Rick's Cruising Diary

Hot Scot

16 March

One entrance to the infamous underground cruising area is on Dale Street. An archway, next to the office furniture shop, leads through a short tunnel, down a steep bank and onto the canal path.

It isn't unusual for men to be lurking just inside this dark tunnel and, tonight, as I walked in through the arch, a young guy was leaning against the wall.

Dressed in trainers, a large white t-shirt hanging over his baggy jeans and wearing a baseball cap, he pulled out his cock and asked in a Scottish accent: 'fancy a fuck?'

His dick was hard and a nice-looking one. Long and thick, it looked maybe 8 inches. I reckoned you could probably just about get your hand round it so your middle finger and thumb were touching, maybe not. The foreskin was pulled right back over the head.

It's unusual for guys to be that forward and, anyway, I've been fucked by no more than a handful of different men in my whole life. So I gave him a grin and continued down the slope. But my mind was working overtime. I found his forwardness a bit off-putting but, at the same time, it was fucking horny.

There was nothing going on down there so I walked out of the far end onto Canal Street and began the journey home. But I couldn't stop thinking about this lad and I ended up going round in circles wondering whether to go back. He'd probably have disappeared anyway...

Finally I headed back and found him wandering about in the caged area. This was a bit embarrassing, as there were lots of guys hanging about... I asked him if he'd found anyone. he said 'no'... 'Does your offer still stand?' I whispered to him. 'What offer?' he asked. I told him and he said 'yes'. I said he would have to come back to my place as I wasn't about to do it down the canal. He said OK.

As we headed back, I had butterflies in my stomach — ridiculous really. But his cock was so big and thick, I wasn't sure I'd be able to take it. It was a match for the biggest one I'd ever had up there and I hadn't exactly had much practice lately.

At the same time, I was making idle chat with him. Despite his cap, I could see that he had quite short dark curly hair and a young-looking face. 'How old are you?' I asked him. '19' he replied.

Back at my place he sat on the bed, sitting up against a pillow, unzipped and got out his big curving piece of meat. It really was a beauty. I got my mouth around it and it slid down my throat. Jeez it was fucking huge. I was seriously worried.

He told me to get down on all fours on the bed. I opened an HGM safer sex pack and handed him a condom and the two packets of lube. He rolled the condom down his meat and smeared the rubber with lots of lube. Roughly, he dabbed some lube up against my hole and got into position behind me.

He grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it off over his head. he was still wearing his baseball cap and trainers and his jeans were pulled down to below his knees. Even now I still couldn't believe that I was about to get fucked by this well-endowed 19-year-old stud.

I felt the head of his cock against my hole and he pressed forward. Ouch... But he wasn't going to let up and I had no choice but to try and force myself to relax. Suddenly the big piece of meat slid right into me and I was filled with prime Scottish beef.

It hurt like fuck but, now he was in, he wasn't going to stop. He pushed until the entire length was inside me and his dark pubic hair was brushing up against me. Slowly he pulled out and then he began screwing me. This rough young Scot had only one thing on his mind — getting his rocks off — and it was clear that he was going to use and abuse my tight butt in any way necessary.

He began pulling out almost completely then throwing the entire 8-inch length up me in a single stroke, spreading my arse wide. His technique was almost non-existent, though in a way I was getting off on him being so brutal. He pushed my head down into the pillow, half stood up and began almost jumping up and down on me.

His thick dick was shafting me without mercy. My hand was on my cock and I was nearly coming. I spunked into my hand. He continued to fuck me, but not for long... The tightening muscles in my arse brought the little fucker to orgasm too and he creamed me good and proper.

He pulled the filled condom off his horse dick and walked into the bathroom to clean up, leaving me dazed and collapsed in a heap on the bed. By the time he returned, I'd managed to stand up and pull on my underwear. He put on his t-shirt and said he had to go.

As we reached the front door, he turned to me and asked: 'did you enjoy that?' As though he really wasn't sure. He looked at my face and answered his own question: 'Of course you did...'