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 TWO
A threeway pot party
Island House, Key West
His name was Joe and we met in the pool. I don't know how but we got to talking. He was from Birmingham and I lived there for a few years. I left there and moved to Georgia before he moved the other way. However, he knew a guy from my hometown, an insurance agent. I knew the name but not the guy. They were roommates in school, Vanderbilt I think. Anyway, it was a connection.
I have made out in that pool a bit. I used to be shy about it but got over that. The way I figure it is that we are all male, all gay or bi, mostly naked, and the majority are on the prowl. As far as I am concerned, I have no objection to anybody doing anything they want anywhere on that property in terms of sex. And, as it happens, neither does the staff. You want to fuck on chairs by the pool -- seen it happen. Have a conversation and masturbate a guy while you talk -- yep. Blowjobs in the pool? Check. No problem.
So we made out. He had a beard and I don't. But I like kissing men with facial hair. Reminds me I am kissing a man. We groped. He thought my dick was big enough, which it is generally speaking. He wanted to know if I wanted to go to his room and fuck.
Yes.
He was staying on the bottom floor opposite the outdoor jacuzzi in one of the more expensive rooms (well, more expensive than mine). It was actually cold in there and I shivered as we went in. Of course, we were going to be heating things up pretty soon. I remember that I had a small bottle of Astroglide with me, a good all purpose lube, and I was unclear at that point who was going to be the bottom if we fucked and we might just trade blow jobs. But I guessed him to be a bottom. That was my sense.
"You want me to leave the door open?" he asked. It was a question but it wasn't by his tone of voice. "You like that"
He'd only gotten there that day and couldn't have heard gossip, and Island House is kind of like high school in that there is gossip, and it hasn't been like I've been particularly slutty. But he has me read pretty well. Yeah, leave the door open.
He is on top of me, our bodies together, kissing, hard dicks between us. Gay porn is on the TV. We both have hairy chests. He has a beard and I have stubble. We are both men and not boys. He is on top of me and works his way down.
"I thought you were sexy as hell" he said as he kisses down my torso. It's flattering but I don't have the urge to compliment him back. He is definitely sexy enough and I want to do him but this can get to be more like a romance and less like a nooner quickie.
He sucks my dick. He is good at it. Lots of tongue, stroking, playing wtih my balls. The kind of blow job a man who loves giving blowjobs and has given plenty will give. The kind I give. I get my chance too when Joe comes up and shoves it in my mouth. But I sense that he wants to be fucked and even while he straddles my chest, feeding me his dick, I reach up and begin to play with his hole with an all ready lubed up finger. When he doesn't stop me, I have my answer. I slip it in and find his prostate, massaging it to boost his pleaure from my mouth and tongue.
"Ahhhh" he said, exhaling. "Oh you got to fuck me"
He scoots down and grabs my dick, stiff and hard, and eases it into him. He is not tight as a tick. He's been fucked many times but he is not all stretched out either. His weight is on my crotch and he begins to rock back and two in that motion that always reminds me of a slider rocker. It must get the dick right on his button just right because he is enjoying it.
Here is the thing: I sometimes have trouble cumming. At least when fucking. I can cum when I jack off no problem. But, particularly on the second go around after having all ready cum once, I can have trouble cumming. It's not lack of desire. I want to fuck. I can get hard. I can even have dry orgasms, intense pleasure like a wave and then ebbing off. But my horniness isn't resolved and I won't even lose an erection. Let's be clear that I am not troubled by this. It is what it is and I still love sex. it means that I can literally fuck all night, have multiple orgasms and not shoot until I crank one out with my hand. It usually distresses my partner more than me. This is one of those times. I've cum once all ready wiht the guy on his way out and now I am back in the saddle.
After a while, we stopped. It was great but neither of us came. It's early yet and lots of cruising yet to be done. At some point, we find ourselves back in the pool. My friend Skip is there too and we are all joking and talking. Joe comes over and asks if Skip and I are there together.
"No," I say. "Just friends. Plus he has good pot"
"I was just wondering" Joe said "So you get high?"
"It's vacaton" I said
We make plans to go to Skip's room and smoke (or more accurately vape). I give Joe directions as I gather he needs to smoke a cigarette beforehand. I head on to Skip's room and toss off my towel, looking at the porn while Skip busies around getting the shit together. Then he hands me the thing you vape with.
