A few days ago, it's late in the evening and ex-boyfriend R (a.k.a. boyfriend number 3) is visiting me in my home. Earlier I'd cooked a simple meal for us both, and now we're relaxing on the sofa in my sitting room, chatting easily.
"Why don't you lie down on the sofa," suggests ex-boyfriend R.
"Why?" I ask.
"Well, I need to go soon, but it would be nice to lie down on the sofa with you for a quick cuddle :-)."
I always enjoyed cuddles with ex-boyfriend R when we used to engage in activities with each other, so I get some cushions for my head and lie down as requested. Soon ex-boyfriend R is lying half on top of me and half to one side, and even though we've got all our clothes on, it's nice to feel the warmth of his body against mine.
"I'm not sure about this guy K that you like," says ex-boyfriend R after a pause. "I don't think it's right for him to ask to date you on an exclusive basis before you've even slept with each other. You shouldn't agree to it, because you shouldn't give people power over you."
A couple of weeks previously, my friend who has his first gay experience aged 13 had said exactly the same thing when we were out for dinner together. "Don't let other guys have power over you," he'd said, when we were discussing boyfriends. At the time it had seemed sensible, but when I thought about it, I realised that I disagreed. Whenever one has a boyfriend, one loses some independence, because one has to start taking some account of what one's boyfriend wants and needs. If one has got the right boyfriend then the benefits of the relationship outweigh the loss of independence. I can't help thinking that with the attitude of not conceding anything to a potential boyfriend, it's no coincidence that ex-boyfriend R and my friend who has his first gay experience aged 13 are both still single.
"But I'd have *power* over K too," I say to ex-boyfriend R while we're cuddling on my sofa, "because exclusive dating works both ways :-)."
"In any case," I continue, "cruising for activities with other guys is time consuming. I was quite happy not doing that when I was with ex-boyfriend T, so I don’t mind not doing that while I'm dating K either, just to try and work out whether a relationship with him could work."
"Also, the fact that in September you agreed to delay dating until early October seems strange too," counters ex-boyfriend R. "If you like each other, why didn't you start dating immediately?"
"Well I guess I agree with that," I concede.
"Actually," I continue, "I always wonder whether there are any unwritten rules for dating lots of different guys at the same time. I've had loads of hook-ups, dates and dinners over the last couple of months, but if I see someone more than once, I sometimes feel a bit guilty that I'm not being completely honest with them about how many guys I'm meeting."
"But while you're just dating, you can do what you like," answers ex-boyfriend R with an authoritative tone in his voice, "so there's nothing to feel guilty about!"
The good thing about ex-boyfriend R is that he's always got a firm view on this sort of question, even if I don't always agree with what he says! We lie there for a while, and then slowly, he starts to unbutton my shirt. But after two buttons he stops and slips one of his hands inside my shirt, and lays it gently on top of one of my pecs. I feel very relaxed with him so I don't say anything, and we just continue to lie there, enjoying each other's company.
"A couple of months ago," I say, "I was suggesting to another friend that although cuddling isn't as intimate as various other activities, if you've got a boyfriend I reckon that cuddling like this would still be cheating on him!"
"I think it depends what the intention is," replies ex-boyfriend R with an authoritative tone again. "Certainly if you keep all your clothes on and neither of you gets aroused then I reckon that you're not being unfaithful."
"But if you start to take each other's clothes off …" he continues, as he resumes unbuttoning my shirt, "then the intention is clearly for more intimacy, and then I think I'd agree with you :-)."
"I thought you had to go soon?" I giggle, without putting up any resistance, "Are you trying to seduce me?"
"I always used to like it when you visited me for fun!" replies ex-boyfriend R, without answering either question, "and I think you did too?"
"Perhaps we'd better go upstairs to my bedroom then. If any of the neighbours in the houses opposite are looking this way, I don't think they need to see exactly what we're doing!"
Fifteen minutes later and we're both completely naked, kissing and cuddling and playing with each other on my bed, just like we used to do all those years ago.
"Who'd have thought that we'd ever be doing this again!" laughs ex-boyfriend R.
"Well indeed," I answer with a big smile on my face, "I think it's been almost 6 years!"
I usually prefer subtle lighting for activities, and indeed, on this occasion as we were getting undressed I'd switched off all but the dimmest bedside light. However, a few minutes later ex-boyfriend R gets up and turns the bright main light on in the middle of the room.
"I think it's more horny to see EXACTLY what we're doing to each other :-)," he says, with a big grin on his face.
We take our time to enjoy ourselves thoroughly, and afterwards we climb under the duvet and naturally start cuddling each other again. While I'm holding him in my arms and dozing gently, feeling very satisfied, I start to remember how much I always enjoyed activities with ex-boyfriend R. It also occurs to me that when it comes to activities, ex-boyfriend R is probably the most experienced guy that I know!
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Friday, October 04, 2013
Saturday, September 14, 2013
A small consolation prize
A few months ago I met a gorgeous guy called K via mutual friends. When I first met him I still had a boyfriend, but after I split up with ex-boyfriend T, I started to wonder about the possibility of dating K. Fast forward to a couple of days ago and it's now my third date with K :-). The two of us seem to get on very well together in a social context, and I can feel myself falling in love with him. But in spite of my best efforts, I haven't been able to get him into bed, not even for a cuddle :-|. So far the two of us have been out for dinner in my favourite restaurant in the area where I live, and we also spent a particularly hilarious evening together at aquashard.
It's now early evening on our third date, and we're drinking in one of Soho's gay bars, waiting for K's friend C to arrive. We've spent almost the entire day shopping for clothes and the conversation is still easy, even though we've now been well over 7 hours in each other's company. K is on the phone to his friend C, trying to work out when C will arrive.
"Ask C want he wants to drink," I say, interrupting K mid conversation, "I'm going to the bar to get us another pitcher of Pimm's, so I could get C something too."
"Captain Morgan on the rocks, ..." answers K after a short discussion with C, "… thanks!"
"Single or double?" asks the hunky bartender when I order C's drink. I hadn't thought to ask, but I decide to opt for a double measure so as not to appear stingy.
When I return with the drinks C still hasn't arrived, but shortly afterwards I spot a guy looking around as though he's expecting to see someone that he knows. I'm about to ask K whether the guy is his friend C, but before I get the chance K spots him too and eagerly beckons him over to join us.
"Hey C :-)," says K with a big smile on his face, "this is GB."
"Nice to meet you :-)," I say, eyeing him up and down and smiling too. Without doubt, C is a very attractive guy!
"Nice to meet you too :-)," answers C, and soon we're sitting down chatting and laughing with each other.
"So how do you two know each other?" I ask.
"C used to be a barman in one of the other gay bars near here," answers K, "and I was a regular customer there so we got to know each other."
I find myself wondering how well they know each other, and in particular, whether they've ever indulged in any activities together. But of course it's impossible to ask that question. However, as the evening progresses, it seems more and more likely that they're acquaintances rather than friends.
While we're chatting away, I notice a couple of guys who're sitting right next to us. My best guess is that they're on a date with each other, because at one point I see them giving each other long, deep kisses. If they were boyfriends then they probably wouldn't feel the need to do that in public, and similarly if they're only friends then they wouldn't be kissing like that at all.
"Excuse me," says one of these guys who're next to us, "can you look after our bags while we go outside for a cigarette?"
"Sure, that's fine :-)," I reply, and looking down on the floor I spot a couple of rucksacks. Briefly I find myself remembering the nearby Adminal Duncan pub bombing, and I wonder whether two guys that kiss each other so sensually could possibly be up to no good. However, the conversation with K and his friend C soon takes all my attention, and ten minutes later when I think to look around again I see that the guys are already back from their cigarettes.
Shortly afterwards I catch the eye of one of these guys who're next to us, and with a lull in the conversation with K and C, I decide to start talking to them.
"So where are you both from?" I ask.
"I'm originally from Brazil," replies the guy who actually asked me to look after the bags, "and my name is M, you?"
"I'm GB :-)", I reply smiling at him, "and I'm one of the few guys left in this city who were actually born here!"
Indeed, these days it seems almost impossible to find people in London who were born and raised here.
Eventually I find out that M's friend or date or whatever he is originally comes from Eastern Europe. However, he seems quite shy, and in spite of the kissing earlier my best guess is that their date hasn't been a success.
"You know," says M looking me straight in the eye and smiling, "you're an attractive guy :-)."
Wow, I didn't expect that compliment, especially in the company of K and C who I feel are both better looking than me. I can't help wondering whether being admired by M will improve my chances with K, by helping to show him that I'm a good catch.
"You're a good looking guy yourself :-)," I reply, repaying the compliment. Indeed, comparing M to his Eastern European friend, M is much more attractive.
For a few minutes we carry on chatting, but before too long I've reverted to talking to K and C, with M talking again to his Eastern European friend. Shortly afterwards it turns out that K's friend C has to leave because he's got some prior commitments, and then shortly after that I spot that M and his Eastern European friend are about to leave too because I see them picking up their bags. But again I catch M's eye.
"So why don't we all exchange phone numbers?" asks M on his way out, addressing both me and K.
"Sure why not!" I answer, although I'm not sure that there's really any point. It seems very much like the kind of friends that you make on holiday. At the end of the holiday one always agrees to keep in touch with each other, but then one always fails to do so!
"If you tell me your number I'll send you a txt msg :-)," I offer. Within a minute it's all done.
"OK great, so have a good evening," says M as he puts his phone back in his pocket, "and let your friend there have my number too :-)".
"Sure, and you guys have a good evening as well", I reply, and then with a cheeky tone in my voice "Call me maybe!"
"Do you want his number?" I ask K once M has left.
"Not really," says K casually, and it's clear that he's got the exactly the same 'holiday friend' view about the situation as me, "Anyway, let's have another drink :-)."
It's K's turn to buy the drinks, but the bar seems half empty now and he manages to get served quite quickly.
"It would be nice to see where you live?" I tell him, wondering whether it'll be possible to get to know him better at his place rather than mine. Our previous dates had ended up at my place, and although he almost stayed overnight with me on both occasions, in the end it never quite happened.
"Errr OK," says K nervously, "but next week! My place is such a mess, I can't let you see it like it is at the moment!!"
We carry on talking, but I know from what had been said earlier in the day that K's got a lot of commitments tomorrow, so when we've finished our drinks I suggest that we go home. We both live in the same area, so we find a taxi to share together.
"Do you want to come in for a while?" I ask hopefully, when the taxi gets near my house.
"I don't think I can," answers K, "I've got so much to do tomorrow :-(. But let's see each other again at the weekend :-)."
"OK great :-)," I reply, but again I'm feeling slightly heart-broken that he doesn't want to get into bed with me. However, tonight I'm not surprised because I know that K is indeed going to be very busy tomorrow.
"See you soon then :-)," I say, and there's just time to give him a quick kiss on the lips just before getting out of the taxi.
It's clear from K's behaviour and also from some of the discussions that we've had that he is interested in me as a potential boyfriend. But at present, it seems beyond me to take that potential interest any further :-(.
I fix myself a snack before bedtime, and a little later I'm casually looking at a few web sites when suddenly a txt msg arrives.
M: Hi GB, M here
M: Are u having a great time?
Wow, this guy has surprised me again, because I never expected to hear from him! Of course, I'm not having a great time because after a wonderful day out shopping with K, I find myself missing him terribly.
GB: At home now. The friend who I was with had to go home, because he is busy tomorrow. What are you doing now?
M: At home chilling u?
Without K to keep me company, I start wondering whether it might be possible to console myself by hooking up with M. There's only one way to find out …
GB: Same! Might be nice to get together? GB xxx
M: Would be for sure
M: U are very hot man
M: U made me feel horny
Suddenly my phone rings, and it's M, wondering whether it would be possible to get together tonight. It turns out that he lives about 5 miles from me in quite a smart area of London, but of course, at this time of night it won't take too long in a taxi. Within ten minutes I'm in a taxi again, wondering whether I'm dreaming or whether this is all actually happening!
When I arrive, M answers the door wearing just a dressing gown, and immediately he takes me into his little bedroom. It turns out that he shares the apartment with two other gay guys, but obviously I'm not here to meet them!
"You're wearing far too many clothes :-)," he jokes soon after I've arrived, and before too long we're both under the duvet in his bed and enjoying each other's naked male bodies!
Nature takes its course, and afterwards we just lie there, cuddling and dozing and feeling very comfortable in each other's company. Half of me wants to sleep the night with him, because I always enjoy sleeping in the same bed as a gorgeous man :-). But for various reasons, eventually I decide that it would be better to make my way home. With M almost asleep, I try to get out of the bed without disturbing him.
"Where are you going?" says M very slowly and quietly, with a very very sleepy voice.
"Maybe see you again sometime," I say, and once I've got my clothes on I give him a quick kiss on his lips, turn off the light, kiss him again, and leave.
Outside it's trying to rain and I didn't bother to bring a coat with me, but the damp air feels very fresh so I don't mind too much. Wandering the quiet streets of this smart, leafy, residential area, I feel surprising optimistic, in spite of my failure to make much progress with K. Tonight has been the first time in many years that I've hooked up with a guy who I met face to face rather than online, and that's certainly a big boost for my confidence :-). Even if I never manage to make any headway with K, I can't help thinking that I won't be single forever!
It's now early evening on our third date, and we're drinking in one of Soho's gay bars, waiting for K's friend C to arrive. We've spent almost the entire day shopping for clothes and the conversation is still easy, even though we've now been well over 7 hours in each other's company. K is on the phone to his friend C, trying to work out when C will arrive."Ask C want he wants to drink," I say, interrupting K mid conversation, "I'm going to the bar to get us another pitcher of Pimm's, so I could get C something too."
"Captain Morgan on the rocks, ..." answers K after a short discussion with C, "… thanks!"
"Single or double?" asks the hunky bartender when I order C's drink. I hadn't thought to ask, but I decide to opt for a double measure so as not to appear stingy.
When I return with the drinks C still hasn't arrived, but shortly afterwards I spot a guy looking around as though he's expecting to see someone that he knows. I'm about to ask K whether the guy is his friend C, but before I get the chance K spots him too and eagerly beckons him over to join us.
"Hey C :-)," says K with a big smile on his face, "this is GB."
"Nice to meet you :-)," I say, eyeing him up and down and smiling too. Without doubt, C is a very attractive guy!
"Nice to meet you too :-)," answers C, and soon we're sitting down chatting and laughing with each other.
"So how do you two know each other?" I ask.
"C used to be a barman in one of the other gay bars near here," answers K, "and I was a regular customer there so we got to know each other."
