TRUE SEXUAL ADVENTURES
By
Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin
DISCLAINER: The following are 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. For the most part they are random encounters. If this offends you, stop reading. If you find homosexuality erotic, I hope you enjoy.
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TWENTY SIX
The Walk of Shame
Island House Key West
The whole week was kind of subdued and low energy, which was cool. It was November and kind of tweener time, soon after the hurricane. I was tired and needed a vacation and it wasn't like i wasn't getting laid. It was just not as hopping as other times that I have gone. There was some eye candy though. All three of the Nathan's were cute although one was finer than the other. Some more too. There was a middle aged guy and his boy toy, skinny and young, who wore assless jockstraps by the pool. He was cute and I talked to them some. But it was Thurday and Happy Hour. There was only one knot of people in the pool for happy hour. I had a fruity drink and was participating but the center of attention was a married couple and their hangers on and I really was just kind of there. On the other side of the pool was a guy, sitting in the water on the steps by himself. I thought he was reasonably good looking -- salt and pepper hair and a broad open face. So, in hopes of something more than I would get where I was, I made my way over to him.
I introduced myself and his name was John. We went through the whole fraternity rush thing to find a topic of conversation: where are you from, first time here or not, what do you do. That sort of thing. He was from somewhere, I forget. He did something. I forget. I remember that I thought it was kind of uninteresting at the time but he was a nice guy and easy to talk too and I had a bit of a buzz. I mentioned something about a drink and he said that he didn't drink alcohol. I felt kind of bad because I was buzzed and clearly sucking a daiquiri or something.
I am pretty sure I made the move first. It doesn't take a lot of bravery. We are two gay men in a pool, naked. I tug on mine a little, put a hand on a hip, tug a bit more and then, if he doesn't object, take his junk in your hand. Knead his balls, pull on his cock. It goes from there. Pretty soon we are all over each other. Not making out but definitely moving toward that. He tells me about his first time having sex: 33 years old and a coworker made a move on him. They were on a business trip together and the other man booked a room with only one bed. He had an agenda and it succeeded. It must have shown on my face but I was stunned that a man would remain a virgin until 33. I am not sure i understand the reason for it and definitely don't think that you should.
"How about you?" he asked.
"I guess I am at the other end. I was pretty young"
I soft sell it. I was 12 when a neighborhood boy of 15 introduced me to masturbation and then oral sex. The following year, a 17 year old boy that I had a crush on essentially recruited me into a relationship with a man in his 30's that lasted for 2 years. I soft sell because everybody assumes things that aren't true. You may read these adventures and suppose that there is some deep seated psychological bullshit when the truth is that I just like sex: the commited and loving kind and the down and dirty pig sex. Of course, what the fuck does it matter? I write stroke stories for a hobby. Compared to the average male -- straight male, that is -- I have had an enormous amount of anonymous sex. Judge me how you want. Anyway, he doesn't psychoanalyze me and we are kind of increasingly getting all over each other.
He wants to go someplace more private to carry on. I know that means my room as he is staying over at the Equator. As for me, I'd blow him right there. Put his ass on the side of the pool and get between his legs, let whoever comes by see. But, he wants private and so we get up and out of the pool, shivering a bit in the cool night air, and head down to room 100.
We are naked together in the failing light, two men on a soft bed, facing each other and making out. We are both hard. He likes to kiss and so do I and that works out. Having a body next to you, affectionate and excited, is good. I had no complaints.
"This is the part I like best, the kissing and touching" he said.
Well, yeah, I guess. I like kissing. I like the intimacy of it. Of course, the sucking and fucking have their charms too. Let's not forget. I humor him, though, kissing and touching and rubbing together. I take his dick in my hand as we continue to kiss. I know I am going to suck it. It's just a matter of time and how much depends on the vibe I get from him. I want to have as much foreplay or making out as he wants but not so much it deters us from more pressing matters.
I scoot down on the bed and take his cock in my mouth. All the way in. Then I pull slowly off it. Who doesn't like a blowjob? I love giving them and this has taken long enough to get started. I don't mind the kissing, in fact I love kissing men, but we have dicks for a reason. Time to get going. So I did, sucking him off.
He lets me do it and I think I am doing a pretty good job. I am making love with my mouth to his penis. Cool, right? I thought so. Besides, I'm enjoying it.
"Let me show you something." He says, pulling me off his dick. "Lean back on the bed"
Well, I'm game for anything. So I do. He explains that he has been to some class or other that taught about sensual masturbation, like tantric masturbation. So he's going to give me a handjob and all I have to do is relax and surrender control. Well, okay. As I say, I am up for anything. And here's the thing: masturbation is good. I like masturbation. Been doing it since I was, well, too young to shoot anything out. I am an expert in it, at least as far as my dick is concerned. What he is doing is feeling pretty good. But sex is a participation sport. My hands creep in to touch. He jokingly tells me to be patient and let him do his thing.
I suck at this. I am an active party, not passive. Even getting fucked. I want more than this.
The hands creep in again. He puts them aside. I want at his dick. He is stroking mine.
