TRUE SEXUAL ADVENTURES
By
Rev. Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin
DISCLAINER: The following is based on true experiences. It consists of consensual sexual experiences between consenting adults, including barebacking and other unsafe practices. All episodes are homosexual between gay men. None involve romance of any sort. If this offends you, stop reading. If you find homosexuality erotic, I hope you enjoy.
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TWENTY
GAYCATION PART TWO (SUNDAY SOIREE)
Island House. Key West
I go on the Blu Q, the clothing optional, all male sailing charter, leaving at noon. I wanted to go snorkeling and the Captain offered but I got outvoted 10-1. Actually 8 of the passengers were locals and a couple from North Carolina, who I think didn't care one way or the other, but the locals wanted to go out to the sand bar and bob around the bath water temperature ocean. It was good and I learned a lot of the gossip from Key West's indigenous gay community. The Sunday afternoon party was in full swing at Island House when I got back after 5.
I was horny. The place is full of day pass people. I see potential.
Just as I walk through the plastic slats into the video room, a hot brown skinned boy siting on the bench on the far wall, yells out as he cums into the mouth of another hot guy's mouth. I mean it was simultaneous. Then, before I can even process the event, that guy shrieks, grabs his towel and runs out of the video room. There is a trio of guys in the room and they are falling all over themselves laughing.
There is a bit of conversation as I am still trying to figure it out.
"Do you think he knew it was gay?"
"Where is he from?"
"Brazil, Sao Paulo I think"
"That is too funny"
I sit down, hoping that there is still more action. They are young, twenties, and probably not interested in me but you never know how things will shake out. But two of them leave. The one left behind has a skimpy speedo on with lube tucked into his waist band. I must have made some move toward him.
"It's not working 'cause of the liquor" he slurred.
He stumbles out and I am alone. No situation is permanent and I hang out for a little while. In a minute, two guys plow into the room and plop down on the bench just a foot away from me. One, naked, is probably early 30's, lean and good looking and with a big, thick dick. The other one is younger and more dressed, underwear and a colorful and festive wife beater t shirt. He's cute enough and why not? However they were interested in each other. I briefly have the younger one's dick in my mouth as he blows big dick but they get up and leave. They go to the hallway across, essentially to get away from me I guess. So, I could feel rejected or down on my self but I came to get laid. In a minute more, a brown boy comes in. Latin, a little chunky but cute. I want it and he must because he is here. I move to blow him and he stops me. He reaches up for the tray, one on either side of the entrance, that holds the condoms. He rolls one on for me to suck him.
He is not the first guy that has done this and I find it ridiculous. There is little reason to worry about catching something from being sucked off. The concern is excessive. And it does decrease the sensation. And the sensation is the point I think. But he rolls it on and I suck him anyway. It is silly and maybe I shouldn't but I am horny and the day is getting along and I like giving head to men. So I do it.
He is skittish. Very skittish. I am kind of getting into the cocksucking, despite the rubber bullshit, when he pulls out and makes some excuse.
"You got a room?" he asks. I think he doesn't and he wants to get laid but is shy or whatever.
"Yeah" I say "Come on"
He lags behind me as I head for my room, like we are not together. Like anybody cares. Every guy here is gay or bi. Otherwise, you wouldn't really want to be here. But, again, whatever. I enter my room on the landing and leave the door ajar. A minute later, he comes in. He is still nervous acting and immediately notices that I have the curtains open, only the shears covering the window. Modesty is not one of my strong suits. So, he closes the curtains and the room darkens. He adjusts the lights. It is a bit more romantic in terms of ambience I think but I really just want his dick.
It's back with the condom.
I take him in and do the best I can. But he is still nervous.
"My friend. I need to ... I'll come back" he stammers
"You live here or ..."
"Miami"
Either he is worried about his ride leaving, which is unlikely I think, or about what his friend would think. I think any friend worth having would think it is cool that he got laid. But the guy bolts out the door. At that point, I don't really do anything. He left the door slightly open and there is good porn on the TV. I just settle back and wait. Whatever will be will be. If he comes back, good. If not, on to the next adventure. I stroke on it, staying hard.
In a couple of minutes, he comes back to the door and opens it slowly. He sees me on the bed, slowly stroking myself. He steps in. He closes the door.
