This text file is extracted from public messages posted by Studsnet user PAUL DRAKE.
Well, I'm into sex with guys in unusual and public places such as parks, beaches, t-rooms, etc -- I suppose the element of danger figures into it, but I think I'm drawn by the adventure, the uncertainty. I also like bathhouses and make it a point to visit them wherever I travel.
When I was very young (maybe 16) -- I was in a restroom at Sears in Chicago and this guy was masturbating standing in a stall, kinda half in and half out. His dick was really big, huge really and as I reached out to touch it he said, "It's just ready to go," and I mean the moment my hand reached his dick, just barely touching the rock- hard head of his dick, he let go of a load of cum with such force that it hit the side of the stall with a, "splat," running down next to the toilet paper and onto the floor. I had always wondered what those streaks were on the sides of the stalls as I was reading the graffiti and after that, I knew. That image has always stayed with me.
By way of description I'm 38 years old but look a little younger, have light brown curly hair cut short and a short red beard. I'm 6' tall and weight 180 pounds. I have worked out pretty regularly at the gym in recent years and have in the past few months taken a break from that so I'm shrinking a little. I have a pretty nice-looking cut dick and large balls which I like to keep shaved -- but I only clip my pubic hair short rather than shaving it all off. I'm a psychology major at San Francisco State University, having dropped out of college in 1977 and started back part-time in 1986.
Perry and I just finished getting it off in his '63 Ford Galaxie, black with red interior. We parked in a semi-private location and perry undid his pants and slipped them around his ankles as I fished his fat dick out of his boxer shorts. I spent a good minute or two sucking it before he came as he was just reaching for my dick, almost bulging out of my sharkskin suit pants.
Just to show he wasn't the kind of guy who doesn't reciprocate, he undid my zipper and let me fuck his throat semi-standing in the galaxie and I pulled out just before coming, spewing jiz all over the red vinyl seats. As I was leaning back to avoid staining Perry's Botany 500, I accidentally hit the horn ring, drawing the attention of the district attorney, just driving up in his Falcon. I managed to zip up and grab a wash'n dri out of the glove box just as he pulled up next to us, narrowly escaping sitting in my own jiz.
I don't know if he saw me straddling Perry, but if he did, he never said anything. I think he and Perry may have something going I don't know about.
I don't really have a particular type of guy I'm attracted to, I think I look for a certain intensity or honesty, but all kinds of body types are okay with me. I like to suck and get sucked, fuck and get fucked, and I like external watersports, as well -- this is a new area for me. I'm not so much into pain, maybe a little, but I do like ball stretchers and cockrings, tatoos (although I don't have any).
I was just in Houston and went to Club Houston on Gay Pride evening and had a great time with several hot men. The steam room was cooler than the outdoors but a lot more crowded. I ended up fucking this beautiful young smooth guy with a bubble butt while he sucked off one of the biggest dicks I've ever seen.
Blow Buddies is a fairly large place located in a converted industrial building in S.F., and it has several large rooms cut up with cubicles with large elongated glory holes on three sides for sucking, a small maze-like mirrored room, a sling room, and a 'cooling off area' with soft drinks in the frig. There's a catwalk around one of the rooms just high enough that if you're standing below you can suck the dick of a guy up there without kneeling. THEN, in the back corner, beyond a warning sign and a black plastic curtain, there's a room where the watersports go on, which is only open on Saturday evenings. Blow Buddies itself is open Thursday through Sunday evenings.
Most guys attending Blow Buddies strip off their shirts and show off buffed upper bodies, retaining their levis below. That's the norm. Then there are the creative dressers. Some wear leather, chaps, leather jacket and jockstrap, etc. A few (and I've been known to do this) simply remove everything except shoes and a cockring. Usually I take off my pants and leave on a black athletic shirt, shoes and cockring, sometimes starting out with a jockstrap or white briefs. This is because, first of all, I never feel all that confident about my pectoral development (although it isn't too shabby), I'm warmer (until I get wet), and because I like to get the briefs, the shirt, or the jock wet when I get pissed on, often removing them later.
I believe 75-80% of the guys attending on a Saturday night stay out of the back (wet) room. Some head back there, take a look around, and split. Some stride in, whip out their dicks, and piss on the best- looking guy (to them) they can find, and then go back to their other (dry) activities.
