Crazy heart

I’m so confused, the lovely Brummie I met last week has bewitched me, and luckily I seem to have done the same to him. We have been calling, texting and sending pictures all week. He makes me feel all funny weird, like butterfly’s in my stomach just thinking about him. This is so strange and it reminds me how I felt when I first met my ex seven years ago.


But the path of possible true love doesn’t run smooth – my accountant has also declared his strong feelings for me and I honestly like him as well, he is a safe bet for a future boyfriend and he makes me smile so much, but the Brummie is well sexier.


I have such low self esteem that part of me is so flattered to have someone like the Brummie fancy me let alone making me feel all crazy inside. I've even cancelled dates with Jim-Bow and "nice banker" this week due to the Brummie giving me a crazy feeling.

I know that there is distance between me and the Brummie, so is it doomed to fail before it begins? Is my London accountant a safer bet? I’m not seeing the Brummie until the end of the month when we will spend three days getting to know each other, so we will see if these feeling continue or just turn out to be trapped wind lol.

What a flipping top surprise

While I'm a single gay man, technically I'm still married to my ex and today was our anniversary.  Today seven years ago we met and became lovers, three years ago we entered into a civil partnership and for the last six months we've become friends.

Well yesterday I was a little pissed off about this as my ex is aways with his mum and dad for a long weekend in the South West and when I mentioned to him what day Sunday was the penny dropped.

Anyway I decided to meet Matta (we are now just friends after I told him I didn't want to enter into a relationship with him and just wanted to be single) for a drink after work.  We met in the Box bar and when I got there some old friends were also in there.  Tim, an ex I used to sleep with before I met my ex was there and we'd not seen each other for seven years. He has a boyfriend but he's not that happy.  Anyway he dragged me to the toilet and gave me a few lines of coke then snogged the face off me.

Matta got a little pissed off at this and told me I was embarrassing myself.  Time and his friends left and went to the Edge bar, off Soho Square.  I stayed for another drink with Matta then decided to leave.

I walked past the Edge bar and they were all sitting outside, once again Tim insisted in giving me a line of coke and buying me a drink.  While I was stood chatting to some guys, this really hot, six foot, blue eyed guy walked up to me and said I found me hot and fancied me.

I was a little drunk by now but the coke made me feel fully confident, so we chatted and then ended up kissing.  He was a lovely kisser and within 30mins he'd agreed to come back to mine.  I have to say he was from Birmingham and was only down for the weekend, just my luck a hot guy fancies me and he's not from London.

Anyway we get back to mine and the clothes are ripped of straight away.  Now I describe myself as versatile but prefer to be top. We end up fucking and then he flips me over and fucks me.  We then move upstairs and do it all again.  In the morning we do it again, twice.

He tells me that he likes me and would like to come down and see me again, I'm not going to refuse an offer like this.  But part of me thinks I'd love to go out with him as he's great in bed and so handsome, but in reality I'm not moving to Birmingham and he's not likely to move to London so where is this really going?

Loud and proud

Well last Saturday was London Pride and for once the weather was on our side, it was a baking hot day. As mentioned I'd been approach to be on the work LGBT support group float, whose theme was Moulin Rouge.


I turned up at the hotel they were all staying at around 10am and was told my outfit was a red t-shirt with the LGBT groups name on it and a top hat. We then headed up to Baker Street where all the floats were being decorated and sound systems tested. We set off about 1.30pm and the parade was amazing. Basically I was on a float and danced and waved for two and a half hours. I felt like a star and the support from the crowd was great, plus we had a fab DJ on our float so the music was uplifting. I actually had a soar throat from singing so much after the march.  But my spirits were lifted by the fact that gay people come in all shapes, size, beliefs but all were happy and proud.


After the parade I headed up to Trafalgar Square and hooked up with the accountant, who is a London Pride director so I got a backstage pass. There wasn't any major celebrities performing but I had access to free booze and got to stand right in front of the stage. I think the only major stars there were singer / DJ Sonique, Kim Mazelle and the Freemasons.


There was a post party at Soho house, London Pride had secured the roof bar and the floor beneath for a party. Soho house is lovely and I ended up speaking to Alan Carr, plus a guy who was his double. It was really nice to look over the balcony on the roof bar and see Compton Street rammed packed with gay revellers.