I find myself wondering how well they know each other, and in particular, whether they've ever indulged in any activities together. But of course it's impossible to ask that question. However, as the evening progresses, it seems more and more likely that they're acquaintances rather than friends.
While we're chatting away, I notice a couple of guys who're sitting right next to us. My best guess is that they're on a date with each other, because at one point I see them giving each other long, deep kisses. If they were boyfriends then they probably wouldn't feel the need to do that in public, and similarly if they're only friends then they wouldn't be kissing like that at all.
"Excuse me," says one of these guys who're next to us, "can you look after our bags while we go outside for a cigarette?"
"Sure, that's fine :-)," I reply, and looking down on the floor I spot a couple of rucksacks. Briefly I find myself remembering the nearby Adminal Duncan pub bombing, and I wonder whether two guys that kiss each other so sensually could possibly be up to no good. However, the conversation with K and his friend C soon takes all my attention, and ten minutes later when I think to look around again I see that the guys are already back from their cigarettes.
Shortly afterwards I catch the eye of one of these guys who're next to us, and with a lull in the conversation with K and C, I decide to start talking to them.
"So where are you both from?" I ask.
"I'm originally from Brazil," replies the guy who actually asked me to look after the bags, "and my name is M, you?"
"I'm GB :-)", I reply smiling at him, "and I'm one of the few guys left in this city who were actually born here!"
Indeed, these days it seems almost impossible to find people in London who were born and raised here.
Eventually I find out that M's friend or date or whatever he is originally comes from Eastern Europe. However, he seems quite shy, and in spite of the kissing earlier my best guess is that their date hasn't been a success.
"You know," says M looking me straight in the eye and smiling, "you're an attractive guy :-)."
Wow, I didn't expect that compliment, especially in the company of K and C who I feel are both better looking than me. I can't help wondering whether being admired by M will improve my chances with K, by helping to show him that I'm a good catch.
"You're a good looking guy yourself :-)," I reply, repaying the compliment. Indeed, comparing M to his Eastern European friend, M is much more attractive.
For a few minutes we carry on chatting, but before too long I've reverted to talking to K and C, with M talking again to his Eastern European friend. Shortly afterwards it turns out that K's friend C has to leave because he's got some prior commitments, and then shortly after that I spot that M and his Eastern European friend are about to leave too because I see them picking up their bags. But again I catch M's eye.
"So why don't we all exchange phone numbers?" asks M on his way out, addressing both me and K.
"Sure why not!" I answer, although I'm not sure that there's really any point. It seems very much like the kind of friends that you make on holiday. At the end of the holiday one always agrees to keep in touch with each other, but then one always fails to do so!
"If you tell me your number I'll send you a txt msg :-)," I offer. Within a minute it's all done.
"OK great, so have a good evening," says M as he puts his phone back in his pocket, "and let your friend there have my number too :-)".
"Sure, and you guys have a good evening as well", I reply, and then with a cheeky tone in my voice "Call me maybe!""Do you want his number?" I ask K once M has left.
"Not really," says K casually, and it's clear that he's got the exactly the same 'holiday friend' view about the situation as me, "Anyway, let's have another drink :-)."
It's K's turn to buy the drinks, but the bar seems half empty now and he manages to get served quite quickly.
"It would be nice to see where you live?" I tell him, wondering whether it'll be possible to get to know him better at his place rather than mine. Our previous dates had ended up at my place, and although he almost stayed overnight with me on both occasions, in the end it never quite happened.
"Errr OK," says K nervously, "but next week! My place is such a mess, I can't let you see it like it is at the moment!!"
We carry on talking, but I know from what had been said earlier in the day that K's got a lot of commitments tomorrow, so when we've finished our drinks I suggest that we go home. We both live in the same area, so we find a taxi to share together.
"Do you want to come in for a while?" I ask hopefully, when the taxi gets near my house.
"I don't think I can," answers K, "I've got so much to do tomorrow :-(. But let's see each other again at the weekend :-)."
"OK great :-)," I reply, but again I'm feeling slightly heart-broken that he doesn't want to get into bed with me. However, tonight I'm not surprised because I know that K is indeed going to be very busy tomorrow.
"See you soon then :-)," I say, and there's just time to give him a quick kiss on the lips just before getting out of the taxi.
It's clear from K's behaviour and also from some of the discussions that we've had that he is interested in me as a potential boyfriend. But at present, it seems beyond me to take that potential interest any further :-(.
I fix myself a snack before bedtime, and a little later I'm casually looking at a few web sites when suddenly a txt msg arrives.
M: Hi GB, M here
M: Are u having a great time?
Wow, this guy has surprised me again, because I never expected to hear from him! Of course, I'm not having a great time because after a wonderful day out shopping with K, I find myself missing him terribly.
GB: At home now. The friend who I was with had to go home, because he is busy tomorrow. What are you doing now?
M: At home chilling u?
Without K to keep me company, I start wondering whether it might be possible to console myself by hooking up with M. There's only one way to find out …
GB: Same! Might be nice to get together? GB xxx
M: Would be for sure
M: U are very hot man
M: U made me feel horny
Suddenly my phone rings, and it's M, wondering whether it would be possible to get together tonight. It turns out that he lives about 5 miles from me in quite a smart area of London, but of course, at this time of night it won't take too long in a taxi. Within ten minutes I'm in a taxi again, wondering whether I'm dreaming or whether this is all actually happening!
When I arrive, M answers the door wearing just a dressing gown, and immediately he takes me into his little bedroom. It turns out that he shares the apartment with two other gay guys, but obviously I'm not here to meet them!
"You're wearing far too many clothes :-)," he jokes soon after I've arrived, and before too long we're both under the duvet in his bed and enjoying each other's naked male bodies!
Nature takes its course, and afterwards we just lie there, cuddling and dozing and feeling very comfortable in each other's company. Half of me wants to sleep the night with him, because I always enjoy sleeping in the same bed as a gorgeous man :-). But for various reasons, eventually I decide that it would be better to make my way home. With M almost asleep, I try to get out of the bed without disturbing him."Where are you going?" says M very slowly and quietly, with a very very sleepy voice.
"Maybe see you again sometime," I say, and once I've got my clothes on I give him a quick kiss on his lips, turn off the light, kiss him again, and leave.
Outside it's trying to rain and I didn't bother to bring a coat with me, but the damp air feels very fresh so I don't mind too much. Wandering the quiet streets of this smart, leafy, residential area, I feel surprising optimistic, in spite of my failure to make much progress with K. Tonight has been the first time in many years that I've hooked up with a guy who I met face to face rather than online, and that's certainly a big boost for my confidence :-). Even if I never manage to make any headway with K, I can't help thinking that I won't be single forever!
Sunday, September 08, 2013
My first guy from Grindr
A few months ago, no doubt because I'm a gay blogger, I received a marketing email from Grindr. The email arrived on 25th March 2013 and told me that Grindr was just 4 years old. That means that Grindr didn't even exist back at the start of 2009 when I met ex-boyfriend T on gaydar! The marketing hype in that email was certainly exaggerated, because I strongly disagree with the following quote from Joel Simkhai (the founder and CEO of Grindr) that was contained in the email:
Although I split up with ex-boyfriend T in late July, I didn't start using Grindr until mid August. A couple of days after my enjoyable 24 hours, I'm logged into Grindr in the morning when a cute young Asian guy (who turns out to be called M) sends me a few messages:
M: Morning
M: Do u like Asian guys
M: U look nice :-)
GB: Thx
GB: My last 2 boyfriends were Asian
M: :)
M: I like older white guys
M: Looking for fun n bf
We chat a bit more, and it turns out that he's originally from Bengal, although he lives in the UK now. One thing about Grindr is that it only lets you post one pic on your profile, although it does allow you to send pics that you've got stored on your device through its message system. So we exchange a couple more pics, and he seems to like me:
M: U look really nice guy
GB: Are you free to meet now? Easier to talk face to face than this msg system
M: Yah
M: U can come to mine if you like
He gives me his address, and before too long I'm in a taxi headed towards his apartment. The apartment turns out to be located on the top floor of a recently refurbished tower block, and there's still a lot of building work going on at the base of the tower, so it takes me a while to work out where the entrance is. But once I find the right entrance, he buzzes me into the building and soon I'm in a lift heading up to the floor where his apartment is located.
Stepping out of the lift, I look around and see M peering out from behind his door with an inviting smile on his face, so I walk over to him.
"Nice to meet you :-)," I say quietly, in case any of his neighbours are listening, "can I come in?"
He lets me into his apartment without saying a word. He's dressed in a t-shirt, with a sarong loosely tied around his waist. I can't help wondering whether he's wearing any underwear under the sarong, although I expect that the answer is 'No' :-).
"Thanks for coming over :-)", he says still smiling, once the door has been closed.
"No problem," I reply, putting my arm on his nearest shoulder and smiling back at him, "now, where do you want me?"
"Shall we have a cup of coffee?" he asks.
We walk along a corridor which is cluttered with a couple of bikes and various other stuff that I don't look at too closely, but once we get into the main living area I'm immediately impressed by the views.
"Wow," I say amazed, standing in his kitchen, "from here you can see Canary Wharf, AND all the skyscrapers in the City of London too :-)."
"Unfortunately it's not my apartment," says M, with a tone in his voice that suggests that he needs to admit something to me.
"This apartment belongs to my boyfriend, well …, he's sort of my boyfriend!"
While he's making the coffee, he tells me about his situation.
"We've been together for about two years now, but my so-called 'boyfriend' isn't really into relationships. So it's an open relationship, and he's off all time meeting other guys, although we still have sex together too. I'm not happy because I want a proper relationship, that starts out as monogamous for the first few years at least."
"And where is your boyfriend now?" I ask, wondering if I'm likely to meet him at all.
"Oh, he's away for a few weeks. He's not originally from the UK so he's back visiting his friends and family in his home country, and sleeping with lots of guys there too I'm sure!"
I feel a bit sorry for M because he's a gorgeous guy and very friendly too, but he's clearly not happy with his domestic arrangements. He's also just the sort of person that I'd be happy to introduce to my mother as my own boyfriend, so I'm surprised that he hasn't found himself a much better partner to live with.
"Anyway," he says smiling at me now, "what about you?"
I tell him about my recent split with ex-boyfriend T, and we chat a bit more about our work and our lives while we drink the coffee.
"Where did I leave my phone?" says M suddenly, and he starts to get up from his chair. I look down at his sarong, and I think I can make out a nice perky bulge in the appropriate place! As he passes where I'm sitting, he leans towards me and gives me a slow kiss on the lips.
"Hmmm, that's nice :-)," I say, and rather than staying where I am, I get up to follow him around as he tries to find his phone.
A few seconds later, he turns to look at me, and now it's me that starts kissing him. Putting my hand underneath his tea shirt, I gently start playing with his nipples too. I can tell that he enjoys it!
"Let me help you," I say quietly, and I lift his t-shirt over his head so that he's standing there half naked, nipples slightly erect, now wearing only his sarong. He helps me off with my t-shirt too, and for a short while we stand there with our bare chests pressed together as we hug and cuddle each other for the first time. Reaching down, I now loosen his sarong too, and as it drops to the floor everything is as I expected! No underwear, and with the perky bulge now proudly exposed as proof that he's been enjoying my attention :-).
"Perhaps we'd be more comfortable in the bedroom," he says with a huge grin on his face, so I follow him down the cluttered hall. Soon we're both naked on his bed, and we have a wonderful time together :-). Afterwards, we just lie there for a while, cuddling each other and feeling very comfortable in each other's company.
"It would be nice to see you again," says M as we're getting dressed. "Perhaps you'd like to stay over one night? There are great night-time views of the London skyline from this apartment, but you'll need to come over before my 'boyfriend' gets home!"
"Yes, I'd like that very much :-)," I answer, "or perhaps you'd like to visit me?"
However, a few days later, I agree with M that I should visit him late one evening and stay overnight. We both have other commitments during the evening, so I don't end up arriving until just before 11pm.
"I brought you a bottle of wine," I say smiling at him as he lets me into his apartment.
"Thanks GB, that's great," he says closing the door, smiling back at me. "Come on, let's go through and have a drink :-)."
Sitting again in his kitchen, the night-time views are certainly spectacular. He gets a cold bottle of white wine out of the fridge, pours a couple of classes, and we sit together with our legs slightly touching as we look out at the London skyline.
"Do you do drugs at all?" he asks.
"Apart from this one?" I ask playfully, holding up my wine glass. "Not much actually! In the past I've done a little bit of cannabis in its various forms, but not much else. What about you?"
"My 'boyfriend' smokes quite a bit of marijuana," replies M, "but he also does a bit of E and sometimes LSD. I often join in with him when he does."
"I had some friends a few years ago that liked E," I say, "They used to talk about 'love-ey' E and 'dancey' E. The 'dancey' E was apparently good when you wanted to go to night clubs and dance all night, and the 'love-ey' E just made you want to cuddle each other, or something like that :-). But I never tried it. I was always worried about whether I trusted the dodgy looking people who supplied it!"
"Yes, you have to trust the people you get it from," replies M, "but having sex while on E is amazing! It would be nice to do it with you sometime :-)?"
I haven't ever had an opportunity like this before, and I find myself quite tempted, although I'm a bit nervous about the idea too.
"Are you suggesting tonight?" I ask M, curious to find out more.
"Actually, if you've never done it before, it would be best to do it somewhere that you're familiar with. Perhaps I can stay at your place sometime, and then we could do it there?"
"OK, that's a nice idea :-)."
We talk for ages, drinking a few glasses of wine, and looking out at the amazing view. While we're chatting, he shows me what the E tablets look like, and also shows me some LSD which he's got in the fridge. But we don't take anything.
After an hour or so, we both start to feel slightly tired, so eventually we make our way into the bedroom. We kiss and cuddle and play with each other etc, and when we're all done we fall asleep naked in each other's arms. The next morning we have breakfast together, and tentatively agree that M should stay the night with me at some point in the near future.
Since then M's 'boyfriend' has returned, so I haven't been able to visit him again in that stunning apartment. But we've exchanged a few txt msgs, although no further meetings have been arranged. At this stage I'm not sure whether I'll end up seeing M again or not. In any case, I certainly hope that he ends up getting a new boyfriend that can give him the love and attention that he deserves :-).
"Grindr has proven to be an invaluable resource for men across the globe when they’re looking to meet-up. Five years ago, the only sure fire way to meet another gay man was to go to specific gay clubs or bars …"How on earth can he ignore the huge number of gay dating web sites that existed back then and still exist today, i.e. gaydar, gay.com, manhunt, gayromeo, fitlads, manjam, the fetish site recon, and so on? However, I'm not going to disagree with his first sentence. Even though I haven't been on the dating or cruising scene since 2009, I am well aware that Grindr has become an invaluable resource for finding like-minded guys who're nearby!
