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 TWO
GAYCATION PART FOUR: HELPING A COUPLE PLAY
Island House, Key West
My last day there. I decided it was slutty day. Have as much sex as possible. Fuck till I can't cum or get hard. I had spent one whole day chasing after this one guy and I ended up getting him, at least to the extent that I took him back and gave him oral worship without getting anything in return. Another night had ended up with a meth head and who the fuck needs that? I have had quite a bit of sex but today is the day to just let it all hang out. Go for it and what happens happens.
I had groped a few, including the guy I spent all day on before thinking that a repeat might be better (or at least easier), but the guy I was groping at that point was an older guy, silver haired and reasonably good looking but not someone I was super attracted to. He had an uncut dick and it was early and I figured I could blow him and have some fun. Why not? It is slutty day after all. I don't know that I was that blunt about it but that isn't far off the mark. I am pretty sure I more or less offered and he more or less accepted. I did offer a trip to my room to do the deed. He refused. He preferred the video lounge. I don't know if he liked to watch or be watched. Either way, I am not particular.
The thing is he lost out.
Within a minute or two, a couple came in. From hanging around, I now kind of knew them. We had talked some and I knew that they were married and basically celebrating an anniversary. The weird thing is that the one them, lean and with a thick brown beard, I had all ready fucked once -- back in Sexual Adventures 19 along with the Silver Fox. That was before I knew he was married (not that it would have stopped me). His husband is a bit beefier, not fat or anything just built bigger. They are both fit men, mid to late 30's and fine. Very fine. Not necessarily models or anything but good looking and in good shape and I promise that no one would push either of them out of bed. I am not sure now what we were doing when they entered or anything like that because I am writing this nearly 2 months later. I do remember that I was on the cross bench at the back of the room, Silver Hair was on my right at the platform, Bearded Guy on my right and sort of wedged up in the corner and Beefy Husband on my left. We are all naked. We are all stroking our hard dicks. We are all in a play space. If you are here, you are here for a reason. If they wanted to fuck as a couple, they have a room. Either or both are fair game. The worse that will be done is to blow me off. It's happened before; will again. I am unafraid.
I move down and get between Beefy Husband's legs. His cock is thick. Long as mine but thick. I think I know the dynamics: Bearded Guy is the bottom and Beefy Husband the top. I think that thick thing is what keeps him coming back when clearly he wants to try out all 30 wonderful flavors. But it is a first class cock and I like sucking cock and I go for it. He just leans back and lets me. I take it all the way down, try not to gag and hoped that he wouldn't face fuck me. Sliding back slowly, I cup his generous balls. I think the Bearded Guy is fine with it. Beefy Husband is. I work on that dick. I figure he is the less adventurous of the two and he needs to know that there men out there, sometimes a little older than him, that can suck a dick, proficient after 4 decades of practice.
I am going after it, slobbering on it, taking it down. It is not the first time I have ever done husbands. Once at Flexxx in Atlanta with the one I blew having a Prince Albert. Once at Club Orlando. Once I got picked up at Heretic in Atlanta and went home with a couple. As a 17 year old, I spent a memorable weekend with a couple at Tybee Island and pocketed a 100 bucks. So, clearly I have no morals about this. Besides, they came here. So I take him down. Really suck on it.
Bearded Guy is horned up.
He has come down and is sitting next to his husband. I reach up and take his good looking cock in my hand and stroke it while my mouth makes love to the cock. I wouldn't mind going from one to the other. I wouldn't mind being their little plaything for a little while either. Beefy Husband is bigger than I like but Bearded guy can plow my ass and get me stretched out. Why not?
Alas no. Bearded Guy, horny and hard, makes it plain that he wants to get fucked. He is a true bottom. Up on the platform he goes, feet in the air, legs apart. We are going to get a show. I like watching porn. I mean, who doesn't? But watching it in real life is exciting too, probably more so. The sound of real sex, the smell of it. Go for it, boys. I move over to where Silver Daddy is and I stroke him as they fuck. You can hear the slapping sounds of fucking. You can hear the grunts and the moans. They are both horny and they are going at it.
It is when Beefy Husband thrusts his last and drops a load into his husband's sweet ass that he pulls out.
"You wanna fuck him?" he asks
Yes. I certainly do. I have once before, sloppy seconds then too. I am a pig and it doesn't matter to me if I am the second load or the 10th. I get between his legs and just ram it in. He can take it. Besides he wants it. So, it goes in hard, fast and rough. So, here's the thing: it's not even night yet. I have had quite a bit of sex over the last week. More than normal, of course, but also more than people almost always will have generally. If I drop a load here, there is no guarantee that my slutty day isn't over. Who knows if I can perform again later after this? However, I am not going for the shiny penny though. I have a hot guy with a hot ass that wants to be plowed. I am not saving up for later. This is hot right now. If I can't later, if I lose an opportunity later and can't perform, then okay. But the ass my dick is in is certain.