After Soho House we went up to the official London Pride after party which was at Koko in Camden. Once again I had VIP access and thanks to a little Columbian marching powder and alcohol I was full of beans. I spent the evening with accountant and the pride crew. By 2am on the dance floor I had my top off and was dancing with my hard pecs and new stomach on show. I got loads of attention, especially from the PR rep from Coke and his boyfriend.


At 4am I ended up going back with the accountant to his flat and slept with him for the first time. God it was great and well worth the wait. It was a great end to an even greater day and night.

Second speed dating date

On Monday I went on another date with someone I met from the speed dating event.  To be honest I couldn't really remember this guy as I was a little drunk by the end of the speed dating night but in my notes I'd put "banker, nice guy" so I was hopeful.

Luckily he got to the bar where we were meeting first so recognised me as I walked in.  My first reaction was a little shock, but not expressed, as I did not remember that he was slightly over weight, first mark against him.  Anyway we order drinks and sat down and chatted.

I found him easy to talk to and he's was very open.  We talk about other dates we'd been on, I told him about my ex and how we still live together.  We move on to families and this is an area where I'm worried about as I describe my family as a functional dysfunctional family.  He then shocks me by telling me a story about only finding out his father wasn't his father three years ago, then finding his biological father last year and having about ten half brothers and sister between the three parents.  He beats me hands down here, tick in the yes box.

We move on to dinner where the conversation continues and it turns out that while he is 30 he's spent most of his sexual gay life as a single man besides one, two year relationship when he was 18, this compared to me being in three long term relationships through all my 20's and most of my 30's.

Then we went to see a movie, where I thought he might make his move. He didn't.  It was kind of awkward after the movie as I was heading home and i went to give him a kiss and it ended up as a peck on the cheek. Begining to understand why he's been single so long.  Despite this he's since called and texted me practically every day making it obvious he likes me.  The jury is out on my part - we are going to the cinema again next week so we'll see what happens.

Loud and proud

It is just under two day until London Pride and guess what I'm going to be on a float.  To add sprinkles on top of that announcement because I'm semi dating the accountant, who is a one of the directors of Pride I'm also getting an Access All Areas pass for the Trafalgar Square event and the post pride party at Koko.

Who says it doesn't pay to be pretty and friendly, plus accountant and I might actually get round to having sex.  Win Win all round.

The first speed dating date

Well I mentioned I'd been speed dating and that it was a fun night - well last Tuesday I went on my first date from the pool of four interested candidates.

It was with a guy called Keith who works in marketing, but he lives in Leeds (a neck of the UK I am more than familiar with) but works in London - one hell of a commute.

Anyway he was 33 and looked fairly handsome.  We met in Balans for dinner to which he was 10 minutes late.  I wasn't complaining as I've started back at the gym since my op and in just a week my pecs are pumped.  I decided to wear a deep v-neck to show my assets off.  This didn't go un-appreciated as a guy two tables away was just staring at me all night and even followed me down to the toilet, but he didn't have the balls to chat to me.  His loss!

Anyway conversation was easy with Keith, I asked if he'd had any work done as his forehead didn't move and his lips were extremely full for a white man.  He assured me that despite his uncle being a plastic surgeon, he remained untouched - I didn't buy that either. I confessed all my work in progress and he was please by my honesty.

Talking of honesty I found out that despite being 33 and deciding he was gay at the age of 24 he's still not come out to his 40 year brother or 80 year old mum - a bit worrying if you are trying to come across as an honest guy?

After a nice dinner that lasted a good two hours due to chat we went to the Yard for a drink.  It was obvious from the body language he was into me so we kissed and it wasn't disappointing.

As I was trying to come across innocent I wasn't putting out on the first date, but Keith did ask me how I felt tonight had went.  I told him I wasn't looking for an instant boyfriend but wanted to get to know someone and I felt we got on well and would like to get to know him better.  I also stated a second date was a must, he agreed on all points.  Another horse to my stable.

He walked me to the tube and we parted ways with a promise to hook up in a weeks time.  Being me when I got off the tube I sent him a text thanking him for a good night and reaffirmed my interest and hope for a second date.

I was shocked and insulted the next day when I'd not had a reply.  It just shows you some men are full of shit.  Still my next speed dating date is lined up for Friday so I can't complain.