Although I split up with ex-boyfriend T in late July, I didn't start using Grindr until mid August. A couple of days after my enjoyable 24 hours, I'm logged into Grindr in the morning when a cute young Asian guy (who turns out to be called M) sends me a few messages:
M: Morning
M: Do u like Asian guys
M: U look nice :-)
GB: Thx
GB: My last 2 boyfriends were Asian
M: :)
M: I like older white guys
M: Looking for fun n bf
We chat a bit more, and it turns out that he's originally from Bengal, although he lives in the UK now. One thing about Grindr is that it only lets you post one pic on your profile, although it does allow you to send pics that you've got stored on your device through its message system. So we exchange a couple more pics, and he seems to like me:
M: U look really nice guy
GB: Are you free to meet now? Easier to talk face to face than this msg system
M: Yah
M: U can come to mine if you like
He gives me his address, and before too long I'm in a taxi headed towards his apartment. The apartment turns out to be located on the top floor of a recently refurbished tower block, and there's still a lot of building work going on at the base of the tower, so it takes me a while to work out where the entrance is. But once I find the right entrance, he buzzes me into the building and soon I'm in a lift heading up to the floor where his apartment is located.
Stepping out of the lift, I look around and see M peering out from behind his door with an inviting smile on his face, so I walk over to him.
"Nice to meet you :-)," I say quietly, in case any of his neighbours are listening, "can I come in?"
He lets me into his apartment without saying a word. He's dressed in a t-shirt, with a sarong loosely tied around his waist. I can't help wondering whether he's wearing any underwear under the sarong, although I expect that the answer is 'No' :-).
"Thanks for coming over :-)", he says still smiling, once the door has been closed.
"No problem," I reply, putting my arm on his nearest shoulder and smiling back at him, "now, where do you want me?"
"Shall we have a cup of coffee?" he asks.
We walk along a corridor which is cluttered with a couple of bikes and various other stuff that I don't look at too closely, but once we get into the main living area I'm immediately impressed by the views.
"Wow," I say amazed, standing in his kitchen, "from here you can see Canary Wharf, AND all the skyscrapers in the City of London too :-).""Unfortunately it's not my apartment," says M, with a tone in his voice that suggests that he needs to admit something to me.
"This apartment belongs to my boyfriend, well …, he's sort of my boyfriend!"
While he's making the coffee, he tells me about his situation.
"We've been together for about two years now, but my so-called 'boyfriend' isn't really into relationships. So it's an open relationship, and he's off all time meeting other guys, although we still have sex together too. I'm not happy because I want a proper relationship, that starts out as monogamous for the first few years at least."
"And where is your boyfriend now?" I ask, wondering if I'm likely to meet him at all.
"Oh, he's away for a few weeks. He's not originally from the UK so he's back visiting his friends and family in his home country, and sleeping with lots of guys there too I'm sure!"
I feel a bit sorry for M because he's a gorgeous guy and very friendly too, but he's clearly not happy with his domestic arrangements. He's also just the sort of person that I'd be happy to introduce to my mother as my own boyfriend, so I'm surprised that he hasn't found himself a much better partner to live with.
"Anyway," he says smiling at me now, "what about you?"
I tell him about my recent split with ex-boyfriend T, and we chat a bit more about our work and our lives while we drink the coffee.
"Where did I leave my phone?" says M suddenly, and he starts to get up from his chair. I look down at his sarong, and I think I can make out a nice perky bulge in the appropriate place! As he passes where I'm sitting, he leans towards me and gives me a slow kiss on the lips.
"Hmmm, that's nice :-)," I say, and rather than staying where I am, I get up to follow him around as he tries to find his phone.
A few seconds later, he turns to look at me, and now it's me that starts kissing him. Putting my hand underneath his tea shirt, I gently start playing with his nipples too. I can tell that he enjoys it!
"Let me help you," I say quietly, and I lift his t-shirt over his head so that he's standing there half naked, nipples slightly erect, now wearing only his sarong. He helps me off with my t-shirt too, and for a short while we stand there with our bare chests pressed together as we hug and cuddle each other for the first time. Reaching down, I now loosen his sarong too, and as it drops to the floor everything is as I expected! No underwear, and with the perky bulge now proudly exposed as proof that he's been enjoying my attention :-).
"Perhaps we'd be more comfortable in the bedroom," he says with a huge grin on his face, so I follow him down the cluttered hall. Soon we're both naked on his bed, and we have a wonderful time together :-). Afterwards, we just lie there for a while, cuddling each other and feeling very comfortable in each other's company.
"It would be nice to see you again," says M as we're getting dressed. "Perhaps you'd like to stay over one night? There are great night-time views of the London skyline from this apartment, but you'll need to come over before my 'boyfriend' gets home!"
"Yes, I'd like that very much :-)," I answer, "or perhaps you'd like to visit me?"
However, a few days later, I agree with M that I should visit him late one evening and stay overnight. We both have other commitments during the evening, so I don't end up arriving until just before 11pm.
"I brought you a bottle of wine," I say smiling at him as he lets me into his apartment.
"Thanks GB, that's great," he says closing the door, smiling back at me. "Come on, let's go through and have a drink :-)."
Sitting again in his kitchen, the night-time views are certainly spectacular. He gets a cold bottle of white wine out of the fridge, pours a couple of classes, and we sit together with our legs slightly touching as we look out at the London skyline."Do you do drugs at all?" he asks.
"Apart from this one?" I ask playfully, holding up my wine glass. "Not much actually! In the past I've done a little bit of cannabis in its various forms, but not much else. What about you?"
"My 'boyfriend' smokes quite a bit of marijuana," replies M, "but he also does a bit of E and sometimes LSD. I often join in with him when he does."
"I had some friends a few years ago that liked E," I say, "They used to talk about 'love-ey' E and 'dancey' E. The 'dancey' E was apparently good when you wanted to go to night clubs and dance all night, and the 'love-ey' E just made you want to cuddle each other, or something like that :-). But I never tried it. I was always worried about whether I trusted the dodgy looking people who supplied it!"
"Yes, you have to trust the people you get it from," replies M, "but having sex while on E is amazing! It would be nice to do it with you sometime :-)?"
I haven't ever had an opportunity like this before, and I find myself quite tempted, although I'm a bit nervous about the idea too.
"Are you suggesting tonight?" I ask M, curious to find out more.
"Actually, if you've never done it before, it would be best to do it somewhere that you're familiar with. Perhaps I can stay at your place sometime, and then we could do it there?"
"OK, that's a nice idea :-)."
We talk for ages, drinking a few glasses of wine, and looking out at the amazing view. While we're chatting, he shows me what the E tablets look like, and also shows me some LSD which he's got in the fridge. But we don't take anything.
After an hour or so, we both start to feel slightly tired, so eventually we make our way into the bedroom. We kiss and cuddle and play with each other etc, and when we're all done we fall asleep naked in each other's arms. The next morning we have breakfast together, and tentatively agree that M should stay the night with me at some point in the near future.
Since then M's 'boyfriend' has returned, so I haven't been able to visit him again in that stunning apartment. But we've exchanged a few txt msgs, although no further meetings have been arranged. At this stage I'm not sure whether I'll end up seeing M again or not. In any case, I certainly hope that he ends up getting a new boyfriend that can give him the love and attention that he deserves :-).
Friday, August 23, 2013
An enjoyable 24 hours
Shortly after I posted about the possibility of finding a new boyfriend via this blog, I received a cute email from a guy called R with the title "Boyfriend application! :-D". The email started as follows:
Hi GB,
So GB, I came across your blog post on 'Might I be able to find a boyfriend via this blog?'. I have been reading your blog for years now passively and always wanted to meet you but never thought it would be possible until now. I don't want you to dismiss me as I write no blog but I do have Gaydar and Facebook. I have no idea what type of men you go for but I get the feeling I am probably too young for you, having read your post as I have no idea how old you are!
In my post 'Might I be able to find a boyfriend via this blog?', I wanted anyone who was interested in meeting me to have a good idea about how I can find out a lot about them in advance of any meeting. Otherwise a meeting is unfair, because someone who's read my blog obviously knows a huge amount about me. So it was good that R had thought about that, because the last section of his email contained links to both his Gaydar and Facebook pages. I visit both pages and immediately see that he's a lovely looking Indian guy :-). However, he is quite a young guy, so I send him the following reply:
Hi R, thanks for your email :-).
Nice profiles, although as you suspected, if you were my boyfriend it would unfortunately break the N/2+7 rule that I mentioned in my recent post about moving on. However, I don't see any harm in meeting up at some point, because now that I'm single again, I think it's good to keep myself busy etc and I always enjoy chatting to new people :-).
All the best for now, GB xxx
It wasn't possible to meet up before I went on holiday to Italy, but on my return, I contact R again and we agree a day when we can meet up for dinner.
The day arrives and at around 9am in the morning, while I'm wondering what will happen when I meet R in the evening, a txt msg arrives from a Chinese guy that who'd contacted me via Jack'd about three weeks earlier. We hadn't ended up meeting each other when we'd been chatting previously, but for some reason, today the guy wants to try and meet me so I agree to meet him for a mid-morning coffee. We get on OK, although it turns out that he's got various things that he has to do that morning. However, he suggests that I accompany him on all his errands, so we spend around an hour wandering around together. He even ends up holding my hand at one point, ostensibly to stop me crossing the road in front of a car.
"Can I visit your place briefly?" he says, resurrecting a suggestion that was made during the mid-morning coffee, "it would be nice to see where you live :-)".
As he asks me the question, he's caressing my waist underneath my polo shirt, and as I turn round to face him he gives me a long sensual kiss on the lips, even though we're in public with lots of people around. Wow, although I've given guys little pecks on their cheeks in public places, I've never kissed like that in public before! With all the errands that he'd been doing, I'd hadn't been sure where everything was headed, but now I start to think that perhaps I'm going to get to know him better after all :-). We take a short tube ride to get to my house, and as soon as we get inside my front door we kiss each other again, this time much more deeply. I pour two glasses of orange juice, and sitting on my sofa to drink the juice and chat, he starts to rub me in my trouser region.
"So are you interested in dating me?" he asks, unbuttoning the waistband of my trousers and pulling the zip down.
"Errr, yes of course," I say, slightly distracted by what's going on downstairs, "you seem like a very genuine guy to me :-). But I only split up with my boyfriend a few weeks ago. At this stage I'm not going to commit to date anyone exclusively. In fact, I'm actually meeting another new guy for dinner tonight :-)."
He frowns, as though he was hoping for an exclusive dating commitment. However, he then suddenly reaches inside my undershorts and gets my willy out!
"I'm really looking for a boyfriend at the moment," he says, randomly caressing my willy as it hardens up, "and I don't want to waste my time with someone if they're not interested in me as a potential boyfriend."
"Let's go out for a nice dinner soon," I say, now almost completely distracted by what his hands are doing, "I think that's the next step, is that OK?"
"OK sure :-)," and with that he puts my now erect willy back in my trousers!
"Sorry to tease you," he continues, "but you know that I've got a lot to do today, so I really need to get going. This guy that you're meeting tonight, are you having a date with him?"
"Actually I'm not really sure how best to define it," I answer honestly, "although I suppose that it may turn out to be a date!"
A short while later, standing just inside my front door, we kiss each other deeply again. But then he opens the door and we say goodbye to each other. His manipulation of my trouser region was a bit bizarre and leaves me feeling mildly frustrated, although I decide not to finish off the job that he left undone!
A few hours later, and I'm in a taxi on my way to meet R. We'd exchanged a couple of txt msgs during the day to confirm all the details about when and where we're meeting. However, I deliberately hadn't sent him any pics or links to any of my online profiles, so that I could keep some mystery about what I look like until the last possible moment.
"Hi, I'm GB :-))," I say, walking up to R with a big smile on my face, "I hope you're not disappointed, now that you know what I look like in real life?"
"I thought you'd be probably dressed a bit smarter," replies R, looking me up and down, "since you're a banker!"
"I've been reading your blog on and off for years," he continues, as we walk towards the restaurant that he's booked, "so I had built up a mental image of you. The reality is different of course, but reasonably in line with what I was expecting :-)."
At first, conversation is a bit difficult, but it gradually becomes a bit easier as we get to know each other. Once seated in the restaurant, we order a bottle of wine, and soon we've ordered some food as well.
"You're a bit of a snob about wine, aren't you GB," says R with a grin on his face, "telling that waiter that the wines on the wine list are a bit 'young'!"
"I'm sorry," I answer defensively, "it's just that I keep a wine cellar at home that's got red wine that's much more mature than what's available here. But I'm just joking around, if mature wine had really been important I'd have suggested a different restaurant :-)."
To start with he's got quite a lot of questions for me, wanting me to fill in some of the details that I deliberately leave out of my blog posts.
"You never say what kind of activities you get up to!" says R, looking at me inquisitively.
"Well I'm not a fan of all that Top versus Bottom terminology," I answer, "because I'm far more interested in the guy's personality than what role he prefers for anal sex. Orgasms are great but they don't last very long. However, you can cuddle a nice guy all night :-)."
"I know what you mean!" answers R, "I'll try anything once, but sometimes it's the spooning that I'm really looking for :-)."
We take a long time over dinner, and as we gradually get some of the wine inside us, the conversation flows much more easily.
During the course of the evening, I get a couple of txt msgs from the Chinese guy that I had met for coffee in the morning. First it's simply
How is the guy
and I excuse myself briefly from chatting to R to send him an answer
Fine, having dinner now :-)
but then he asks:
U like him or it's OK or it's not ur type. Lol
What on earth is going on? I know that this guy held my willy briefly, but we've only spent about two hours in each other's company and he's asking questions like a jealous boyfriend.
"I met a guy from Jack'd for coffee this morning," I say to R, "and I told him that I was having dinner with someone tonight. I'm pretty sure that he wants to be my next boyfriend, because he seems to be worried in case I like you!"
"Wow, but how do you get all these guys falling for you?" asks R, with a bit of a jealous tone in his voice.
"Don't ask me, but I don't think I'm interested in guys like him. He's trying to rush into a relationship at a ridiculously fast pace, and it's VERY uncool!"
At several stages during dinner I notice that our knees are touching under the table, sometimes for quite long periods of time. That kind of touching can sometimes be the precursor to a lot more intimacy, and if either of us were straight we'd almost certainly change our position to avoid that kind of touching. However, as gay guys who're slowly becoming comfortable with each other, neither of us feels the need to behave like straight guys.
