So a couple of days ago PissGargler on BarebackRT hit me up saying he was in town and wanted to get a load of my piss. I really love playing with piss bottoms – to me it’s hot when a bottom is willing to drink my piss or get soaked in it and wear it around as it starts to go ripe and stink…

I had a meeting at 7:30, so I told him I’d meet him downtown and he could drink my piss at a bar. I figured I could fill up a glass and have him drink it, so I told him to meet me at Rawhide.

About an hour before I left to go downtown I got an e-mail from the Korean guy I’ve fucked a couple times saying he had the day off and wanted to hookup. He’s totally my type so I figured I could swing by his place for a quickie and then go to Rawhide since he’s not far from there.

Now, you gotta realize – I work at home and take frequent bathroom breaks. I’m really not used to holding it. When I feel like I want to take a piss, I normally just do. Intentionally holding it is something new for me – and it’s more difficult than you’d think.

I left a little early, went downtown, called the Korean guy when I got out of the subway, but it went to voicemail. I left a message, but didn’t hear back from him. Then a text comes in from Johnny Miles saying the little tattooed Latin guy I’ve fucked) says ‘hi’ (he used his name. I’m wondering how in the hell he knows the guy – I find out the next day they ran into each other on the street, went back to the guy’s place and fucked… 😉 I texted him that I want to film fucking the guy and he texted back that we could set that up… By this time I had gotten to Rawhide where I ordered a Stella since PissGargler wanted to drink beer piss. I kept feeling like I needed to piss, but just waited. At least now I was next to a bathroom if I finally just couldn’t wait any longer…

Since I was early I had downed two pints and was starting my 3rd by the time he showed up. He wasn’t particularly like his pictures, but still sorta cute in an older smooth cub sorta way… We talked and then when the bartender had his back turned I went into the bathroom and he followed.

I didn’t feel all that guilty about it since it’s not like we’re having sex… He got on his knees and I put my dick in his mouth and tried to piss. The thing is, after holding it for so long it was hard to piss… It sorta just dribbled out. What was cool was he’d get a little in his mouth and then pull my dick out and get soaked in my piss. Suddenly I realized why he was wearing the shirt he was wearing – it was a really dark blue shirt that doesn’t change color when it’s wet… So he tasted/drank about 10-20% of my piss and the rest just soaked his shirt… It was really hot.

We went back out and I had another pint. Why I had a 4th pint when I needed to go to a meeting afterwards, I don’t know, but the bartender was nice and it was on the house. I had to run to the meeting, so had to drink the beer pretty fast, but then I had to piss again. I wasn’t all that comfortable with the possibility of getting in trouble for having two people in the bathroom, so offered to fill up a glass for him, but he said that was boring… So I just went to have a regular piss.

I started pissing into the toilet and had a really strong stream going when all of a sudden he came in and dropped to his knees… So of course I turned and started pissing in his mouth and on him… It was a lot more piss than the first time and pretty hot.

When I was done I really had to run to the meeting, so I just left before he was out – didn’t really have a chance to say goodbye… The funny part is the meeting I was going to was in a church and here I was arriving drunk. Luckily, I had the date wrong – the meeting is next Wednesday, so I didn’t make an ass of myself.

But since I was downtown I figured I’d have some more fun. I called my bf and asked if he wanted to come down and join me, and then I took a crosstown bus to meet up with him at The Ritz in Hell’s Kitchen.

I really had to piss while I was on the bus, so when I got off I was hurrying as much as I could. I was a block away and passing the Paramount hotel and figured I’d stop there to take a piss in the lobby bathroom. I start taking a leak, one guy comes in and goes into the stall, another guy comes in and stands at the urinal next to me. Thing is, he’s not pissing – he’s just jacking his dick. He’s getting all hard and I’m completely soft ’cause I’m drunk but he tells me he likes my foreskin. I’m actually cut, but they left some so a few guys think I’m uncut. He asks if I have a room and then suggests we go to a video booth somewhere.

We go to the corner but the video booth he wanted to go to is closed, so we go down a block to another one. But long story short they’re monitoring really closely and don’t want the two of us in the same room and he doesn’t want to suck dick through a divider, so we leave. I tell him I have to go meet friends and we part ways.

