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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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