"I'll pay for dinner :-)," says R later, when it's time to leave.
"Oh you don't have to do that," I protest, "I'm more than happy to pay half, or all the bill …"
"No," interrupts R decisively, "I chose the restaurant so I'm going to pay!"
"OK, but shall we go for another drink somewhere?" I ask.
"Yes sure, that would be nice :-)"
"In which case, let me pay for the drinks at the next place!"
We find a nice bar just around the corner from the restaurant, which has great views of the river.
"I wonder if they do cocktails here?" I say out loud, as we find a table, "Perhaps mojitos would be nice? Anyway, what would you like to drink?"
"Surprise me!" answers R, "as I said earlier, I'll try anything once!"
"OK, let me go and see what they've got :-)."
It turns out that they don't do any cocktails, so I end up getting a bottle of Chablis.
"We don't need to drink it all," I say when I get back to the table, "after all, a bottle of wine each is quite a lot in one evening!"
"We're certainly both going to be a little drunk if we do," replies R, but he's smiling so he doesn't seem to care.
As the second bottle of slowly wine slips down, we find ourselves becoming slightly more touchy-feely with each other.
"You'd look good if you shaved your head," says R, rubbing my hair all over with one of his hands.
"I don't think that's my style," I say, "I've certainly never imagined myself with a shaved head."
"Well I think you'd look good anyway!"
And then, shortly afterwards:
"Why don't you grow your sideburns a bit longer?" and as he asks the question he strokes the side of my face where he's suggesting that I don't shave.
"I suppose I could do, but I guess I've just got used to having them short like this :-)."
Looking up, I smile and look into his eyes, and find that he's doing the same to me. No doubt all the wine has had an effect because our heads are suddenly quite close, and then it happens. We kiss each other deeply! Before today I'd never given another guy a proper kiss in public, but now I've done it twice, and with two different guys as well!! I look round but no one seems to notice, and if they have noticed, they certainly don't care.
"Would you like to see where I live?" I ask, smiling at him. I know that it might not be a good idea inviting a blog reader back home, but thanks to the wine, I don't care.
R nods his head and smiles at me.
"It would be nice to have someone to cuddle tonight :-)," I say still smiling, although I'm thinking that if I do get him into bed with me, I'll probably find it impossible not to touch his willy!
"Yes it would," answers R, "as you know, I do like spooning :-)".
Within half an hour, we've taken a taxi together and we're back at my house. I give him a small unused toothbrush to use, that I'd been given by an airline at some point when I'd been flying business class, and soon we've both used the bathroom and are climbing into bed wearing just our undershorts. Immediately R moves into a spooning position facing away from me, so I wrap my arms around him tightly around his chest and kiss him gently on the back of his neck.
"This is nice," I say quietly, "I really miss going to sleep cuddling a nice guy like you!"
We lay like that for a couple of minutes, with one of my arms resting under his neck and curling up to hold his chest, and the other arm lying on top of him and reaching down to hold his stomach. But I can't resist, here I am with a gorgeous young Indian man in my bed, and there's no reason why I can't try and take things a bit further! Slowly the arm that's lying on top and holding his stomach reaches further down to investigate what might be inside his undershorts.
"Mmmm :-)," I say, feeling the outline of his hardening equipment through his undershorts, "that feels very nice :-). Perhaps it would be even nicer to sleep without wearing our undershorts?"
I move to remove mine, and without a word, he does the same. Soon we're kissing and cuddling and starting to play with each other. We don't hurry, and nature gradually takes it course :-).
"I guess I was a bit naïve!" says R afterwards, "to think that we were just going to cuddle all night!"
But I don't feel at all guilty, because R was a very willing participant :-). We spend the rest of the night cuddling each other, with either my arms wrapped around him, or his arms wrapped around me, or cuddling each other face to face, or just lying by each other side by side gently touching one another.
"I'd be happy to date you," says R the next morning over breakfast, "if our ages were a bit closer."
"Well indeed," I reply smiling at him, "I think that's an accurate assessment of the way I feel about it too! But in any case, I hope we can be friends :-)."
He smiles back at me, but then I notice something.
"Oh no," I say, looking at my mobile phone, "I've got yet another text message from that persistent guy that I met for coffee yesterday morning!"
I send the persistent guy a bland reply while R goes to have a look in my wardrobe. He doesn't want to go to work wearing the same shirt as the day before, but luckily he manages to pick out a shirt of mine that fits him sufficiently well that it won't be obvious that he didn't go home last night.
"It's been good meeting you GB :-)," says R as he's leaving, "and have a good day!"
"You too!" I say, giving him a peck on the cheek, "take care :-)."
A little later, shortly before 9am, I hear my mobile phone ringing. I pick it up, and I'm amazed to see that it's the persistent guy that I met for coffee yesterday morning.
"… so did you sleep with him last night," the guy asks.
It's absolutely none of his business!
"But did you?" he asks again, after my first attempt to evade the question.
"But I thought you were a shy guy!" he says, once I've admitted the truth.
So as well as asking inappropriate questions, he's a bad judge of character too!
I manage to end the phone call after a couple of minutes, and then I reflect on everything that's happened over the last 24 hours. Overall it's been very enjoyable :-). I've given two different guys proper kisses in public for the first time. The gorgeous young Indian guy definitely more than made up for the intrusive behaviour of the guy that I met for coffee. But in one way it was also good to meet that guy for coffee. I now know that at least there's one guy out there who would be prepared to be my boyfriend!
Hi GB,
So GB, I came across your blog post on 'Might I be able to find a boyfriend via this blog?'. I have been reading your blog for years now passively and always wanted to meet you but never thought it would be possible until now. I don't want you to dismiss me as I write no blog but I do have Gaydar and Facebook. I have no idea what type of men you go for but I get the feeling I am probably too young for you, having read your post as I have no idea how old you are!
In my post 'Might I be able to find a boyfriend via this blog?', I wanted anyone who was interested in meeting me to have a good idea about how I can find out a lot about them in advance of any meeting. Otherwise a meeting is unfair, because someone who's read my blog obviously knows a huge amount about me. So it was good that R had thought about that, because the last section of his email contained links to both his Gaydar and Facebook pages. I visit both pages and immediately see that he's a lovely looking Indian guy :-). However, he is quite a young guy, so I send him the following reply:
Hi R, thanks for your email :-).
Nice profiles, although as you suspected, if you were my boyfriend it would unfortunately break the N/2+7 rule that I mentioned in my recent post about moving on. However, I don't see any harm in meeting up at some point, because now that I'm single again, I think it's good to keep myself busy etc and I always enjoy chatting to new people :-).
All the best for now, GB xxx
It wasn't possible to meet up before I went on holiday to Italy, but on my return, I contact R again and we agree a day when we can meet up for dinner.
The day arrives and at around 9am in the morning, while I'm wondering what will happen when I meet R in the evening, a txt msg arrives from a Chinese guy that who'd contacted me via Jack'd about three weeks earlier. We hadn't ended up meeting each other when we'd been chatting previously, but for some reason, today the guy wants to try and meet me so I agree to meet him for a mid-morning coffee. We get on OK, although it turns out that he's got various things that he has to do that morning. However, he suggests that I accompany him on all his errands, so we spend around an hour wandering around together. He even ends up holding my hand at one point, ostensibly to stop me crossing the road in front of a car.
"Can I visit your place briefly?" he says, resurrecting a suggestion that was made during the mid-morning coffee, "it would be nice to see where you live :-)".
As he asks me the question, he's caressing my waist underneath my polo shirt, and as I turn round to face him he gives me a long sensual kiss on the lips, even though we're in public with lots of people around. Wow, although I've given guys little pecks on their cheeks in public places, I've never kissed like that in public before! With all the errands that he'd been doing, I'd hadn't been sure where everything was headed, but now I start to think that perhaps I'm going to get to know him better after all :-). We take a short tube ride to get to my house, and as soon as we get inside my front door we kiss each other again, this time much more deeply. I pour two glasses of orange juice, and sitting on my sofa to drink the juice and chat, he starts to rub me in my trouser region.
"So are you interested in dating me?" he asks, unbuttoning the waistband of my trousers and pulling the zip down.
"Errr, yes of course," I say, slightly distracted by what's going on downstairs, "you seem like a very genuine guy to me :-). But I only split up with my boyfriend a few weeks ago. At this stage I'm not going to commit to date anyone exclusively. In fact, I'm actually meeting another new guy for dinner tonight :-)."
He frowns, as though he was hoping for an exclusive dating commitment. However, he then suddenly reaches inside my undershorts and gets my willy out!
"I'm really looking for a boyfriend at the moment," he says, randomly caressing my willy as it hardens up, "and I don't want to waste my time with someone if they're not interested in me as a potential boyfriend."
"Let's go out for a nice dinner soon," I say, now almost completely distracted by what his hands are doing, "I think that's the next step, is that OK?"
"OK sure :-)," and with that he puts my now erect willy back in my trousers!
"Sorry to tease you," he continues, "but you know that I've got a lot to do today, so I really need to get going. This guy that you're meeting tonight, are you having a date with him?"
"Actually I'm not really sure how best to define it," I answer honestly, "although I suppose that it may turn out to be a date!"
A short while later, standing just inside my front door, we kiss each other deeply again. But then he opens the door and we say goodbye to each other. His manipulation of my trouser region was a bit bizarre and leaves me feeling mildly frustrated, although I decide not to finish off the job that he left undone!
A few hours later, and I'm in a taxi on my way to meet R. We'd exchanged a couple of txt msgs during the day to confirm all the details about when and where we're meeting. However, I deliberately hadn't sent him any pics or links to any of my online profiles, so that I could keep some mystery about what I look like until the last possible moment.
"Hi, I'm GB :-))," I say, walking up to R with a big smile on my face, "I hope you're not disappointed, now that you know what I look like in real life?"
"I thought you'd be probably dressed a bit smarter," replies R, looking me up and down, "since you're a banker!"
"I've been reading your blog on and off for years," he continues, as we walk towards the restaurant that he's booked, "so I had built up a mental image of you. The reality is different of course, but reasonably in line with what I was expecting :-)."
At first, conversation is a bit difficult, but it gradually becomes a bit easier as we get to know each other. Once seated in the restaurant, we order a bottle of wine, and soon we've ordered some food as well.
"You're a bit of a snob about wine, aren't you GB," says R with a grin on his face, "telling that waiter that the wines on the wine list are a bit 'young'!""I'm sorry," I answer defensively, "it's just that I keep a wine cellar at home that's got red wine that's much more mature than what's available here. But I'm just joking around, if mature wine had really been important I'd have suggested a different restaurant :-)."
To start with he's got quite a lot of questions for me, wanting me to fill in some of the details that I deliberately leave out of my blog posts.
"You never say what kind of activities you get up to!" says R, looking at me inquisitively.
"Well I'm not a fan of all that Top versus Bottom terminology," I answer, "because I'm far more interested in the guy's personality than what role he prefers for anal sex. Orgasms are great but they don't last very long. However, you can cuddle a nice guy all night :-)."
"I know what you mean!" answers R, "I'll try anything once, but sometimes it's the spooning that I'm really looking for :-)."
We take a long time over dinner, and as we gradually get some of the wine inside us, the conversation flows much more easily.
During the course of the evening, I get a couple of txt msgs from the Chinese guy that I had met for coffee in the morning. First it's simply
How is the guy
and I excuse myself briefly from chatting to R to send him an answer
Fine, having dinner now :-)
but then he asks:
U like him or it's OK or it's not ur type. Lol
What on earth is going on? I know that this guy held my willy briefly, but we've only spent about two hours in each other's company and he's asking questions like a jealous boyfriend.
"I met a guy from Jack'd for coffee this morning," I say to R, "and I told him that I was having dinner with someone tonight. I'm pretty sure that he wants to be my next boyfriend, because he seems to be worried in case I like you!"
"Wow, but how do you get all these guys falling for you?" asks R, with a bit of a jealous tone in his voice.
"Don't ask me, but I don't think I'm interested in guys like him. He's trying to rush into a relationship at a ridiculously fast pace, and it's VERY uncool!"
At several stages during dinner I notice that our knees are touching under the table, sometimes for quite long periods of time. That kind of touching can sometimes be the precursor to a lot more intimacy, and if either of us were straight we'd almost certainly change our position to avoid that kind of touching. However, as gay guys who're slowly becoming comfortable with each other, neither of us feels the need to behave like straight guys.
"I'll pay for dinner :-)," says R later, when it's time to leave.
"Oh you don't have to do that," I protest, "I'm more than happy to pay half, or all the bill …"
"No," interrupts R decisively, "I chose the restaurant so I'm going to pay!"
"OK, but shall we go for another drink somewhere?" I ask.
"Yes sure, that would be nice :-)"
"In which case, let me pay for the drinks at the next place!"
We find a nice bar just around the corner from the restaurant, which has great views of the river.
"I wonder if they do cocktails here?" I say out loud, as we find a table, "Perhaps mojitos would be nice? Anyway, what would you like to drink?""Surprise me!" answers R, "as I said earlier, I'll try anything once!"
"OK, let me go and see what they've got :-)."
It turns out that they don't do any cocktails, so I end up getting a bottle of Chablis.
"We don't need to drink it all," I say when I get back to the table, "after all, a bottle of wine each is quite a lot in one evening!"
"We're certainly both going to be a little drunk if we do," replies R, but he's smiling so he doesn't seem to care.
As the second bottle of slowly wine slips down, we find ourselves becoming slightly more touchy-feely with each other.
"You'd look good if you shaved your head," says R, rubbing my hair all over with one of his hands.
"I don't think that's my style," I say, "I've certainly never imagined myself with a shaved head."
"Well I think you'd look good anyway!"
And then, shortly afterwards:
"Why don't you grow your sideburns a bit longer?" and as he asks the question he strokes the side of my face where he's suggesting that I don't shave.
"I suppose I could do, but I guess I've just got used to having them short like this :-)."
Looking up, I smile and look into his eyes, and find that he's doing the same to me. No doubt all the wine has had an effect because our heads are suddenly quite close, and then it happens. We kiss each other deeply! Before today I'd never given another guy a proper kiss in public, but now I've done it twice, and with two different guys as well!! I look round but no one seems to notice, and if they have noticed, they certainly don't care.
"Would you like to see where I live?" I ask, smiling at him. I know that it might not be a good idea inviting a blog reader back home, but thanks to the wine, I don't care.
R nods his head and smiles at me.
"It would be nice to have someone to cuddle tonight :-)," I say still smiling, although I'm thinking that if I do get him into bed with me, I'll probably find it impossible not to touch his willy!