I get to The Ritz and I’m pretty bored by it. I’m not sure why it’s so popular… They had a bunch of (straight) women there, and some political types pushing their candidates. The room in the rear is just dreadfully boring. The previous (and only other) time I had gone I wound up running into a guy I know who works in porn and we sat and chatted forever and I didn’t really notice how bad the space was. I went out to their back patio briefly but it was crowded with friends talking – not a good place for a person to stand by themselves.

Eventually my boyfriend got there, we shared a drink and then went to dinner. That means I had 5 1/2 pints of beer! Needless to say I was wasted and not feeling that great today…

Hopefully things can work out with filming and Johnny and I can fuck the tattooed Latin guy together…

If any of you are piss bottoms going to IML, definitely get in touch with me. I’ve only got so many cum loads in me, but piss I’ll have plenty of. I’d be a very happy man if all my piss went to good use while I’m there…

Believe it or not, I woke up this morning still drunk. Not a hangover – drunk… I can’t remember the last time I drank that much…

It started with me getting out of the apartment so I didn’t have to deal with my boyfriend. I went downtown, had a chicken burger at Better Burger (they were packed at 3pm!), then wandered around town. Sat in Union Square for a while watching people go by. It’s all there – homess people mixed in with Yuppies, mixed in with parents with new kids… Even the homeless people had diversity – there was the young, hip, homeless group (sorta like hippies), and the ones that looked more like stereotypical bums.

Then I had an idea to go watch a movie, but despite walking past a bunch of theaters didn’t find anything that I wanted to watch happening near the time when I was at the theather. I just missed the showing of W. – that would have been cool.

So I wound up at Gym Bar. Ordered a Maker’s Mark on the rocks and they gave me this HUGE glass of it, though it tasted a little watered down (the ice must have melted quickly or something). Thing is, people don’t really talk to strangers at Gym, so after I had finished the burbon I left. I walked up to 23rd to see what was playing at the cinema there, but didn’t see anything I wanted to watch, so I got a muffin at Murray’s Bagels to sop up the alcohol and then went to Rawhide. [BTW, incredible muffin…]

Rawhide is just really low key and friendly. People talk to each other there – and not just in packs of friends who already know each other. The people aren’t as attractive as Gym, but if you just want to hang out and talk to people Rawhide is so much better…

Let’s see, there was a guy from Hoboken (NJ) who’d lived in Hoboken his whole life. Then there was “Juan from Weehauken” (NJ) who was really aggressive about wanting to get fucked (not my type though). Surprisingly he didn’t have much luck and was still coming onto people hours later. Both of the guys from NJ tried to convince me that they lived closer to the bar than I did.

Most of the night was spent talking to Bob – a guy who was playing pool and beating absolutely everyone. He was a bit of a pool shark. It was fascinating watching him. He’d literally miss shots to prolong the game and make people think the game was competitive. When I asked him about himself he was sorta evasive – made it sound like he had homes all over the place and just went around playing tennis and stuff. Curious guy.

All in all I had 4 Wild Turkeys and a Stella at Rawhide. All the drinks there and at Gym were pretty big. Since that study I’m doing has me tracking how much I drink I actually updated a note on my cell phone every time I got a new drink. It’s the only way I actually remember how much I drank – came out to 9.5 “standard drinks” (where a shot, a glass of wine or a bottle of beer is one standard drink).

Needless to say I was seriously drunk and it was a really good thing I didn’t drive. I had been eating all night trying to absorb the alcohol. Even left Rawhide at one point to get one of those horribly dry muffins they sell at the bake shop on 23rd & 8th, and I got a sandwich on the way to the subway. Even with all that the subway ride home was sorta miserable. I was tired, but had to keep my eyes open otherwise I’d get motion sickness.

So I get home and my bf is coming out of the building walking the dogs. And I walk the dogs with him. He had sent me a couple text messages during the day. He finally decided to read the blog thinking I was giving people intimacy and withholding it from him (he’d never read it before). The fact of the matter is we’re pretty intimate already (though not all that sexual), and the guys I fuck are often just holes to me.

When I got to the apartment I just collapsed and went to bed. When I woke amazingly I was still drunk. Not hung over… drunk.

