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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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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