I lived and worked in London from the start of 2018 through to the Summer of 2021. Remember to check out "The Soliciting Solicitor" if you'd like to read about what I got up to there. I came out of the other side of the COVID-19 pandemic feeling pretty jaded and tired, so I decided to quit my job in June 2021 and enrol in a on-year Masters degree. With the programme starting in September, I took a chunk of Summer 2021 off and went on a two-month backpacking trip around parts of Europe.
I was 28 years old when I set off. I'd been a committed gym-goer and my best mate in London, Ryan, was a personal trainer so I'd got a little more stacked by then. I had a full, well-maintained beard that I had shaped at the barber every few weeks, and I kept my head hair buzzed to a grade 1. I'd gotten a few more small tattoos as well, having the one on my back re-inked and extended a little, adding a fifth inking to the group of tatts around my right forearm, and getting one on my left calf (my eleventh tattoo in total). As part of my sideline in sex work, I'd also got myself on PrEP, so if a punter was after bareback - giving or taking - I was up for it. I reckoned my travels would yield some even hotter hookups with no latex in the way.
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My first stop was the clothing-optional gay B&B in France that I'd worked at during my backpacking year. I'd been in occasional contact with the manager by email and when I said I was taking a couple of months off to travel, he was very happy to offer me a week's bed and board in exchange for manning the pool bar and delivering room service again, with the expectation that I'd be nude at all times, and what the guests wanted, they got. Plus tips were mine to keep.
On my first afternoon at the bar I met Will and Mikey, a married couple from London. Will was a Northern rugby lad in his early 40's, still lifting heavy to try to stave off middle-age spread, his burly bod scattered with a few ill-advised tatts, his blond balding hair buzzed short. His husband, Mikey, was a good ten years younger, a dark-furred otter with a tight cardio-lean physique and a strikingly-handsome face. They flirted with me outrageously and got very handsy (to the point that I was walking around the pool with a semi, to the amusement and interest of other guests) and got me to deliver their room service that night. They were vers with each other out of love, but both actually preferred to top; though their marriage was fairly open sexually, they really liked sharing a bottom. In my first time with them, they had me suck their cocks while they kissed passionately, then got me on my back on the bed, legs in the air, Mikey cradling my head and upper body, kissing and wanking me while Will fucked me hard. Once Will had bred me, they swapped over and I was thankful for the good loosening up from Will and the cum lubing my chute because Mikey was damn well-hung. They got me on all fours so I could clean off Will's softening cock with my mouth while Mikey shafted me from behind, and when I spilled my load on the duvet they pretended to be cross with me and made me lick it up while they both got behind me and took turns lapping at my oozing bunghole.
They made sure to nab me on several occasions over the week, treating me to energetic spitroasts when I delivered room service. One night they went out for dinner, and I was actually in bed already when they WhatsApped me and asked me to come to their room. They were playing around with another couple, an attractive pair of guys who'd checked in that day, and I soon found myself playing power-bottom to the four of them. I scored three loads up my chuff and two on my face that night (Mikey was feeling energetic) plus a nice bit of wedge.
I kept in touch with Will and Mikey and they became regulars back in London right through until I gave up hustling. Lovely guys.
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Greece was fruitful. One day, I was hitching in the countryside and it was damn hot; I was wearing rugby shorts over a ripe jock, minimalist hiking sandals, a bucket hat and sunnies. I was topless in the scorching sun, my pack against the bare skin of my torso combined with the heat to make me drip with sweat. The guy who picked me up in his old 4WD was in his 40's, heavy-set, bearded, hairy, wearing a dirty white vest, jeans and workboots. He had some English so we chatted a bit, but he was pretty openly checking me out. After changing gears at one point, his hand found its way to resting on my bare thigh, so I spread my legs a little and did nothing to dissuade him. Soon he was feeling up my sweat-slick abs and chest, and I encouraged him with soft sighs. He pulled over into a wooded layby and gestured at the forest; he wasn't obviously carrying a pickaxe, gun or hunting knife so I figured I was safe!
We got out of the car and he led me under the shade of the trees, ensuring we weren't visible from the road, then he pulled me in for a kiss while tugging on my nipples. His hand wandered down to feel the bulge of my hardon, so I pushed my shorts and jock down, stepping out of them, so I was naked apart from my sandals and I could enjoy the gentle breeze on my wet skin. He grunted in appreciation and started to wank me as we kissed, then I crouched down, fished his thick, hairy uncut cock out of his jeans, and concentrated on working it down my throat as I took over wanking myself.
