Second Meeting on HotMatch.com
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Posted:Dec 25, 2011 5:20 pm
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2013 4:08 pm
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Second meeting
This was probably the nail in the coffin for me when it comes to meeting people.
Maybe a month later after my first attempt at meeting some1 I started talking to a guy. I think he said he was 42. It didn’t bother me he was double my age – I was more turned on by it. I like an older guy anyway. They always seem to have better chat.
So we swapped pictures of everything from our faces to our cocks….and everything in-between. He didn’t have webcam, so I found myself going on cam a few times trying to coax him to get 1, and also finding him asking me to remove clothes and the usual chat. Found myself beating off for him quite a few times but he promised to return the favour.
He was a nice looking guy from the pictures and thought he’d be less of a prick than my first experience. Plus he was hairy in all the right places which had me at an instant boner.
I thought I’d play this one a bit longer and make sure he was definitely interested. By the time we came to meet I had started back uni. We agreed to meet in a pub. I had his phone number, and he knew about my past bad experience but promised it wouldn’t be like that.
So was sitting in this pub that I’d never heard of in my life down some back street in Glasgow again. I know how to get to it. but now avoid it, and can’t for the life of me remember its name. I was there early again – thought I’d get a bit of courage in me since this time we had planned what we’d do after our meet and greet if we still were interested.
Lets just say it involved his flat, the removal of clothes, and him ‘making it up to me’ for not having a webcam.
I didn’t recognise him when he turned up. He said he was 42, and to be fair his pictures did look roughly in that age range. Maybe mid 30s to mid 40s. In reality, he looked somewhere between 65-70, and was at least a good few stone heavier round the middle than his pictures suggested. Also, his face didn’t really suit the one in the picture, making me think it wasn’t him. I’d never have noticed him if he hadn’t came over, sat next to me and slid his hand under the table and up my leg while passing my a drink he’d bought me.
I have nothing against guys who are quite a bit older; it’s just not what I was expecting and was no longer doing it for me. He came across quite dominant in conversation. Eventually, after all this dutch-courage, I needed the loo. Anyway let him know I was just off to the mens and I’d be back.
Although I wasn’t interested in the guy anymore I felt it was only nice to talk for a while and then say I’d need t go rather than leave right away. This was probably my mistake.
So I’m standing there taking a piss. Toilets quiet – no1 else there but me as far as I knew. Next thing, he comes in and stands next to me, smiles and takes out his dick. You just sorta laugh it off thinking oh he obviously needed a piss too. What u don’t expect to happen is him to reach down and start to tug at you like ur a bit of rope in a tug of war.
By this point I’d backed away from the urinal and had started to say I was sorry but I wasn’t really up for this while tucking my dick back inside my jeans. He just came closer tho and kept saying ‘you’re well up for this’ while pulling at my clothes, ass and crotch.
He was getting far to rough, I was worried incase anyone would walk in, and I’d had enough because he wasn’t taking no for an answer. Eventually I had to push him back, tell him I’d had enough and walked out the pub. In a way it scared me a bit. I was in an unfamiliar location with some1 I didn’t really know. I eventually got abusive e-mails sent to me from him saying that I was a ‘right slag’ and had led him on. In the end I ignored it for a while but had to report him to HotMatch.com.
Never heard from him since.
Since then I’ve been so much more wary. I now only give out mobile numbers after a good while of e-mail contact. And don’t usually go for meets until I really get to know some1. Guess I learnt the hard way
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First meeting on HotMatch.com
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Posted:Dec 25, 2011 4:43 pm
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2013 4:08 pm
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So I felt it’d maybe be good to talk about attempted meets on HotMatch.com (and yea I do mean attempted)
First meeting
Okay so it was well over a year ago when I tried to meet someone from here. It must have been around summer because I was off uni at the time, and I remember not having to wear a jacket on my way into Glasgow.
Anyway, the story goes: we chatted a bit through e-mails (like 3) before moving onto instant messenger. After a couple of nights of talking we decided to switch on webcam (back when it worked!). I think he said he was 25. So at the time I’d maybe have been 19/20 at the time. He was fit, dark hair. Cracking body. Well endowed. Anyway, next we swapped mobile numbers and after a couple of heavy wanking sessions over the phone and cam, we decided to meet. I had only known him about 2 weeks but we were both interested in the same things so seemed perfectly fine. If I’m honest we hadn’t actually planned beyond the meeting (what we’d do after we said hi)
I didn’t really see what the problem everyone seemed to talk about with meeting people. It seemed like it was easy enough.
Plan was to meet inside Costa coffee on Sauchiehall Street at 12. I was there early < haha nothing like being keen!
Anyway, I waited, and waited and waited. Eventually at 1, after trying to call him and getting no answer several times I gave up. It’s unlikely we didn’t recognise each other. His webcam was pretty good, and I was sitting facing the window so I saw every1 who went past. Looking back it annoys me at the time I wasted.
I suppose it wasn’t a total waste of my day. I was in Glasgow anyway, and sat and read the paper for a while, while I had something to eat. But it’s just the idea that someone was all talk and never turned up.
When I got home, I went to send him an e-mail on HotMatch.com. Funnily enough his account wasn’t anywhere to be found? I’m really not looking to repeat this ever again.
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Red Striped Briefs
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Posted:Nov 20, 2011 3:20 pm
Last Updated:Nov 26, 2011 2:08 pm
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Recently I’ve been going to the gym. And usually nothing ever interesting happens. I go, work out, shower, then leave.