I fuck him. I mean, I fucked him. Hard, fast, rough. I reach down and stroke his steel hard rod as I truly pound on his ass. Beefy Husband is rubbing on me as I do, kneading my ass in his hands, and I don't stop it because I like it. I like them desiring me. I am vain that way.
I am grunting as I pound away on his ass, stroking on his hard dick as I do. He's got a hot hole, slick and wet with his husband's cum and lube, and my dick is hard and twitching as I tear him up. Beefy Husband is watching and so is Silver Daddy. I don't care. In fact, I kinda like it. So, I just bang on, fucking him. He is hard in my hand. HIs balls are tight, pulled up. I think he is close. I am too. So, I flail away at his rock hard dick, really pulling it.
He gasps and explodes, more dribbling than anything else, coating my hand with his splooge. I decide then that I am not holding up. I am close. Too close to quit. I bang on and he is whimpering as he takes it. Then, I know it will happen. I unload in him.
After the whole thing was over, they left. I promised to see them around later and it was all pretty friendly. It was just me and Silver Daddy and I would have helped him get off but he wasn't hard. Oh well.
"You know, he's (meaning Bearded Guy) been trying to get his husband to play" Silver Daddy said. "When you went down and starting blowing him, it really turned him on"
I am glad.
TWENTY THREE
GAYCATION PART FIVE: A GUY FROM COLUMBIA
Island House: Key West
There was a couple -- one in his 40's and his lover about 2 days past 18. The boy was a total twink, cute as a button. Impossibly lean and a bit effeminate and incredibly cute. He went around the pool in an Andrew Christian jock. He was just teasing it, though. He didn't have a tan line and his ass was as dark as the rest of him. He is teasing. The jock contains and hides a considerable bulge. I was laying at the far end of the pool, the shaded end given freckles and all, reading a book when they got out of the pool. I divined that the boy had one a different jock than yesterday, when I had oogled him. I commented on it to them and the boy explained how they had bought two at the Leather Master, a store off of Duval. We discussed that for a minute -- I once made out with a guy in the changing room there -- and traded names.
"I can't get him to be naked around the pool" the older one says.
"I sunbath" the younger one protests
"He'll sunbath naked up on the deck but wears the jock in the pool" I figure he wants to show the kid off.
"I think you're right" I said. "A tease is sexier than showing it all off, when you're young and cute. You definitely have the ass to pull it off"
"Thanks" he said.
I would have happily have fucked the boy but I doubt it would have happened. It might have but would have taken a bit of work and it is getting on toward dusk on my last night there, my slutty day. I don't have time to work it and it goes against my plan, which is fuck just about anybody willing.
I was in the pool when they came. They actually got the chairs next to mine that had just come open from the young twink and his older lover. This too was younger/older. The younger attracted attention. Early to mid twenties, Latino but not Mexican, a perfect specimen of the young manhood: broad shoulders, defined pects, abs, narrow waist. By anyone's definition, he was a 10. Wearing a bathing suit patterned like a 60's pair of trunks, blue and white with a single back pocket in red, he too had the kind of body that teasing only made sexier. His lover was my age, bearded and hairy chested and not bad looking. He had clearly struck the jackpot. Other than deciding that the younger one was so out of my league as to not have it be worthwhile to even try, assuming that they weren't monogamous, I just decided to enjoy the eye candy.
They didn't seem to be all that all over each other. The younger one went back and to in the pool while the older really didn't. The man I call Silver Fox quickly moved in. I had to admit it made sense. Silver Fox is older, probably older than me, but quite distinguished and handsome and built solidly without an ounce of fat on him. Many young man in his 20's would die for a body like that. The younger one seemed to like the attention. I reflected that a 9 found a 10 that likes older men. That's good. I am not jealous. I am a 6 or 7. But whilr the 9's and 10's are being selective in their narrow universe on that end of the bell curve, the more numerous 5-8's are off getting laid. I am okay with that. Fair enough trade. He gets the beautiful boy it seems, well maybe or maybe not I decide, but I have all ready cum twice that day.
I get out of the pool and get into my chair, picking up my book to read and finishing off the last of a rum punch. The younger one is in his chair with the Silver Fox perched on the end, seriously making time. The older is next to me. I decide to strike up a conversation. The older is Rodrigo and the younger Jorge (not their real names, of course) and they are from Colombia (it may have been Ecuador. It was 2 months ago and the detail escapes me). We chat, limited by the fact that I don't speak Spanish and his English isn't good. Silver Fox speaks excellent Spanish, I might add. I am in the chair naked and Rodrigo compliments my dick. I want to pump them for the dynamics of their relationship but don't. Instead, we talk about how long they are going to be here (quite a few days), when I leave, the usual chit chat. He mentions my dick again. So, that's a hint I suppose.
"You stay here? You got room?" Rodrigo asks
"Yeah" At some point, I learned that they are in room 100, him and Jorge, just at the beginning of the breezeway at the foot of the stairs where I am staying. They advertise that room as being tight for two and they aren't lying. It is.