When he was ready, he pulled me up by my hand and had me turn my back to him and brace myself against a tree trunk while he spat in his palm a few times and smeared it over his cock. I bore down with my gut muscles to try to relax my sphincter as he nudged his slick cockhead between my sweaty hairy cheeks, probing around until it met my moist hole, then applied steady pressure until he popped in. Grunting, he forced his spit-wet shaft up into my rectum and then started to fuck straight away, pausing and withdrawing occasionally to add some more spit to his tool. I jerked my leaking prick as he plugged away, and as soon as he flooded my guts with scum I spilled my own on the tree bark.
He gave me a quick kiss even as he was stuffing his dirty semi back into his jeans, and I picked up my jock and shorts and tugged them back on over my leaking ass. As we drove on, he said I should stay with his friend who lived near him; apparently he took in guests in his spare rooms sometimes. I got the idea that my lift was married and this other guy was his extra-marital fuck buddy. This meant that the room would come with expectations, but as long as I got a fair exchange, I was down. He made a call as we drove, and half an hour later we pulled up at a small house on the outskirts of Veria. I got out, shook his hand, and the guy who came out of the house waved at my lift as he drove off. My host was probably pushing 60, pretty grizzled from a life of hard physical work I assume, just as hairy and bearded as my lift, only greyer. He was wearing a tshirt, cargo shorts and leather sandals, and didn't even try to be subtle about looking me up and down (well, I was half naked). His English was better than his friend's and he introduced himself as Niko.
"You are looking for a room?"
"Yeah mate, just for the night, if you have one."
"I have two rooms, both empty", he shrugged. He named a price, which to be fair was pretty low. I gave him a cheeky grin.
"I thought maybe we could make a deal?" He didn't seem remotely surprised, he just nodded straight away and said "Good, yes". He led me inside and slipped his sandals off at the door, indicating that I should do the same, and I followed him wearing nothing but my shorts. He showed me to the little room on the back of the house with its single bed and wash basin. There was an old washcloth hanging over the edge of the sink but no towel, so he went off the get one. I was feeling horny after getting fucked in the woods so decided I wanted to see if I could get some more action now. I stripped naked, soaked the washcloth and wiped down my head, chest, pits and groin with it at the sink. I rinsed the rag, soaked it again and cleaned off my feet before scrubbing it through my ripe trench. I was just rinsing the rag and wringing it out when Niko came back in. He seemed totally nonplussed by seeing me naked, and he set the folded towel down on the bed before boldly walking up to me, reaching out and cupping my heavy unshaved ballsack in his calloused hand, then moving up to grip and stroke my rapidly hardening cock. I stood passively and let him do what he wanted, closing my eyes and moaning softly as he masturbated me with increasing firmness and started to grope my hard hairy pecs and muscled arm with his free hand.
He left off my cock after a while, put his hands on my shoulders and pressed me down; I settled onto my knees and waited as he unzipped his shorts and slipped them and his boxers off. His hard cock was smaller than my 6.5 inches and no challenge to swallow, even when he started to fuck my face. When he decided he was ready for ass, he had me get on all fours on the narrow single bed before crouching down, spreading my glutes and immediately starting to lick at my moist hole. I whispered words of enocuragement and he responded with a hungry growl when I pushed out some of his mate's stale scum. He spat on my cunt a few times before pushing his cock easily through my anus, up my seed-slick chute, and starting to fuck. After a while he got me to lie on my back with my legs in the air, got between them (naked but for his sweaty tshirt) and and mounted me again. He had staying power, I'll give him that, and I managed to wank a load out over my abs as he kept plugging away at my shitter.
Eventually he got tired and his prick softened, and I sensed a little frustration that he was struggling to reach orgasm, so I gently eased him onto his back and sucked him hard again, enjoying the flavour of my ass and his mate's cum on his skin, then straddled and rode him for a while, my seed trickling down from my abs into my pubes. He seemed to enjoy it but was still finding it difficult to cum; I'd had clients with that challenge before and I knew my role, so I feigned more pleasure than I was feeling just so he would feel good about his performance. Eventually I got off him and, with a combination of sucking the head and wanking the shaft, I finally managed to coax his load out into my mouth. He seemed really happy and relieved and the mood lightened considerably.
He pulled his boxers and shorts back on but told me to stay naked, which I was happy to do. He made us good, strong Greek coffee and put out a jug of ice water and some glasses, and we sat at the table in his small kitchen as he asked me questions about my life. Then he encouraged me to lounge naked on his sofa and read my Kindle while he sat nearby in an armchair and read the paper. Later, he went out and returned with some Chinese, and after we'd eaten and cleaned up, he had me lie on the sofa with my head in his lap while he touched my naked body all over. He manged to get me hard again and asked if I would fuck him; of course I agreed so he led me upstairs to his bedroom. He undressed from the waist down and demonstrated considerable oral skills on my cock for a while before getting on all fours on his bed. He passed me a tub of Vaseline petroleum jelly, and I coated my cock with a thin layer of grease from head to root and wiped a small dollop of it on his slitted anus. I pushed in easily - this guy had clearly been taking it up the chuff for many years and his hole was well-trained. Having already cum twice that day, I was able to give him a proper seeing-to for ages and I was immensely gratified when I felt his sphincter clench as I treated him to a hands-free orgasm. He was super-happy about that, and encouraged me to lie back and wank myself off as he helped out by expertly massaging my prostate with two calloused fingers.
