bj's gay porno-crazed ramblings

Wednesday, August 11, 2004
COCK still open
Some cute skinny boy pushes past me, but does say "excuse me" as he finds a spot on the couch in the dark. I'm still standing, watching a couple guys whacking off, another guy kneeling on the dirty floor with his mouth in someone's crotch. Skinnyboy manages to get the attention of someone rather quickly, and his fly is unzipped, his cock yanked out. His suitor strokes and whacks, and eventually goes down on him. Meanwhile, I get closer, pull mine out, and watch as I try to get some life into my meat. Of course, it's blocked off back here, we're not supposed to be here, but it's after 3, and the bartenders are busy with the crowd up front. There's maybe 12 of us, half have our cocks out as the others watch, grabbing their own crotches, or a neighbor's. Skinnyboy is now pushing down hard with his hands on blowjobman's head, and his knee is pressing up into my balls. I'm getting some fullness in my hand, as his leg is pushing harder. Some guy comes along and pulls out a huge piece of meat as he stands along side of me, moving in close enough that our thighs lightly touch. I grab it, it's humongous, and somehow through my drunken haze am smart enough to know that the 5 beers I've had will make it impossible for me to get back up again if I attempt kneeling, so I don't. He gets bored with just my hand, and walks off. Skinnyboy is still at it, and my cock is surprisingly hard at this point. With just the pressure of his knee pushing up under my balls, I whack away until.... splat. Ahhhhhhh. Oooops, someone's not happy, as he tries to push my body away with his knee, and then shifts his body on the couch, dislodging blowjobman from his work (don't worry, only temporarily). There's no point in attempting an apology. I mean, it's appoaching 4 am, man, you should feel lucky to get my spunk on your thigh - or maybe I should have aimed higher. I leave the boys to finish up, stuff my stuff back in, and head into the light of the smokey bar.