Last night at Hard On in London. Not sure how many loads I got, but reckon about one in fucks ended with a load, so maybe 6 or 7. Currently my favourite strategy at sex clubs is just to find a suitable bench (preferably one with lots of passing traffic, rather than one stuck in a dead-end corner) and kneel on it, arse up for anyone to use: that’s how I got most of my loads last night. But occasionally I’ll ‘mingle’ and join the throng, which is harder work but sometimes results in a better quality fuck. And that’s how I got my last load of the evening. Fit, otter-type guy, lovely big cock, rock hard. It was getting late and he clearly wanted to cum so he could get out of there, and I just happened to offer the right hole at the right time. He turned me round, pushed me up against the wall and was straight in there, stirring up all the other loads I’d taken. Fucked me good and hard before delivering his load deep, deep inside with two or three punishing thrusts and a long, tell-tale groan. Great way to end the night, for both of us!