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.

At least it stayed hard...I think

Nine out of ten times when I log on to this cruising website (the same one I found Sammy on) I appear as offline but I decided to go online today. I came back a couple of hours later and saw this guy's message.

We have hooked up before. The last time was...I can't remember if it's been more than five months but it was in the winter. Let's call him Martin (I don't know what his actual name is or I've forgotten). He is about my age or a few years older; same height as me but chunkier - this came from experience, not the inaccurate details on his profile. The facial hair makes him look a bit latino. He is average looking with an average cock but is a nice guy. He seems to like me a lot and whenever he sees me online he'd ask when we are hooking up again. This is part of the reason I choose to appear offline.

I agreed to meet because I felt bad about having ignored him for so long, and I am useless at rejecting people outright. It was past 11pm. We agreed to meet in a dark quiet area. On the way, driving with my pants and joggers halfway down, I tugged and stroked but it wouldn't get fully hard. Shit, am I going to have to apologise and go home? I pulled up in a quiet residential lane with nice houses on one side and a park surrounded by trees on the other. He was waiting, in jeans and zipped up hoodie with the hood up, by the gate to the car park which was closed by now. We moved past the gate to the small playground behind the car park as it was more shielded from the street lights.

As soon as we started playing with each other's cock, I got stiff which was a relief. I guess I just needed someone else's hand on it. And some mutual sucking followed. I turned him around and started teasing his ass with my stick. His hands reached back to feel my peach and pressed my crotch against his rear.

There was a wooden platform with a slope on one side - no idea what kind of game or exercise it was built for. But the platform was the perfect height. I told him to bend over on it and gave his hole a little licking. He moaned quietly when I came back up to grind on his crack. I put the rubber on and lubed up the tunnel with one finger, two fingers, three fingers. Easy. I wish mine was that flexible. Cock in, I started to get going with a rhythm and he was loving it from the sound he was making. He reached behind me with his left hand and played with my hole which was tight as a knot. I was pumping harder when he asked if I was ready to cum. To my surprise, I wasn't.

I told him to flip over and pulled his jeans down further to give me better access. His feet were up in the air and I wasted no time to go inside. He was moaning a bit more and a bit louder than whispering volume. He pulled his hoodie and t-shirt up like he was getting ready to shoot. No he wasn't "toned" as described on his profile but I kinda knew that already. I kept thrusting and I felt his muscles tightening around my shaft a few times but the squeeze was not sustained. He whispered that he was going to cum and was now moaning in normal talking volume with every deep thrust. He came. I wasn't even close.

I pulled out and peeled off. We adjusted our clothes and he pointed out where the bin was. Did that just happen? Did he think that I came? I think he gave me a hug I'm not too sure. When I was making my way back (he was about ten feet behind) I walked past a motorbike by the gate. There was a helmet next to the bike and I could feel that the bike was still hot. Is this his bike? I sat in my car around the corner for a minute, waiting to see. And the motorbike buzzed past.

Just as I thought I was done with this guy, he suddenly seemed more interesting. I bought my first bike a week ago. And I've just fucked another biker.

The world famous gay club on a shit regular Saturday night

Saturday night, London, Heaven, apparently THE gay club to go to. I had only heard of this place before. My mate who is bi and just split up with his four-year girlfriend wanted to go and we went with a few of his friends too.

It was fun for the first 2-3 hours. We drank and we danced and all. But when the alcohol started to wear off and my blood sugar dropped I couldn't ignore the staring eyes anymore - the men standing on the side with drink in hand, scanning for the next pair of eyes that stared back. The DJ was no good either, using the monotonous, half-hearted drum and bass tracks to mix with pop songs. No wonder people had to take drugs in this place to get high. The place just didn't live up to its reputation. Maybe we picked a shit night to go.

"Did your top come off?" Rob texted.

There were a lot of gay boys (and men) breaking it down with their tops off, some in better shapes than the others. But I wasn't one of them. Firstly because I am quite self conscious even after a few drinks. Secondly the more skin you show the more desperate you look. And thirdly I couldn't do it when my mate, who I've known for ten years, was there.

No I didn't cop off with a random. A year ago I would have made that the main objective and done the scanning thing on the dance floor. I think I find people more attractive when they don't look so...full of lust. One of the friends of my friend was a little Italien lady who didn't speak much English and wasn't into the music so she was standing on the side a lot. But every now and then some guy would come up to talk to her because she looked a bit lost. Those were the ones I wanted to pull to the side and suck on their faces.

The truth is there but nobody sees it

Despite of all the wicked things that I do and all the sex that I have, I go to church and I have some sort of faith in God. My belief is built upon and transformed by experiences over the years, for better or for worse.

I have lived in different places and so have gone to very different churches. The one that I have been going to for about a year is a small congregation lead by a church elder, who is very traditional and narrow-minded. Every time he gives a sermon I have to hold on to my seat so I don't launch out and hurt him.

"The Bible says don't be conformed to this world. People want to legalise homosexuality. Is that right? Do we support them?"

The OAPs in the congregation shook their heads, as they have been spoon-fed the idea that gay equals wrong.

Erm, sorry, but are you referring to legalising gay marriage or anal penetration? Just an example of his lack of clarity that I find frustrating. He never goes on to explain why it's such a damning sin to be gay - it just is. Frankly I don't think he has the knowledge to answer questions in this area. The man needs to study the Bible a bit more closely and perhaps take a theology course to open up his mind first.

I am friends with the elder's son. Not close friends but we get along and to be honest there are only about a dozen people my age. We're hanging out the other day and a girl mentions the upcoming gay pride. She loves watching the parade with her husband but she's never sure whether it is "right" to enjoy as a spectator. So she asks for the elder's son's opinion. The funny thing is, he doesn't really care. His manager at work is gay. He's been to a gay wedding ceremony (his manager's) not that he likes to bring it up. He's neither for or against, as long as he has his video games and shit. What a funny world we live in.

Repeat offender

I might have gone down on smokey Sammy again. This time he was allowed to sit on my bed. I tried to film it - not sure why because it's not like I can get off on a video with myself in it. And I hardly ever watch porn anymore. It was too dark anyway.