Guys who hang around the back corner room are often dressed as I am, with some but not many clothes, jockstraps. Some strip naked, some wear jeans only and get them very wet. The WS room upstairs is not really very big, but cut up with roughed-in walls and with a trough and a bathtub in the two opposite corners. Pretty dark, but light enough to see everything going on.
I headed for the back room straightaway. It was pretty crowded and in the trough was a hot furry blonde man in a jockstrap. I couldn't wait any longer, so I pulled down the front of my jockstrap and pissed on him, wetting the hair on his chest, down his abs and soaking his jock. Another fellow I know and admire knelt down next to the trough and indicated that he wanted some, too, and as I'm a generous sort of chap, I soaked his white t-shirt over his really beautifully developed chest as he jacked off, taking some of it in his mouth. When I was relatively empty, I knelt down in front of him and he gave me his piss, which first soaked my athletic shirt and then my jock.
After letting my eyes adjust to the light I noticed a dark-haired man with a beard and mustache coming towards me. He asked me if he could drink my piss and I said okay, sure. He knelt down and took the head of my cock in his mouth very carefully, and as I had been drinking Calistoga all evening I let him have a load that had been a long time coming -- he drank it all in big gulps as fast as I could let him have it, and before I was through another guy had approached me and begun to squeeze my nipples with a force that really got me hot. He was big, with enormous buffed chest and some hair, beautiful dark hair, mustache and full lips, which he planted on mine as I withdrew my cock from the first guy's mouth.
The big guy played with my cock as I fondled his balls, which were really enormous, and shaved. Pretty soon I had to stop his hand on my dick as I felt about to pop a load of cum. I knelt down and took his big cut dick in my mount, sucking it all the way down my throat as far as I could go.
He let me go at it for a while, but then motioned me to stand up and started pissing on my dick. At this I just had to let my hand get involved, rubbing his piss all over my balls and cock head, and as he let load a full steamy load of piss all over my dick, balls and legs, I came with a force that bounced cum all over his abs.
There were a lot of people there already crowded around the bathtub. Half-sitting in it was a really good-looking guy with just a shirt on, with a nice looking cut dick half-hard, kind of waiting. I was bursting having really prepared myself, so after a few glances in his direction I walked right up and pissed on his dick and balls, getting them real wet as another guy came up to him from behind and put both arms around his chest, nuzzling his ears and gently squeezing his tits as he started jacking his now-growing dick off, using my piss to help his hand slide up and down. I let him have about half of what I had in me, then moved off to the other side of the room. There, a guy I know from other events knelt down in front of me and took the rest of my piss onto his white t-shirt stretched over his ample pecs. I reached down and felt the wet shirt, his beautiful chest with blonde hair underneath, as my piss ran all over it, soaking it down good. Then he took my dick in his mouth to get those last few squirts I pushed out as my dick grew hard in his mouth. He let another guy who had come up to us have the last little bit.
I recognized a couple of people from earlier parties and one of them let me have some of his piss on my white jockey shorts, wetting them and my balls. I started playing with another guy with big nuts (another favorite of mine) and pretty soon I was down on the floor in a crouching position while he flooded my face and chest with a load of hot piss that everyone could hear hitting the floor. This attracted a few more guys and pretty soon I had three or four streams to contend with (not that I'm complaining).
I took some in my mouth, and a lot all over. Took a break, drank some more water and after a while spotted a nice looking young guy, very smooth tight body, skinhead hairdo and a couple of tatoos, with a big dick and shaved balls. I played with his dick and balls for a little while and then couldn't wait anymore. I started pissing through my hardon, first wetting those smooth round balls and then, as he sunk to the floor, really letting go with what seemed to be ten minutes of piss, soaking his chest, filling his mouth as he beat off. Pretty soon, as I was amost empty, I heard him moan a little as he came jacking off that 8 incher. By this time I couldn't hold off coming any longer, either, so when I finished letting out the last few drops of piss, I moved over to the back corner and found a guy I had been playing with earlier. He had a little piss left for me, so I crouched down as he let me have it over my chest, down on my balls, and as I used his piss for lubricant I jacked my dick off into the tightest, sharpest orgasm I can remember this week, and, totally wet and satisfied, headed downstairs to change shoes and take off.