Like most gyms I’ve been to the changing facilities are communal. For most people who are bi or gay or even just curious I’d probably say this would be one on the main places to catch a glimpse of some ass, cock or whatever you’re into. But for me – I never see it this way. I can be standing next to another guy who under normal circumstances I’d be attracted to, yet I never am. It’s really odd I think. Don’t even get the slightest bit aroused,
Well that sorta changed recently. It was just a normal day (sounds like the way all good stories start doesn’t it?). Anyway I was there pretty early. I think I’d got there about 8am and had been there for 2 hours roughly. I’d done my usual routine of switching between exercise bikes, treadmills and dumbbells. I then headed back to the changing rooms.
I had been on the treadmill before I’d finished and I’ll be the first to admit- I don’t warm down properly! I tend to go full pelt on the treadmill when I know I’m just about finished and I usually find myself feeling slightly warm or dizzy after. For some reason I like this though. It makes me feel like I’ve actual exercised and not just hung around in a room with exercise equipment for 2 hours.
I always take a bottle of water and fill it up from the machines at the gym. I had filled it up before leaving for the changing rooms with the intent on sitting on a bench for 5 minutes and letting my heart rate return to normal while drinking the water. Like I said normal day –I sat down same as usual.
Close behind me another guy came in and put his stuff down across from me. If I’m honest I didn’t take any notice at first. He started to change - I assume anyway because when I next looked up from my state of dizziness he had his trousers and jumper off.
It was at this point I started to notice I was getting aroused. The guy started to make a phone call on his mobile. Usually I always hate people who do this. You don’t need to call someone from the changing room. Do it outside. But this time I was too distracted.
When he’d came in I’d had the suspicion he was either foreign or liked sun beds. He was just too tanned for our U.K. weather! Anyway, turns out he speaks with some accent I can’t make out but speaks very good *insert unknown language here*.
The next thing I noticed as I gazed from the floor upward was the hair on his legs and his feet. I’m a fan of hair. I hate guys who look like they haven’t hit puberty yet! His was dark against his skin.
My eyes slowly settled on his underwear. He was facing away from me as he spoke on the phone - right into a wall full of lockers - so there was no chance he saw me looking. He was wearing these dark red/grey striped briefs (sorta the same style as the ones below). It was about now I started to notice my breathing started to change (not because I’d caught my breath back from running but because I was getting turned on).
His ass looked firm. What made my view better was the area of the changing room I was in is like an alcove 2 meters wide at most. And he was standing right in the centre facing his wall (so around a foot and a half away from me roughly).
My eyes glanced next at his thighs. I fond myself dipping my head slightly to see if I could get a view of what was on the other side. Instead what I got was more hair. The side of his thighs were hairy too – as if leading to yet more hair under those briefs he wore.
I remember fantasising about me reaching up with both hands, pulling those briefs down and burying my tongue in his hairy ass. I still wish I had.
I noticed I was getting 1 hell of a boner and eventually had to stand up and face my wall away from him. Not only because I was getting a hardon but because it’s creepy if someone just sits there the whole time you’re changing.
I started to change. I took out my towel and quickly started to change. Before I removed my boxers I gave a quick glance over my shoulder to make sure no one was watching (I still had that boner remember). We were the only 2 in the changing room and he was still chatting away so I quickly dropped my kecks and pulled my towel around me.
I headed of to the showers horny as fuck. While in there I had a quick fumble thinking I could maybe have a quick tactical wank. I kept thinking that someone was bound to catch me since the showers are communal too. Just a room with showerheads on the walls and a drain in the middle. Not exactly huge either. They’re usually a pain if it’s busy – hence I go at quiet times. Eventually I just gave up and let my boner go down slightly. Still hard but not likely to poke someone’s eye out.
I came out the showers and dried of in the small area next to it before walking back along to the main changing area. I had expected the guy to have finished his conversation and be changed ready to leave if he hadn’t have left already. Instead he was just hanging up the phone at I awkwardly tried to get past him.
I was still thirsty from exercising and some deep breathing so decided to sit down again and drink some more of my water.
The guy then proceeded to remove his t-shirt turn around and sit on the bench facing me. He was hot. Here comes that boner again. He had a hairy chest and was scratching it it slightly as he looked down at his bag of gym stuff.
At this point I was really conscious of being caught with a hardon especially since was now only wearing a towel.
What happened next I couldn’t believe. The guy got up still scratching lightly with 1 hand and scratched all the way down before reaching his briefs and then gives what ever is inside them a good scratching too. At the same time my cock is so hard I feel like if he were to so much as look at me I’d cum.
I got up and quickly threw my boxers and jeans on while he was facing away from me. After this I was satisfied they were holding my cock down enough that I could easily disguise it with my towel cleverly held to dry my hair.
By this point he had turned around and was putting on a pair of shorts. It was then I noticed the outline of a shape inside those briefs. I felt like I was gonna explode I was that horny.
As he straightened himself up from his hunched over position, we both caught each others eye. He gave a quick light hearted smile (as if to be pleasant) and then carried on.
He seemed to get dressed very quickly and was locking his locker in seconds while I was still fumbling with my t-shirt. He left the changing toom and I was left alone with my throbbing dick.
I’m actually surprised in the whole 15-20 minutes no one came in. there are other changing rooms (all the exact same) on other floors though, so maybe it wasn’t a busy morning.
I haven’t seen him again but I really wanna catch him one day after his workout. Just so I can get a better view of the whole package.
So far though this guy seems to be the only 1 I’ve been like this with. I was worried I’d start getting horny all the time when changing, but I don’t. Another one of life’s great mysteries I think.
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