Bank Holiday BJ

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Went by Liverpool Street Station’s toilets yesterday, Saturday 29, after some drinks at a birthday party in North London. I was feeling horny and, at first, considered going to The Vault (for the first time) or a London sauna (for the first time). In the end, I thought I’d have a quick look at the toilets and maybe even drop by Tower Hamlet’s Cemetery or Mile End (though it was quite a chilly night.)

Saturday night is actually a great time to cruise: there are tons of Essex lads coming out of the pubs, catching trains, lots of people coming and going from the toilets. So it’s easy to desguise any cruising, and there was plenty of it going on.

Only one of the urinal sets was open, and it was nearly packed with guys holding hard ons. I took one towards the back, and took my view of the place as I pissed. I noticed that one guy behind me, about 5,8, dark haired and with a latino face, seemed quite interesting – possibly even straight. He was carrying a backpack, looked very normal, but when he turned to me he was sporting a thick 7.5 incher cock.

I licked my lips at him a few times and he zipped up and went to the cubicles. I followed him into one of them and we locked the door. He put his backpack to cover the bottom partition as I sat on the toilet. Then he opened his zipper and that beautiful thick cock was in my mouth.

Had been such a long time I’d blown a random dude, and it felt so good to suck on it. His balls were smallish and smooth. He lifted his T-shirt and showed me his strong, smooth chest. I ran my hands up and down it, and over his ass, as I kept sucking, licking and jerking him off.

He touched my crotch as if to say “you don’t want to jerk off?” but I was all about giving him pleasure. Some guy took the stall next to ours (for the usual business) and from far away I could hear banter from the Essex lads. His cock started to soften a little so he pulled it out of my mouth and started jerking it off. I raised my head and started licking and nibbling his left nipple. But when I moved one hand down and touched his asshole, that’s when he started shooting all over the floor. I moved as quick as possible and caught the last drops, which tasted delicious.

When I had drained the rest of his cum and he was soft, he zipped up and smiled at me. As he turned around to leave, I patted his bum as if to say “good boy”.

Afterwards, I felt even more horny and hard. I debated hanging around and just sucking more guys, but when I came out of the cubicle they were all gone. I decided it was probably good for the night and took the bus home (where I then decided to message random guys on Grindr and Squirt if they wanted a blowjob – nobody replied!)

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Recent cruising

Places I’ve visited lately:
Carnaby Street toilets

This place is something else. I have no doubt they’ll close it soon and refurbish or just throw away the key. It was a Friday after work when I went down its steps. About 10 guys stood around, all with hard dicks in hand, jerking off in circles, jerking off from the cubicles, staring hungrily at each other, and especially at me (who they thought was straight and had wandered in by mistake.) I wonder what straight guys do when they see these orgies! There were all types of guys – young and old, black and white, muscle and thin, and lots of big cocks on show.

Old Street toilets

Went by yesterday at lunch time and it was quiet. Was the perfect time to play and not be disturbed, alas nobody showed up.

Barbican
The basement toilets are great for picking up guys – I’ve seen some gorgeous fellas here before – but I’m not sure where they go after. It was empty yesterday at lunch time, but then I saw a cute guy post on Squirt he was coming over. I chickened out of asking him to feed me his cock.

Royal Festival Hall

Busy yesterday with families because of the holiday so not many guys around. A young mixed race guy came and went from the basement but the ground floor one was empty and quiet.

Wimbledon Common

Amazing Common that must see a lot of action. I had no clue where to go so just wandered around at sunset and kept checking out the dog walkers, hoping for a sign. Would love to come back in the summer and try some West London cock.

Richmond Park

Same as the above – too large an area to cruise and, as I’m not familiar with the local habits, didn’t know where to go.

Ham Common

A guy on Squirt suggested this place to me. It was just after sunset, and quite chilly, which may have been why it was so deserted. Very dense bushes perfect to hide inside with a guy – another place I’d enjoy checking out.

If any of you reading this can add any comments and suggestions on the listings above, I would be grateful!

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Cruising in an East End cemetery

Tower Hamlets Cemetery

I live about 20 minutes away from the Tower Hamlets Cemetery.  Last summer I briefly fooled around inside it with a hot guy I picked up in Mile End Park but I’d never taken the time to properly cruise it.  Today, after having some beers with a friend in Hackney Wick, I grew the courage to go for a walk through it.

I took a walk first through Victoria Park and Mile End about 4pm, to clear my head a bit and gather some courage.  Unfortunately, by the time I got to the cemetery, I desperately needed to pee!

