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…

Sitges last summer #1

You guys all do seem real keen to hear more about me time in Spain last summer, and also what happened next with François – so I guess I obliged to tell you!

            You will remember how I did get a good but jealous fuck off of François in his hotel in Barcelona, then next night he did invite me out for a drink and then at last minute he did cancel. Which did mean that I left Barcelona without ever seeing François to say goodbye. Which was sad!

            As I was on the train going from Barcelona to Sitges I was proper heartbroken about this, because I must admit I had got a bit of a crush on François, but Sitges it is full-on gay party town with lots of crazy gay bars and gay beaches and allsorts! There were loads hot men in Sitges from Spain and England and United States and Germany and Holland and France and all over world, so it was easy to forget all about François!

In fact after couple days in Sitges he was 90% forgotten… until I was out one night and I was dancing and in this place called Mediterraneo when suddenly I did spot Alain, that very good looking French guy who did travel down from Paris to Barcelona with François! I straight away did see that Alain did spot me too, and he set off on his way over to me and so me heart began to beat real fast. I did take deep breath and decide I would try and play it real cool and casual, but the second that Alain was in front of me I did straight away ask: “Is Francois with you?” so I for sure did fuck up that idea of playing cool and casual innit?

            Anyway, I straight away did learn that François was not in Sitges, he was still in Barcelona – so I could take breath and relax! Now I should say I never had spoke much with Alain before. In fact I did get impression that Alain did not like me so much! But I will say that here in Mediterraneo, Alain did chat and Alain did seem friendly, so I did enjoy his company. Anyway, we did drink loads alcohol, and did hookup for a while with these two German men who did buy round of drinks and then did invite Alain and me both back to their hotel for fuck! I must admit I would have said yes, but Alain straight away laughs and says no thanks.

            Soon after that, Mediterraneo did close so I say to Alain that we could try Organic or Trailer. But that is when Alain said he wanted to go beach. This was puzzle to me, but Alain did just laugh at me and say that I really didn’t know Sitges properly well, did I? Then he said that at this hour lots of guys would go to beach for a fuck! I must confess I didn’t know that! So we went beach. I did already go sunbathe on gay beach right in town, and also to nude beach with them cruisy bushes all way out of town – but where Alain took me to was different part of beach. It did look deserted as we did first approach, but as soon as we did get there I straight away did notice that there was lots of silhouettes of men all lined up along the back wall – so it for sure did seem that Alain was right!

            I did not get opportunity to snoop or do headcount, because as soon as we did get there, Alain did for sure give me surprise because he did suddenly whisper “suck my cock!” and then straight away he push me to me knees! I was not expecting that! I did think for split second that sucking Alain’s cock was not sensible thing for me to do, but I will partly blame it on me being drunk, and partly blame it on fact that – wow – Alain did for sure have a massive and tasty looking cock, for sure much bigger and juicy than François cock! So I kneeled there on the sand and sucked Alain’s cock. It was not long before Alain did want to fuck me, so I did turn around and pull me shorts and underpants right down, and Alain did slide his massive stiff cock inside me and started fuck me right there on the beach. As I was drunk and a bit trashed on some pill I did take earlier, Alain’s cock did slide in easy even tho it was a big one! But when he did start to properly fuck me, well I for sure did notice that! I did also notice them shadowy men were all about us as Alain fucks me, which did make it a real exciting fuck – but then suddenly it did seem to get a bit weird and trippy, maybe I had mixed up too much alcohol and stuff or something, but suddenly I was not enjoying fuck so much. And that was when Alain started talking real nasty and evil bitch to me: he did say that me arsecrack and hole was all stubbly and scratching his cock so I should have got François to shave me properly, then he says that François did call me his dirty little urinal, and he kept on and on bitch and bitch like that until he did finally cum all up in me. Once Alain did cum and pull up his jeans and head off the beach, I did feel a bit stunned and even sad – in fact I did nearly have a bit of a cry. But then I did think, fuck this drama, I on holiday, and fortunate for me one of them silhouettes on the beach was this big dick stranger who was more than happy to fuck me next, so I bend over again and take that stranger cock, and that time I did properly enjoy a real nice on the beach fuck! And Alain and François... well they can go fuck themselves!

