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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!

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 post 8

For me last night in Paris I decided to have a quiet one. You see François was meeting me at me hotel early next morning and then we would drive to Barcelona, so I wanted to be ready for that. You will remember that on me last night in Cologne I went out and got drunk and ended up in sex club and so I had to change me plans at last minute and so I arrived in Paris a day late. I didn’t want to mess up me plans with François like that!

As I had been sauna that afternoon I had just one beer in Cox Bar, then one beer in Raidd Bar where I watched that shower stripper show one last time, then I went back to me hotel and packed up all me bits and bobs, then I set me alarm on me mobile and went to bed.

Next thing I remember is being woken up by a noise. I should say this hotel I was staying in was pretty basic and cheepo and there was generally noise going on all night whether it was voices or footsteps or banging. The noise that had woke me up was a banging noise. I tried to ignore it at first, but then I noticed it wasn’t the usual type of banging noise - and that’s when I realised it was someone knocking at me hotel room door! I looked at me mobile and it was close to 1am, but still I crawled outta bed and opened the door curious to find out who was there and what was going on. I did wonder if there was a fire or something!

Anyway I opened the door a crack and peeked out into the hall and it was no fire or drama: it was that Algerian guy Tarek! I wasn’t expecting to see him! So I open the door and he right away comes into me room. I am still half asleep and still real dopey, so we have this muddled conversation where he apologises for waking me but he says he was nearby and so he came by to see if I was in because he wanted to ask if I had some cash to give him so he could go buy some marijuana for us to share as he’d met this bloke with some to sell but he didn’t have enuff cash himself to get it. I say that I would normally be up for that, but I say that I am leaving Paris for Barcelona the next day and as I couldn’t risk being caught on the French-Spanish border with no marijuana there was no point in me investing in any. Tarek says that’s okay he understands, and again he apologies for waking me up.

I feel a bit guilty then, especially as I have enjoyed a few free smokes off of Tarek while I was in Paris, so I say I can afford to give him €20 towards the marijuana if that would help? And he straight away says that’d be good, and so he takes €20 off of me and says he’ll be back later with some smoke for us and then he’s gone.

I have to be honest and say I never expected to see Tarek again after that, and after he had gone I did feel a bit stupid for giving him that €20 for nothing, so I was real surprised when i got woken up again just after 2am by more knocking at me door - and even more surprised to open it to see Tarek standing there in the hall with another Arab lad!

The other Arab lad was about same age as Tarek but I'd say more fit and handsome than Tarek, and he was dressed in the same sort of Ghetto-style gear as Tarek, so they both looked like they just stepped outta some Usher rap video. I'm just outta me bed and just in me underpants so who knows what sorta video I look like I just stepped out of! Anyway, they were both a bit stoned already, so obvious they'd already had a cheeky smoke, but Tarek straight away rolled a nice fat joint and lit it and handed it to me. Even though Tarek has been here in me hotel room on two occasions I was still wary having him around, and still a bit worried that he’d rob me, so I had though to not get too stoned - but after a couple puffs that idea went out the window and instead I sat on me messy bed next to Tarek and his mate and concentrated on getting happily wasted, also wondering if I’d get to suck on Tarek’s cock again.

I didn’t have to wonder for long about that, because once we had shared a couple spliffs and we were all getting nicely trashed, Tarek very unexpectedly just pulled his trackies and boxers down to reveal his tasty looking semi-hard cock and I straight away got down on me knees and started to suck it! As I got down to sucking Tarek’s stiffening cock, his mate was quick to pull down his trackies and boxers as well and he gets on with the job of wanking himself until he was also hard. Even though his cock looked real juicy and mouthwatering, I did stay with sucking on Tarek’s cock until it was properly rock hard and glistening, and only then did I move onto sucking his mates cock.

As I kneel there sucking Tarek's mates cock I did notice Tarek stand up and so I keep one eye on him to see what he is up to, but Tarek just walks round behind me and straight away yanks me underpants right down. Next I feel Tarek’s cockhead pushing hard against me hole and then suddenly he pushes with even more force so that his cock goes right up me with just spit and no lube! That's second time today I got fucked with no lube! But Tarek's cock is bigger than that British bloke who fuck me in sauna so I for sure made a loud cry at that - in fact I’m surprised I never bit Tarek’s mates cock off! I mean, I was stoned - but I wasn’t so stoned for that not to hurt! But Tarek never seemed to notice, he just got on with ramming his cock in and out me arse real fast and hard in his usual style till he shot his load up in me arse. Typical, I was just starting to enjoy that rough fuck when Tarek cums then pulls out! Fortunate, then, that straight away after Tarek has pulled his cock outta me his mate goes round behind me and now he starts to fuck me. He doesn’t fuck me any more careful or gentle, but after taking Tarek’s rude rough fucking I am able to handle this second fucking much more easy - in fact I am so ready for that dark Arab meat that I start to pump me arse up and down on that cock till I shoot me load all over the hotel carpet! As soon as I cum Tarek's mate goes into overdrive and pumps and pumps at me hole till he cums too. And then all three of us wind up by sharing another smoke, and so by the time they depart I am trashed and well fucked and knackered - and François is due in a few hours!

