I ended up meeting up with Pushy Guy (who I guess has earned a proper designation now, so P.G. it is from now on) last night.

No hotel or anything like that. I was on my way home, and he sent me a message asking what I was up to. "Meet me," he said. Pushy as ever. I'd talked with Heathcliff earlier on, about what had happened. At that point, I was over it. He'd called me that morning, despite the dismal failure of a call during the night. Morning call didn't go very well, since I couldn't understand what he was saying. He didn't send me a message afterwards, so I figured he had given up. That he was looking for a fuck and abandoned hope of getting any from me.

For a couple of moments I didn't know what to do. I told Heathcliff that I would be happy to not hear from him again. But instead, I asked where he wanted to meet. He suggested a park nearby. Neither of us had any accommodation to go to.  I have passed this park hundreds of times, but never been into it. Never had reason to. So I'm walking down this familiar road, wondering if this is the right choice. Thoughts turning again to some tragic outcome like I get there and there's a whole gang of men there. My knee has been acting up lately, so I'm not very confident about outrunning anyone. So obviously, happy thoughts.

But as I'm walking down a hill towards the park, I see a guy walking up the street on the opposite side. Then he crosses, and it's him. It's dark by now so it's not like I can get a good look at his face in person. Then he says he has a spliff and asks if I want some, which I decline. I have never actually tried non-prescription drugs beyond alcohol. I'm personally not that bothered about trying them, and the main reason I've ever considered it is that it seems like everyone else casually uses them. So I'm walking behind him on this narrow path to an entrance to the park, wondering if the reason I could never make him out over the phone was that he's been high at the time.

A couple of steps into the park and he asks if he's going to get a kiss. I has been ages since I have even kissed anyone, so put my hand around the back of his neck and kissed him there and then. The taste of weed didn't do much to enhance the mood. Smoking in general (tobacco or anything else) is firmly going on my list of turn-offs. But I soldiered on. He also got his cheeky feel, and I got a few of my own. We walked through the park, stopping intermittently to kiss and feel each other up. He pulled down his pants at the back to reveal his arse. I was a bit cautious about where he was going with that, but still went along with it and felt him up.

It was a long walk to a suitable bench. He would stop every now and then to look around, see if anyone was around. Cocks had been pulled out before reaching it. At one point I was walking in front pulling him along by his dick. There's not many opportunities to do that in the middle of a park at night, so might as well give it a go? In addition to holding his cock, I also got to hold his hand a couple of times. I think he last time I got to hold a guy's hand was when I last saw T.S., which was a while ago now. It's something I missed, the little bits of physical intimacy.

At last we got to this bench he was leading us to. He sat down, and I wondered whether to sit next to him or not. In the end I put my hands on his face and kissed him again. He started wanking me off, and himself at the same time. Made me feel a little lazy that I wasn't doing anything. He stood up, we switched places and I took his cock into my mouth. I always try to get it in as far as I can to see how deep I can get it. Managed to get pretty much to the base. I think I need to work on doing more head movements, maybe I've gotten rusty after all these months. At that point his cap blew off the top of his head and he had to run after it. It was kind of cute watching him run after it. I got up to meet him on his way back, and he eventually got on his knees to suck me off a bit. Definitely put me to shame in terms of head movements, he was really going for it. He got off his knees after about a minute or two, and came back up to kiss.

"Bet you wish you'd gotten a hotel room now," he said.

Wouldn't quite go that far, but it wasn't going too bad. The smell of pot on his breath had lessened by this point. He was wanking himself again, I had my hand feeling his balls and arse. Around this point he said he was going to come. I got back on the bench, and as he was jerking himself off licked the tip of his dick. He started moaning more and I put his cock in my mouth as he came. I wasn't really sure whether to do that or not, but it was better than getting spunk all over my coat or on this public bench, I suppose? So he came, I swallowed it, and kissed him again.

Then he started getting ready to go home. The cheeky sod wasn't even planning on finishing me off now he'd done. I'm not really bitter about it, as much as I'm used to it by now. I'd had a wank that morning when I thought nothing was going to happen anyway. But I still wanted to come again.

Another walk along the winding path out of the park, and another spliff for him. I told him to show me his whole arse, rather than just the top of it he had shown before. I have to admit that he does have a very nice arse on him. Had a bit more of a feel but he stopped it getting much further. When we went our separate way I kissed him again, scent of weed freshly renewed and still as unpleasant. Said he would message me later (I think that's what he said), but I've not heard from him. Unless he wanted me to message him, in which case. Oops.

Not heard from him today, but still relatively early here. Maybe I should make the first move, but I'm not sure where I want this to go. If it goes anywhere.