"Hit the button and suck in" he tells me for the 10th time.
I hold it in and feel the pot hit me before I blow it out. I cough some as I do. So, I am rapidly high. Relaxed, happy, everything a bit more vibrant, everything a bit slower. My mouth turns to cotton and I have only half of a fruity fag drink but I also have no desire to get anything else. Then Joe came in.
"Hey" I say.
"I want some" he says.
We are all on the bed, the three of us. Skip and I are naked, Joe has a jock strap on, not like one of those Bike ones with the pouch for the cup and white but a red and black fashion jock. His ass is open for business. The porn is good and I am stroking myself, lost in the high, looking at it. Skip is baked. Joe is baked and he is laying prone on the bed. He reaches up and kisses Skip and puts his hand on Skips dick, which is medium length and below average girth. There is a difference between him and me, especially in girth.
So, here's how I judge the situation. We could just get high and talk and drink and get high some more. I have done that hundreds of time and it is cool. But this is get high, fuck, and maybe get high some more. And I see very little reason to do the usual, kiss, touch, suck and then fuck. Joe is a bottom. Skip and I are tops. Joe is a true bottom, take them until they come and then take another kind of bottom. That is going to be what happens.
I slathered some lube - KY - on my dick and I get up and go to the end of the end and crawl back on. My body is over Joe's. I grab my dick, angle it and shove it in Joe's ass. I go in hard and rough, bareback of course.
Pot makes me horny. It also makes me concentrate on the pleasure of the act. So my goal is to get off even though I know that having cum once it means that I won't cum again easily and not that Joe is likely to complain about getting his ass plowed. I figure I'll just fuck him. Fuck him as hard as I can.
"Oh, oh yeah, that's it, give me that big dick. Fuck that hole" Joe calls out. "I want you to breed my ass"
I don't even know what he is doing or not doing to skip. They do kiss some. I know that Skip is jacking himself while I fuck Joe but I figure at this point my job is to fuck the bottom and how anyone else gets off is their problem. I appreciate the chronic from Skip but I figure he will get his turn. So I am just banging the shit out of him.
I can only grunt but Joe is verbal. He tells me what he wants and what he wants is more dick. More dick. Harder. Faster. Give me that big dick. Shoot that big load. I am lost in the sensation of my own pleasure, the narrow focus of me. He is a hole and I am plundering it. I fuck him for 15 minutes minimum, maybe 20. A while. Then it begins to grow and it is different from a usual orgasm. The pleasure is the same. It's the urgency. When you are going to blow, there comes a moment when you've lost control. No matter what you do, you will cum. I know i won't. I can feel it. The pleasure is intense. It is growing. It is consuming me. I can barely breath but I won't shoot.
Then, just when I almost can't stand it, it begins to ebb away. I slow down the fucking and then pull out. I collapse on the side of the bed, back to my original position. I am still hard. Joe leans my way and kisses me roughly and passionately. AS he does, Skip takes my place. Joe lifts up and takes it doggy style. In my loopy state I think that it is incredibly cool how Skip mounts him up.
I am hard and still horny and the dry orgasm did nothing to stop that. I am masturbating myself as Skip fucks Joe, as Joe is positioned practically over me. He kisses me as Skip fucks him and reaches down and strokes me too. It's the pot, of course, but it's weird seeing Skip fuck him, hovering right there. I'm glad for him. Spew it in his ass, I figure. I'm alive to the whole world right now and the pure carnal sensation of all of it is both wonderful and intense.
With a grunt. Skip unloads in him. I've never lost my hard on and I am still horny. I have no issues pushing my dick through another man's load and I figure Joe is the sort of bottom that won't object.
"stay where you are" I say
Still splayed apart and his ass up, I get behind him and enter him doggy style. Skip has collapsed on his side of the bed and is toking up again, getting higher. He hands the pipe to Joe who takes it and then to me and I unwisely take it. I'm high as a kite right now and didn't need more but I did. And I did it while fucking. Pretty cool.
"Fuck me" Joe called out. "Fuck me through Skip's load"
I just grunt. Not much to say. I'm railing on his ass.
"You feel his load?"