An account of the date with an accountant

I mentioned in a previous post I had a date with an accountant, well it turned out he wasn’t just an accountant but a director of London Pride, and he’s a year younger than me. We met in the afternoon outside the Duke of Wellington, I was on time he was slightly late. When he turned up in his combat shorts and aviators I thought not bad, it was just a shame he spent the first five minutes on his iphone sorting out things for the impending Pride event.


He was easy to chat to and one of the things I liked was he admitted he’d been chubby (no sign of this now) and that his body is a work in progress that requires the gym on a daily basis. Having just had my lipo I confessed that my own body was a work in progress as well.


We really hit it off and the more the double vodkas kept coming the more we found we had in common. The afternoon was topped of by the fact two of the Jonas brother walked by us on their way to the Shaftsbury Theatre as one of them is in Les Mis. Anyway I digress – we went for dinner as it was obvious we were both getting a little tipsy. After dinner we headed to the bar called the Yard where he made the bold more and planted a kiss on me, which was totally welcome. He was a decent kisser, so much so I instantly got a semi.


For then on in we got very rude with gropes, kisses and lots of dirty talking. I could feel myself loosing control so I insisted that this was as far as our first date would go. He looked a bit saddened but agreed, although when he walked me to the tube he tried to encourage me to let him give me a blow job, luckily his advances / pleas were soon disrupted when two police officers cycled by.


Since then we’ve been texting and calling on a daily basis and had a second date where he met me from work and we walked along the South Bank before having a cool drink and a little snog. As it turns out I’ve actually been asked to be on a float during the pride march so we’ve planned to hook up after were he’s promised to get me an Access All Areas pass for the event in Trafalgar Square so we can hang out.

Tick tock..times up

Last week I tried speed dating, the awkward part was I did it with my ex. It was all part of me trying to get him to be more social. I guess I’ve felt a little guilty that I’ve taken to being single like a duck to water and my ex has been a bit slow on the up take, so speed dating seemed like the perfect opportunity to meet a lot of single guys.


The event was run by Village Drinks, who are a social networking site for gay professionals and there were 50 single guy’s at this event. As my ex and I were early we managed to secure places sitting down rather than one of the people who move from table to table.


Neither of us had been speed dating before so didn’t really know what to expect. Firstly three minutes was hardly enough time to chat to anyone and decide whether you want to see them again, there was far too much paper work to do within that time and all in all I felt like I was Alan Sugar interviewing for possible dates.


There was a good array of vocations ranging from HR, self employed, bankers and fund raisers and I found that as the night went on, the more wine I drank the more open I was to ticking the yes box for further dates. I also neglected to tell my potential dates I was here with my ex, which in one case had funny repercussion for one suitor.


Basically the way it was set up meant that after I had seen a guy they went to the next table which my ex sat at. One guy complained to my ex that I had talked about myself for the whole 3 minutes. My ex told him we were friends and the guy was highly embarrassed, then we both marked him down as a no.


It was an enjoyable night and we both had a good laugh, the following day we got our results back and only one person wanted to date my ex, while I had four interested guys. I’ve already arranged dates with two of them for this week so watch this space for an update.

No pain no gain

Well I had my surgery and all went well. I'm so glad I did it and its the best £3.5k I've ever spent.  Three days after the surgery, even though I'm swollen, bruised and do not have any feeling in the abdomen area I already have a flat stomach as pictured below.

I'll be out of action sex wise as I have to wear a cross between support knickers and a pantie girdle for 24 hours for the next month, then during the day for the month after but i have a flat stomach.  It has given me the kick to get back to the gym, plus I'm well on my way yo fulfilling my goal of not having a paunch and having a taut flat stomach by the time I'm 40 (three years away).


I must say that going for the surgery has also been an eye opener in regards to the guys I've been sleeping with. Matta has been so attentive, presents and coming round to check on me.  Despite my 16 year old sister popping down from Edinburgh to look after me, Matta came round and stayed Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. 


While its nice to be fussed over it did get a bit too much by Tuesday.  He's sweet and I've told him I don't want a relationship, but I think he does.  Bless him though as he was gagging for it as he'd not had sex since I stayed at his after Lady Gaga, and too be honest I was gagging after three days without cuming so we sneaked up stairs on Tuesday while my sister was chatting to friends on Bebo on the PC downstairs.  We had to be quiet but he sucked me off, and bless he told me previous he'd never swallowed and he tried for me.  He ultimately gagged and brought it back up but at least he tried.  I had no problem sucking him off to climax and swallowing, shame he doesn't have a bigger cock.


