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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
