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.