Chopper has called a few times to check on me - He's older than me but there is something sexy about him so we'll see where that goes.  Jim-bow has called twice and said he's busy until next week. I think I'm gonna let him go, despite the good sex, decent dick, he's cheap.  He's still not paid for the Gaga ticket and I paid for dinner the last time.  I think one more dinner date paid for by him then he'll be eating curb.


I've also been speaking to a cute accountant - i know it sounds boring but he seems cool.  We have a date next Tuesday so watch this space for more updates.

Oh lord make me over

Well I’m taking this slightly further this time, lets face it, it was my longest relationship that I’ve recently broken up from, I need to do something drastic. I’m having some cosmetic surgery.


I’m two years away from being 40 and despite leading a fairly healthy life style I have very small love handles and a tiny paunch. I’m not fat or obese, in fact since I’ve been single I’ve actually lost a stone. I still want a flat stomach before I’m 40, plus I have a little sun damage on my forehead. So I’ve bought and paid for liposuction on my love handles and upper and lower stomach to achieve that flat stomach I long for. I go under the knife tomorrow.


I am also having a non surgical treatment on my face which compiles of using an acid product twice a day on my face to peel skin, then every six weeks go for a derma-roller procedure. Derma-roller is a small wheel with 192 pin on it which prick the skin and stimulate it to produce collagen and breaking down pigmentation. I need three derma-roller procedures six weeks apart and I’ve already had my first one. I also had my lips plumped – which I’m very please with.


I guess I should be heeled and ready by the end of August – who knows with the new confidence that this will bring I’ll be dancing topless in some club and getting with even hotter guys. I love being single.

When two world's collide

Last weekend I went to see Lady Gaga again – I must say the concert had been highly polished since I saw her in Feb and was totally amazing. Anyway I had a spare ticket so didn’t know who to ask. As I’ve been spending a bit of time with Matta I asked him but it turned out he was going with a friend on the same night. Great I though then we can hook up in the concert.


As I’ve also been seeing a bit of Jim-Bow, he has a good coke dealer and we’ve been having some normal dinner and drinks dates and some chem'd sex sessions. So I though I’d see if he wanted to go, which as it turned out was good as he had friends down from Wales who were attending. So I get round to his on bank holiday Monday and we factor in some time before his friends arrive for a good sex session. After that I’m chatting and told him my friend Matta was also going and I was possibly meeting him in the O2 arena. Jim-Bow then asks if Matta is an Italian hairdresser, which I confirm. It only turns out that Jim-Bow and Matta have liaised a few times in the past. Awkward!


I make out to Jim-Bow that I’ve know Matta for a while and he is nothing more than a friend. I get away with this as Matta works across the road from my favourite gay bar so it’s quite conceivable that we know each other. Anyway I know have to manage how I let Matta see me with Jim-Bow in light of this new information, who knew juggle shag buddies would be so hard.


I decide to text Matta and tell him that he knows my good friend Jim-Bow, and as Jim-Bow sings in a choir I make out that I used to sing in the same choir and that’s how we know each other.


Anyway once we get to the O2 Arena I call Matta to say I’m hear, it turns out he was standing five foot away and is shocked to see me with James. He immediately says he’s going to hang with his friend and he’ll call me after the concert to meet up. Jim-Bow had already stated I couldn’t stop over as his friends from Wales were staying over. I was cool with that as I’d already had sex with him earlier in the day.


Jim-Bow was a bit of a damp squid at the Lady Gaga concert and refused to dance, I ended up dancing the night away with two cute American girls, who despite them knowing I was gay insisted in bumping and grinding me provocatively. After the concert there was a mad rush to leave and so I ended up travelling on the tube with Jim-Bow but to my amazement when we got to Stratford Matta was waiting for me.


Jim-Bow said good by and I got away with a quick kiss on the lips- then Matta went off to the off licences for some booze and had a wild night shagging before falling asleep. I had a nice night cuddling Matta and we sent most of Tuesday together which was nice, I’m getting a little soft spot for him and his cocky Italian manner.

Young Gun Going for it

Last Friday I needed to be in work for 7am, not unusual and I enjoy commuting into work at that time as the tube is relatively empty. After getting on the tube and settling into my seat the train left and soon came into the next station. As it pulled in I noticed a young cute guy standing on the platform, he should have gotten on the carriage after mine, but to my amazement he ran down the platform to get in my carriage and sat directly across from me.


