Every time I’m near Baker Street tube station, I get butterflies in my stomach. I remember the time I met a guy by the tube’s toilet urinals and he took me to a nearby hotel for a blowjob. I fantasize about him quite often when I’m jerking off in the shower: him taking my mobile number after I’ve sucked him dry; him coming over when my boyfriend is out of town; him fucking me senseless all night long; him making me lick cum off his hands.
After work today, I was near the station so I dropped by to check my old haunting ground. The 20p payment which had been installed some time ago is gone – guys were coming and going as part of their commute home. It was fairly quiet and everyone was discreet; I noticed one good looking latino guy who was definitely out to get some; and after I washed my hands, I saw a very tall shave-headed bloke (large legs and arms and a slight potbelly) pick up a younger chubby dude and chat him up outside.
An hour later, I came back and there was a chubby bleached-blond dude in the corner, a black guy in a suit and some other random dudes. I came to the conclusion that I was the best looking guy in there all evening!