Is Cruising In Boston Dead?

So, the title says it all. Is cruising dead in Boston? This fall, I've checked out numerous spots that used to be busy nearly all the time. Tea rooms and out of doors locations. It's like a wasteland out there with one exception. Is it because of Grindr and similar sites? Or is because the whole "Gay Culture" of Boston is changing? The diminishing number of "Gay Bars" in the city lead me to believe it's a little of both contributing to the change. While younger people may, justifiable, no longer feel they need the protection of the hidden sub-culture we created for ourselves; the change is a bittersweet one for me. Much will be lost when the world no longer needs our secretive and flamboyant sub-culture-in the mean time, where does a horny guy go to hook-up: jack-off  or otherwise? There is one tea room downtown still that I've enjoyed, but a couple of other ones I've read snippets about seem dead or  have a strange new dynamic that I'm just not getting. It seems the mens' rooms have been left, mostly, to "straight guys" (those few who haven't fully embraced their fluid, expansive sexuality, along with those who quietly have.) on their lunch hours and before and after work. I don't mind them at all, I just wish more guys in Boston were into sharing their masturbatory endeavors! I know our society's paranoiac security craze doesn't help matters, but what gives, man?!? Stroke it!

I've tried craigslist, but frankly it sucks-at least in my area. Lots of guys who want to send unending messages back and forth rather than actually meeting. But I keep trying, although with winter here, the odds get even steeper for me-my fetish: JO (Or sometimes more) in semi-public.



Last week, at the tea room I've had the most luck in, I got to see another beautiful cock! This tall somewhat stocky hipster bear, with wavy black hair and a heavy 3-day growth sort of beard going, was hugging the urinal one away from me and he wasn't in a hurry to leave. Traffic was heavy, but during a lull I let him see my interest and he stepped back to display a large, light olive uncut, semi hard cock with a light pink head  peeking out from a snug foreskin. With just a few strokes he was fully hard. His open pants displayed a closely cropped bush and shaved balls.  We faced each other stroking for a short time them someone else came in; he went to a urinal behind us. I had been ready for a while, I didn't feel like waiting to see if this other guy was into it, so I leaned back slightly and blew my load all over the cool porcelain urinal, let the bear see me taste my cum then left discreetly brushing his sweet ass (which I'll bet was nice and hairy) with my left hand.  Man, oh man, he was hot! 

I don't have a single type. I like all kinds of men, but I do have a strange fascination for really tall men, big stocky guys with bulging arms, a slight belly and a hairy chest; big but without extreme definition, like a young Dan Haggerty or Clint Walker and really small guys. I'm short and I've never had sex with a guy smaller than me. Maybe someday!

So, to wrap it up for this installment: I know you're out there-pervs like me, where do you go to hook-up? Want to share hot spots? Shoot me a e-mail and I I'll trade you. Hell, send me a photo of your favorite urinal or stall! ;)

So here in no particular order or theme are today's offerings. I was told to post more often-Yeah I know I should sorry...I'll try to do better!

 These two have a bit of a rough trade look to them which I find very hot!

 

 Man, I'll bet that tastes good!

 

 Looks like a club! One I wouldn't mind being beaten with! Not to criticize, but, I don't mind shaving, but I'd love to see those pits in their natural state! 

 

Yeah, I'd be smirking too!

 

Monster thighs! Keep you nice and warm!

Cute Bear! I'd love to hibernate for a season or two with him!

 

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Back To JO!

Guys, sorry it's been a while, I've had computer trouble, but I'm back! It's been a long summer. I had some though. One experience stands out. It may not sound terribly hot in the telling, but I assure you it was hot in the making.

It was late, really too late for any action in this particular tea room, but I was horny and decided to stick it out (in a manner of speaking). I'm standing at the end urinal when the noise from the door announces a warm body. He was young and large, about 5"10', a thick muscular swarthy man in a tight fitting expensive suit with a dark  burgundy shirt and a dark tie. He had  dark brown, almost black hair cut short. he was clean shaven with a broad open face

He went to the urinal behind me. He took a bit longer than one usually does so I figured I'd take a chance. I was already hard, just the look of him had done it. I turned my head just enough to see what he was doing-his head turned as well, being bolder than usual It continued to look and let my right arm be seem moving slowly up and down.

He turn just a bit toward me so I turned to my right which meant he'd have to lean backwards a bit to see my cock if he was interested. He did! So, not wanting to miss a chance at this hot man, I turned halfway around to give him an easy view. His arm was moving as well as he turn to face me.

His cock was a beautiful monster. Cut, about eight inches long, gently curving upward and thick and flat like some predatory sea creature. We stood half facing each other for a moment before I tentatively reached out for it. It was like hot steel in my hand with just the thinnest sheathing on softness. I gave it a violent squeeze before lightening my grip to begin stroking the beast.

I didn't care whether he touched me or not, I wanted to see and feel  that monster spit. He stood rigidly clothed, he never even unbuttoned his suit coat. I pumped his fat cock as he watched my hand. I was hard as a rock and could have shot at any moment, had I grabbed my own cock.

Dare I taste it? Dare I break my rule? Just a taste. I could barely fit it in my mouth, but Oh! it felt and tasted so good; just enough to lube it up. Back to stroking.

Suddenly the door swung open again and another man entered and went into a stall, but it was enough to spook my well hung new friend. We had turned toward our respective urinals when the other man came in and now I could tell my hot friend was quietly shooting his pent up load upon the cool white porcelain. I turned toward him and began to rapidly stroke my own pulsing erection. He paused in his zipping up to stare intently at my throbbing cock waiting for my immanent explosion. I stared into his eyes as he stared at my erupting cock. He was enthralled-the show-off's dream. My pent-up splooge splatted the back on the urinal.

Without a word, just a subtle nod, we parted, sated.

Here's a few random shots from the library:

 Wish I was under there!

My he's happy!

Have a seat or slide on in...

OH! I love that hair!

 YEAH, SHOOT IT!

Delicious mess

It's like a fuckin' lawn sprinkler!

I'll be right over...














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