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St. Louis Arch
St. Louis. Sitting on a bench, looking up at the arch, and, being a poor college student, even though I had made good money all summer, I knew I would need it all for school, I decided that paying to go up in the arch was money I did not need to spend. There was a normal looking guy, in his 40's on the next bench, who nodded at me, but did not say anything, and I was silent as well.
A rather scruffy looking guy, maybe homeless, came along and showed me some xxx photos, gay and straight, and said, "You want? One dollar for 5 pictures, you pick." Since I can get all the dirty pictures I want for free from the internet, I just said, "No thanks."
He then approached the next guy with the same line, he pulled out his wallet and gave the guy five dollars, but waived off the pictures. He just said, "Here, God bless you." The homeless man wandered off.
"You are a good man," I said to him.
"I try, but like almost all men, I have my weaknesses and failings."
"Me, too," I said, thinking he did not know the half of it.
"You new here?" he asked.
"Just passing through," I said. "On my way back east to college."
"You been up in the arch?"
"No, I didn't want to spend the money."
"I'll take you," he said, "you should not miss it. It is the best thing about this city. Where are you staying?"
"Nowhere, so far," I said, "there are plenty of cheap motels in East St. Louis."
"And prostitutes, and thieves, particularly car thieves, and muggers, parts of that city are not places you ought to find yourself in as a stranger. Anyway, let's go."
His name was Paul.
And we went up the elevator to the top of the arch and looked at the city. He stood very close to me, and I was getting turned on, he smelled good. I had not had many sexual encounters with older guys, but he was of interest.
We went down, I bought us both a sweet tea, we chatted some more about me, I told him I was bi, but mostly had gay experiences since they were so easy to get, and finally I said, "We have talked a lot about me, what about you?"
"Well, like you, I like guys for sex. I have a nice apartment, do you want to stay the night? No obligation for having sex, but if you want to, I do."
"Sure," I said. "The accommodations and the sex, both, but I need supper first. And I pay my way, so nowhere too expensive but better than MacDonald's."
We walked to a small local restaurant, I had a very good supper, his leg rubbed mine off and on, under the table, I rubbed back, and was hard as a rock. He tried paying my way, but we ended up splitting the bill and I followed him back to his apartment. It was a nice place, a few religious things on the walls, but not as cluttered with them as my Aunt Peg's, who went to Mass almost every morning.
"You never told me what you do for a living," I said.
"You didn't figure it out on the park bench?"
"No."
"I am a priest, a Catholic priest."
"Shit," I said.
"Many of us are gay, you know, and some of us, maybe most of us, do have sex. But, in my case, not with kids."
"Wow," I said, "when I was growing up the local priest was playing with some of the kids, but not me, but one of them told me about it. The priest was a kind man, he treated my friend well, and my friend did not take part in any of the lawsuits against the Church. I talked about it with him, recently, he is gay and was ok with the experience."
"You Ok with it?" he asked.
"Sure," I said, "if the Church was more liberal about sex, like the Episcopalians and the Unitarians are, there might not have been all the scandals and lawsuits."
"Amen."
As soon as we were in the door he hugged me, and put his mouth on the side of my neck, and kissed it lightly. We nuzzled each other for a minute or so, and then we mutually moved to kiss. He was a great kisser. We kissed and felt each other up, slowly removing each other's clothing, until we were naked, cocks pressed together, he was hairy, chest, belly, shoulders, back, legs, but his ass was clear, and he had manscaped his pubes and balls and taint. He had athletic muscles, like me. His cock was uncut, and smaller than mine.
"69?" he asked.
"Sure." And, we did. His cock was smooth, and I could get it all in my mouth without it going into my throat, just the kind of cock I like for sucking on. I could stick my tongue out and lick his balls with his cock in my mouth, I played with his taint, and his hole. Meanwhile he was doing it all to me, and deep throating my cock, it was heaven, and I pulled off, and told him so.
"Do you want to fuck me?" he asked.
"Yes,"
"OK, give me a few minutes to clean out, and once I have done that, we can shower together if you like."
"I like."
So, he did, and we did, and went to his bedroom where he had a queen-sized bed, he pulled off the covers and put down a big towel to catch the drippings.
"Let me ride you," he said, so, I lay down on my back, cock sticking up a bit from my belly, pulsing with anticipation, he suited up my cock with his mouth, lubed it and his hole, and slowly sat down on my cock, facing me. I just stayed still. His cock was sticking out at me, hard and already dripping precum on my belly. I tasted it, and it was good. Not bitter, not sweet, just good. He began to rock on it, slow, working it all the way in. "You Ok?" he asked, "Not going to cum too soon?"
"I am ok, and as long as we do what we are doing, I can hold on for a long time." And, so, we did, with him riding my cock. He did the work for a while, the I took over, then him, then me. "We are doing well at keeping it in," I said.
After what was about 25 minutes, he said, "I've got to cum, play with my nips while I play with my cock." His cock had been hard the whole time, the older guys get, in my experience, the less likely that is. So, we did, we both fucked, and suddenly he spurted cum all the way up to my face. His hole clamping down on mine, put me over the edge as well. We just stayed still for a few minutes, I stayed hard up there in his ass, and he said, "I've got to cum again, you ok?"
"Sure," I said, and he began moving on my cock, and fisting his, and a minute later he came again. It did not squirt as far the second time, but was still impressive. "I can cum again, too," I said, as he got up off my cock, I took the condom off, and, fisted myself with the cum from my first orgasm, and came again in no time.
"We are good," he said, but time to clean up and sleep. Which we did. In the wee hours of the morning I woke up with my cock in his ass crack, with him moving on it, spoon fashion.
"Want to fuck again?" he asked.
"Sure."
I put my condom on myself this time and it went right in. I did a reach around and we both came pretty quickly. Another trip to the shower and it was time to go.
We had discussed my plans and he said he had an old friend in Wheeling WV, named Owen, that I might really like. He was a cop, on the DL, and mostly a bottom, and an out of town guy like me might just be the ticket. He gave me the cop's name and address but not his phone/text number. He told me to let the cop call or text me.