"Yes it would," answers R, "as you know, I do like spooning :-)".
Within half an hour, we've taken a taxi together and we're back at my house. I give him a small unused toothbrush to use, that I'd been given by an airline at some point when I'd been flying business class, and soon we've both used the bathroom and are climbing into bed wearing just our undershorts. Immediately R moves into a spooning position facing away from me, so I wrap my arms around him tightly around his chest and kiss him gently on the back of his neck.
"This is nice," I say quietly, "I really miss going to sleep cuddling a nice guy like you!"
We lay like that for a couple of minutes, with one of my arms resting under his neck and curling up to hold his chest, and the other arm lying on top of him and reaching down to hold his stomach. But I can't resist, here I am with a gorgeous young Indian man in my bed, and there's no reason why I can't try and take things a bit further! Slowly the arm that's lying on top and holding his stomach reaches further down to investigate what might be inside his undershorts.
"Mmmm :-)," I say, feeling the outline of his hardening equipment through his undershorts, "that feels very nice :-). Perhaps it would be even nicer to sleep without wearing our undershorts?"
I move to remove mine, and without a word, he does the same. Soon we're kissing and cuddling and starting to play with each other. We don't hurry, and nature gradually takes it course :-).
"I guess I was a bit naïve!" says R afterwards, "to think that we were just going to cuddle all night!"
But I don't feel at all guilty, because R was a very willing participant :-). We spend the rest of the night cuddling each other, with either my arms wrapped around him, or his arms wrapped around me, or cuddling each other face to face, or just lying by each other side by side gently touching one another.
"I'd be happy to date you," says R the next morning over breakfast, "if our ages were a bit closer."
"Well indeed," I reply smiling at him, "I think that's an accurate assessment of the way I feel about it too! But in any case, I hope we can be friends :-)."
He smiles back at me, but then I notice something.
"Oh no," I say, looking at my mobile phone, "I've got yet another text message from that persistent guy that I met for coffee yesterday morning!"
I send the persistent guy a bland reply while R goes to have a look in my wardrobe. He doesn't want to go to work wearing the same shirt as the day before, but luckily he manages to pick out a shirt of mine that fits him sufficiently well that it won't be obvious that he didn't go home last night.
"It's been good meeting you GB :-)," says R as he's leaving, "and have a good day!"
"You too!" I say, giving him a peck on the cheek, "take care :-)."
A little later, shortly before 9am, I hear my mobile phone ringing. I pick it up, and I'm amazed to see that it's the persistent guy that I met for coffee yesterday morning.
"… so did you sleep with him last night," the guy asks.
It's absolutely none of his business!
"But did you?" he asks again, after my first attempt to evade the question.
"But I thought you were a shy guy!" he says, once I've admitted the truth.
So as well as asking inappropriate questions, he's a bad judge of character too!
I manage to end the phone call after a couple of minutes, and then I reflect on everything that's happened over the last 24 hours. Overall it's been very enjoyable :-). I've given two different guys proper kisses in public for the first time. The gorgeous young Indian guy definitely more than made up for the intrusive behaviour of the guy that I met for coffee. But in one way it was also good to meet that guy for coffee. I now know that at least there's one guy out there who would be prepared to be my boyfriend!
Friday, August 16, 2013
Activity report
Before I became boyfriends with ex-boyfriend T, long time readers of this blog will know that I used to enjoy finding a variety of guys to enjoy intimate moments with. In some ways, it was a kind of hobby of mine :-). However, the hobby gradually came to an end as my relationship with ex-boyfriend T deepened. From early January 2010 until last month when I split up with ex-boyfriend T, I was completely monogamous and faithful to him. That fact would probably astound some of my old readers if they haven't visited my blog since 2008, because back then, I used to do postings about how monogamy should not be a requirement for a successful gay relationship! In general, I still believe that that's true.
Different people find different ways of coping with the end of a domestic relationship. I have no intention of becoming a sad old guy who spends all of his time in gay saunas and cruising online, but nonetheless, for me I'm sure that trying to resurrect that my old hobby is a good way of moving on. I'm equally sure that for some guys it would be a bad thing to do. But in any case, finding two guys for fun on the same day, shortly after the split with ex-boyfriend T was, for me, very cathartic :-).
A few days after I met those two guys, I'm logged into Jack'd when suddenly a young guy send me a message wanting to meet up with me urgently. He's two stops away from me on the tube. Thirty minutes later he walks through my door, and ten minutes after that he leaves. A reasonable, albeit purely functional encounter!
However, a few days later, I find myself indulging in a much more interesting experience. I'm chatting to this guy on gaydar, who lives about twenty minutes' walk from me, when suddenly he asks me an interesting question:
Guy: do you mind if I get you naked, put a blindfold on you, and tie you up a bit?
How do you tie someone up "a bit"? Surely you're either tied up or you're not! In any case, that sounds a bit extreme to me.
GB: sorry m8, I'm not into bondage stuff
Guy: I just like to dom it about a bit, it’s a real turn on for me
GB: but I'm not a sub
GB: although perhaps a blindfold would be interesting
Guy: OK great, try the blindfold
So about half an hour later, I'm kissing this guy and we're both stripped down to our undershorts, when suddenly he's slipping a blindfold over my head! I don't resist, and I actually find the whole experience very horny, not knowing where the next titillation or whatever is going to come from. Needless to say, we both have a very satisfying time :-).
A couple of days after that another guy from gaydar, who's slightly older than me, ends up visiting me at home. But when I get him into my bedroom, I suddenly remember that there are a few potential problems meeting new guys like this, beyond the possibility of catching a STD. His breath doesn't smell that good :-|. He doesn't have really bad breath, but he does have slightly bad breath :-(. However, he seems like a genuine kind of chap, and since he's made a journey to visit me I can't bring myself to tell him that I can't go through with the encounter. So I avoid kissing him, and in terms of the rest we both reach a satisfactory conclusion. Afterwards, we end up talking:
"Wow, that was great :-)," says the guy while he's still lying there naked on my bed, "I think I could go again …"
But of course I'd rather not!
"Do you have a boyfriend or regular partner?" I ask, deliberately changing the subject.
"Actually," says the guy smiling, "I've been with my boyfriend for over twenty five years!"
"And does he know that you meet guys like me?"
"It's not a problem for us," he replies, "Neither of us do much NSA, but we both enjoy a bit of variety occasionally :-). I'll tell him that I met you later."
"I split up with my boyfriend a couple of weeks ago :-(," I say, "we'd been together for 4 years."
"Sorry to hear that," says the guy, "but a sexy guy like you won't have any problem finding a new boyfriend! But take your time, and make sure that you have a bit of fun for a few months first :-)."
That's a nice ego boost! We chat a bit more, but we both have other things to do, so after another five minutes or so he heads off.
My most recent encounter was with a cute Argentinian guy, which a happened a few days before I went on holiday with my sister and her family. Using the gaydar feature that shows how close other guys are, I'd worked out that he lives quite close to me, so I'd exchanged a few online messages with him. He was keen to meet me, but he seemed to have quite a busy diary. Eventually though, he was able to fit me into his schedule, so one morning he comes round to my house for a cup of coffee.
"I think you live quite close to me," I say, while we're chatting with each other on the sofa in my living room, "is that right?"
"Yes, it only took me fifteen minutes to walk here :-)," he replies.
Before the guy arrived, I'd been studying his profile on gaydar, trying to read between the lines to work out what kind of guy he is. None of the pics on his profile were at all cruisey. Coupled with everything else on his profile, it seemed completely implausible to me that he wouldn't already have a boyfriend, so it's time to find out whether my theory is correct or not.
"I bet that you live with your boyfriend, is that right?"
"Yes, how did you know?" asks the guy looking mildly impressed.
"Oh, I've been round the block a few times," I laugh, "and sometimes my intuition can be quite good at this kind of thing :-). I'd also bet that your boyfriend isn't entirely happy with you meeting other guys like this?"
When I looked at everything on this guy's profile, I'd simply guessed that it's a similar situation to the relationship that my colleague P has with his boyfriend D. And much to the dismay of my colleague P, D hasn't been faithful to him for ages!
"Well, actually we haven't discussed it," he replies. "Actually, I've got a big problem , because I still love him but we don't have any sexual contact anymore :-(. I'm not sure whether he's worked out that I meet other guys for fun or not. He knows that I've got quite a high sex drive, though, so he must have his suspicions …"
We're chatting to each other like old friends, which is mildly frustrating. Even though this guy has already got a boyfriend, I'd definitely like to get to know him better, because he's an attractive guy with a lovely personality too :-). And in any case, if he's going to be unfaithful anyway, it may as well be with me at least once!
I slowly move closer to him on the sofa, and then at an appropriate moment, I reach out to touch him on his arm. I leave my hand there, and he catches my eye, smiling.
"Actually, can I use your toilet?"
"Yes of course," I reply, and I tell him where to find it.
I decide to sit there on the sofa. He's finished his coffee, so when he comes back from the toilet, that'll be the natural point for him to leave if he wants to.
"That's better," he says sitting back down on the sofa, slightly closer to me than before.
Without saying anything, I simply put my hand back on his arm, and move towards him even more. He looks me in the eye and we kiss. Soon we're upstairs in my bedroom and we both have a good time!
"Don't you think you should discuss all this with your boyfriend?" I ask him afterwards.
"I really don't want to," he replies, sounding certain that it's not a good idea. "I've got a few friends who were in a similar situation, and once they'd discussed things properly with their boyfriends, they all ended up splitting up. I don't want that to happen to me."
I can't help thinking that one day they'll split up anyway, and perhaps it would be better for the two of them if it were to happen sooner rather than later. But in any case, it's not really any of my business.
Since my break-up with ex-boyfriend T, I can't help thinking that I've been lucky in that I've had a bit of fun with quite an interesting and diverse set of guys :-). It's nice to know that one day, when I'm ready, there are some nice guys out there who might make a nice boyfriend for me!
Different people find different ways of coping with the end of a domestic relationship. I have no intention of becoming a sad old guy who spends all of his time in gay saunas and cruising online, but nonetheless, for me I'm sure that trying to resurrect that my old hobby is a good way of moving on. I'm equally sure that for some guys it would be a bad thing to do. But in any case, finding two guys for fun on the same day, shortly after the split with ex-boyfriend T was, for me, very cathartic :-).
A few days after I met those two guys, I'm logged into Jack'd when suddenly a young guy send me a message wanting to meet up with me urgently. He's two stops away from me on the tube. Thirty minutes later he walks through my door, and ten minutes after that he leaves. A reasonable, albeit purely functional encounter!
However, a few days later, I find myself indulging in a much more interesting experience. I'm chatting to this guy on gaydar, who lives about twenty minutes' walk from me, when suddenly he asks me an interesting question:
Guy: do you mind if I get you naked, put a blindfold on you, and tie you up a bit?
How do you tie someone up "a bit"? Surely you're either tied up or you're not! In any case, that sounds a bit extreme to me.
GB: sorry m8, I'm not into bondage stuff
Guy: I just like to dom it about a bit, it’s a real turn on for me
GB: but I'm not a sub
GB: although perhaps a blindfold would be interesting
Guy: OK great, try the blindfold
So about half an hour later, I'm kissing this guy and we're both stripped down to our undershorts, when suddenly he's slipping a blindfold over my head! I don't resist, and I actually find the whole experience very horny, not knowing where the next titillation or whatever is going to come from. Needless to say, we both have a very satisfying time :-).
A couple of days after that another guy from gaydar, who's slightly older than me, ends up visiting me at home. But when I get him into my bedroom, I suddenly remember that there are a few potential problems meeting new guys like this, beyond the possibility of catching a STD. His breath doesn't smell that good :-|. He doesn't have really bad breath, but he does have slightly bad breath :-(. However, he seems like a genuine kind of chap, and since he's made a journey to visit me I can't bring myself to tell him that I can't go through with the encounter. So I avoid kissing him, and in terms of the rest we both reach a satisfactory conclusion. Afterwards, we end up talking:
"Wow, that was great :-)," says the guy while he's still lying there naked on my bed, "I think I could go again …"
But of course I'd rather not!
"Do you have a boyfriend or regular partner?" I ask, deliberately changing the subject.
"Actually," says the guy smiling, "I've been with my boyfriend for over twenty five years!"
"And does he know that you meet guys like me?"
"It's not a problem for us," he replies, "Neither of us do much NSA, but we both enjoy a bit of variety occasionally :-). I'll tell him that I met you later."
"I split up with my boyfriend a couple of weeks ago :-(," I say, "we'd been together for 4 years."
"Sorry to hear that," says the guy, "but a sexy guy like you won't have any problem finding a new boyfriend! But take your time, and make sure that you have a bit of fun for a few months first :-)."
That's a nice ego boost! We chat a bit more, but we both have other things to do, so after another five minutes or so he heads off.
My most recent encounter was with a cute Argentinian guy, which a happened a few days before I went on holiday with my sister and her family. Using the gaydar feature that shows how close other guys are, I'd worked out that he lives quite close to me, so I'd exchanged a few online messages with him. He was keen to meet me, but he seemed to have quite a busy diary. Eventually though, he was able to fit me into his schedule, so one morning he comes round to my house for a cup of coffee.
"I think you live quite close to me," I say, while we're chatting with each other on the sofa in my living room, "is that right?"
"Yes, it only took me fifteen minutes to walk here :-)," he replies.
Before the guy arrived, I'd been studying his profile on gaydar, trying to read between the lines to work out what kind of guy he is. None of the pics on his profile were at all cruisey. Coupled with everything else on his profile, it seemed completely implausible to me that he wouldn't already have a boyfriend, so it's time to find out whether my theory is correct or not.
"I bet that you live with your boyfriend, is that right?"
"Yes, how did you know?" asks the guy looking mildly impressed.
"Oh, I've been round the block a few times," I laugh, "and sometimes my intuition can be quite good at this kind of thing :-). I'd also bet that your boyfriend isn't entirely happy with you meeting other guys like this?"
When I looked at everything on this guy's profile, I'd simply guessed that it's a similar situation to the relationship that my colleague P has with his boyfriend D. And much to the dismay of my colleague P, D hasn't been faithful to him for ages!
"Well, actually we haven't discussed it," he replies. "Actually, I've got a big problem , because I still love him but we don't have any sexual contact anymore :-(. I'm not sure whether he's worked out that I meet other guys for fun or not. He knows that I've got quite a high sex drive, though, so he must have his suspicions …"
We're chatting to each other like old friends, which is mildly frustrating. Even though this guy has already got a boyfriend, I'd definitely like to get to know him better, because he's an attractive guy with a lovely personality too :-). And in any case, if he's going to be unfaithful anyway, it may as well be with me at least once!