You know you get a feeling when someone is looking at you, well I could feel his eye staring at me. I looked up and caught his eye and he smiled. God he was young, cute and obviously in to me. I was extremely flattered, but it was 6.30am in the morning and I didn’t really know how I was going to strike up a conversation. He got off at Kings Cross – but as he got up I plucked up enough courage to give him my business card.


Later that evening I received a text from the guy and we entered into a conversation and it turns out he was 25, Turkish and here learning English. I was extremely flattered as he thought I was 27 (ten year younger than I actually am). It ended with us agreeing to meet up on Saturday for a coffee, he was very insistent that he come to mine, who was I to disagree.


On Saturday he came round at 2pm prompt – to be honest with you I though he’d just want to chat as he’d told me he didn’t know any gay people in London and his family and friends did not know he was gay. How wrong could I have been, as soon as I’d shut the door he kissed me, I was shocked but not stunned so continued the kiss. Before long he had my trousers off and was sucking on my cock. He then told me he was top and wanted to fuck me. I told him I didn’t fuck strangers so he insisted I get down on my knees and suck him off. Something I did with great ease as he came in three minutes.


He then got dressed and said he’d like to see me again – I was shocked at how forward this young guy was and said I’d be in touch. Since then he’s befriended me on Facebook and pestered me for another date, I’ve yet to get back to him. Even though this was a quick affair I can only thank him for saying that he thought I was 27, but his directness was slightly off putting.

Chopper

After a rather drunken night out I found myself scouring Gaydar for a shag. A guy called Chopper started messaging me asking if I wanted to come across to his and have some fun with him and another guy. I got a good vibe from him, plus I was thinking with my groin so I jumped in a taxi and went round to his. When I got into Chopper’s flat, which he’d left unlocked for me to come in, I was met with the sight of the second guy rimming Chopper, both guys were extremly well endowed. This got me extremely hard and within seconds I was naked with my cock in hand. I swiftly put on a condom and started pounding his arse while he sucked off the second guy. Well I was extremely drunk, chem’d and horny – unfortunately I only managed to fuck for 3mins before shooting my load across choppers chest.


I was extremely embarrassed about my early ejaculation so got dressed made my left. Later that morning Chopper texted me begging me to come round later but I already had plans. I made sure I stressed that my performance was not typical. After a day of horny texts and pictures I agreed to pop round and see him after my dinner date. When I got there the front door was locked and it started to rain. I tried calling him but kept going through to voice mail. After ten minutes I sent him a text telling him he was a wanker and headed home.


The following morning I awoke to apologetic messages as Chopper had fallen asleep. He insisted that he take me for lunch, which I accepted. Over our lunch I saw him not as this sex addict but a really lovable rogue type of guy. He was open and honest with me and told me he had a high sex drive, which I echoed the sentiment. He told me he was out of town that weekend but would like to hook up on Sunday evening.


Sunday evening came and I went back round to his. We had a few drinks and then headed off to the bedroom where we had the most amazing horny sex. I fucked him in three positions, and the final time he spunked over his chest, shortly after that I withdrew, took off the condom and added my sunk to the mix on his chest. After that we fell asleep and cuddled for most of the night.

An amazing coincidences or what??

About three weeks ago I had a friend request on facebook, nothing strange about that you might think, but the note attached read your cute.  Well naturally compliments get my attention, so I checked out his profile.  Nothing strange he was an average type of 36 year guy.  The strange thing was we didn't have any mutual friends.

I don't know why I did press the reject button but I decided to accept, but in my response message I returned the complement and asked if he was gay - he looked laddish in his pictures so I thought I better check.

A couple of days later he responded with full stats including height and 'dashing blue eyes'.  Over that week we chatted on facebook and I got a sense that he was ok and made the bold move of asking if he fancied meeting up for dinner?

He accepted and this Wednesday we met in Archway in North London as we'd planned to go to the gastro pub, St John's.  I was on time as usual and he was 15 minutes late, not off to a good start in my books.  After the first glass of wine I broached the white elephant in the room and stated that this was so weird as I've never met anyone I didn't already know from facebook let alone go on a date.  I asked why and how he'd found my profile and decided to befriend me.  He couldn't remember.  So far he wasn't racking up the positive points.

