So, I've got a bit behind on my updates. Basically Sunday morning (and I normally update after breakfast) was a bit of a write-off for reasons that will shortly come clear. I'm writing this on the train home and will post when I get back.
As I said in my last entry, Saturday was a busy day. After I posted I went into town to get some lunch and then went to the event arranged at the Basement sauna. I'm not entirely convinced by the layout of Basement. It has some good bits (the changing rooms, showers and hot sauna are all very nice looking and there's a lounge type area with TV and comfy sofas) but the downstairs cruising area was a bit grotty, even for a sauna, the cabins were a bit small and you have to pay for drinks and stuff as you go rather than settling up at the end (and a sauna isn't the handiest place for carrying cash). That said it was quite nice and mazelike downstairs and there were lots of cute furry fellas around - so I'm not complaining really! I found what I guess was the 'orgy' room (small enough to be intimate, but with porn on and large enough for a fair few guys) and had some interesting encounters, a couple of nice thick cocks to suck and one guy who could only be described as a 'Daddy Bear' type who gave incredibly good head! I then took a bit of a wander around and got pounced on! We went off to a cabin and had some fun and a bit of a chat. He claims he doesn't normally snog random blokes (isn't that kinda the point when you're in a sauna?). Funny moment was when we both pulled out poppers at the same time (I don't usually take poppers to saunas as its yet another thing to lug around, but they are actually really good in that environment, maybe its just enhancing the inherent sleaziness of the situation and who doesn't want a bit of sleaze every now and then?). So, I had a good time with this guy and he suggested going for a drink, so we walked back down to canal street and had a couple of drinks and a chat. Turns out he was planning on going to the pool party later that afternoon but had forgotten to bring any swimming gear, so we took a trip into town so he could buy some. The pool party was fun. Lots of wet furry blokes larking about - lots of beach ball lobbing, ducking people under the water, splashing and generally being silly. The flumes were open and I, foolishly, got talked into going on the fast one by one of the Manbears guys. It was very deceptive - you get it and its really gentle and you think 'this isn't too bad' then you hit a near vertical drop and all you can think is 'fffuuuuuuuccccckkkkk'. While the pool party was fun, and it was nice to have someone to go with, I think I would have enjoyed more if I'd been with a group of mates, so I may not go next year.
After the pool party I was completely knackered, so decided to just get pizza at the hotel and have a sleep before going out. This was a good plan. I slept for about two hours before getting up to take a shower and then head straight for the Outpost/Legends as it was about midnight by that point and I assumed that everyone would have moved off canal street. I was correct. Saturday night was by far and away the busiest night - you couldn't move around Outpost and then Legends without having to force your way through. The plus side of this is that there were many opportunities to cop a feel and get felt up - all in the nicest possible way of course! By this point I was feeling more confident and was quite the social butterfly and chatted with most of the guys I knew from Gaydar, snogged a few bears and even got dragged into the darkroom (room is pushing it a little, it more of a tent) for a bit (the bloke gave me his number later when I was taking another wander - more on that when I write up yesterday). The problem of how to introduce myself to the guy I spotted on Friday night that I'd met in Gran Canaria was resolved by my t-shirt. He spotted me and said 'I have a t-shirt like that!', to which my reply was 'I know, I met you in Gran Canaria about six weeks ago!'. I was going to head off at around three or so, but one of the guys I'd been chatting to suggested going to Company (another bar, just behind canal street) - which of course sounded like a good idea at the time! Several drinks, chat and bear snogging later I came to the conclusion that I was ready to drop and headed home. Finally got in at 5am! To my credit I did actually manage to get undressed, send a text to the guy that gave me his number and clean my teeth before falling into bed! I think this should explain why I didn't write this post on Sunday morning!
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