Confessions.... Number 2

Another one, this is the one that pre-dates confession number 1, but i couldnt find it before i uploaded that one... so here goes.. It's from late 2007 when i took my first trip to Trades Hotel, Blackpool... a place renowned for sleazy sex...

Went out on Monday night around town, started off slow, I wanted to pace myself, what with this being the first time I’d experienced true 24 hour drinking since the law was passed here in the UK.

Anyway, I was wearing a pair of stone washed jeans, a blue and white vertically striped shirt which being a medium, showed off my rather thick set upper body quite nicely, and a pair of brown leather loathers. I was freshly shaven, skin silky smooth, and my hair was number 2 cropped. If I may say so, I looked hot.

The night started in Mardi Gras, where there was a cabaret show, followed by a strip show. After this, we went across the road to a bar known as trades. It’s a private members bar which I had joined only the previous night. As you walk in, there’s a toilet on the left (which is used as a toilet), and the room then opens up to this great big cavernous bar. The long, billeted aluminium bar is on the left, and runs the length of the place. Inside the bar itself are TV’s playing porn so you can keep aroused whilst waiting for a beer. There’s a cage in the middle of the dance floor where twinks porn stars do everything you want… as I walked in, they were barebacking each other. Which got me mega hot... this was a mens private bar, for men to do their things. The whole place is dark, with flashing lights, and dry ice... giving a nice atmosphere to it.

After a while of drinking, perving at other guys, I decided to go to the other toilets, these ones are renowned for sleaze.

In here, I sucked a few guys off, bent over the toilet and took one load in me from this guy who I never really liked but I was horny and… yeah.

The night continued in this fashion, drink, flirt, toilet, fuck, drink, flirt, toilet, fuck… at about 3am, I’d had enough and wanted a change of scenery. We headed back to the Hotel which had a bar which stayed open as long as it was profitable to do so.

We carried on drinking here, and the bar filled up as other residents and drinkers came to the place as other venues in town shut, by about 5am, it was packed…

Now, trades hotel is a cheap men’s hotel… and it’s renowned for what happens in the corridors in the wee hours of the morning.

One of my last memories is walking the corridors, trying people’s doors (as is the recognised practise for getting laid at Trades), when I passed this guy… without even thinking about it… I just said “do you know where I can get some spunk in my hole?” He nodded for me to follow, so I did.

I have very vague memories of dropping my pants in his room, taking a huge hit of poppers, spreading my legs and him ramming his cock deep into me without any lube….. That was at about 5.20am.

The next memory I have, is coming to my senses, in the doggy position, spread on the bed, this guy ramming his cock into my hole, my head killing. I looked out the window, it was sunny, the sky was blue, the birds were singing… I looked at my watch, it was 8.45am!

SHIT! What had happened?

Then I came aware of the state of my hole... it was so sloppy, sticky, and sore obviously not from one guy… I groaned, and guy fucking me stopped, I looked at him, and he was kinda hot, about 5’11” tall, quite thick set, decent pecs, flat stomach, big arms… and a demonic sort of grin and stare… so I guess I made a good decision.

He pulled out of me, we chatted for a while, I told him I had no recollection at all of what happened, and he just smirked, and looked at a glass of what looked like cola on the side. Now, I never drink cola, not even with vodka etc… so I know I hadn’t ordered it.

Then he said… “So you don’t remember being the hotel whore?”

I didn’t, I didn’t remember a thing… I’m guessing that in my very drunken stupor the guy had gotten me to drink this cola, which must have had something in it...?

I made my excuses, stood up and left… spunk pouring out of my hole with each step I took… man; I’d been abused BIG time.

In the car on the way home later that day, I closed my eyes, and tried to remember as my mate drove us back to Yorkshire. Vague memories kept flashing back to me, but I’m unable to tell if they’re memories or fantasies…

I dropped the guy a text (we’d swapped numbers before I left his room), and asked what exactly had happened… to which he just replied that he’d kept the door open after he’d fucked me a few times, and gone back to the bar and told everyone there that there was a guy off his head taking all loads…. And gave them the room number!!! Apparently, at one stage I was begging for a poz load…. Whether I got it or not he wouldn’t say, and I sure as hell can’t remember.

God knows how many fucked me that night, but it’s safe to say I don’t remember any of them… but suddenly, all the “hello’s” and other greetings I’d got as I left the hotel only a few hours earlier made sense…. They’d probably all dumped a load or two in me…. There was young twinks (18-19yo), to filthy old men I wouldn’t dream of going with… skinny, fat… you name it, they were there.

I’ve fantasised about doing something like that for ages, but I never expected to actually ever go through with it… common sense always seemed to kick in… but I must say… now I’ve done it (albeit, not copus mentis), I fucking love it! Definitely be doing it again… who knows, next time hopefully it’ll be in a sling!!