There were some young people and couples coming and going from the cemetery, but it was otherwise empty. I wandered down empty paths, hoping to find a bush where I could piss without being seen.  Just as I unzipped, I spotted a young guy walking away, who seemed quite cute.  I tried to then catch up with him but couldn’t find him anymore.

I wandered and wandered but didn’t spot any gay guys. I’d posted a message on Squirt.org earlier, and some guys had checked my profile, but nobody had messaged to say they’d come meet me.

In one corner of the park was a group of teenagers making noise. In another, a young guy sat on a bench and read his mobile phone – I couldn’t tell if he was cruising.

Finally, as I was about to give up, I got to a large spire (which if I now remember correctly is where guys meet up at night) and spotted a slim ginger guy from a distance. He noticed me too and leaned against the monument. I have a thing for ginger guys and I thought: “Ha, this is it – I’m finally going to shag a ginger guy”, but then he turned to look at me and his face was old, and grim looking.  He said an awkward hi and I replied with a hi, walking away.

It was probably the wrong time to cruise – too light and early, no place to go and play without being disturbed.  I can see its possibilities in the evening though…

Just as I left the cemetery, two young gay guys (maybe a couple) came out of a building ahead of me. They were very sexy and well dressed – I sent them a silent blessing as I enjoyed walking behind them.  Suddenly one of them stopped and decided to piss against a tree.  He gave me a cheeky smile and said “when you got to go, you got to go”.  I laughed and waved my hand, saying I understood.  I stupidly didn’t check his cock as I walked past him.

His partner kept his back to us. When I went past him I joked that he had given his friend too much beer and he nodded back knowingly.

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Festival Hall Cruising

I grew a beard this winter, for the first time in my life. Not a thick, bushy beard, but a beard nevertheless, salt and pepper like my hair and soft to the touch.

Everyone has been complementing me on it, and I’ve noticed bearded gay guys suddenly showing an interest in me. My boyfriend also loved it, said I had become his living wank fantasy. So much so that the other day we were hanging around at home and I caught him staring at me. “What?” I laughed. He didn’t say anything but I could tell he was horny. I went over to him and we ended up fucking on the sofa.

Later, in the early hours of the morning, he woke me up, horny again. “The first time is like I’m unblocked. I then need more sex.” But I was going to the gym in a few hours so didn’t want to spend the energy.

“Stand up”, I told him. He stood on our bed and I got on my knees. I pulled his underwear down and, as he held on to the ceiling, I sucked him until he shot his load down my throat.

I was thinking of the recent cruising sites I had been as I blew him and how I wanted to suck dry all the hot guys I’d seen. All the exercise I’ve been doing – gym twice a week, runs three times, and now swimming as well – has made me horny as hell.

A few days before, on the Friday, we had spent the day wandering around London and ended up in the Royal Festival Hall after lunch. As we sat around drinking hot chocolate and reading, I noticed guys coming and going from the toilets.

The pattern was the same: the guys would go to the basement toilet, then climb the stairs and use the toilets at the back on the ground floor (by the bar), then sit outside for a while, then repeat.

There was a blond jock, very sexy, but he didn’t stay long. Also a slim, effeminate, older Indian guy, who stared hard at me. But the one boy who caught my attention was a dark haired, maybe Latino, guy in his twenties. He kept looking at me, gesturing with his head for me to follow him into the toilets. I mentioned it to my boyfriend, who sort of smiled nervously. (He’s still getting used to me talking about toilet cruising…)

Latino guy eventually left and I decided to see what the back toilet was like. In there, after going through two doors and a short hallway, I found a guy with long hair at the urinals. I hadn’t seen him go in; he must have been standing there for a long time.

I tried to piss but got performance anxiety, especially as it was so silent with just the two of us in there. A moment later he turned and smiled at me. He had very feminine features, made up eyebrows and lips. The piss gushed out, I washed my hands and left.

But now the curiosity has lodged inside me about the Festival Hall being an interesting place to cruise. There were some cute guys around but also staff checking often the toilets. The elements of risk and excitement are there.

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London Aquarics Centre

I’ve been living near the London Aquatics Centre for nearly two years now and only today I decided to visit it… I’m kicking myself for this!

The place is gorgeous, the pools clean and perfect. Tom Daley trains there often apparently, if you’re lucky you can even catch him in the changing room after.