"So, you want to fuck me?" I ask him. I don't perceive him as a bottom, which is to say that he lacks the confidence to bottom.
"Yeah"
My habit before setting out on an adventure is to douche. That way I am ready for anything even if I mostly top. He isn't big, which is what I want because I bottom seldom enough that I am still very tight and not into pain. I am not a size queen. For me, he is perfect.
I am doggy and he rolls a condom on. There is no foreplay and no gentleness. I didn't expect any. He just rams it in. That's okay. It doesn't hurt. Just a bit full. Then he fucks the living shit out of me. Hard and fast. I mean hard and fast. He grunts with each stroke and I reach down and stroke myself as he tears it up back there. I have to admit it feels fine. He won't last, not for very long, but it does feel pretty fucking fine.
It is like he is fucking me at a constant pitch, rammer jammer in my ass. Then he grunts hard, makes a couple of half hearted strokes and pulls out. I turn over and look at him pull off his cum soaked condom.
"Sorry. I got excited" he says
"It's cool. I enjoyed it"
He holds up the condom. "Where can I put it?"
I point out the trash can in the small closet. He dumps his spunk there and I try to get a sense of how long he will be there and the possibility of maybe even hooking up with the friend. But it is a long drive back to Miami on a late Sunday afternoon.
What to do? Back to the pool, or look for trouble? Oh, trouble for sure. Back at it. I grab my towel, and I don't even bother covering up, and a bottle of lube and head out. I'm not ashamed. I like to have sex and this is the place. What's the point? I plow done the vermillion hallway, around the corner and into the video room. Big dick is still there. I am surprised. Whatever happened with the twink must be over and he is still looking for relief because he is hard. He is alone and stroking it. I wanted it before -- well, I wanted the twink and briefly had him-- and I want him now. I head for him.
It's not like I am a size queen. I think mine is about the perfect size. Big enough to be a full sized man's dick but not so big you can't do anything with it. His is bigger than mine. Thicker and longer. I don't want to gag on it but I know I will. But I am going to suck it. Oh, fuck yeah. That is exactly what I am going to do.
I cram as much in as possible. He has big balls too. Nice luscious balls. I suck on them too. I am giving it a tongue bath, stroking myself hard as I do. I like public sex. It is a turn on. I like group sex. Orgies. I want that. Later on in the week, there is a blond guy about 40 that I was hot on. I made a play, chatting him up. As we both stood there in the warm water of the pool, he was kind of tugging at it and I should have gone for it then but I judged him shy and so I thought I would take my time. It meant I lost out. Later on, during the Wednesday hump day party, someone else had the guy on the side of the pool down at the cafe end, blowing him along with a partner right there. So maybe he wasn't so shy after all. But, that is my kind of gig. Right now, I am blowing a guy here and it was the two of us but not for long. Another guy comes in and sees that big dick and goes for it like a steel to a magnet. I back off and let him.
We trade off for a while, both sucking it but he is more into it than me. Then I lose out.
"Fuck me" the other guy says. So, he, unlike me, is a size queen. Okay, go for it.
Against the other wall is another two that have come in. One is a guy that I met last night. Beside him is a twink. He has his shirt on but his pants off. A hard dick is standing up. He has two men, both old enough to be his father, going for him. The other guy gets his mouth on the dick first. This kid doesn't need his shirt on. He is skinny and self conscious about it. I think he has no reason to be. It may just be a skinny pack but let's get it all. I help him get the shirt off. Be naked. Be proud.
I kiss him and rub on his torso as the other guy goes after the boy's dick. I like kissing and I like kissing boys but I do really want to suck and the other guy is hard and willing. Big dick is fucking the guy on the platform next to us, he's groaning and moaning and I have to be careful but I pick my way through to get at that dick. Hard and stiff, I put it in my mouth. I go after it as he is going after the kid's. I am stroking mine as I suck him.
As good as this is, I am not going to last. It was has been a day and now into the night. I am hard and I am stroking it. I head back to the other side of the boy, perhaps with the intent of sucking him off too. Either way, I find myself standing on the seat, my dick crammed down the boy's mouth.
I don't know how good a cocksucker he is because I was only there a minute. I was too horned up. I drained it all down his throat. It felt good.
