he does make a repeat visit to my aisle! It is hazard to leave stock jamming up an aisle, so quick I finish the bit of shelf restocking that I’m doing, shoving them tins fast onto the shelves wherever there is any space, and then I am on me feet cruising them aisles again.

It is good thing I was quick on me feet, because I am surprised to see that this bloke is already at check-out – he for sure wasn’t in supermarket very long, and it looks like he only did buy just a couple things. So I am suspecting that he ain’t interested and nothing more is going to happen, but I still stroll out into car park so that I might “accidentally” crash with him again.

And not only do we crash, but we even have a bit of a conversation about some shit or other, and I can’t help noticing that he’s touching his crotch as we chat. And I can’t help noticing that his cock does seem to be getting even more prominent. And that’s when he asks me what time I finish, and what am I doing after?

I say I ain’t doing nothing, so he says he’s got a mate of his coming over in a bit – and maybe I’d be up for joining them. By now I’m touching my cock as well, and so he does elaborate a bit. “I’m gonna fuck him,” he says. “Maybe you’d like to fuck him as well?”

“I’d prefer you to fuck me,” I straight away say, and he laughs and says that he’s sure that can be arranged. So he gives me his number and tells me txt him if I fancy it. Just before he departs, I do catch a glimpse in his carrier bag, and notice that all he seems to have bought is a large box of Stella Artois beers, some Pringles and a large cucumber – so it looks like being my sort of party!

The next hour of work does drag by, and I can’t seem to think of anything besides hooking up with that bloke as soon as I do finish work. So when I am ready for leave work I send him a txt but I am disappointed because he does not get back to me. In fact, I am out of that supermarket and waiting at bus stop to head home when suddenly me mobile does vibrate to indicate a txt just arrived – and I am suddenly all excited again because it is that bloke sending me address and it’s all on again!

When he answers the door to his flat, the bloke I saw at supermarket is still wearing them trackies – but now this is all he is wearing, and his cock is just as prominent as it ever was. There is also another guy in the flat. He is younger than the first bloke, maybe 30s and with a slim but quite fit and tanned body, and he is wearing just his underpants. There is porn video playing on the telly, and a proper whiff of sex and poppers in the air, so I am guessing them trackies and underpants have both only recent been put back on!

The older bloke who I met at the supermarket gives me can of lager without even asking me if I want one, and then he straight away tells me to strip off if I’m staying. I do not need asking twice, especially as I notice that the younger guy is now rolling a spliff!

So I strip, but for now I go only as far as me underpants, and then three of us get a bit trashed smoking the spliff, and get a bit acquainted by chatting a bit – and also by snogging and groping each other. It turns out the younger guy is Portuguese and they did only just meet via gayromeo.com but I was right – they did fuck just before I got there! But then the older bloke suddenly pulls down and steps out of his trackies, and his hard erect cock springs up, and me and the Portuguese guy are close to fighting each other to suck that cock – so it does look like there is going to be more fucking! And as the older bloke next pulls down me underpants and starts to finger me arse, I am very hopeful that it’s me who is going to get fucked next!

And that is exactly what happens! We move from living room to bedroom, where the bed is properly destroyed with the sheets stained with wet lube and cum patches from the fucking that has already happened. I get on me hands and knees on top of this mess, and the older bloke lubes me up and starts fuck me. By now I am properly trashed on that spliff, so his cock does slide straight into me with not much resistance from me sphincter, and I am buzzing and feeling real hot and horny as he does pump away with his cock deep in me arse. The Portuguese guy is also kneeling on his hands and knees next to me, and we do start snog a bit, and I see that he is getting his arse fingerfucked as I am getting fucked.

And then the older bloke who is fucking me tells me to fuck the Portuguese guy. I do protest because I have hardly ever fuck a guy, in sex I have been 99.9% bottom, but the older bloke protests back. “Just put yer cock in his arse and I’ll keep fucking yours,” he says. “Then when I cum up your arse, you’ll cum up his.” And I guess because I’m trashed and horny, that’s exactly what I do.

I have not much experience with fucking arse, but my cock did go straight in the Portuguese guys arse with no problem at all. I admit sadly I don't have big cock, and I suppose the Portuguese guy had been well fucked already (and maybe taken cucumber up him as well!) but it was surprise how easy it was to penetrate him. But I didn’t exactly fuck him, in fact I did forget to do any thrusting or grinding at all, selfish me was too busy enjoying getting me own arse fucked. But by the time the older bloke had fucked me so hard that he cum in my arse, I had unloaded up into that Portuguese guys arse – and we all seemed very satisfied by that!

supermarket suck

As I a broke student, to earn me extra £££ I do shifts at one of them big supermarkets. It is one of them supermarkets that is open 24 hours, and I work graveyard shift – so this does mean there is hardly any customers about, so for us staff who do work the main task for us to do is to restock shelves. So it is a shit job with shit unsociable hours for shit money, but it don't clash at all with me uni studies so it suits me okay. And of course, if you keep your eyes wide open for opportunity like I do, there can sometimes be benefits innit!

Sometimes you will get blokes in who have plainly been out on the piss who have stopped at supermarket as they stagger home drunk, sometimes you will get blokes in who have plainly been smoking spliff and who are a bit trashed and looking for late night munchies, or sometimes you will get regular suburbia blokes doing some solitary after hours shopping. And even though it is not at all a regular occurance, sometimes I will notice that a bloke will give me a look that does hint that he might be up for something more than Buy-One-Get-One-Free cornflakes!

In instances such as those I will usually decide to pop out to supermarket car park, you know, just to check if any abandoned shopping trolleys need to be rounded up. On 99% of these occasions the bloke will get in his car and drive off, or will walk up towards main road, all without a second look at me. But there have been a couple other times when this has resulted in me giving a bloke a swift blowjob! So it is always worth a speculative stroll outside, just in case I get a mouthful of cock! And as I work at the supermarket, I got inside intelligence on what bits of car park are covered by CCTV and what bits aren’t, which is real handy intelligence I will say!

My best success up to now was last year when this fit bloke who I did see was loading up his trolley with toilet tissue and diapers – so there must be a lot of shit going on back at his place eh? But before he did go home to deal with that shit I was hoping he’d want me to first deal with his cock.

It starts off with him making some firm eye contact, which we did repeat in a couple more aisles, so me curiosity is certainly awakened - and I make sure I am in car park when he did exit. I did a rogue trolley sweep in the vicinity of his parked 4x4, and I did notice he was taking a proper long time loading his shopping in back of his car. So I go over and ask if he done yet with the trolley? And so we get engaged in a bit of chat, during which time he does start touch his crotch and glance down at me crotch and then down at his crotch. And after that... well... let's just say it ain't long after that he is sitting in the drivers seat of his 4x4 with his fly unzipped, and I’m slurping on his big and tasty cock real quick and greedy. And it's a proper treat, because this fit bloke in fact has a very nice size cock!
I know I only gonna get brief time to suck on his cock, so I am quick to take it deep so that cockhead of his is properly tickling the back of me throat, and as i deep throat his cock he does start making breathless panting and moaning noise so this tells me he is on edge of cumin. So I give his cock a couple more deep throated sucks and he shoots a big salty load and I greedy gobble every drop. I am out the car and head back towards supermarket before he has even zipped up. Minutes later, and I’m back on with stacking tins of baked beans as if nothing did happen.

As I say, that was last year. I have sucked some cock there since then, but last week me supermarket success went to a whole new level… 

A risk worth taking

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