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Bedtime story: One summer evening I was cruising on Clapham ..
🕑 Added 2023-09-29 08:53:04 +0000 UTC Bedtime story:One summer evening I was cruising on Clapham Common when a guy I’d shagged long before started following me around. So I lead him to a quiet spot, bent him over and shoved myself up his boyhole.
Neither of us came, we just fucked for a while then went out separate ways. Or so I thought. A little later I noticed he was following me around again. I put up with it for about 20 mins before I’d had enough. I marched up to him and asked him firmly to stop.
His cocky reply was the cry of all the cruising weirdos: it’s a public space and he can do what he likes. Anyone who says that is trouble, take it from me. In my opinion they’re serious mental health cases but I can’t be more specific cos I’m no expert. But I’m pretty certain there’s a link.
So he kept following. It was a hot, cloudy night so visibility was excellent (the more cloud, the more you can see cos light is reflected down; the moon sometimes helps too but cloud is much better) and half an hour later I saw a really hot, buff guy walk past.
He stopped, did the turn thing and a few seconds later we were in the bushes with our pants down. He had a lovely dick but he wanted to be fucked. I didn’t mess around and I started pounding him. That’s when the weirdo walked right up to us and stood next to my buff guy.
The buff guy stopped and I pulled out, so the weirdo stepped back. Buff guy asked the weirdo to go away but he refused. The buff guy then said he’s sorry, he can’t deal with this and left. And I don’t blame him. I marched up to the weirdo and asked if he was happy now.
I asked him what’s the point of following me to watch me fuck if he’s gonna scare off everyone I fuck? Then it dawned on me that’s what he wanted, hoping I’d fuck him again instead. So I made clear that after his behaviour I would never be fucking him again.
And then he snapped. He started ranting, abusing and yelling at me right in front of my face. I walked off but he followed and he kept following for a few minutes. And then I snapped. I turned on my heel and ran straight at him.
He started running away but I caught up and gave him an almighty shove so he fell over in the mud. Then I started yelling at him - I was much louder than he was and it scared him. Thank god. But as he moved away he picked up a called tree branch and tried to throw it at me as I walked off.
He was miles short but when I realised what he’d done I turned and charged at him again. He turned and ran off, never to be seen again. Literally never. I think he got the message: if I saw him there again there’d be more trouble.
But this story had a happy ending. Walking home I went past a bus stop - and the buff guy was waiting there. I told him I was nearby and he followed me home. Finally! And he got straight down to it too. He pulled me inside him and made clear he needed pounding hard.
That’s exactly what he got - and a massive load too. It only took us a couple of minutes to cum cos it was so good. He didn’t want a shower after, he did he wanted my smell to stay on him. I’m not sure how I feel about having “a smell” but never mind.