TWENTY ONE
GAYCATION PART THREE: THE STAFF GUY
Island House, Key West
I won't describe him. He works there. There is no rule against staff hooking up with guests. I don't suppose there is any shame in it. Obviously, I am not judging anyone for hooking up. Men like sex. There are men available here to have sex with. But if you've been there, you've seen him. He's a nice guy and just because I am sharing my anonymous sex adventures under a pseudonym I have no right to violate his. So, he works there. If you've been and you know the people you can insert whoever you want into the scenario. I don't mind.
He had a towel on around his waist. He was going into the video room as I got there. It's not a peak time for playing but I was bored and thought a run through just to see was in order. I got there right as he was entering. Why not? I went in after him. As I round the corner, I am just a few steps behind him. He knows I am there. There is no one in the video lounge. We find ourselves in the hall outside the new glory hole cubicles.
I push him back against the wall and kiss him. I undo his towel and fling it aside. Mine gets ripped away. We are grown men. We know the ways of men and sex. We are horny and we want it. I push him down. My dick goes in his mouth.
"Suck it" I say
There is a subtle interplay even here. He is sucking me and stroking himself. There are all kinds of ways this could go. Just because he is sucking doesn't mean that he is a bottom. I know. I love sucking cock and I'm mostly a top. I love getting my dick sucked too. If I pull him up and we kiss and then I go down on him, that's what we are going to do because I don't feel like bottoming right now. If I let him go, the worse that happens is I get a hummer and that's cool. Then again, he might be a bottom. I don't honestly know. We have talked a couple of times over the last few years, once for a good 15 minutes in the outdoor jacuzzi although I doubt he would remember it. Guests come and go. But whether he takes it in the ass or not didn't come up. If I remember we talked about the owner of Island House and the sell that never was, which I was glad of. New ownership might fuck up one of my favorite places.
He's is blowing me and it does feel good. Blow jobs do. That's why they are such a huge part of gay life. I don't have much use for a fag that won't suck a dick. I mean, shit. I like dick. And he is good at it. Very skilled. If blowing a wad down his throat is what happens then cool but I would like to ram it into his butt.
"C'mon," I say. "Come down there"
I take him down to the end of the hallway and bend him over into the padded platform sunk deep into the wall. There are hand holds for him. He's bent over, feet apart. I grease up a finger and stick it in. When he doesn't stop me, a second goes in. He's tight. He's mostly a top. But not today apparently. I get behind him, open up his butt checks and begin to push my greased up dick inside him. I don't know if it hurt or not. I am pretty thick if the length is really not much more than average. He is tight and the sphincter spasms around it. I push all the way in.
"Oooohhh" he exhales. "Ooohhh yeah"
"Oh, fuck" I answer. "That is a tight hole"
"Oooohhhh, fuck me"
I don't think he wants it hard and fast. I may be wrong but I don't think so. Nice and smooth and easy into and out of this tight hole. Nice and rhythmic. He must still be hard because he is reaching around to jack himself off. Doggy style is not a good position for reaching around. While I like jacking a man off while fucking him, we are not changing over to missionary. I suspect that if my dick comes out of his body without orgasming, it ain't getting back in. He is liking what he is getting right now but not enough to get remounted. So, I am going to bang him while I can.
I know what he is feeling. When you don't bottom much it is a confusing sensation down there when you do. I have been fucked myself and just the day before. How many times have I been fucked myself all together? I have no idea. I first put my dick in another guys ass at the age of 12 and first took it at 16. I bottomed more when I was young than I have since. I think he is like me. On the other hand, when I am getting fucked I want to get fucked. So I do the same for him.
So, still nice and slow and easy. A hard dick in a tight hole. It's just us. No one else. Not that it matters. Naked, hard and going at it. And it feels good too. A nice tight hole. I think he is used to it now and that is for the best because I am getting horned up. Hot and horny. I fuck him harder. Stronger and faster. He is stroking himself. I am amazed he is still hard. But I keep it up.
Too late now. I am going to blow. No matter what. So I just go for it. Hard and fast now. Then, with one last push, I unload in his ass.
How long did it take? 10 minutes? 15? Not long. But it was nice. He confirmed for me that he rarely took it, which i had guessed. I'm glad he did though. About an hour later, I had a minor deal and he helped me with it. Neither of us acknowledged what had happened just before.