My bf and I talked a bit. He’s cooled off, but said he was disturbed by what he read here on the blog (I didn’t ask details). Honestly, I don’t know where things stand exactly or what comes next… I’ll deal with that when I sober up…  😉

Well, here’s honesty for you… Turns out my cockring mishap was sorta for the best… Later that evening I noticed what looked like a little “discharge”, but it wasn’t the normal yellow thick stuff that would indicate I had gonorrhea. I almost wondered if it was piss or precum or something… My dick had been a little “itchy”, but that happens when my PA gets irritated, but itchiness plus something else I pay attention to (which is why I was looking to see if there was discharge in the first place). So I made an appointment to go in and see the folks at Callen-Lorde. Then on top of that it burned when I pissed first thing yesterday, so I knew I had something… Bottom line I saw the doctor there yesterday and she thinks I probably had chlamydia. Oh well, it happens when you like fucking cumhole bottoms… [And yes, I did send e-mails to all the guys I had hooked up with in the period specified by the doctor…]

So yesterday my bf and I had had a small argument over the phone. It was over something that cost less than $10 (plus some effort in doing something), so really wasn’t major but neither one of us handled the situation the way we should have. I had forgotten about it by the time he got home, but he hadn’t and he was in this pissy mood. I gave him the better part of an hour to chillout and when he didn’t I figured I’d go out and have a drink and give him more space to cool off.

So the question was where to go… I just wanted some dark bar where I could “be alone in a crowd”, so to speak. I hadn’t been there in years, but Rawhide seemed like it would fit the bill. Rawhide has been around for 30 years now and feels like an old bar (in a good way)… If nothing else I knew there would be go-go dancers I could watch. Rawhide turned out to be a surprisingly good choice…

I wasn’t expecting to talk to anyone. The other day (after the hookup with “the hole” and the research study), I had gone to Gym Bar and, other than some quick remarks about how badly this cute tattooed Latin guy and his female friend where playing pool (it took them 4 tries to hit the balls on the break, and went downhill from there), no one really seemed to want to talk to me. And I was looking really cute that day too – I didn’t get it. But at Rawhide it was completely different…

The first guy to approach me was this handsome older guy (probably 60ish). He said he managed a mostly wholesale business in Brooklyn. He was pretty intense and sorta all over me (with little bit of touching), but while the conversation was nice, there came a time when I wasn’t into it anymore. I went and got a beer and didn’t go back to talk to him.

They had two go-go dancers at the bar – one was a guy who looked like a big, muscular Israeli, the other was a black guy with a huge dick who must have taken Viagra^® or something, ’cause it never went soft – the whole night. When the Israeli got done dancing he spent like 20+ minutes talking to an older guy. It was really clear the Israeli guy was looking for “work” when he got done go-go dancing. Then there was this other beautifully built guy who was fully clothed but always talking to older guys… Him I tagged for an escort as well. It was weird seeing so much escort work going on at a “neighborhood bar”. At the same time it was discrete – I talked to two “regulars” (below) who had no idea there was escorting going on. They were looking right at it and not understanding what they were seeing. I guess it helps having been an escort to understand what was going on…

One of the weirder parts was there was this guy who brought a female co-worker into the place and they stayed for a long time. She wasn’t the type you’d expect to hang out at Rawhide (at least not for very long)… Very weird, but the guy who she was with was pretty cute (and really short too!)

There were two guys playing pool most of the night – a cute little one and another one who looked a tad “alternative” (all black clothes, shaved head, goatee)… We chatted for a while and when the cute little guy heard my theory on the escorting going on he went right up to the Israeli guy and after some serious flirting and a $5 tip, asked him what his price would be for a night… Turns out the guy charges $600…

As the night wore on it was really clear the ‘alternative’ guy was into me. In fact, it got to a point where he was sort of all over me, we were kissing, feeling each other up, etc. He saw my wedding ring early on, and made it clear he knew there were limits. When I said I wasn’t looking to hookup, he said he expected as much… Still, I was drunk (4 pints of Stella by that point) and we started making out a bit. He was hard and kept having me grab his ass… I guess it could have been fun, but I don’t “function” that well when I’m drunk and the whole probable chlamydia thing meant it was a no-go even if I had wanted to try…

While we were sorta all over each other there for a while, we didn’t make nearly as much of a scene as the gaggle of bears that were there. Two of them had their shirts either off or pulled over their head showing off their big bellies. And I mean big bellies – these guys were probably 300 lbs or more… And the pants on one of them kept riding low – so there was bear crack to be seen as well. I found it amusing but the cute little guy was a little put off by it.

So all in all it was a really fun night. I haven’t had that much fun at a bar in a long time. Guess I should do it more often…