After a little rest and relaxation downstairs at the Trough party, a little ginger ale and toweling off, I headed back upstairs undaunted. By this time several knots of men pissing on each other in various arrays were scattered through the upper room. Some were vocal in their appreciation, saying things like, "Yeah, man, give me that hot piss," and other comments I'm not really good at remembering verbatim. I settled down on a barrel in one of the corners with my now-soaked jockstrap bulging with a hard-on in my cockring, just looking around at at least 30 or so guys enjoying themselves. The guy I pissed on earlier as he sat half-way in the tub was now down in it full length getting two guy's piss as another looked on in his green plaid boxer shorts.
Two guys next to me were playing with each other and glanced over. They were really good-looking guys, one a big guy with a developed chest and short-cropped chest hair in abundance, like it had grown out a little from shaving, big nipples. The other guy was a little shorter and had a beautiful body, round full butt and round pecs, and was naturally smooth all over -- no body hair at all. What was really attractive about him was, besides the really smooth beautiful skin, that his pecs and butt and shoulders had a beautiful rounded defined shape, unique and really pleasing to the eye. I had noticed him before, wearing a pair of white white european-style lycra-cotton briefs that showed off a really nice bulge. Now these were down around his ankles and his shaved balls were tight up against his nice cut dick because he was wearing a metal cockring.
I had thought these two simply too beautiful to be interested but then they glanced over and looked a little hungry and I stepped up and dropped my jockstrap, my dick now semi hard and dripping a little piss as I was ready to go again. We played around a little, with me wetting each of their crotches as we started kissing and licking each others armpits, nipples and chests. But I really had to let out some of that piss so I worked my way around to the back of the larger guy, who had a beautiful hard ass I would love to fuck, as he embraced the smaller smoothie, both of them playing with each other's dicks and kissing. I worked my dick up behind the big guy's balls, and as I squeezed his nipples I let go of a load of piss right up behind and beyond his balls, soaking both their crotches and all of our legs with a long hot stream. The entire room could hear us moaning and the sound of the piss hitting the floor like a shower.
It didn't take long for both of these guys to come all over each other's abs and legs, it seemed like come and piss was everywhere. I came awful close to coming but held back for one last evening's encounter.
After hozing down the two hot guys from behind, with their cum still wet on my thighs, I headed for the little washroom to clean up a little, my dick still half-hard and ready to finish off the evening. As I headed out the washroom, I spotted a nice-looking man with a beard, short with a rounded chest, nice pecs with hair on them, and a pair of jeans half-unbuttoned. He looked like he was looking for a place to let out some steam so I crouched down on the floor next to one of the tubs. He opened up his pants the rest of the way and hauled out a nice looking uncut dick with a fair amount of over hanging skin, and without too much delay started pissing through the foreskin. I wet my red beard, the top of my chest, the hair there in the middle, and let some run down onto my hand now working the head of my dick with the wet hot piss. My cock ring relt very tight and the veins on my dick were bulging so I could feel them as I ran the piss up and down slowly with my fist.
He gathered momentum and was really wetting me down by now and I couldn't resist putting my tongue up underneath the head of his dick, still covered by foreskin, and catching the stream. I hadn't really gotten into drinking too much piss before this but boy, it tasted really good and I was thirsty. So thirsty that I put my lips up to the head of his dick, slipping my tongue up into the foreskin and letting the piss fill up my mouth before swallowing.
This went on for a while and before I could really finish drinking all he had, my dick exploded in several tight spurts, the cum hitting the now truly drenched floor as I moaned out my pleasure still swallowing.
He finished up by pissing out the last few drops and skinning back his dick and I quickly took advantage of this opportunity to suck him a little bit. I stood up, my feet wet in cum in piss and put my arm around his shoulders, my other hand on a nipple, and my tongue down his throat as he started stroking his cock, pulling his foreskin back and forth. We stayed that way until he came and then neatly put his cock back into his jeans, said, "Thanks," and headed downstairs.
Yep, I've considered regular hosing but as yet haven't found anyone interested -- so have just been going to the public spots.
I was out at the windmills today and although I stayed dry I did manage to suck down on a beautiful cut dick on a hot latin fellow. He leaned back against the chainlink while I sucked and just as he was about to come I pulled back and jacked off his dick over my shoulder as I licked his balls, looking up as his dick throbbed those last few squirts onto the back of my shirt.
Made me think it might be fun to have a little watersports party out by the 'mills -- perhaps we could get together in this conference and name a landmark to meet at some warm indian-summer evening around dusk. I'll bring some beverages and a full tank and we'll get real wet among the trees, maybe even scare the horses.