Rick's Cruising Diary

Men are like buses

29 March

Quite often nothing happens and you wonder 'why am I doing this?' Then a day like this one comes along and you remember why...

I went down to the Canal with my friend Gary and I wasn't feeling that horny to tell the truth. I was a bit tired. In fact we hadn't even got to the 'dead end', we were walking along the street when this skinhead appeared, coming towards us.

He was pale-skinned but with dark features. The kind of guy who always looks as though he needs a shave. Not dead handsome, 'rugged' I supposed you'd say. He reminded me a bit of a British film star of 30 years ago, though I can't remember his name.

Anyway it was clear that 'film star skin' was interested. We passed, I walked another couple of steps, looked back and he was looking at me. There's no point messing about in these situations. I told Gary I'd see him later and walked up to the skinhead.

He asked if I wanted to go back to his place, which was nearby, and I said 'yeah'. Very nice place he had... I'd like to describe it in detail but that might give away exactly where he lives and who he is — and one of my rules about writing this stuff online is that I won't describe anyone in that much detail.

He made me a coffee and put on a video. By this time I was starting to feel very tired and, frankly, wondered why the fuck I'd got myself back there. We talked about what we were both into, the coffee perked me up a bit and soon we headed into the bedroom.

As I expected, he was hairy all over — which is not usually my thing. But he was into kissing and very tactile, which I do like. We wrestled and he began to turn me on. His cock was OK — average. I sucked it and he sucked mine and, after quite some time, he came.

He asked me if I'd like to stay the night but, by now, weirdly, I wasn't feeling tired at all. Besides which, I don't normally sleep well in a strange bed. He asked for my 'phone number, we swapped, and I left.

My route home took me past the 'dead end' so, what the heck, I thought I'd look to see what was going on. This time I got a little further than I had before. I turned the corner and looked up the street, past the little opening that leads down onto the canal towpath. There's a car-park, which I think used to be a bus depot, with a large corrugated metal building which is set back from the road.

Men remind me of buses sometimes... None for ages then several come along at once.

I could see a lad hanging about in the shadowy area in front of the building. I walked up close and saw that he was quite stunning looking. Slim, with olive skin and short black curly hair. He looked about 23 or 24. He smiled at me. Wow... I said 'hi' and we wandered into the car-park and round the back of the building.

I kissed him on the mouth, undid his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. I couldn't believe my luck. This handsome boy was 100% my type: a smooth, hairless body, not too defined — just nice and natural. Italian-type.

I pulled down his jeans and white Calvin Klein boxer shorts. He had a cute smooth little arse and beautiful dick. I go more on the shape of a cock than the size to be honest, but this was a decent size AND lovely shape.

I crouched down and got my mouth around it, while feeling his smooth cheeks and legs. Then he sucked me and, while he was bent over, I took the opportunity to check out his little arse and balls in a bit more detail. Throughout all of this he was grinning and smiling a lot. So much so that I began to wonder whether he was 'on' something other than my cock! He'd been to a club, so perhaps he was...

Running my hands under his shirt, over his pecs and stomach, I decided that this was one guy I wanted to get completely naked with, so I asked him to come back home with me. Besides which, the Police were buzzing around the area. He said he wasn't sure, he had to get up early next morning and, by now, it was about 1 am. But he didn't really take much persuading and we jumped into his car.

Back home, we stripped off our clothes, lay on the bed cuddling and kissing a lot. I kissed his lovely smooth body from head to foot. There's nothing quite like kissing a guy passionately and feeling his hot breath as he comes. In fact, we both shot pretty much simultaneously.

He seemed nice. Easy to talk to and he asked for my phone number. Most guys don't ask and tonight it had happened twice. We swapped.

On the whole, I don't go chasing after lads that I meet down the canal. No matter what they say in the heat of the moment, most are only after some uncomplicated fun. But in this case I made an exception and a few days later I 'phoned him. I got the impression my call wasn't entirely welcome, so I told him to 'phone me sometime if he wanted to get together again.

Needless to say, he didn't!