Feeder Posted October 4, 2011 Report Share Posted October 4, 2011 Click here to see Spunk Bucket's original blog post... Yeah... So I had my first holiday, in 14 years in August 2011. I picked Sitges. My Mum and Co dont understand why on earth I would have chosen Sitges, since it is so expensive. Barcelona type price etc. Well, my Mum aint no Cock Addict, so she wouldnt understand. 12 Nights of Sun, Sea, Surf, n Cum - more a less. Im going to break this up into the easilly memorable sections. Day 1 - I flew in, I got off the plane, and immediately noticed the heat. OMG, I needed out of my jeans... I hopped in a taxi, and ended up in the Terramar hotel - Sitges. (Trust me to pick the furthest hotel from town). The fare cost about 78 Euro - kinda pricey, considering the return taxi was 40 euro. ANYWAY... I got settled into my room, and decided to change into my cutoffs to go for a dander. I knew there was a cruising location south of the Hotel, I just didnt know exactly where... I followed the beach south, and came to a bit where I had to climb down a wall to get onto the shore, otherwise I would have had to follow the road the long way around. So, I climbed down the wall, which was hard in flip flops. I then carried on south, I didnt know exactly where to go, but there was a stream of gay couples going to and from a seemingly common location. I just followed the sheep.... like a sheep. Eventually, I came to Atlantidia - the beach club, where the gay beach parties are every tuesday. The carpark was full with around 100 cars, lots of teens, girls, people drinking, and car stereos going in the car park. I walked on, and dared not make eye contact - I wondered if these people knew where I was going, and for what reason. Eventually, we came to the cliff. Essentially, its a big white rock face, that you have to struggle to climb up, its not vertical, but it is at about 40 degree angle, and you need to do large stretches to get up the path. There were parts where the path forked off, and I didnt know which way to go, so I would kind stop to er... look around, while another gay passed me by, so I could follow him - That must have looked so dodgy. Eventually, after the cliff parts, you come to the train tracks, you essentially have 3 choices here. The first 2 left turns off the tracks, will take you to gay/family friendly beaches, or the gay beach... The 3rd Choice, is you can walk along the track further, and then cross them, into the pine forest. I had no idea where I was going, but eventually my native gay cruising instinct kicked in, and felt right at home, when I saw more condom wrappers on the forest floor than pine needles. There were quite a few people wandering around, but none that really piqued my interest, I eventually did find a guy who I gave and received a mutual blowjob from, but alas - language barrier. No fucking. That night, I ended up chatting to someone called David from France, on an iPhone App called Grindr. We arranged to meet up for a drink. It was around 9pm, and he said he would meet me around 12 midnight. I was drinking San Miguel on repeat- I had already had about 5 pints of the stuff, and was kinda dizzy from it. My phone battery was nearly dead too, I had been using it as a map on my first day - Data Charges = Bummer. However, Grindr was my only method of communication with David. So I decided at around 10.30pm to head back to the hotel, to give my phone a little charge. I was well drunk at this time. So I walked for around 30 minutes back towards the hotel, got half way there, and realised it was 11.30pm, and was like....Crap..... Back into town we go..... Ended up back in DSB (Dark Sitges Bar) More drink, and now it was heating up, more fellas were coming in. Eventually David did arrive, we met up, drank at the bar, and I quoted some random french words I remembered from school, and strangely enough he actually understood them. I cant really remember what happened after that, but next thing I remember, we have our tongues down eachothers throat, opposite the tv screen playing the porn, beside the toilets. No --- We didnt have sex there.. We went back to his hotel and then we did it. Alas- it was rubbered. Spent the night in his room, Woke up with killer headache. Went back to my hotel, and had a cold bath - lovely in the 35+ degree celcius temperatures. Anyway, this time I headed back to the Cruising forest, at around 12 mid-day. I got there, walked around, there was alot of pretty boys, but most of them walked around holding hands with their partners, they just come into the forest for some exhibitionism. After alot of walking around, there was a big bear type fella, who had his cock out, I saw it, it was a big fat motha fucka of a cock. He himself had a little bit of a goatie, was quite muscley/stocky (leaning more towards muscley) I got down on my knees, we didnt need words to understand eachother, I just swallowed his cock to the balls, and used my life long learned skills to pleasure his cock and balls with my tongue and throat. Eventually, he gestured for me to get up, he then got down, and did a little sucking on me.... But it really served another purpose he wanted to inspect the hole... He was sucking my cock, while he got his other hand, and shoved a few fingers up my shute... To check I was clean? To loosen me up? Who knows... I was clean and loose enough anyway... He turned me around, and had me leaning against a tree, he slid in, slowly, and then ball deep. The whole thing didnt take long, but after a few minutes of fast pumping, he pulled out as his cock shot a big wad of cum. I was nearly sure a good bit of it must have gone inside me. I hoped.... Sex being like the national greeting in Sitges, we said thanks to eachother, and walked separate ways. I walked around, with a wet patch on my hole, looking for other cummers. I didnt find anyone else. I went back to the hotel - happy. I got my hole seen to. So, that was Monday Night Skipping forwards to Tuesday night - Ended up meeting another guy from Grindr - this guy however, was a safe sex prat.... He drove on skooter, from Barcelona, to my hotel, and insisted on not fucking without rubbers, which he didnt bring, and I didnt have. Ended up, we had a wank each, he had a shower, and fucked away off...... Wednesday Night..... OMG I decided to try Bear Bar - or should I say....Bare Bar. I went into Bear bar at around 10.30, to 11pm It is usually quiet around that time, but it starts to fill up fast. Eventually, you see people going in and out of the dark rooms. My favorite spot, was standing leaning against the back wall beside the entrance to the dark room. Allowing people to see me, and me to see them, as they enter. I could also deposit my drink up on the shelf above. Anyhow... I went into the dark room, when it was quite busy, and within 14 steps, someone grabs me, and pulls me into a wee alcove just off the main path. Tongues again... Oral... and then a forceful gesture to tell me to turn around... I was learning the language here... No rubber, Just a raw cock, a dark room, and someone who I cant really make out fucking me hard. Soon, they finished, and they knew enough english to say 'Thanks' I walked out of the alcove, and returned to the path, into the depths of the dark room. I walked voluntarilly into an empty dark alcove/cubicle. I dropped my jeans, and turned around, to the wall. Within 30 seconds, a guy had followed me in, and was inside me... raw... again. Wednesday Night, I got fucked about 8 times, and not a rubber in sight. Heck, one of the guys who fucked me, saw me outside by my drink, and asked me to come back in 'again'. I walked in, and he turned me around, so my ass was facing the entrance way, he had me sucking his cock, and then someone else from the outside of the cubicle, shoved their raw cock inside me. When they finished fucking me, the first guy spun me around, and started fucking me himself. By the end of the night, I couldnt stand. I was actually having to rest my body against the walls as I was being fucked, by putting my shoulders against the wall as I faced down, using the force of the guy behind me to keep me perpendicular with the wall. (Doing this night in and night out gave me massive bruises over my shoulders) I walked back to the hotel, at around 2am, smile on my face, totally drunk.... Cum in my hole. What a night... More to cum - its 2.12am as I write this - I will finish it when I have time. More... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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