As the conversation started to dry I decided to talk about what I know, me and started telling why I came to London 14 years ago.  It was to do my degree in fashion communication (PR and marketing).  I then went on to say I only managed a year in the fashion arena once I graduated.  I then went on to talk about the horrible agency I worked for and how I found it two faced.  He then told me he also used to work in fashion PR.  We soon found out we worked for the same agency, then after further questioning and checking dates it turns out he was the guy who replaced me when I left - Coincidence number 1!

I then started talking about my current job, he interjects and tells me he has a close friend who works in the same field.  It only turns out his friend is one of the new company directors - Coincidence number 2!

After this I move onto family life and tell him about my baby sister being in a car accident three years ago when she was 13.  How she was in a coma for three months and now has Acquired Brain Injury or ABI as its known.  He then tells me he was run over by a truck three years ago and also has a mild form of ABI - Coincidence number 3!

It also turns out our birthday while a year apart fall within a week of each other - Semi Coincidence number 4!

Over all the date went well and conversation flowed all evening, in fact we got there for 7pm and the next thing I knew it was nearly midnight.

While he didn't invite me back, he did walk me to the station and we did have a lovely quick snog.  I don't know why but out of just under 8 million people in London, I meet someone on facebook with so may things related to my actual life.

We agreed that we'd meet up this Saturday so fingers crossed I get a little more than first base.  Although I am worried that while he is an average looking laddish gay man, did all the coincidences make him more attractive in my eyes.

Let's see where this one goes.

A very busy Sunday

Well I may have been quiet on the posts but I have been busy being a total slut.  I currently have a few guys on the go.  There is Jim Bow who I mentioned in my last post.  He has a really impressive thick dick which i love sucking. We've been on a few dates and they have usually ended in getting drunk and having great cocaine fuelled sex. The only problem with that is that I go at it for hours but have trouble cumming.  Still we are in a cool groove together.

Then there is Matta my Italian friend.  We hooked up for sex on Gaydar about three weeks back.  He's a great kisser, why is it those Mediterranean guys really know how to use their mouths and kiss and lick you to death.  He's a really passionate lover and love my cock up his arse.  However, the only draw back is that he has a small dick, still he does know what to do with it.  He seems keen on becoming more than a friend with benefits, in fact he's stated he's after a full time boyfriend.  But in saying this we've had a couple of good nights together but the last two Saturday's he's chosen to go out and get trashed with his hairdresser friends then been too fuck to fuck on the Sunday.  Mixed messages or what.

Then there is my local cuddle buddy Chris.  Like most of my shags, I met him on Gaydar.  It was a Saturday night and I was going out to the White Swan with a friend.  My ex, G (who I live with) had went up to Ipswich to see a friend and I was bored so ended up taking some mephedrone and logging onto Gaydar.  Anyway I started to chatting to Chris and found out he lives three streets away.  I was well into my getting ready to go out routine but he wanted to come over so I let him.  He watched me get showered and then get dressed.  While nothing took place it was extremely sexy.  This was bank holiday weekend so on the Sunday night he went out and got totally drunk and then I get a text at midnight begging me to go round to his for a cuddle.  Needless to say there was cuddles but a lock of sucking and fucking as well.

Since then Chris and I have hooked up a few times and I've even introduced him to the ex.  He even got to stay over while the ex was home, but him and I got drunk and had very noisy sex.  But I've been honest with Chris and my ex that this is just a friendship of convenience.  Chris is on Gaydar more than I am.

I've also been on a few dates with a 25year from Romford, he's a total lad and only been out a few years.  I think with this one I'm flattered that someone so young would find me attractive, plus i enjoy the chase - so fingers crossed this ends in a shag soon.

So as you can see I've been extremely busy, but that's nothing compared to my busy Sunday.  I'd got up early to drive the ex and his mum to Gatwick, on way back at around 6am I was feeling horny, I guess technically it was morning wood.  Anyway I was driving past the cruising ground at Snaresbrook and decided to park up and have a walk in the woods.  It wasn't long before a rather cute Polish lad caught my eye.  He was totally pissed and had tried to mask the smell of alcohol with really strong aftershave.  I overlooked this as he was soon on his knees sucking me off.  He really went for the deep throating and within 5mins I was spunking down his throat.  Thank god he didn't want me to do anything to him, I doubt he'd been able to get hard by the smell of booze on him. 

