Another slutty Thursday
I had been looking forward to getting lashed all week. I washed and ironed and washed up and tidied like a trooper till 02.15 on Wednesday night to ensure that I would be able to go drinking last night and I duly did.
I left work at 6pm and got into Manchester proper at about quarter past. I then proceeded to spend £75 in about half an hour – certainly over £2 per minute: on ties, trousers, Scotch tape, UHU, bin liners and the like.
I then got a free bus to Churchill’s and settled down with the latest edition of Gay Times. Had one pint and just before I bought my second, an American girl who was part of a group of three (her, a chunky guy and a fit guy in a cap) asked if she could bum a fag. Of course I said yes and I cheerily went off and bought my second pint.
When I got back, she and chunky guy had gone leaving fit guy in a cap. He kept staring over in quite a rapey way which was a little unnerving but I invited him to sit with me. He, in turn, asked me sit with him so I did and then while trying to make small talk he kept looking at my groin and sticking his tongue out in a suggestive manner. This continued for about 10 -15 minutes but when I offered him another drink, he said he’d prefer to come back to my hotel room: I’d already told him I lived in Manchester but by now I was getting the impression that he’d been drinking a little longer than I had! So we headed off (at 8pm – I’d not even been there an hour and karaoke hadn't even begun) much to the amusement of the bar staff who I think were quietly impressed with my ability to pull.
So, he was called Anthony and claimed to be 35. He didn’t look it though, I’d have guessed he was my age. He was nice looking and had a strong looking face, although he did have a bit of a lump on his forehead and wasn't as nice looking close up as he was from afar - but still v nice. He had, under his cap, the beginnings of MPB as he had thining brown hair. He was a rep and was supposed to be in Faliraki but had had to come back for some training courses. He wasn't fat but had a bit of a belly which I thought quite nice and moobs that would almost have made BB Craig proud!
So we got home and he insisted that I get undressed first which made me think he was going to rob me – being undressed, I wouldn’t be able to chase after him. But it turned out that he just wanted to see me naked which was a relief. Anyway we had a nice but rather slow time. He was hardly the most dynamic of lovers. I put this down to his drunkenness which by this time I was certain of as I have never encountered anyone so unable to maintain an erection. He seemed quite as aware of this as I was and was focussing all attention onto me and preventing me from getting my mits on him.
This carried on for another hour or so and by 9.30 poor Anthony was flagging and at 9.50 he suggested we go to sleep. It wasn’t even sodding 10pm but I agreed. I had to get ready for the weekend so I set the alarm for 6am so I could wash, pack and tidy as well, of course, as get rid of Anthony in good time.
Didn’t sleep well – I never do when I sleep with people but I got about 4 hours sleep and before I knew it, the dulcet tones of the Monkees on Radio Two were blaring out. It was 15 seconds to 6am. I felt like death but Anthony obviously had slept well as he was all over me like a rash and his brewers droop was long gone. He seemed in a rush to make up for last night and I was more than happy to go along with him. Before I knew it it was 6.40 and I was kissing him goodbye at Oxford Road Station going along with his pretence that he’d keep in touch (pretence because he didn’t even have my number). I popped into McDonalds on the way home and had a Mc Bacon Roll meal and went home.
Watched To The Manor Born on UK Gold, packed my bag, tidied up, emptied my bins, had a shower, got dressed (realising that neither new tie was as suitable as one which Karen had given me in June) and got a cab to work.
What a funny night. And twice in a week! Goodness. I must have some powerful pheromones on me!!
I left work at 6pm and got into Manchester proper at about quarter past. I then proceeded to spend £75 in about half an hour – certainly over £2 per minute: on ties, trousers, Scotch tape, UHU, bin liners and the like.
I then got a free bus to Churchill’s and settled down with the latest edition of Gay Times. Had one pint and just before I bought my second, an American girl who was part of a group of three (her, a chunky guy and a fit guy in a cap) asked if she could bum a fag. Of course I said yes and I cheerily went off and bought my second pint.
When I got back, she and chunky guy had gone leaving fit guy in a cap. He kept staring over in quite a rapey way which was a little unnerving but I invited him to sit with me. He, in turn, asked me sit with him so I did and then while trying to make small talk he kept looking at my groin and sticking his tongue out in a suggestive manner. This continued for about 10 -15 minutes but when I offered him another drink, he said he’d prefer to come back to my hotel room: I’d already told him I lived in Manchester but by now I was getting the impression that he’d been drinking a little longer than I had! So we headed off (at 8pm – I’d not even been there an hour and karaoke hadn't even begun) much to the amusement of the bar staff who I think were quietly impressed with my ability to pull.
So, he was called Anthony and claimed to be 35. He didn’t look it though, I’d have guessed he was my age. He was nice looking and had a strong looking face, although he did have a bit of a lump on his forehead and wasn't as nice looking close up as he was from afar - but still v nice. He had, under his cap, the beginnings of MPB as he had thining brown hair. He was a rep and was supposed to be in Faliraki but had had to come back for some training courses. He wasn't fat but had a bit of a belly which I thought quite nice and moobs that would almost have made BB Craig proud!
So we got home and he insisted that I get undressed first which made me think he was going to rob me – being undressed, I wouldn’t be able to chase after him. But it turned out that he just wanted to see me naked which was a relief. Anyway we had a nice but rather slow time. He was hardly the most dynamic of lovers. I put this down to his drunkenness which by this time I was certain of as I have never encountered anyone so unable to maintain an erection. He seemed quite as aware of this as I was and was focussing all attention onto me and preventing me from getting my mits on him.
This carried on for another hour or so and by 9.30 poor Anthony was flagging and at 9.50 he suggested we go to sleep. It wasn’t even sodding 10pm but I agreed. I had to get ready for the weekend so I set the alarm for 6am so I could wash, pack and tidy as well, of course, as get rid of Anthony in good time.
Didn’t sleep well – I never do when I sleep with people but I got about 4 hours sleep and before I knew it, the dulcet tones of the Monkees on Radio Two were blaring out. It was 15 seconds to 6am. I felt like death but Anthony obviously had slept well as he was all over me like a rash and his brewers droop was long gone. He seemed in a rush to make up for last night and I was more than happy to go along with him. Before I knew it it was 6.40 and I was kissing him goodbye at Oxford Road Station going along with his pretence that he’d keep in touch (pretence because he didn’t even have my number). I popped into McDonalds on the way home and had a Mc Bacon Roll meal and went home.
Watched To The Manor Born on UK Gold, packed my bag, tidied up, emptied my bins, had a shower, got dressed (realising that neither new tie was as suitable as one which Karen had given me in June) and got a cab to work.
What a funny night. And twice in a week! Goodness. I must have some powerful pheromones on me!!
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