I slowly move closer to him on the sofa, and then at an appropriate moment, I reach out to touch him on his arm. I leave my hand there, and he catches my eye, smiling.
"Actually, can I use your toilet?"
"Yes of course," I reply, and I tell him where to find it.
I decide to sit there on the sofa. He's finished his coffee, so when he comes back from the toilet, that'll be the natural point for him to leave if he wants to.
"That's better," he says sitting back down on the sofa, slightly closer to me than before.
Without saying anything, I simply put my hand back on his arm, and move towards him even more. He looks me in the eye and we kiss. Soon we're upstairs in my bedroom and we both have a good time!
"Don't you think you should discuss all this with your boyfriend?" I ask him afterwards.
"I really don't want to," he replies, sounding certain that it's not a good idea. "I've got a few friends who were in a similar situation, and once they'd discussed things properly with their boyfriends, they all ended up splitting up. I don't want that to happen to me."
I can't help thinking that one day they'll split up anyway, and perhaps it would be better for the two of them if it were to happen sooner rather than later. But in any case, it's not really any of my business.
Since my break-up with ex-boyfriend T, I can't help thinking that I've been lucky in that I've had a bit of fun with quite an interesting and diverse set of guys :-). It's nice to know that one day, when I'm ready, there are some nice guys out there who might make a nice boyfriend for me!
Saturday, August 03, 2013
Trying to move on ...
A couple of days after I split up with ex-boyfriend T, I have dinner with my friend Close Encounters in Soho. I get to the restaurant first, but I don't have to wait long before he arrives:
"So sorry to hear your news about ex-boyfriend T," he says as he sits down at the table, "how are you feeling now?"
"A bit lost," I say honestly, "anyway, how are you?"
"You know what they say, don't you?" says Close Encounters, ignoring my question, "You can't get over anyone until you've been under someone!"
"I haven't heard it expressed like that before," I chuckle, "but it's a good point!"
"But will I still remember how to find guys online?" I ask, with a hint of desperation in my voice.
"I'm sure you will!" replies Close Encounters confidently.
"Yes I suppose I will," I answer, echoing his confidence in my voice now, "after all, I managed to get a nice European guy from gaydar to visit me at home this afternoon :-)."
At hearing this news Close Encounters bursts into laughter.
"Seems like the old GB is back in business after all!" he says grinning, "but don't forget that apart from web sites like gaydar, phone apps like Grindr and Jack'd which work off your current location are also popular."
"Maybe that explains it," I say cryptically.
"Explains what?"
"Well, this afternoon I got the impression that the average age on gaydar has increased in line with my own age! A bit sad really, because it suggests that the majority of gaydar users spend their whole lives cruising on the web site, and never end up in a relationship. And perhaps the younger guys are mostly on the new mobile apps?"
A few hours later, I'm back home and I've managed to get Jack'd installed and configured with a simple profile, including a couple of recent pics. Jack'd is a bit primitive, lacking the features and sophistication of web sites like gaydar, but on the plus side there seem to be a lot of guys online so I guess the features that it does have must be adequate. I try sending a few messages, and I even get a couple of replies, but no opportunities to meet up with anyone materializes. I'm about to go to bed, when suddenly I realize that a guy (who turns out to be called L) has initiated a conversation and sent me a message:
L: Nice pics
I check out L's profile and he looks lovely, although perhaps a bit young to be a boyfriend of mine. In my mind, I always remember my boss's N/2+7 rule.
GB: Thanks. I'm new to Jack'd, but a friend recommended it over dinner tonight. Are you near me?
L: I'm based in Soho, fancy popping over?
Wow, this app IS good :-). And even if he's too young to be a boyfriend of mine, there's no harm visiting him to find out whether we want to get to know each other a bit better! Having come back home from dinner in Soho earlier in the evening, within ten minutes I'm heading back to Soho in a taxi to visit him in his apartment.
"It's GB," I say into the door entry system, "can I come up?"
I look up at the sky, because it seems to be trying to rain. "Come on," I think, "I don't want to get wet!", but almost immediately I hear the door make a buzzing sound and I push it open. As I walk up the stairs, I hear the sound of a door opening, and walking round a couple of corners I suddenly I spot L peering round his door.
"Hi, thanks for inviting me over :-)," I say smiling, trying to break the ice.
"Thanks for coming!" replies L, smiling back.
As I walk through the door into his apartment, I instinctively put my hand up to caress him gently on his shoulder, and I smile as I look into his eyes. Maybe I can remember how to do all this! Touching the other guy helps to break the ice even more, and reduces the possibility that we'll both just sit there chatting, feeling too uneasy to take things any further.
The apartment is quite small, with a sofa-bed in the main living area that's already been made up into a bed, and with a kitchen tucked in at the back away from the windows.
"Do you want something to drink," asks L casually, "although I'm not sure what I've got!"
He looks in the fridge, and after a short discussion, we both settle for a glass of orange juice.
"So where are you from?" I ask, as we sit down on the sofa-bed. I take off my shoes and socks to make myself more comfortable, and soon we're both lying back and chatting easily.
"Well I was brought up in the English countryside," replies L, "but both my parents are ethnically Asian."
He tells me what the background of each of his parents is, and it turns out that they're originally from different parts of Asia. I start laughing.
"Amazing," I say grinning, "your father the same ethnic background as my recent ex, and your mother has the same ethnic background as my ex-boyfriend before him!"
"Oh, sorry to bring back bad memories," says L defensively.
"No, I've got lots of happy memories of both," I reply, "and it certainly wasn't the ethnicity that caused the relationships to end!"
We're now lying quite close to each other on the sofa-bed, and while we chat, I occasionally put my hand out to touch his arm or hand at what seem like appropriate points in the conversation. Our legs occasionally touch too. But he's holding a cushion in his lap in front of him, which seems like defensive body language, so perhaps the evening won't have the conclusion that I'm hoping for.
Soon L finishes his orange juice, and reaches round to find somewhere to put the empty glass, and I spot an opportunity. I reach over him to place my glass on the same shelf, and with the extra closeness that comes from this manoeuvre, we start kissing each other.
"Err, why don't we make ourselves more comfortable," says L after several minutes of kissing and cuddling and wandering hands.
I get up off the sofa-bed to take off my trousers, and when I turn round, L is standing there completely naked with an enormous erection between his legs. Removing my undershorts too, it becomes clear that I'm equally excited and jumping back onto the sofa-bed, nature takes its course :-).
"Shall we have a bit of a cuddle?" I ask L after we've cleaned ourselves up, "I'm not in any hurry."
"Yes of course :-)" replies L smiling at me, and soon we're both lying there feeling very satisfied, with L's naked body nestling into mine as I wrap my arms around him and relax with my head on a pillow. The rain that seemed imminent just as I was arriving is now beating down quite heavily outside, but we just lie there feeling safe in each other's company, enjoying the moment. Even so, occasionally a tear creeps into my eye, as I lie there thinking about all the good times that I had with ex-boyfriend T.
Eventually the rain stops and it seems like time to go home. We talk about the possibility of meeting again while I'm putting my clothes on, and as I'm leaving I give him a quick peck on his lips.
"Really nice to meet you," I say, "and perhaps see you again :-)?"
The rain has made the streets outside feel very fresh, and I wander towards Oxford Street looking for a taxi. Although I miss ex-boyfriend T enormously, at least two encounters in one day is a small start at trying to move on.
"So sorry to hear your news about ex-boyfriend T," he says as he sits down at the table, "how are you feeling now?"
"A bit lost," I say honestly, "anyway, how are you?"
"You know what they say, don't you?" says Close Encounters, ignoring my question, "You can't get over anyone until you've been under someone!"
"I haven't heard it expressed like that before," I chuckle, "but it's a good point!"
"But will I still remember how to find guys online?" I ask, with a hint of desperation in my voice.
"I'm sure you will!" replies Close Encounters confidently.
"Yes I suppose I will," I answer, echoing his confidence in my voice now, "after all, I managed to get a nice European guy from gaydar to visit me at home this afternoon :-)."
At hearing this news Close Encounters bursts into laughter.
"Seems like the old GB is back in business after all!" he says grinning, "but don't forget that apart from web sites like gaydar, phone apps like Grindr and Jack'd which work off your current location are also popular."
"Maybe that explains it," I say cryptically.
"Explains what?"
"Well, this afternoon I got the impression that the average age on gaydar has increased in line with my own age! A bit sad really, because it suggests that the majority of gaydar users spend their whole lives cruising on the web site, and never end up in a relationship. And perhaps the younger guys are mostly on the new mobile apps?"
A few hours later, I'm back home and I've managed to get Jack'd installed and configured with a simple profile, including a couple of recent pics. Jack'd is a bit primitive, lacking the features and sophistication of web sites like gaydar, but on the plus side there seem to be a lot of guys online so I guess the features that it does have must be adequate. I try sending a few messages, and I even get a couple of replies, but no opportunities to meet up with anyone materializes. I'm about to go to bed, when suddenly I realize that a guy (who turns out to be called L) has initiated a conversation and sent me a message:L: Nice pics
I check out L's profile and he looks lovely, although perhaps a bit young to be a boyfriend of mine. In my mind, I always remember my boss's N/2+7 rule.
GB: Thanks. I'm new to Jack'd, but a friend recommended it over dinner tonight. Are you near me?
L: I'm based in Soho, fancy popping over?
Wow, this app IS good :-). And even if he's too young to be a boyfriend of mine, there's no harm visiting him to find out whether we want to get to know each other a bit better! Having come back home from dinner in Soho earlier in the evening, within ten minutes I'm heading back to Soho in a taxi to visit him in his apartment.
"It's GB," I say into the door entry system, "can I come up?"
I look up at the sky, because it seems to be trying to rain. "Come on," I think, "I don't want to get wet!", but almost immediately I hear the door make a buzzing sound and I push it open. As I walk up the stairs, I hear the sound of a door opening, and walking round a couple of corners I suddenly I spot L peering round his door.
"Hi, thanks for inviting me over :-)," I say smiling, trying to break the ice.
"Thanks for coming!" replies L, smiling back.
As I walk through the door into his apartment, I instinctively put my hand up to caress him gently on his shoulder, and I smile as I look into his eyes. Maybe I can remember how to do all this! Touching the other guy helps to break the ice even more, and reduces the possibility that we'll both just sit there chatting, feeling too uneasy to take things any further.
The apartment is quite small, with a sofa-bed in the main living area that's already been made up into a bed, and with a kitchen tucked in at the back away from the windows.
"Do you want something to drink," asks L casually, "although I'm not sure what I've got!"
He looks in the fridge, and after a short discussion, we both settle for a glass of orange juice.
"So where are you from?" I ask, as we sit down on the sofa-bed. I take off my shoes and socks to make myself more comfortable, and soon we're both lying back and chatting easily.
"Well I was brought up in the English countryside," replies L, "but both my parents are ethnically Asian."
He tells me what the background of each of his parents is, and it turns out that they're originally from different parts of Asia. I start laughing.
"Amazing," I say grinning, "your father the same ethnic background as my recent ex, and your mother has the same ethnic background as my ex-boyfriend before him!"
"Oh, sorry to bring back bad memories," says L defensively.
"No, I've got lots of happy memories of both," I reply, "and it certainly wasn't the ethnicity that caused the relationships to end!"
We're now lying quite close to each other on the sofa-bed, and while we chat, I occasionally put my hand out to touch his arm or hand at what seem like appropriate points in the conversation. Our legs occasionally touch too. But he's holding a cushion in his lap in front of him, which seems like defensive body language, so perhaps the evening won't have the conclusion that I'm hoping for.
Soon L finishes his orange juice, and reaches round to find somewhere to put the empty glass, and I spot an opportunity. I reach over him to place my glass on the same shelf, and with the extra closeness that comes from this manoeuvre, we start kissing each other.
"Err, why don't we make ourselves more comfortable," says L after several minutes of kissing and cuddling and wandering hands.
I get up off the sofa-bed to take off my trousers, and when I turn round, L is standing there completely naked with an enormous erection between his legs. Removing my undershorts too, it becomes clear that I'm equally excited and jumping back onto the sofa-bed, nature takes its course :-).
"Shall we have a bit of a cuddle?" I ask L after we've cleaned ourselves up, "I'm not in any hurry."
"Yes of course :-)" replies L smiling at me, and soon we're both lying there feeling very satisfied, with L's naked body nestling into mine as I wrap my arms around him and relax with my head on a pillow. The rain that seemed imminent just as I was arriving is now beating down quite heavily outside, but we just lie there feeling safe in each other's company, enjoying the moment. Even so, occasionally a tear creeps into my eye, as I lie there thinking about all the good times that I had with ex-boyfriend T.
Eventually the rain stops and it seems like time to go home. We talk about the possibility of meeting again while I'm putting my clothes on, and as I'm leaving I give him a quick peck on his lips.
"Really nice to meet you," I say, "and perhaps see you again :-)?"
The rain has made the streets outside feel very fresh, and I wander towards Oxford Street looking for a taxi. Although I miss ex-boyfriend T enormously, at least two encounters in one day is a small start at trying to move on.
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Black tie
Earlier this year, I'm chatting to a guy on gaydar, and I'm thinking about visiting him for some fun. We've exchanged pics and he said that he thought that I was very handsome :-). From my point of view, I think that he's got a great profile too. We've also agreed the potential activities! It should now just be a question of getting his address and exchanging contact details.GB: so would you like me to visit you mate?
Guy: yes, but can I ask u a question
GB: sure
Guy: do u mind dressing smart for me
GB: I suppose not, how smart?
Guy: as smart as u can go please. Shirt and tie, or suit, or dinner jacket and black tie?
In the past I've been asked to visit guys while wearing my gym kit, and I can also recall being asked to wear a baseball cap. I've been asked to do role play, I been invited round for fun by a rock star, and I've been paid to wank off in front of another guy. But until now, I've never been asked to wear a dinner jacket!
GB: actually I do have a dinner jacket
Guy: WOW, do u mind wearing it for me
GB: I suppose not
GB: but I do like to get naked!
Guy: OK but u don't have to get naked immediately
GB: true
Actually, I've always thought that black tie makes all men look completely desirable :-). Well, most men anyway! None the less, I'd never think of asking a guy from gaydar to wear black tie for me.
We agree all the important details, so I tell the guy that it'll take me about 40 minutes to get to him. Upstairs it doesn’t take me long to find my wing collar shirt, change into my dinner jacket, and tie my bow tie. Outside I find a taxi quite quickly, and although I sit back and try to look like I want to mind my own business, the taxi driver starts chatting to me.