"Yeah"
"Dump your load in my ass" Joe says.
Well, okay, maybe, Eventually. The first time this happened, I got frustrated and freaked out but not now. It's cool. I'm fucking him hard. I'm grunting and I feel intensely masculine as I tear him up. The sensation from my dick flooding my brain is intense and intensely great. I am enjoying the fucking shit out of this and I truly think I could fuck all night long. As the second dry orgasm peaks and then ebbs away, I fall on the bed, panting on and sweaty. When I do, I'm in a wet spot. Joe's load from getting fucked.
Skip offers me another hit and I decline I'm all ready too high. He's gotten hard again and goes for round two. I scoot over to the center of the bed and Joe proceeds to blow me as Skip fucks him again, licking the ass juice and cum off of my still hard dick. His mouth is great but it isn't going to be enough to make me cum. I can jack a load out but I won't cum from his mouth.
When Skip pulls out, I fuck Joe a third time. We started this a little after 8 and it's now 10 o'clock. Third time up, I fuck him for nearly 30 minutes. I still don't cum. By now, Skip is high and he doesn't kick us out exactly just kind of indicates that he's done for the night. We thank him, take a hit for the road and head out. At this point, it's weird. I'm stoned and got cotton mouth bad. I wouldn't object actually to just getting a coke or something and then going and jacking out the load that doesn't seem to want to come. I left a bit after Joe did and he was sitting there at a table smoking when I came up. I sat down and we chatted briefly but I figured we were done. You have a dynamic and when it changes you are done and on to something else.
"YOu wanna go to the video lounge?" Joe asks. "You need an audience"
He might be right about that. And I am still horny. But I am also way too high for the video lounge.
"I'm just really thirsty" I say. "Let's just go to the bar"
"I'll bet you are but I'm getting load tonight, fucker"
When we get the bar, there are four people in the pool: a couple cuddled up in the water and a pair of boys sitting on the edge in skimpy bathing suits. I lead us through the bar area to one of the chairs, throwing a towel down.
"You want it?"
"Yeah"
"Well..."
He gets on the chair, spreads his legs and I get behind him, mounting him up doggy style and get up on his back so that the people in the pool can see my raw dick invade his ass, like a porn star would. It is goddamn fucking hot. I am incredibly turned on by it. They are behind me and I have no idea if they are watching or not but the bartenders are right there and there are a couple of late night people in the bar and this is pretty fucking public. In the video lounge, you are supposed to have sex. I guarantee you that you have never, ever fucked a guy poolside at a hotel. It is wicked and having people around is cool as shit in my fucked up state.
"Fuck" I say, snarling as I rail on his ass
"Breed me" Joe says in a grunt. "Drop a big fat load"
So I am fucking him hard enough that I worry about the chair not being able to take it. He isn't complaining. He keeps on telling me to fuck him, fuck him harder. I am lost in my own pleasure and barely hear it. Right now, he isn't a person. He's a hole. A hole I am going to use until I can't anymore. A hole that I going to cum in if it kills me.
"Fuck" i barely can strangle the word out. "fuck"
I pound him.
"Breed me, fuck me" Joe chants.
Now it will happen. Now. Very soon. I can't stop it. I won't. It's been hours coming. I have fucked for forever and now the pay off. I nearly pass out as it happens, the world is gray and dim as the waves of sheer ecstasy wash over me in a cascade of pure pleasure, as every nerve ending jolts me with electricity and the muscles contract and spasm on their own. One last push in. And then....
I pull out, spent.
There is a round of applause from the pool. I have to laugh.
The next day, I went snorkeling on the Blu Q and had a great time and when I got back did everything to avoid being around Joe. I did go by the pool and sit in the humid night air briefly before getting in the pool. He was there, with a trio of guys and they were all drunk and I was in the pool as they took turns fucking Joe on the chairs before they retreated to wherever, to a room I suppose and least for a time but they ended up in the video lounge taking turns on him. I watched it there some, stroking it. Joe was bent over and taking it, one after another drunker than a motherfucker. He didn't invite me or tell me not to but I stood up and basically got in line. That time I came easily but I didn't drop it in his ass. I pulled out and cranked out the load on his ass like a porn star. Then I left and I have never seen him again.