"Oh damn. I didn't realize the time. I am supposed to meet my friends for dinner"
I look over at the clock. It's after 7. It's a plausible story but we are having sex. I would just be late and apologize.
"I need to go. I'll be back later on but I'll understand you find someone else. I'm the one leaving so .... I hate too but"
I shrug. "Okay"
What can you say? He's leaving. I know he won't be back. There is a small chance he will but he won't be hooking up with me. I am horned up and ready to go and he has issues, I think. Anyway, nobody has to do anything they don't want to do and he doesn't want to do it with me. That's cool. He can move on and so can I. I am going in search of some action and the dirtier and nastier it is the better I am going to like it. I'm sure as shit not waiting around for the promise of maybe a hand job. Plus, I know my options for pig sex.
It's the walk of shame. The video lounge, the red room.
There is a local guy I know in the red room. The backstory is that in the summer I went on the Blu Q for the sunday Sandbar swim with a couple from Charlotte and a dozen local gay guys. This guy was the one I hit on unmercifully. Nothing happened. For one thing, he didn't actually swimm but stayed on the boat. For me, the purpose of the trip was to swim naked in the ocean and so I wasn't that interested in doing anything but that. Later on, after the cruise that night, he was at Island House and I am still hitting on him and not getting anywhere. Now he is here. He is hard. I am horny. This is going to work out fine.
He is sitting on the upper tier of the cross benches at the head of the room. I get between his legs and take his cock in my mouth. I lick up the shaft roughly and then lick his balls before taking it all down and in my mouth. Back on the boat in the summer, I had not seen him naked. Now that I had, it was a hell of a sight. I was finally getting what I wanted. I took it down and slowly came back up, sliding it along the shaft and stroking my own engorged cock as I did. Trust me, I was happy to. He held my head and pushed me down on his cock, average sized but pretty, until I choked. Fighting the gag, I pulled off but then dived back down. He bucked his hips and face fucked me. He wanted it.
Okay.
SO I bobbed up and down on it, grabbing his hardness at the base and stroking it as went back and to. I could taste his precum, salty and sticky
"I want to fuck you" He said. "Get up there"
As it happens, I want to see his face as he does it. I don't protest at all. I am putty in his hands. Had he been a bottom, that would have been better but I knew or suspected he wasn't from the start. I am laying on the padded platform, my legs apart and my knees hooked over some handholds at exactly the perfect height.
There is no foreplay. He greases his dick up and just rams it in, hard and fast. And it hurts too. I mean, I am being ripped fucking apart. Somewhere in my conscious mind I think that I really should bottom more. But I have to just endure the pain for now until I get used to it.
When he moved is when it happened. It felt pretty good. Real fucking good. He moved more and then began to fuck me. I had to grab my cock and keep it hard as he did it, trying to coax as much pleasure out of it as I can. He is fucking me slowly.
"God you're tight" he said
Well, yeah. But tight is good. At least I think it is. That dick in there feels right to me. Full up down there, pressing against my prostate and flooding my brain with the signal that all is good. He grunts and I grunt and God fucking damn.
"Oh, yeah, fuck me hard" I hear myself say. And I know I want that.
He does. Not all at once. He ramps up, getting harder and faster. I am flogging myself and the sensation in my ass is just right. Then harder and more of it. faster and more. Now he is really just fucking me and I am lost in my pleasure, losing sense of what is around me. Are there people? I don't know. Take your cock out and cum on my face if you are there.
"Oh God, oh yeah. That's it, fuck me. Fuck me" I say
He grunts and goes harder. His sweat drips on me and I am rough stroking myself. He pushes my legs forward and leans in. He's close. Closer than I am though. I can tell. It is harder but mow more ragged. I am having trouble breathing, staying awake and alive as the pure sensual energy flows over me. He is closer. The little death. Then he rams it in and stops.
I have an ass full of jizz. I am happy. I wanted him and I got him. He gathers up his shit and leaves. I do too. There are two other guys there but I don't really care. Not them and not now.
A little while later, I am naked in the pool and it is nearly 10. The water is like bathwater and there is just enough coolness in the air that it is better to stay in the pool than get out but I think I would be happier in the jacuzzi. So braving the low 70's temperatures, I get out towel off and head down the breezeway past my room to the outdoor hottub. The middle aged guy and his boy toy are there as I ease into the warm water.
The older one is Lee and the younger Ethan. That's not their real names. of course. We talk for a while and turns out there is a connection. I have been in the city they live in a number of times and we have all been to the same bathhouse there but I have not seen them or they me. But I am amazed that through work, they know my ex, or at least Lee does through work. Ethan is an alleged student. I take it they have done it with him. If so, good for them and him.
Here's the thing: I haven't cum yet. I want to and I am going to. I would happily hold little Ethan down and fuck the ever loving cum out of him. But I judge that was not to be. After a nice long conversation that drifted through several topics, I wish them well and head back to my room. Porn is on. Two beautiful black boys. Cool.