Paris to Barcelona

Even though me final night in Paris turned out to be a bit of an adventure after all, I did surprise myself by being up and all ready to go when François arrived at me hotel first thing next morning in a silver Renault. I suppose I was a bit excited! François was wearing baggy sweatshorts and tight white vest and looked sexy and summery and ready for Spain! François greeted me with a kiss on each cheek and then I got in the back of the car and François introduced me to Alain who was sat in the drivers seat. I straight away recognized Alain as being one of them who was with François the night I had first met François at Cox Bar. In fact Alain was for sure the one who everyone would say was the best looking of that group because he is real handsome and tanned and fit and younger than François – but myself I would say that François is sexier!

Anyway, Alain said “Hi” when I first got in the car, then for the next few hours he didn’t really say much else to me. In fact, François and Alain mostly chatted real lively to each other in French so I didn’t understand much of what they said – but François glanced back at me regular to give me a little wink and ask me if I was doing okay. I did wish I spoke more French so I could have joined in more.

After 4 hours of driving we stopped and had a lunch at a grill restaurant at a servicestation. Then it was François turn to drive, so Alain straight away got in the front passenger seat, then reclined it as far as it would go, then went to sleep. Later, when we stopped at another servicestation, Alain did wake up for just a second and ask something of François, and François said to me that Alain asked for biscuits to snack on.

I got myself an Orangina and next I went to the toilets and so did François. As I was taking a piss at a urinal right next to François, I had to look over at his cock, didn’t I? And I saw that François was doing the same! He then also did glance over his shoulder, and when he saw that there was no one else but us in that service station toilets, he reached over and took hold of me cock! I straight away started to get stiff, and looking back at François cock I saw it was getting stiff also! Next François glances over his shoulder again, and then he whispers to me to go to the end cubicle and take off me shorts.

I do as he says and go to the very last cubicle and when in there I straight away step right outta me shorts and also me underpants. By the time I done this, François has followed me in there and has locked the door behind us. I see him suck on two of his fingers to get them all wet, and then he says to me to turn round and bend right over. Now I’m sorta leaning against the back wall of that cubicle and I hear the noise of cars and trucks zooming by outside, and I feel that cubicle wall vibrate when a car or truck does zoom by. I can also feel me cock twitch all eager like, and I can feel me sphincter muscle stretch a bit painfully as François enters me hole with his two wet fingers. A few seconds later François replaces them fingers with his cock – me arse ain’t properly ready for his cock, but by then I can hear footsteps and next I can hear someone now taking a piss, so I know we suddenly ain’t alone and gotta get on with it! As we are not alone in them servicestation toilets anymore, I take a deep breath to stay real quiet as François first starts to fuck me. With no lube it is for sure not a smooth fuck, and it does hurt even though François don’t have a huge cock. It also feels real risky, both because there is now some other bloke in them toilets and also because François ain’t using no lube or no condom, so me heart is pounding properly fast as François pounds me arse! I have to say it does feel real wild and horny to be fucked quick and quiet and bareback in them servicestation toilets, with some unknown bloke taking a piss just the other side of the cubicle door! So horny that by the time I hear a gushing of water as that bloke turns on a tap to wash his hands I have shot cum allover the toilet seat in front of me, and by the time I hear the roar of the handdrier I feel François pull his raw cock out me arse and shoot his cum allover me back – I guess it was all making François extra-horny too!

François cleans me up with toilet paper, then he pulls his sweatshorts back up and unlocks the door and steps outta the cubicle. I put me shorts and underpants back on and follow him out a minute later.

Back in the car, and Alain rouses himself from his sleeping and speaks to François in French. François looks at me in the rear view mirror and says we have forgot to get Alain them biscuits he asked for: “So we should stop again at the next servicestation for them, shouldn’t we?” he says, winking. I for sure wouldn't mind that - just so Alain could have his biscuits of course!