"Going anywhere special?" asks the cabbie making idle conversation, noticing that I'm looking smart and gorgeous.
"Just going to visit a friend," I reply casually.
I usually enjoy chatting to taxi drivers, but on this occasion I hope that he doesn't pursue the subject. Telling him that I've dressed up to have a shag with a dinner jacket fetishist that I've never met before seems somewhat inappropriate, and lying would take more effort that I feel like devoting to the conversation.
"So is it going to be a late night then?"
"Depends ..." I answer truthfully, "and you?"
"Oh, I've just started. You're only my second job!"
"That's a 'Yes' then!"
We don't talk much more and after about a quarter of an hour, I'm in a lift in a smart apartment block in an expensive central area of London. Soon I'm knocking on the door and almost immediately it's opened by a smart looking guy who's also dressed in a dinner jacket.
"Hey, come in :-)," he says, with a broad grin on his face. Face to face I think he looks even better than he did in his profile pics :-).
"Thanks," I say smiling back, walking past him while he closes the door, "where do you want me?"
"First door on the right!"
I enter the room first and turn round to face him. Straight away, he puts his arms round my waist and leans forward to give me a slow kiss.
"Mmmm, that's a nice welcome :-)."
"Well you're a nice guy," he says, with a huge smile on his face, "can I fix you a drink?"
"Errrr," I hesitate. I'm not sure. It would be nice to have a drink with this guy, but then I feel the need to get to know him better and having a drink first would delay that!
"Are you having one?" I ask, putting my arms round his waist too.
He looks at me, kisses me again, and smiles.
"I know what we'll do," he says decisively, leaning back to take a good look at me, "let's have sex first!"
It's great to meet a guy like me who knows what he wants! We kiss each other a bit more and soon we're reaching down to see whether we can find anything interesting in each other's trousers.
"Come on," he says while I'm rubbing him gently downstairs, "let's go into the bedroom next door!"
Inside the bedroom, I take off my shoes, and I'm about to take off my trousers too when he interrupts me.
"Can you leave those on for now?"
"OK I guess :-)."
"But open your flies and make your dick accessible!"
More plain talking :-). He closes the curtains, and when he walks back to face me, I can see that his dick is poking straight up out of his trousers too!
We kiss a bit more but soon he pulls me down to lie on the bed with him.
"Have you ever done this before wearing a dinner jacket?" he asks.
"No!"
"Everyone has to have their first time!"
After a bit more kissing and fondling, he finally lets me take off my trousers.
"Here, let me wrap this round you," he says putting a pleated cummerbund round my waist. "Now I can tuck your shirt tails up out of the way! See?"
Incredible! Above the cummerbund I've got my dinner jacket on and it's still looking good, with white shirt unruffled and with my bow tie still tied. But below the cummerbund I'm completely nude. I'll never be able to think of a cummerbund in the same way again!
He takes his trousers off too, and quickly we get back to business. But we're not in any hurry so gradually things take their natural course, and eventually we're cleaning ourselves up.
"Would you like that drink now?" he asks.
"Actually just a glass of water would be great!"
"Or I could make some fresh fruit juice, would you like that?"
"OK sure, that would be great too :-)." Fresh fruit juice sounds nice so I figure that I can do without my customary glass of water!
"So do you have a boyfriend?" he asks while he's making the fruit juice.
"No, but there's a couple of guys that I'm dating," I answer, "what about you?"
"Actually I do have a boyfriend, but he's away on business at the moment."
"Does he know what you get up to while he's away?"
"No! But we've been together for over ten years."
"Wow," I answer, not at all surprised by his carefree attitude to infidelity. "Actually until a couple of years ago I'd been with my boyfriend for eighteen years, but unfortunately we ended up splitting up :-(."
"So do you have regulars?" he asks me, changing the subject.
"Yes, a few! You?"
"Yeah, I've got a few fuckbuddies :-). Actually, the reason that I was online this evening was that two of my regulars let me down today. I like to have a bit of entertainment lined up when my boyfriend is away! But one guy's got flu or something, and the other's suddenly got too much work :-(."
I don't mind being third choice for the evening. It was certainly interesting dressing up.
"Actually," he continues, "I think you might like one of my fuckbuddies. Let's go over to my laptop and I'll show you!"
Over on his laptop, he's still logged into a web site that I don't recognise. He brings up a couple of profiles of other guys, and in their profile pics they're both wearing suits.
"What web site is that?" I ask.
"It's Recon, haven't you ever heard of it?"
"Errr no, actually, is it any good?"
"Yeah, it's very good if you've got a particular fetish :-)," he replies, "because that's how everyone gets categorised."
He clicks a few buttons, and brings a list of all the guys based in London who're currently logged on.
"See, I'm a suit fetishist, but there's a leather guy, that guy is into bondage, and so on. It really helps you meet guys who're into the same thing as you. I was lucky tonight meeting you on gaydar. For a guy like me, gaydar is a bit hit and miss."
"So do you always do it in a suit?" I ask, fascinated by what I'm hearing.
"No, not always. For example, there's a guy who lives near you that I visit sometimes. We're not really compatible, but he's really huge. So every now and then, I just can't resist going round to play with his massive cock!"
We chat a bit more about various things, but eventually it seems like time to go. It's interesting talking to guys like that, but I don't think I'll ever be so exclusively into any one particular fetish. Instead of fantasising about suits or rubber or leather or being tied up or feet or whatever, I'm more into the guys themselves!
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Wanking
The sexual habits of the human male continue to amaze me. A couple of months ago, I'm logged into gaydar as GB, and I get chatting to one of the guys who'd sent me a "Dear GB" email a few months previously:
GB : so are u meeting many guys from here?
guy: no, not really
GB: I think u should make an effort, and try meeting a few guys :-)
guy: i suppose
GB: and then if u like each other, u can have a bit of *fun* with each other even if u don't think he'd make a good bf!
guy: hehe
GB: anyway, if u don't meet other guys, what do u do when u feel horny
guy: I wank quite a lot
GB: fair enuf, actually I still enjoy that sometimes :-)
GB: how often do you wank?
guy: 6 times a day
GB: you're joking ...
guy: well not every day, but I'll often do it that much, honest
I've always enjoyed wanking when there's nothing better available, although the frequency with which I do it has gradually declined as I've got older. However, even when I was a teenager I can't ever remember wanking 6 times in a day, and this guy is around 30 years old!
The discussion on gaydar reminded me about an Indian guy, who's in his very early 20's, who's been visiting me occasionally over the past nine months or so. The first time he visited me, I was in for a surprise. We'd just got naked with each other and I reach down to feel him and as expected, he's nice and hard :-). So I give him a few playful tugs, up and down, but then
"Oh, errr, keep going ..."
and even though we've only just started to get to play around, he came. And there was a lot of it that came out too!
"Wow," I say not really knowing what to say, "that was quick!"
"Sorry!" replies the guy, sheepishly.
"Oh don't worry, it doesn't matter at all :-)," I say, trying to put the guy at ease, "I'm just amazed that's all! When was the last time you came?"
"Probably a couple of weeks ago."
"Really? Why so long ago??" I ask, "Don't you wank???"
"Sometimes, but not much!"
Given that this guy came so much and so easily, surely it can't be healthy for him not to wank more often, especially his young age? But for the guy who's 30, surely it can't be healthy to regularly do it 6 times a day?
If I'm right that it's healthy for adults to cum regularly, I find myself wondering whether wanking is sufficient, or whether there's any health benefit to activities with other guys. Of course it's more fun with another guy, but if one just wants to stay healthy then perhaps wanking is sufficient?
Lastly on this subject, while using google in connection with this post, I found this page which lists euphemisms for wanking. I've never seen such a long list of expressions, with many that I'd never heard of before. Such as filling up the belly button well, which I guess is my new favourite term for it!
Anyway, if any readers have any thoughts on these matters then it would be very interesting to hear them :-).
GB : so are u meeting many guys from here?
guy: no, not really
GB: I think u should make an effort, and try meeting a few guys :-)
guy: i suppose
GB: and then if u like each other, u can have a bit of *fun* with each other even if u don't think he'd make a good bf!
guy: hehe
GB: anyway, if u don't meet other guys, what do u do when u feel horny
guy: I wank quite a lot
GB: fair enuf, actually I still enjoy that sometimes :-)
GB: how often do you wank?
guy: 6 times a day
GB: you're joking ...
guy: well not every day, but I'll often do it that much, honest
I've always enjoyed wanking when there's nothing better available, although the frequency with which I do it has gradually declined as I've got older. However, even when I was a teenager I can't ever remember wanking 6 times in a day, and this guy is around 30 years old!The discussion on gaydar reminded me about an Indian guy, who's in his very early 20's, who's been visiting me occasionally over the past nine months or so. The first time he visited me, I was in for a surprise. We'd just got naked with each other and I reach down to feel him and as expected, he's nice and hard :-). So I give him a few playful tugs, up and down, but then
"Oh, errr, keep going ..."
and even though we've only just started to get to play around, he came. And there was a lot of it that came out too!
"Wow," I say not really knowing what to say, "that was quick!"
"Sorry!" replies the guy, sheepishly.
"Oh don't worry, it doesn't matter at all :-)," I say, trying to put the guy at ease, "I'm just amazed that's all! When was the last time you came?"
"Probably a couple of weeks ago."
"Really? Why so long ago??" I ask, "Don't you wank???"
"Sometimes, but not much!"
Given that this guy came so much and so easily, surely it can't be healthy for him not to wank more often, especially his young age? But for the guy who's 30, surely it can't be healthy to regularly do it 6 times a day?
If I'm right that it's healthy for adults to cum regularly, I find myself wondering whether wanking is sufficient, or whether there's any health benefit to activities with other guys. Of course it's more fun with another guy, but if one just wants to stay healthy then perhaps wanking is sufficient?
Lastly on this subject, while using google in connection with this post, I found this page which lists euphemisms for wanking. I've never seen such a long list of expressions, with many that I'd never heard of before. Such as filling up the belly button well, which I guess is my new favourite term for it!
Anyway, if any readers have any thoughts on these matters then it would be very interesting to hear them :-).
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Nighttime fun with a cute Arabic guy
One night last weekend I find it hard to get to sleep. I'd spent the day with my friend T, but unfortunately on this occasion he can't stay with me overnight. Lying alone in bed, I start thinking about wholesome activities with other guys, which can often act as a natural sedative. So in the small hours of the morning, I decide to log onto gaydar to see if I can find any guys who'd be interested in helping me cure my insomnia!
Soon I'm chatting to a nice Arabic guy and things seem to be going well. He'd prefer me to visit him, which works fine for me because I usually travel around London in taxis and at this time of night taxis are easy to find.
GB: ok, so I'll visit you m8 :-), what's your postcode?
guy: actually im staying at friends place so cant give it out
GB: ahhh, so you don't know it, pity, it makes it much easier to work out where you are
guy: i do know it but not comfortable giving it out
guy: ill give u directions when u get here
guy: dont worry
guy: trust me
How disappointing :-(. In principal I am prepared to travel to meet this guy, even though it's the middle of the night, but I much prefer knowing exactly where I'm going before setting off. After all, I've got no idea who this guy is, and whether he's genuine or not. But thinking about this guy's point of view, I'm not sure that it makes sense.
GB: well m8, how can I visit you if you won't tell me the address
GB: even if you don't tell me the address now, if I visit you I'll end up knowing it anyway!
guy: lol
GB: so now it's my turn to say ...
GB: don't worry
GB: trust me
GB : LOL
guy: lol
So at least this guy understands the lunacy of his position!
guy: if u visit me what will u wear
GB: clothes I guess! Until I get there anyway hehe
GB: what would you like me to wear?
guy: im really into guys in suits, or wearing sports kit
GB: I suppose I could wear my gym kit for you, would you like that?
guy: yeah would be good
guy: but wear something over ur shorts so u dont stand out
Gradually, I find myself being talked into dressing up in my gym kit and jumping into a taxi in the middle of the night to visit a guy who won't even tell me his exact address! But I have a good feeling about this guy, so I decide to trust him after all :-). Of course, he does give me a very good idea of where he lives, and he is prepared to give me his mobile phone number too. So shortly after 1:30am I set off to find a taxi, dressed in my gym kit with trousers on top of my shorts and a light summer coat.
It takes me about 15 minutes by taxi to reach the location from where the guy wants me to phone him.
"Hi, I'm here :-)," I say into my mobile phone, relieved that he's answered. On more than one occasion in the past in similar situations I've been left stranded! "So where do I go?"
"OK great, now let me see ... turn around."
"Um ok ..."
"Not that far, turn back a bit!"
"Can you see me then?" I say, asking the obvious.
"Yes of course, you're very close to me now! So if you come up to the door of that apartment block in front of you I'll let you in :-)."
It turns out to be a very smart apartment block, so no wonder he was a bit cautious about who he invites inside. Looking at the numbers of the apartments listed on the wall of the lift, each floor seems to be a single apartment! Soon I'm knocking on his door, which opens almost immediately.
"Hi, come in," he says quietly, beaming a very relaxed smile at me.
Face to face he looks just as cute as he did in his online pics. He beckons me into the main room, but I pause in the entrance area to take off my coat, my shoes and my trousers!
"Do you want a drink of something?"
"Sure, what are you having?"
"Red wine?"
"Great :-)!"
When I enter the room, I'm just wearing my gym shorts, with a white singlet and white socks. As I approach him he's in the middle of pouring a couple of glasses of wine, so I walk up to him and just give him a quick peck on his lips.
"Hmmm, nice," he says looking me up and down before leaning forwards to kiss me properly. Gently, he rubs the back of my upper left arm with his free hand.
Breaking away from the kiss, he finishes pouring the wine, before handing me one of the glasses. I sit down in the middle of the sofa, expecting him to sit next to me, but he takes a seat on a chair at one end. That's no good, I think, so quickly I move myself up to the end of the sofa so that I'm sitting right next to him. Looking around the room, it's very elegant, and furnished with lots of expensive looking items.
It turns out that he's very easy to talk to. He tells me that he works for an Arabic company based in the Gulf, and as a result he spends some of his time in Bahrain and some in London.
"What about you?" he asks.
"Oh, nothing as glamorous as that," I reply coyly, looking deep into his eyes, "I've got what seems to be regarded as an evil job these days, because I work for a bank!"