It's after 11. One last walk on the walk of shame. As predicted, my guy from earlier in the evening has not shown back up. His loss. I take a small jar of Elbow Grease with me as I go, a towel in my hand, fully naked and fully hard. Something is going to give. From Room 100, it is up the stairs and around two sides and there it is.
Lee was holding the door open for Ethan.
Damn. Best case, this is good luck. Worst case, they don't like the vibe or they don't want me and I got my hopes up for nothing. It's only about 10 feet and we'll see soon.
Lee doesn't move. He is still holding the door open. "After you" he says, I think with a smile.
I smile too, a bit sheepish. "Thanks"
Ethan is standing in the hallway, just before the heavy plastic slats, wrapped in a towel, this thin and skinny but well bronzed torso showing. "Nice" he says, reaching out for my cock.
So definitely working out. I really want them to go first because the boy is going to be the deciding factor what does or doesn't happen and where. But I am the one really who is blocking the hall way. So, I turn and head in, down the hallway and turn the corner at the room. There are two men, both older in the there, one naked and stroking, the other just sitting there. I've looked in and move past instead of barging in. Ethan peers in and looks at Lee. In that split second, before it all goes to hell, I continue around the corner to the small hall way outside the trio of stalls for glory holes. If they follow, then it's happening.
Ethan does follow and, in the red light on that tight space, he lets the towel drop. "Suck it daddy" he says.
The kid is hung. Hung like a horse. He is one of those skinny kids that is seriously packing, long and thick. It is so big that it probably only swells a bit when hard and really doesn't stick up much. He wants it sucked, then he will get it suck by God. He's as cute as a button.
Lee is behind him, his arms wrapped around his torso as I struggle to get his swollen pride in my mouth without chocking. He is kissing on his little boy toy. I don't know how long they've been together but this kid is barely over 18, I judge. But he is and he is fair game. I suck on that big tool.
"You want that big daddy dick?" Lee says to him in whisper.
"FUck me. Fuck me till I cum" Ethan said.
Oh, I can definitely do that.
He is at the end of the hall, bent over. I get behind him and put the Elbow Grease on my dick. His hole was been pre-lubed. He walked in to get fucked. And while his lover looks on, I do the deed. He is bent over and I am behind him and I slide it in.
"Fuck him. He can take it." Lee said, patting me on the ass.
Well, if Daddy says, who am I to argue? My crotch is on his ass and I pull back, almost to the point of my dick coming out and then slam forward hard. He groans as I do. He liked that. So, I repeat it a couple more times. But then the good feeling of ass fucking comes on and I quit being cute and just fuck him. Not hard and fast, but nice and steady. I want to enjoy it, savor it. It isn't every day that I do a cute as shit little twink, probably not out of his teens. The fact that his lover is looking on, well that has happened to me before but this is a million times cuter. So I am fucking him, in and out and the whole slapping thing. My crotch meets his ass.
I sense movement behind me. I know Lee is there. He is egging me on. But there is someone else there too, watching. I wonder, idly, whether he will have a chance to get his freak on with the kid. Maybe he will, maybe he won't. I am and that's what counts.
"Mark said you had a good dick and could fuck" Lee said. Mark is my ex.
I bury my cock in him and wiggle a bit. He purrs. "Mark never complained. Did you fuck him, Ethan, with that big dick? He's a size queen"
"We both did" Lee said. "But if it bothers you ..."
I grab little Ethan by the hips and draw him on back, burying my cock up into him again and then I just wail on his ass for a long minute, fucking him savagely hard.
"I think it's hot" I say as I slow down. Mark was hot, our problems were never sexual and I would have been disappointed if he had passed up sex with these. I just wish I could have seen the skinny little twink fuck Mark, who is a grown man. That would have been interesting. Then I go back to just pounding him.
The thing is that sex doesn't last forever. Fucking doesn't. At a certain point, it is involuntary. But I feel it rising. So I pull out to give Lee his turn.
"Did you cum>?" he asked. I shake my head. "Go for it, drop your load"
So I slam it back in. Ethan grunts as he gets penetrated. This time I am not gentle at all. I folded over him, holding him close into me with my forearm wrapped around his midriff, pulling him as I fuck him. I am going to town and Ethan is whimpering a bit. He is not a virgin, I promise, but he is young. Young but old enough easily. I just bang on it.
"Fuck him" I head the other voice say.
Yeah, okay. Never thought of that. Right now, though, I don't have long but no part of my mind is parcelling out and limiting it. I am going for the gold. Pound, pound, pound.
"Oh fuck" I call out. "Fucking goddamn"
Then a grunt and the semen just pours out of me into his ass as a wave of sheer ecstasy sweeps over me.
"Oh wow, goddamn" I say as I pull out.
"He's a hot little fucker, huh?" Lee said
"Damn straight. That was fun" I say, leaning over and kissing the kid one last time. Lee pushes past me and mounts up his little lover. It's worked out pretty well for me. I push past the other guy in the hallway, an older guy.
"That was hot" he said.
'Sure as shit" I say.
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