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Paris post 5

I was hoping I would see again the tough Arab lad I’d had a smoke and fuck with, but I wasn’t sure I ever would. We hadn’t swapped mobile numbers or nothing. So when the man on reception of me hotel handed me a note I was pleased to get it because it said he would come again to me hotel at 7pm the next day and it was signed Tarek - up until right then I could not remember his name!

I had though of going to sauna, but instead I decided I would make sure to be back at me hotel for 7pm to see Tarek again. So I did a day of sightseeing in Paris and after got back in plenty of time so that at 7pm I was downstairs for when Tarek arrived. He was wearing a baseball cap just like before but today also a white tracksuit. With him was another man, a big and balding Arab man who looked much older than Tarek. Anyhow, Tarek introduced us all and I thought he said this man was his uncle but I think that might just have been how his name sounded, and then Tarek asked if we could go up to me room. Both Tarek and that other man followed me up to me room which made me feel a bit apprehensive at first, just like that first time when I’d had Tarek in me room (though I must admit that this time I had hid all me valuables knowing that Tarek was visiting) but when we got in me room Tarek straight away took out a small bag of marijuana and started making a smoke - so me nerves eased off a bit.

Me and Tarek sat on the edge of me bed and the older Arab guy sat on a stool and we all started to have a smoke. Tarek spoke basic but aright English, but the older guy spoke no English, but I found out that Tarek was 28 and was from Algeria and he worked on a market stall in north Paris. From Tarek I next found out that his older friend was also from Algeria and was 52 and had some import business.

I had aimed to be a bit watchful what with Tarek and his friend being here, but the smoke was pretty strong and so by the time Tarek had lit up another one I was starting to feel pretty spaced out! When we had all done smoking that, Tarek asked me if I would pay for the smoke the same way I’d paid for it the last time. I didn’t understand and so I told him that I hadn’t paid for it the last time! He laughed and then he said that his friend wanted to fuck me! I straight away said to Tarek that I wanted him to fuck me, and so he laughed again and said they’d both fuck me!

I realised then that as well as feeling stoned I was also feeling horny, so I pulled me teeshirt off over me head and then stood up and pulled me shorts and underpants right off. By then Tarek had also pulled down his tracksuit trousers and his long lean cut cock was out and already semi-hard, so I went down on me knees and started to suck it. Tarek put one hand on the back of me head and started to thrust with his hips and soon I feel his cock swell and stiffen in me mouth. Once Tarek’s cock was fully hard he took it out of me mouth and when I looked up at him he nodded at the other guy and he said to me: “you suck him now.”

When I look round I see the older Arab guy standing right there and now naked. His big chest and round belly were covered by a rug of hair and he had a real thick cut cock that was stiff and sticking forward straight at me, so I crawled over there and next started to suck that too. It was a stubby cock, no way near as long as Tarek’s cock, but it was much more fatter - a bit like a beer can. And you know how I like me beer so I opened me mouth wide and slugged down that cock!

All the time as I gulp on that beer can dick I hear this guy and Tarek speak in Arabic, but I don’t know what they say. When I next look back round at Tarek I see that he has now stripped off his tracksuit and underpants and is standing there next to me bed showing off his skinny hard tattooed body and his long lean hard dick. Next thing I know, Tarek has pulled me up off the floor and over onto me bed, and all of a sudden I’m there kneeling right on the edge of me bed and I can feel the hard wet tip of Tarek’s cock pressing between me bumcheeks. Next I’m gasping as he pushes every inch of it all the way in, and for the next couple minutes I kneel there on the edge of me bed as Tarek pounds me arse real fast and hard. Even though he gives me arse a firm slap with the back of his hand at regular intervals, his fast thrusting and fucking never slows down until the second he pulls out and shoots his load all over me back.

Straight away after taking Tarek’s cock I felt the stubby beer can cock of that older Arab guy pressing against me hole. Even though I’m real stoned and even though I had just got that fast hard fucking off Tarek, me hole is still too tight to manage his mates cock easy - but after a couple attempts and a lot of whimpering and yelping I have managed to get it up me. And even though me head is lost in that cloudy haze of marijuana that makes me feel all dazed and horny, I can still feel that me hole is stretched proper wide and it’s still real painful as he fucks me. But I grit me teeth as he bangs away at me tight hole, and lucky for me that fuck is as fast as the one i just got off of Tarek - and so soon that beer can cock has shot a load up me and that older Arab guy is putting his trousers and shirt back on. As I crash on me bed, with me hole now feeling empty and less stretched, I see that Tarek is already dressed and is standing impatiently waiting for his older mate to finish getting dressed. Almost straight away they’re out the door, but Tarek gives me a little wink as he goes. And I crash out into sleep and I don’t wake up before next morning.

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Amsterdam post 13

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