I was soon home scrubbing myself down in the shower, but my horny cock still wasn't satisfied.  I was soon on Gaydar again and ended up speaking to a cute skinhead based in Euston.  He came over and we soon had a lovely afternoon sex session.  Like Matta, the skinhead knew how to use his mouth and was a great kisser, the mouth action didn't stop there as my cock and arse got the benefit of his talented mouth.  I'd originally told him that I don't let stranger fuck me, although I don't mind fuck guys I meet.  Anyway with that talented mouth and a lovely passionate session in the shower to cool off I couldn't hold off anymore.  I slapped a condom on his cock and let him fuck me senseless.  We both climaxed at the same time then had another shower to clean off and cool down.  Then we had a little sleep and a spoon. 

It was now about 8pm and I was still a little horny, I guess I was gagging to fuck someone, when my I get a text.  It was from Pat who I'd chatted with over the last two months on Gaydar.  We'd tried to hook up but never got round to it, anyway he wanted to pop round so I let him.  Looks wise he's no movie star but he's a man's man.  We soon got down to things and he was an ok kisser and his body was lovely, and a fairly nice cock I sucked and sucked.  It was clear that he loved the feel of my hard cock around his arse so after a good rimming I slapped on a rubber and fucked his arse.  It was nice and tight and he gagged for my cock and seemed to get off the harder I pounded it.  I spunked while pounding his arse.  He then wanted to spunk over my arse so I let him sit on my back and he shot his load.  While he was wanking himself I remained hard and ended up cuming again.

Finally I felt satisfied, I had a nice post coytal chat with Pat and we agreed to meet up for a drink. I think he enjoyed it as well so I'm expecting a recall of my services.

Luckily I have a busy week at work this week but I do have a date with some guy who befriended me on Facebook so i'll let you know how it goes.

Saturday night / Sunday Morning....

After the let down by Thompson, I went out to a birthday party with a friend where I got trashed. While at the party set a hook up in Hackney with some guy, I got to his about midnight but was so trashed I couldn’t rise to the occasion. But I was still horny so I helped him get off then came back home and logged back onto gaydar – it wasn’t long before I was chatting to Jim Bow, he was wired and horny as well. I got a taxi to his and had some really hot sex. Real manly kissing, rubbing and throwing each other around the bedroom. It was hot and exhausting stuff so it was nice when he climaxed and we could have a couple of hours worth of cuddling.


I was relieved when I got back home that my ex was out so I didn’t need to shamefully look him in the eye and admit what I’d been up to only three days after becoming single. Jim-Bow and I followed up our encounter with continual txt and chat, which lead to follow up dates.

My first weekend of freedom....

Well since the amicable break up the first thing I did was reinstate my gaydar profile. However one mistake I made was stating that I didn’t have a type and went for personality, this lead to me getting over 70 messages, mainly from fat balding me with cock-shots. Out of this there were about three decent offers one was from a guy I’ll call Thompson. He was flirty and insisted on meeting for a date. We chatted via messages, which progressed to txt messages then a video chat on msn. So by the Wednesday when we actually met it was like we’d already been on two dates.


Thompson was a nice guy, nice firm lips and the date consisted of a lot of kissing, heavy petting and compliments left right and centre. At the end of the night I was torn, but we decided to wait, with him claiming he had been sleeping around and wanted to get a clean bill of sexual health before doing anything with me. Something he did the following day.


The rest of that week was filled with flirty texts and telephone calls – we met again on the Saturday when I went to the flat he shared with his ex (yes I’m not the only one with this type of living arrangement). We started with some snogging, which led to some cuddling with our tops off with led to dry humping in underpants – which lead to a mutual wank and climax. After this we went for lunch and Thompson’s mood and desire shifted down a gear. I suddenly began to over analyse the situation – looking back he got what he wanted and that was that despite his bravado the he wanted a little more. I still chat to Thompson and I consider him a gaydar friend as he was a nice guy, he initially said I need to play around and he was right.

In the begining.....

Well a little history first - three weeks ago I was happily in my long term relationship of seven years. Yes there were cracks, what relationship that lasts that long doesn't. If we were straight we would of had kids and the focus would have been on them and not the sexless routine we'd become accustomed to.

Then, wham, bam and out of the blue we both decided that we are not making each other totally happy as a couple and separate. We are still friends and due to the two properties we jointly own are being amicable.


We are still living together, in three weeks we've moved from being a couple sharing a bed to becoming housemate living in separate rooms.


This is the story of my journey getting to grips with being a 30something gay singleton.