GOIN' PROWLIN'

Went to work last night and parked in the Merchant City where a gay urban myth actually came true. The parentals are off on a cruise (how apt) so I have a car for a fortnight and rather than hoof it, I parked near work for my stint at the pub. All went well last night, I even got away early and it was kind of busy, so it was all gravy to be honest. I chatted to some people being the social pariah I am and was duly chastised by Alan for not posting enough, hence my inspiration this afternoon. So I headed back to the car and lo and behold, saw some real life cruisers, and I'm not talking the boat kind.....

I walked toward the car which was on a fairly large street that I admit had a dead end, but it was very well lit. As I walked along, a man in a lovely silver car, switched his lights off and just sat there - in the semi dark. I thought it was a bit odd and imagined it could be vital for a Crimewatch photofit before everything became as clear as cum. I naturally did my best to memorise his license plate which was personalized and his appearance ie old bastard. I turned the corner to see not one but two men just hovering about and the street light above my head seemed to click in along with my fabulous sense of gaydar. They were cruising bitches!!!

The guys just stood about in front of some gates and in doorways and I totally remembered parking there before and when I went to get my car last time, there were about 5 or 6 men standing in the street without an aim and a few guys in their cars aswell. This time it was before the clubs had closed so wasn't as busy but I'm sure that after 3am it was a hubbub of activity of the carnal kind. I only thought this was a gay urban myth like horizontal stripes on gay men and people that spit out after oral sex but I had landed myself in the middle of a real life cruising ground. Because the Merchant City is where the gay bars are situated, I guess it's only natural that gay men and confused/drunk straight men, wander here sniffing out the cock for fun and frolics in the doorways and dark alleys.

Anyway, I was tad shocked by this presentation so hot footed it to the car and went home to watch some Hart to Hart and eat some grapes. Now I know that seems like a waste as if there was cock needing sucked I'm normally the one to get steamed in but other than one guy, the others weren't even nice if I had beer goggles on. It all seems a bit dangerous but seedy in an exciting way and it was getting cold and I didn't fancy wandering round the streets for hours on end looking for men - I almost felt like next time I park there, I should bring a flask of soup for the men to keep them warm if it's a chilly night.

I'm not a total prude or shocked easily as you may have guessed which is why last Sunday after going out and looking like a complete midden (I had a cap on) I trawled about gaydar at 4am and got chatting to a boy, he was 20 which is quite young for me but I went with David's motto "YOUNG, HUNG AND FULL OF CUM". It turns out he actually stays in my building about 6 doors down so I trotted on over to his and shagged the ass off him for a few hours. I still don't know his name but his house was an absolute pigsty. If I hadn't been drunk and horny, I'd have whipped out the marigolds and tidied up. He said he cleaned up every room except his bedroom - I did my best not to turn into Bree Van De Kamp and just pummelled him instead. It was very handy although I don't know about doing it again - he had a very wide hole and although I like it loose, there's a certain charm to a bit of tightness. I always think that if I can get up easily, everything can come out easily if you get my drift. He was nothing compared to the guy I went with and couldn't feel the sides, but that's another story entirely.