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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THIRTY ONE
A fuck before you go
Island House, Key West
When I got to Key West on Saturday, I checked into New Orleans House, the center of the action for Pride. The Bourbon Street Pool Party was going on and it was ... well, not what I wanted. They had a drag queen as Emcee and a big crowd, lots of guys and many of them cute and all that's cool. But no one was naked. The closest thing were some twinky boys were those assless jocks, like Andrew Christian and 2 X(ist). The pool was largely empty and the water more toward green than I wanted and there were quite a few women. Some were lesbians and fellow tribe members even if it puts a damper on the raunchiest type of fun but there were also straight people as allies and ...
I went to Island House and got a day pass. A pool, nothing but men, completely naked. It was weird being there on a day pass. It wasn't packed and I struck up a conversation with a guy in the pool. Well, conversation may be a bit inaccurate. We talked as the lead in to making out in the pool. One of those conversations in a pool between naked men where one of them, in this case me, puts their hand high up on the thign and then on the inner thigh. When they don't back you off, it's groping and then making out. That kind of conversation. Happens all the time.
He was from a gay mecca, let's say Provincetown, that I've never been to. He's staying in KW with friends. I remember even waving at them as they sat at a table, I'm certain they were being catty about their friend macking in the pool. I always figure it to be jealousy. I would have fucked him, and even hinted at going to the video lounge and doing the deed but that didn't happen. I told him that I was staying at New Orleans House, even told him my room number, and that I was planning to go to the Purgatory Party that night. I think I was pretty unsubtle about my interest in fucking right then, as in 'let's go upstairs and do it' but he didn't follow me for whatever reason. I left, went to the video lounge and sucked some dick and headed back to New Orleans House, catching dinner at Cafe Marquesas (recommend the gazpacho. Excellent).
So, now it's later. I'm staying at IH now, in a room that I'm not super happy with, 109, on the corner leading from the cafe to the front desk. Higher traffic. 217 just above would have been perfect. I was headed back there, a bit buzzed and there was the guy. At first I didn't recognize him when he spoke but it came back quick.
"where were you at the party? I looked for you" he said
I shrugged. "I was there"
True but not true. I had bailed when it was clear I wasn't getting laid and went back to my room before midnight to sleep. It had been a long day, beginning at 5 am and drive to the airport and I was tired and horny, had a rocking fetish oufit of assless chaps, a leather jock and a leather shirt. I even had to go down to Duval Street and make the block to go in the garden entrance (or through Bourbon Street pub, which is probably what I should hve done) because the short cut was locked. I thought I was fucking hot and got absolutely no fucking interest. So I went to bed despite the hubbub in the bar below me and the music from the street party. I had given him my room number but it really didn't do any good because whether he could have gotten up the front stairs was hit or miss (and should have been miss because the door was supposed to be locked). Anyway.
"I looked for you"
"Here now"
"I'm leaving" he said
And being a whiny bitch too, I thought. "Driving or flying?"
"Driving"
I smiled. "Well, then you got time, don't you? My room is right down there"
We walk in the room. The AC is on, porn is playing. He is in light blue shorts and a matching golf shirt. I am naked with a towel that I toss on the floor.
"I gotta piss" I announce. "Take it off"
I drain the main vein and he is undressing. I push him on the bed. I pull off his shorts and underwear and he sits up and gets the shirt. He is not hard but it is trying to stir to life. I spread his legs and get between them. I suck his balls but then get his dick in my mouth to suck it hard.
He wants to kiss. Okay. We can do that but this is a fuck, not love making. One fuck to go kind of thing. I kiss him but I keep a hand on his junk and he stirs to life. I suck it some more.
He's a bottom. I am sure of it. Now that he is hard, he can take care of himself. After all, what he wants, what he lusts after is to do me. Suck me. Get fucked by me. It's flattering but I'm not dwelling on the flattery. I squat on his chest, my knees straddling his torso and put my dick in his face. He opens up and takes me down. I reach back and he is still hard. I am certain I am right and I am certain that he doesn't want to drink cum but shit it out. He wants to get fucked. He wants to be used.
The blow job is good. He's been around a dick before. I'm horny enough now, though, thanks. Question is, rim him or not. I don't know if he's cleaned out or not, probably not since he was planning on going, unless he came in one last hope of finding me. Whatever, I scoot down and push his legs forward. I get my tongue in there. Eat some ass.
He moans. This is what he had hoped for. Well, maybe slower and nicer but fast, dirty and pig sex works too. I rim him and he stays hard. I reach for the lube. It's cold but it'll heat up.
"It's a fucking shame you have to drive because you are going to have trouble sitting after this."
"Fuck me" he says in a whisper.
In I go. All the way. He's a bottom. He's been a bottom. Probably always. I can rail on this ass. I reach down, take his hard dick in my hand and I stroke him as I fuck him
"Fuck me with that big dick"
"This what you wanted? You wanted to get fucked?"
"Yeah, fuck me"
Well, fuck. I do. Bareback. Skin on skin. He's loose. What I imagine from my limited experience to be what fucking pussy might be like, But, clearly you can get off fucking pussy. The results speak for themselves. ANd I can cum in his ass.
So, here is a fundamental problem with these sex fueled weeks: I will sometimes have trouble cumming after I have been busy for a few days. It'll be slow to cum. THe sensation is great. I'll even have dry orgasms. This time, it just took a while. LIke I say, it felt good but he is going to have to endure getting fucked for a while.
He's verbal at first. Fuck me. Fuck me with that big dick. I want that big dick. The things you say when you are having sex. I'm mean at first. But he trails off as I fuck him and fuck him and fuck him. He isn't verbal. He moans, he groans. Then he whimpers. I stop stroking him. He'll cum and I'll be frustrated. He's still hard and his dick is flopping but he is panting like he is crying.
'Oh God, oh GOd, oh God" he repeats endlessly in a clipped mantra.
"Ain't no fucking God" I say.
"Oh God, oh fuck, ohhh, oohhh" It becomes guttural.
Then it begins to happen. I feel it. I begin to moan and pant and screw my face up. The pleasure of it is overwhelming, incredibly intense as the pressure builds. I have trouble breathing. I look down and his torso is covered in cum. He shot just from getting fucked and I missed it. But the sight of his spunk sends me over the edge.
"OHhh fucucckk" I cry out, emptying myself in him.
One last piston stroke and I stop, my dick quivering as I unload. I pull out and then get down there, pushing his legs up and get in to his hole, sucking my jizz out of his ass. I get a bit, acrid and salty and I let his legs up and then clean the cum up off his torso with my tongue.
He decides he needs to shower before leaving and I have a private shower room so he washes off. I am laying on the bed as he does, watching two hot black guys fuck on the TV, stroking myself. He gets out and dries off and dresses.
"You horny again?"
"Always" I say
He comes over and kisses me, strokes my dick a couple of time. "Thanks"
"Have a safe trip" I say.
When he leaves I head back to the pool. Maybe I'll get laid.