John Melling and me went on holiday with our very good friends John Hart and David Marshall who had been partners for several years. We'd known them for some years. Our hotel was in the resort of Malgrat and after we'd been there for a few days I wanted to go to Barcelona but my partner John refused to come with me.

Being an adventurous person I went on my own and whilst I was sightseeing on what I had been told was the gay part of Las Ramblas where people went cruising I met this georgeous muscular hunk whose name he told me was Jesus. He spoke no English but his friend was able to talk a little English so I understood that he wanted me to go back to his apartment with him for sexual enjoyment.

I had a wonderful time with him, first we showered together then made love for ages. It was late afternoon by the time we left his apartment and he told me, through another English speaking friend, that he was going to a party and would like me to go with him. I thought this might be a fun thing to do so I agreed and we all had a great time.

Unfortunately after the party there was no transport back to Malgrat and I had the good sense to spend the night with Jesus. Hot and steamy sex left me with little sleep and much heady excitement. When I arrived back at our hotel the next day John was, understandably, absolutely furious.