Wondering how long it will be before we get down to business, I rub him lightly on his forearm, which is within easy reaching distance. He looks me and smiles, and no doubt sees the desire in my eyes because he suddenly jumps out of his chair and onto the sofa. Straddling my knees by putting his knees either side of mine, he places his hands on my shoulders and pins me down. Wow, I think, these Arabic guys are real animals :-). But I willingly succumb, and soon he's kissing me deeply.
"Mmmm," I murmur coming up for breath, "that's very nice :-)."
I can see something hard flopping around in his undershorts, but I don't want to be too obvious so I move my hands round and rub him up and down his back underneath his T-shirt.
Gradually we start getting to know each other a bit better. Before too long I lift his T-shirt over his head. Soon I start feeling him, first on the outside, and then rubbing his leg gently I manage to manoeuvre my hand up inside his undershorts. After a about a minute he feels the need to remove his undershorts completely, and looking down, I see that he's a reasonable size. A bit later, as he gets even more excited, it's clear that he's actually quite big. By this time I'm naked too, but before things can go any further, he has a suggestion to make.
"Come this way," he murmurs quietly, getting up and heading towards a door.
I follow him through the door and along a long corridor and soon we find ourselves in a huge bedroom, at the centre of which is a big double bed. We both jump on, and immediately continue where we left off.
"I hope you don't have to go," he says urgently, when things are quite far advanced, "because I always like to cum twice!"
Soon after that everything reaches its natural conclusion, and we both lie back on the bed feeling exhausted and satisfied.
"Can you pass me some tissues?" he says quietly, "they're on the bedside cabinet next to you."
I pass him the box, grabbing a few for myself first, before asking him a question.
"Do you like cuddling?"
"Yes sure," he nods, so I move over to lie next to him.
He's lying face upwards, so I lie my head on his near shoulder and stretch my arm across his chest to hold him on his far shoulder, while he reaches his near hand round my back.
"I could cuddle all night," I say, "so just throw me out when you want me to leave!"
For a few minutes we just like there, naked in each other's arms.
"This kind of intimacy is so relaxing," I say to him, "it reminds me of when I'm with some of my oldest friends. I find that the longer you've known someone, the easier it is to relax with them!"
"Yes sometimes I guess," he replies. "Although actually, there's a friend of mine that I've known since I was 10 who I've recently stopped speaking to."
"How come?" I ask. "It sounds like you're both still in the school playground if you go around making and breaking friendships like that!"
"Well, he's just a very confused guy. He's got a girlfriend. But I think he may be gay."
"Is he a lover of yours?"
"No! Although I kissed him once."
"Hmmm, so would you like him to be a lover?"
"Well, he's got to sort himself out. He's had this girlfriend for 6 years now. She's very attractive too."
"It could be bad news for the girl if he is gay and he doesn’t admit the truth," I remark. "Ultimately it would mean that he's misleading her, even if he's misleading himself too!"
"Yes I guess so," he replies, "Anyway, I've decided to stop seeing him. He says these things when we get drunk together, but he always takes it all back the next day. It was when we were both drunk a few weeks ago that we kissed. Actually, the kiss was his idea!"
"The way you're talking about this guy," I say, "it sounds to me as though you'd quite like to be boyfriends with him!"
"You're very perceptive GB!" he replies. "Actually, when we were both sober I told him how I feel, that I wouldn't mind being boyfriends with him. I'm not sure how he took it. I'm happy just to be friends though."
"Are you? Really?? If want to be boyfriends with him, it might be hard just being good friends instead."
"Maybe. Recently we had dinner together and I just let him talk about everything. But I asked him a few questions and with all the drink inside him I think he answered truthfully. But I'm not sure he liked his answers. It's like, he's now admitted a few things to himself that he hadn't formulated properly before. A few days afterwards he phoned me to say that we should just be friends. But a few days after that he phoned again to say that he thought it would be very difficult to be friends, so we've stopped contacting each other completely now."
"Wow," I say, after listing to his story, "Difficult! Perhaps you could suggest a therapist to him, telling him that it's in his girlfriend's best interests for him to sort this out one way or another. He must care for her."
"Actually I think he's already told her that he thinks he might be gay! I guess it's quite an unusual situation."
"Trust me, it's not!" I say, speaking authoritatively now. "I know loads of similarly 'unusual' situations, all this kind of stuff is quite normal!"
Indeed, apart from all the Dear GB emails that I get, I generally find that whenever I get talking to gay guys about this kind of stuff there's usually at least one interesting story!
We chat a bit more but soon it seems like time to go, so I get up off the bed and he follows me back into the main reception room. I locate my gym shorts and singlet near the sofa, and having put them back on, I get up to kiss him goodbye.
"Well mate, it was really great meeting you," I say, looking him in the eyes.
I lean forward to kiss him, but when our lips touch, the kiss lasts longer than I was expecting. Next I feel him raising both his hands under my singlet and rubbing my nipples again.
"Mmmm, nice :-)," I murmur, and looking at him again I can tell what's going to happen!
This time we just play with each other on the sofa. With a bit more focus second time around, it doesn't take too long and soon we're cleaning up.
"Right," I say putting my gym kit back on again, "I really MUST be going now, it's almost 3:30am!"
"Yeah sure," he replies, still naked, "I need some sleep too!"
Outside his apartment, almost immediately I find a cab to take me back home, and within half an hour I'm falling asleep in my own bed. However, although I sleep well, the next day I find myself feeling quite tired. None the less, throughout the day whenever I remember why I'm feeling tired, the thoughts of the horny double-cum session always make me smile :-).
Soon I'm chatting to a nice Arabic guy and things seem to be going well. He'd prefer me to visit him, which works fine for me because I usually travel around London in taxis and at this time of night taxis are easy to find.
GB: ok, so I'll visit you m8 :-), what's your postcode?
guy: actually im staying at friends place so cant give it out
GB: ahhh, so you don't know it, pity, it makes it much easier to work out where you are
guy: i do know it but not comfortable giving it out
guy: ill give u directions when u get here
guy: dont worry
guy: trust me
How disappointing :-(. In principal I am prepared to travel to meet this guy, even though it's the middle of the night, but I much prefer knowing exactly where I'm going before setting off. After all, I've got no idea who this guy is, and whether he's genuine or not. But thinking about this guy's point of view, I'm not sure that it makes sense.
GB: well m8, how can I visit you if you won't tell me the address
GB: even if you don't tell me the address now, if I visit you I'll end up knowing it anyway!
guy: lol
GB: so now it's my turn to say ...
GB: don't worry
GB: trust me
GB : LOL
guy: lol
So at least this guy understands the lunacy of his position!
guy: if u visit me what will u wear
GB: clothes I guess! Until I get there anyway hehe
GB: what would you like me to wear?
guy: im really into guys in suits, or wearing sports kit
GB: I suppose I could wear my gym kit for you, would you like that?
guy: yeah would be good
guy: but wear something over ur shorts so u dont stand out
Gradually, I find myself being talked into dressing up in my gym kit and jumping into a taxi in the middle of the night to visit a guy who won't even tell me his exact address! But I have a good feeling about this guy, so I decide to trust him after all :-). Of course, he does give me a very good idea of where he lives, and he is prepared to give me his mobile phone number too. So shortly after 1:30am I set off to find a taxi, dressed in my gym kit with trousers on top of my shorts and a light summer coat.
It takes me about 15 minutes by taxi to reach the location from where the guy wants me to phone him.
"Hi, I'm here :-)," I say into my mobile phone, relieved that he's answered. On more than one occasion in the past in similar situations I've been left stranded! "So where do I go?"
"OK great, now let me see ... turn around."
"Um ok ..."
"Not that far, turn back a bit!"
"Can you see me then?" I say, asking the obvious.
"Yes of course, you're very close to me now! So if you come up to the door of that apartment block in front of you I'll let you in :-)."
It turns out to be a very smart apartment block, so no wonder he was a bit cautious about who he invites inside. Looking at the numbers of the apartments listed on the wall of the lift, each floor seems to be a single apartment! Soon I'm knocking on his door, which opens almost immediately.
"Hi, come in," he says quietly, beaming a very relaxed smile at me.
Face to face he looks just as cute as he did in his online pics. He beckons me into the main room, but I pause in the entrance area to take off my coat, my shoes and my trousers!
"Do you want a drink of something?"
"Sure, what are you having?"
"Red wine?"
"Great :-)!"
When I enter the room, I'm just wearing my gym shorts, with a white singlet and white socks. As I approach him he's in the middle of pouring a couple of glasses of wine, so I walk up to him and just give him a quick peck on his lips.
"Hmmm, nice," he says looking me up and down before leaning forwards to kiss me properly. Gently, he rubs the back of my upper left arm with his free hand.
Breaking away from the kiss, he finishes pouring the wine, before handing me one of the glasses. I sit down in the middle of the sofa, expecting him to sit next to me, but he takes a seat on a chair at one end. That's no good, I think, so quickly I move myself up to the end of the sofa so that I'm sitting right next to him. Looking around the room, it's very elegant, and furnished with lots of expensive looking items.
It turns out that he's very easy to talk to. He tells me that he works for an Arabic company based in the Gulf, and as a result he spends some of his time in Bahrain and some in London.
"What about you?" he asks.
"Oh, nothing as glamorous as that," I reply coyly, looking deep into his eyes, "I've got what seems to be regarded as an evil job these days, because I work for a bank!"
Wondering how long it will be before we get down to business, I rub him lightly on his forearm, which is within easy reaching distance. He looks me and smiles, and no doubt sees the desire in my eyes because he suddenly jumps out of his chair and onto the sofa. Straddling my knees by putting his knees either side of mine, he places his hands on my shoulders and pins me down. Wow, I think, these Arabic guys are real animals :-). But I willingly succumb, and soon he's kissing me deeply.
"Mmmm," I murmur coming up for breath, "that's very nice :-)."
I can see something hard flopping around in his undershorts, but I don't want to be too obvious so I move my hands round and rub him up and down his back underneath his T-shirt.
Gradually we start getting to know each other a bit better. Before too long I lift his T-shirt over his head. Soon I start feeling him, first on the outside, and then rubbing his leg gently I manage to manoeuvre my hand up inside his undershorts. After a about a minute he feels the need to remove his undershorts completely, and looking down, I see that he's a reasonable size. A bit later, as he gets even more excited, it's clear that he's actually quite big. By this time I'm naked too, but before things can go any further, he has a suggestion to make.
"Come this way," he murmurs quietly, getting up and heading towards a door.
I follow him through the door and along a long corridor and soon we find ourselves in a huge bedroom, at the centre of which is a big double bed. We both jump on, and immediately continue where we left off.
"I hope you don't have to go," he says urgently, when things are quite far advanced, "because I always like to cum twice!"
Soon after that everything reaches its natural conclusion, and we both lie back on the bed feeling exhausted and satisfied.
"Can you pass me some tissues?" he says quietly, "they're on the bedside cabinet next to you."
I pass him the box, grabbing a few for myself first, before asking him a question.
"Do you like cuddling?"
"Yes sure," he nods, so I move over to lie next to him.
He's lying face upwards, so I lie my head on his near shoulder and stretch my arm across his chest to hold him on his far shoulder, while he reaches his near hand round my back.
"I could cuddle all night," I say, "so just throw me out when you want me to leave!"
For a few minutes we just like there, naked in each other's arms.
"This kind of intimacy is so relaxing," I say to him, "it reminds me of when I'm with some of my oldest friends. I find that the longer you've known someone, the easier it is to relax with them!"
"Yes sometimes I guess," he replies. "Although actually, there's a friend of mine that I've known since I was 10 who I've recently stopped speaking to."
"How come?" I ask. "It sounds like you're both still in the school playground if you go around making and breaking friendships like that!"
"Well, he's just a very confused guy. He's got a girlfriend. But I think he may be gay."
"Is he a lover of yours?"
"No! Although I kissed him once."
"Hmmm, so would you like him to be a lover?"
"Well, he's got to sort himself out. He's had this girlfriend for 6 years now. She's very attractive too."
"It could be bad news for the girl if he is gay and he doesn’t admit the truth," I remark. "Ultimately it would mean that he's misleading her, even if he's misleading himself too!"
"Yes I guess so," he replies, "Anyway, I've decided to stop seeing him. He says these things when we get drunk together, but he always takes it all back the next day. It was when we were both drunk a few weeks ago that we kissed. Actually, the kiss was his idea!"
"The way you're talking about this guy," I say, "it sounds to me as though you'd quite like to be boyfriends with him!"
"You're very perceptive GB!" he replies. "Actually, when we were both sober I told him how I feel, that I wouldn't mind being boyfriends with him. I'm not sure how he took it. I'm happy just to be friends though."
"Are you? Really?? If want to be boyfriends with him, it might be hard just being good friends instead."
"Maybe. Recently we had dinner together and I just let him talk about everything. But I asked him a few questions and with all the drink inside him I think he answered truthfully. But I'm not sure he liked his answers. It's like, he's now admitted a few things to himself that he hadn't formulated properly before. A few days afterwards he phoned me to say that we should just be friends. But a few days after that he phoned again to say that he thought it would be very difficult to be friends, so we've stopped contacting each other completely now."
"Wow," I say, after listing to his story, "Difficult! Perhaps you could suggest a therapist to him, telling him that it's in his girlfriend's best interests for him to sort this out one way or another. He must care for her."
"Actually I think he's already told her that he thinks he might be gay! I guess it's quite an unusual situation."
"Trust me, it's not!" I say, speaking authoritatively now. "I know loads of similarly 'unusual' situations, all this kind of stuff is quite normal!"
Indeed, apart from all the Dear GB emails that I get, I generally find that whenever I get talking to gay guys about this kind of stuff there's usually at least one interesting story!
We chat a bit more but soon it seems like time to go, so I get up off the bed and he follows me back into the main reception room. I locate my gym shorts and singlet near the sofa, and having put them back on, I get up to kiss him goodbye.
"Well mate, it was really great meeting you," I say, looking him in the eyes.
I lean forward to kiss him, but when our lips touch, the kiss lasts longer than I was expecting. Next I feel him raising both his hands under my singlet and rubbing my nipples again.
"Mmmm, nice :-)," I murmur, and looking at him again I can tell what's going to happen!
This time we just play with each other on the sofa. With a bit more focus second time around, it doesn't take too long and soon we're cleaning up.
"Right," I say putting my gym kit back on again, "I really MUST be going now, it's almost 3:30am!"
"Yeah sure," he replies, still naked, "I need some sleep too!"
Outside his apartment, almost immediately I find a cab to take me back home, and within half an hour I'm falling asleep in my own bed. However, although I sleep well, the next day I find myself feeling quite tired. None the less, throughout the day whenever I remember why I'm feeling tired, the thoughts of the horny double-cum session always make me smile :-).
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