"What room?" I tell him but he doesn't get it. I show him the medallion on my key bracelet. "I meet you"
It would be cool if he brought Jorge but I am definitely game either way. I don't remember the exact logistics of who did what or in what order but I wound up in my room waiting for him to come. And he didn't. Perhaps we got crossed up, I thought, since we really were struggling to communicate and eventually I set off to find him. I figure when you lose something , go back to the last place you had it. When I did, Jorge, still with Silver Fox, explained, bemused I think, that we did get crossed up. He didn't understand and JOrge intimated that I had screwed up. Well, beyond having this beautiful boy kind of sort of laughing at me, it does suck that I'm not getting laid.
Then amazingly, we worked it out.
He is on my bed and naked. Hairy and hard and musky and very naked. I am too. We couldn't hold a conversation if we had to. I gather that he Jorge are together and perhaps married, although perhaps not. Clearly, it is not monogamous though. Jorge did not seem the least bit jealous (nor would I feel jealous of me if I had his body) and he was being hit on with ferocity. I wouldn't mind a fourway but right now I have Rodrigo and that is cool enough. He's latin and uncut and I like uncut dicks. I like dick generally, of course, but I like foreskin. And I know what to do with it. I take him down, using my hand to slide it up and down. As I come off the dick, I gather his foreskin between my lips and press it down tight. Then the tongue gets into the tissue, around the sensitive head and the foreskin. THen I take him down again.
"Wow" he cries out. "Rico!"
I take it that Rico is good and am encouraged. I go on with it. I am working his dick, enjoying some cocksucking, going after his balls. I use my tongue to rub his piss vein and then flick at the underside of the piss slit, the sort of male clit I guess. He likes it, pushing himself into my mouth.
"Wow" he cries out again.
I go down on him, stroking my own rigid cock. I kiss him and he is a passionate kisser. I go back down south, planting it in my mouth, going down on his cock. I suck it, stroke it, kiss it. We kiss again and I go after his nipples, sucking on them hard and then biting lightly.
"Rico!" he booms out.
He sucks me. He's had a dick in his mouth before. He is good at it. I lay back and enjoy it, running my hands through his thick black curly hair, pushed up by a bandana.He uses his hands to explore my body as he sucks my cock. It feels good. It does. I want it. I use my hand to explore his body, hard and masculine, muscular. He is not the Greek god that Jorge is but he is more than hot enough.
"You, you fuck me" Rodrigo says.
A command or a question? Well, I can do that, I think. I reach over and grab a condom, offering him the choice. He wants one on me. So, I roll it on. The thing is that I have dropped a load once today and the reduced sensation through the rubber means that he is going to get a long fuck.
There are only so many ways to fuck, of course. Rodrigo was on his stomach with his ass in the air. I split the cheeks and rammed my hand in between lubing him up. My dick sheathed in a polyurethane condom was greased too. One hand on it and another keeping his ass cheeks apart a little, I pushed it.
"WOW!" he cried out. "RICO!"
Fucking is fucking. It is back and too, a little wiggle and little shake, vary the rhythm. A bucking of the hips and slapping bodies together. The clapping of my crotch hitting his ass echoed through the rooms, our grunts and groans filling the space. I rammed it in, squirmed around and then back out nearly all the way before pushing it back in hard and savagely. I must have done that 10 times and he called out each time. Slow between strokes as my thich cock filled his ass. Slow out and then fast and hard in. And then another. I was horny and I wanted his ass. I wanted his lover's ass more and who knows maybe there is a possibility I think to myself. But now I am fucking Rodrigo. And after 10 banging hard strokes, I just start fucking him smooth and steady. Hard but smooth and steady.
"Wow. You fuck me, you fuck me" He said
Umm, well, yes. I fuck you. I fuck you hard. That's what happened as my horniness grew. I just fucked him harder and harder. Despite the condom, it felt good. The way sex does. Really good. I plowed ahead, grunting and groaning and tearing that ass up. He liked it too, the way a bottom should. I suspected that both he and Jorge were actually bottoms and they had to play to be fully satisfied and I didn't mind. I would love to have that ass too. BUt I am plowing this one as hard as I can.
The sweat drips off of me. It is hard work. The condom lengthens it out, reduces the sensation but I don't mind. I am fucking him and fucking him hard and he groaning and shifting underneath me, trying to get it in harder. A challenge. I haunch up on my knees and steady myself like with a push up and go to town. I mean really going at him hard now. He just whimpers.
"Ooh, fuck" I call out.
Too fucking good. Too fucking hard and too fucking fast. I am going to blow. I mean explode too. But I just go at it hard. I want every last nanosecond of ecstasy milked out from it. But it can't last and it won't. It builds and builds as I fuck him. More and more. Then finally, bang.
I wish I could report that I got Jorge too but didn't. Later on, I slid through the cafe and saw him and Silver Fox sitting and talking with drinks in their hands. I hope they actually got together. He was a beautiful boy.