Some guy I papped

This unsuspecting guy was a victim under my camera phone. He's not really my type: too young and too smooth (but I wouldn't say no). I was just practising my undercover paparazzi skill.

Although it's only thirty minutes on the train, I only go to London once or twice a month. When I am in the city I am always dazed by the never-ending flow of hot men. If I lived in London I would take twice as long to go anywhere or get anything done.

Never say no to free stuff

Everyone has seen those posts offering "sensual" massages in forums, chat rooms and other hook-up platforms. A lot of them are offered for free but it is just a way of getting hands on other men as we all know. Some people feel that their bodies are too precious to be touched by anyone except those they are definitely sexually attracted to. But I tend not to think about it too much and go for it if there is nothing or little to lose. A proper sports massage is quite a bit of money. So if someone wants to do it for free, it's worth a try. Everyone can give a shoulder/back rub. It's not rocket science.

I responded to an offer earlier in the week and said I could pop around in the evening after my workout. He was 43 on his profile. We swapped pics and he appeared to be a normal, average looking man, not overweight or underweight, beer in hand, not creepy. He was polite and decent in chat room. I asked if he had a massage table, just to see how professional he was, and he said he only had an exercise mat on the floor. Ok - so at least he won't be able to push his crotch against my face while I'm on the floor.

Wednesday night, about half ten as agreed, I rang the bell and was welcomed in. He kept the lights very low all the way and had candles/tea lights in the living room where the mat and towel were laid out. I couldn't see his face very well in the dark, not that I was trying to, but thought he looked like a decent guy. He told me to take my clothes off and I did with my back to him. I was a little nervous and my cock started to react but then I turned and lay down on my front so I don't think he saw it.

I felt the baby oil on my back. He rubbed it all over my back and shoulders and it felt good. I love a good rub. He asked if I was a swimmer and I thought it was the smell of chlorine. "The muscles below your shoulders are more developed than other guys' I've come across." Was he talking about my lats?

He moved down to put oil on my bum and legs. And a certain part of me started to get excited when he was on the inside of my thighs, "accidentally" touching my balls a few times. I didn't show any reaction but my cock slowly grew as he brushed across my more sensitive areas.

I followed the instruction to turn around, and revealed my semi hard-on but neither of us said anything. He rubbed oil on my front, circling around my nipples for a bit, and also oiled my legs, carefully moving my cock to the other side when doing each thigh. Now he hardly spent half as long as on my back but he couldn't resist anymore. With the lightest touch of his finger tips running three or four times from the root of my cock to the head, my cock grew to full glory that it was the only thing he was interested in. He put more oil on and started stroking, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. He would slowly increase the speed until he saw me breathing more heavily, then let go and start from a slow rate again. Yes, I was being edged. He was loving it. So was I to be honest. I still wish he had the other hand rubbing my muscles or massaging my nipples at the same time - would have sent me over the edge. Eventually, he got serious and didn't slow down or let go. I tensed up and was almost thrusting with my hands behind my head. I erupted and it lasted a little while before I had exhausted my gravy.

I cleaned myself with some paper towel and got dressed. I always find the small talks a little awkward but I've become slightly better at it. He complimented on my legs and I was like hah thanks probably from the swimming.

This was not the first time. I have taken up this kind of offer before, twice, but this was the first time I thought I could come back again. Because he didn't try to massage my head (I think it's meant to be relaxing but it freaks me out); and he kept all his clothes on. (I was scarred by a man who claimed he was getting too warm while giving me a massage and had to take his shirt off. If you want to dress this up as a massage service, you are NOT taking your top off!)

Friday night time wasters

Last night after midnight, I was horny and this 26 year-old, clean shaven, blond guy on Grindr wanted to help me out. He wanted to be fucked but I wasn't so keen. Then he offered to suck me off. "I swallow. Never waste a drop." Great. You're on. I didn't even show him my face.

It was dead quiet in the area. Everyone was in bed. He let me in through the back door of a local pub. He was probably the last person there as the manager. He was not as slim as I thought (from looking on his facebook page) and he never smiled once which was a bit awkward, like he didn't even want to be there. The bright fluorescent light in the store room made me feel uncomfortable. He put his hand down my joggers and let it out in the open. After a few tugs my cock was pumped to its full volume. He bent down for a taste but as soon as his mouth touched the head of my pole he sucked on it like a vacuum cleaner. I don't remember the last time I met anyone who was THAT good at giving head. The suction probably caused even more blood to rush through the veins on the meat. But I only had about half a minute to evaluate his skills before he got up to look at his phone and said he had to go.

The post title sounds more annoyed than I actually am. Well I was at the time, but this morning he messaged me again, which was a surprise as I thought he wasn't interested and would have blocked me. He said he wanted me to fuck him. I told him we'll talk when I've had that blow job.

Hello hello hello

Don't worry I haven't dropped off the face of the earth. I was ill the week before. Then been busy with work and gym and life in general. You know the drill. That's why you're a blog reader rather than a stupid blog writer. 

We had the longest heat wave in (insert correct statistics) years. I went over to Rob's one night. In the middle of the night he got up and went downstairs to sleep in the living room instead because it was so warm.

Here is my hot neighbour again. He pulled up outside my window on Friday and kept making phone calls/looking at a camcorder in his car. I got stalkerish - FYI, he was wearing lycra shorts under a pair of sports shorts.