He asked me to spend the night in his bed and he played big spoon and cuddled me closely. The next morning he got up early and went to the toilet, and when he returned he had me fuck him again, this time breeding him deeply. He made me a simple breakfast with more of that awesome coffee and then helped me work out which bus to catch to get to the train station for the next leg or my journey. Returning to my little room, I gave myself another basin wash before slipping my air-dried jock and rugby shorts back on, along with a loose sleeveless surfie tshirt, the type with oversized armholes that gaped from pit to waist and kept my torso nicely ventilated in the heat. As I slipped my hiking sandals back on at the door and donned my backpack, Niko gave me 20 euros, which on top of the free bed and food was a pretty good deal I thought. Cheers Niko!
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Those two days were an embarassment of riches because at the Veria train station I hooked up with a fuckin' hot young guy in the public toilets. Mediterranean looks, gym-built, sleeveless tshirt, jogging bottoms, sockless trainers, he can't have been much more than 20. We checked each other's cocks out at the urinals before he ushered me into a cubicle, sat on the bog and sucked me for a while before pushing his joggers and briefs down and bending over the cistern. I licked his tight hairy anus for a bit before spitting on it and on my cock and forcing my way inside him. He was so fuckin' tight, I came pretty quick, before he had the chance to, so I swapped places with him and offered up my own ass. He didn't bother rimming me, just spat on my hole, smeared some saliva over his glans, and pushed inside me. He didn't last long either before ejaculating up in my rectum. We exchanged chaste little pecks, grinning at each other as we straightened out our clothes, checking the coast was clear, and sneaking out.
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I'd arranged to meet up with my old mate Hamza from Pammukale, in Istanbul. He was 31 now, nearly 32, and when we met at the train station we yelled "SNAP!!!!" and pissed ourselves laughing because he'd also buzzed his long hair down (to a grade 2 in his case) and kept his well-styled lumberjack beard. Both in shorts, vests and flipflops with plenty of tattoos on show (he had more than me), he was like an older dark-haired version of me. We man-hugged vigorously, and as he was staying in my hotel room with me we dropped off his pack then spent the day wandering, chilling in bars and catching up. Later we showered and changed before heading out to dinner and to a couple of bars.
That night, sharing a queen-sized bed, we took our time exploring each others' bodies. He was excited because I'd explained I was on PrEP and was open to bareback, which I'd refused him when we'd first hooked up in 2017. We spent ages 69ing, first enjoying each other's cocks then dining out on our buttholes, before we moved on to flip-flop fucking, regularly swapping roles, well-lubed by a tube of Boy Butter I'd bought in London (now my lube of choice since the gay houseparty party where I'd been rented as the cumdump). As we'd douched earlier, our cocks stayed reasonably clean and once I'd sucked his tool when it was fresh from my rectum, he was brave enough to give ATM a go as well; he might not have been a convert to the flavour but he was so into the sex that he took it like a champ. I got to really enjoy his glistening titanium Prince Albert barbell without any latex in the way, and the feeling of those little metal balls sliding over my prostate when he fucked me from behind or I rode him was out of this world. He was keen to breed me and experience getting bred, so we made sure to dump our first loads way up in each others' guts.
It was nearly dawn when we finally exhausted ourselves and fell asleep, and when we woke up late, we just pulled on shorts, vests and flipflops and grabbed some breakfast before heading for a secluded hammam in a less-touristy part of the city. There we spent a few hours soaking, steaming and getting scrubbed. That night, we hooked up with a couple of attractive girls in a bar and went back to their AirBnB. Drinking games led to the four of us getting progressively more naked, and after we'd dared the girls to kiss each other, they dared us to do the same. I think they were both surprised and turned on by the fact that we went for it hard; most straight boys think all girls wanna lezz out and get all grossed out (or pretend to) at the idea of "what's good for the goose...". In a way I think this was also a signal to the girls that we were safe, and we shucked the few remaining items of clothing before indulging in a long night of small-group sensual sex.
The girls finally crashed in the big bed in the flat's only room, while Hamza and I just slept naked on the sofas in the living room. After the four of us lounged around in the nude having coffees the next morning, Hamza and I dressed, exchanged kisses and hugs with the girls, and left. That night, Hamza and I enjoyed each other some more before he had to go back to Pammukale the next morning.
I'm sad to say we've fallen out of touch, but Hamza, wherever you are, I love you man!
