Barcelona revisited

Back from a fantastic weekend in Barcelona. I love the city and this trip reminded me how much so. For the first time I did not stay at my parents’. I went with a couple of friends for the Circuit Festival and used it as an excuse to stay with them instead.

I had the chance to party and visit a few places I wouldn’t normally go on my own when I visit. I have to admit last time I went out to a gay club un Barcelona was about 10 years ago when I still lived there. Going to the beach and later walking along it also brought me back a few years. London has a lot to offer but beach and great weather are not really it.

There was one thing that was quite obvious though. The source of immigration in Spain is completely different that to the UK. I hardly saw any Asian guys.

I knew that and I confirmed it when I searched a few sites looking for Asian guys in Barcelona. Hardly any. But I did manage to find a couple of potentials, although I was mainly interested in one of them.

I met him the first night, I’ll call him HC. He’s Chinese and after a couple of years living elsewhere in Europe he moved to Barcelona with his company. We got along well and together with my London friends we went to a bar and then to one of the local clubs: Metro, gosh, I hadn’t been in the pace for over 10 years!

I only saw one guy I liked there, quite cute Asian guy who was smiling at me. But then I was already with someone… and happy for it.

We danced for a while and at some point I thought it was time to start testing the waters so I got closer while dancing and started touching him a lot more. He seemed to like it and did the same in return. At some point we got really close and he hugged me for a bit, cheek to cheek and I slowly moved to kiss him on his lips. He didn’t seem to be big on kissing but responded well.

Soon after he asked to go outside to get some fresh air. The one thing I don’t like of Spanish clubs is that you’re allowed to smoke, so the air gets quite loaded… and the clothes stink the next day. I had forgotten that.

When we were outside he said he was tired so I asked him if he wanted to leave. He did, so I asked him to come with me to the hotel. After about 2 seconds of false hesitation, he agreed to.

So we had a nice walk and chat back to the hotel. The good thing of hotels is that they rarely have a sofa so you sit on the bed, which nicely leads to a horizontal position, and that’s how we were very soon; kissing and undressing each other…

After sex we had a long shower together. There is something so sexy about sharing a shower with someone, and the one in the hotel was larger than my entire bathroom… Then we went back to bed to cuddle up till the next morning.

Unfortunately he had a couple of friends visiting him from abroad that weekend so we didn’t have a chance to meet again.

We have chatted a few times since. He’s always very sweet and he says he is planning to visit London later this year. Because of the distance, I don’t think much could happen between us but it will be nice to have someone to meet when I go back to Barcelona. And I don’t mean it in a sexual way, after so many years I don’t have many friends left there, and the ones I have are married with kids… not great fun.

I really look forward to meeting him again.