I walked past a sexy guy with grey stubble and a shaved head on the way in, and later he chose the locker beside mine to get changed (in a massive changing room that was empty.)

It was a quiet hour but there were some cute guys in the pool. A short, smooth Asian guy packing some heat in his speedos caught my attention. He stared back at me as I stretched after my swim and then watched me get dressed from the open showers.

(One disappointment was that the private  showers were not communal – you have to use private booths.)

Can’t wait to go back though.

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Life changes, lighter heart

A lot of things have happened since my last proper update. 

Back in October, my boyfriend and I decided to visit a gay sauna together for the first time. We went to Lads Locker Room in Bristol and it was a bit of a comedy night. A proper update on this will come soon.

Then in November, I nearly had a threesome with my best mate (straight) and his ex-girlfriend. This threw my head into a spin as it got me thinking if I was actually bisexual and never allowed myself to explore this before.

Finally, some weeks ago, I finally confessed everything to my boyfriend. Everything except this blog (but that’s probably happening one day too.)  I told him about all the toilet cruising over the years, the guys I met up and had sex with (and talked about here), the sauna visits in Leeds and then in Germany.  

I can now understand why the Catholic Church has the confessionary… the experience was almost religious emptying my heart to him. I felt so light the week afterwards, like I had taken LSD and wouldn’t come down. The experience was strong for him too, made him question who he thought I was. It led to many, many conversations – sometimes in the middle of the night – but it’s all been very positive.

Since then, we’ve been very open and honest with each other – we’ve realised that as 41 year old men we still have a long way to go and that we should be free to follow adventures if they arise – we want to keep things open but still respect and love each other. It’s a new journey for us, involving a lot of communication, but I think it’s going to be good.

This morning, I told him I had a fantasy of being in an orgy, and that led to more interesting conversations. I feel like I can finally be myself to him and not have to hide anything anymore. 

Tomorrow, I’m thinking of visiting Sweatbox, the gay sauna in central London. Would be my first time in a London sauna – and I’ll be telling my boyfriend all about it afterwards!

In a month’s time, that straight friend of mine is coming to visit and staying with us for a week… I predict a lot of deep conversations with him too. He knew everything before I told my boyfriend, he’s another one I can open my heart completely to.

And spring appears to be arriving in London… and life feels good.

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Camden Blowjob

Camden High Street Gents

I dropped by Camden High Street’s toilets last week at lunch time. Was feeling horny and up for looking at some cocks at the urinals. There were three guys in there: a short Chinese guy, a short South East Asian guy, and a stocky Eastern European guy wearing glasses and a tweed cap.

I stood next to the stocky guy as I could see he already had a hard on – a cock about 6 inches long and nicely thick. As usual, I couldn’t really get hard (my heart still beats too fast when I’m cruising public toilets) but I didn’t feel shy about showing it to him or checking him out.

He moved closer and pressed his cock’s head with his thumb. I licked my lips and he gestured for us to go into one of the cubicles. When I didn’t move, he gestured for us to go outside. I nodded OK, innocently thinking we’d just exchange phone numbers.

The Chinese guy followed us out, looking a bit sad that he wasn’t included. Stocky Eastern European guy pretended he didn’t know me and crossed the street – I followed, leaving the Chinese guy behind. He walked up to a nearby pub and made a head gesture for me to follow him inside.

I was some steps behind him, trying not to make it look like we knew each other. He went into the gents and stood by the urinals. As there was a guy already in there, I went into one of the cubicles and pretended to piss. Once the guy was gone, I moved to the urinals but he went into the other cubicle and gestured for me to join him. I was a bit reluctant but he kept insisting with his head, so I finally took the plunge.

He locked the door and pulled out his cock. I went down and took him with my mouth. Soon, he grabbed the back of my head and started face fucking me. He then pulled me up and started shooting his cum on the toilet. I leaned down and took the last shot, then sucked him until he was soft.

Somebody came in and we tried to be quiet, my heart beating like crazy. He kissed my mouth and pulled my cock out. When the person was gone, he went down and sucked me until I warned I was going to cum. He kept going until he had sucked me dry, then he stood up and spat it out in the toilet.

Another guy came in so we went back to kissing. He started huffing, squeezing my tits, grabbing my ass. To my surprise he got hard again and in another minute had his cock in his hand and was shooting a second load into the toilet.

Once we were alone again, he snuck out and I locked the cabin behind him. When he left, I came out and washed my hands and mouth. But as I walked back to my office I could still taste his cum on my lips.

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