Good morning, afternoon or whatever the time is where you are! It's a beautiful day here in Wales on the third leg of my backpacking tour of the UK.

And what a tour it's been starting in Scotland and working my way down through the sites, foods and culture of the wonderfully weird and welcoming cities and countryside.

Wherever I have had the chance I've hit up the gay pubs and clubs to meet delicious men of the UK, so many accents, looks and bodies for me to enjoy.

So far the men of Scotland have some incredible staying power, the grunts and words in their accent really got me going, the men in the north of England were polite and charming but so down with the dirty it was heavenly.

But Wales, well I hit the jackpot; I was recommended by the hostel receptionist I hooked up and spent time with in Manchester to visit friends of his a nice couple whilst in Cardiff.


I checked in at one of the hostels in Cardiff, not too costly but had all the basics I needed and with a quick power nap and refreshing shower I started to tour.


I rang the couple in question the following morning, who were eager to meet as they had heard all about me from their friend. We arranged to meet at a cafe near to where I was staying, a short bus ride for them.


I got there first and bagged us a table near the window, so I could keep an eye out for them; I had a picture of them on my phone from their friend and apparently theu had one of me.


It was too long before they came in and I stood up and waved them over, I've never been short on confidence; heck I've been travelling on my own for ages now visiting various countries.


Ordering us some drinks, we started firing off questions too each other and generally getting to know what was happening, my plans for Wales etc...


We spoke of my travels, they told me about life in Cardiff, both of us spoke about our now mutual friend.


So as time moved round the clock, they offered me a tour round the city and drinks after at one of the local pubs.


We spent the day touring the sites, having some drinks and then the flirting from them began; it was pretty clear they were hoping to get me to join them and I couldnt think of a reason not to.


So we hit a club, flirting turned into light touching to them groping me pretty forcefully.


asked if I wanted to go back to theirs, we got out pretty quick in a cab and in their bedroom in record time.


I wont lie and say I'm not a cock slut cos I am, but I always pride myself on being clean and healthy and get tested to be sure.

I took both of them several times that night, them fucking me hard till my legs were jelly. Being spit roasted was new to me and so much fun.

Having my mouth full of cock and semen whilst I feel the force of another being pushed deep in my hole is exquisite; deepthroating whilst my balls are slapped and pulled as one cums and the other blows his load deep in me is such ectasy.

The men of the UK really know what they are doing and I still have southern England to go before hitting London on my last stage in August.

Cum to the UK and enjoy the fun!




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