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I'd arranged to meet Patryk in Lodz, Poland, where he worked as a construction site manager. We met at a bar near my hotel mid-afternoon; Now 36, he was married with small kids, and it was easier for him to skive off the last two or three hours of the day before going home, than it was to go out in the evening. He said he wasn't habitually unfaithful to his wife, who he loved very much, but he wasn't a saint and on nights out with the boys he would occasionally cop off with other girls. And, every so often, he'd find some lucky lad to fuck in a public toilet.
He rocked up in jeans, workboots, a t-shirt and baseball cap. Even though he still had a full head of dark hair, it was freshly buzzed right down to a grade 0, his jaw sporting a few day's stubble. He was a little beefier than he was back in 2017, but the biggest change was the full-on blackwork geometric sleeve tattoos extending down both arms and over the backs of his hands. After a beer we headed up to my room. I'd already douched but I remembered the last time we'd fucked all too well, so I excused myself to strip off in the bathroom, make sure my bladder was empty, and give my rectum one last squirt with warm water to be safe. When I came out, Patryk was spread out naked on the bed, watching porn on his phone while stroking his rock-hard, intimidatingly long and thick anaconda of a cock, showing off his fully-shaved, heavily-inked body (and I noted both his legs were also liberally adorned with intricate interlocking geometric pieces down to the tops of his feet). I settled down on the bed with him and started to work with that monster cock, licking it, sucking it, spitting on it, stretching my jaw wide, working it as far into my mouth and throat as I could, choking, gagging, retching, but never giving up. Patryk just lay back passively and let me have my fun, one arm draped casually over my shoulders, not saying a word, his face impassive.
I could have done that for the rest of the afternoon, but I knew Patryk had places to be. He got me to lie on my back with my ass on the edge of the bed, and I pulled my legs back as he settled on the floor. Our back alley session a few years ago had been rushed and almost brutal, so I didn't expect how much he really wanted to play with my hole. He spat on it, rubbed and massaged it, spread it open by the edges with his thumbs, spat some more, made sleazy comments in English, occasionally lapsing into dirty-sounding Polish... all while I held my legs back and took regular hits from my little bottle of poppers. He squirted some Boy Butter on a finger and slid it inside me, fucking it in and out. Then two fingers, then three. He was patient and experienced, clearly, and I felt nothing but pleasure when three fingers became four. When he tucked his thumb in as well I started to worry that he wanted to fist me; I'd fantasised about that, and watched plenty of fisting porn, but I wasn't ready to do it for real. I didn't need to be concerned though, because he didn't go even knuckle-deep, he just pushed and twisted and worked my hole to get it nice and relaxed and open as the poppers also did their work. When he finally lubed up his cock and slid inside me, the contrast with the last time was amazing: No pain, little discomfort, just the most incredible stretching sensation and feeling of fullness. As he gripped my ankles and spread my legs wide, I relaxed into the steady, almost mechanical fucking, unable to stop myself moaning with lustful pleasure as all the right parts of my guts were pressed and stroked.
He progressed to mounting me doggie-style, then held one of my legs up as he spoon-fucked me. I was a passive ragdoll, or more accurately a sex doll, my cock sometimes shrivelling to a limp little prick, at other times swelling to full, almost painful, leaking hardness. All the time his pace didn't vary much, it was that fuck-machine pounding, not slow, not too fast, in and out from glans to shaved smooth root. He did like pulling all the way out every so often and taking a good look at how my hole now stayed open, oozing fluid, and he'd spit inside it before resuming his fuck. Finally, he had me sit down on that beast, facing him, and fuck myself on it, and it was in that position that I was finally overtaken by the powerful, full-body prostate orgasm that I'd so hoped to experience again. I shook and gasped as a pool of thick semen spilled from my piss slit and puddled on his smooth inked belly and in his navel, followed by a series of unexpected secondary spurts that reached his inked pecs as the aftershocks continued to wash over me. That seemed to be Patryk's signal, as he gripped my glutes, lifted me slightly off his smooth slick groin, and started to fuck up into me hard and fast until he let loose an animalistic growl and erupted way up in my guts.
We lay there, side by side, recovering for a while, then without a word he got up and walked across the room, looking back over his shoulder and grinning at me as he waved his thick wet cock in my direction. He showered and got dressed as I was still laying there, then flashed me another grin as he reached over and clasped my hand in a wrestle-grip. "So good Dave. Keep in touch." He let himself out.
I've kept in touch, but have not seen Patryk again as of this writing.
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I had more encounters on that trip of course, and I may loop back and write about some of them, but eventually I made my way back to London to prepare myself for my LLM course.
As promised, this is a true account of my experiences as I remember them. I'd love to hear what you think of it. I will always reply to emails, so please email me if you want at [email protected]
