TRUE SEXUAL ADVENTURES
By
Jesse P Gibson
DISCLAIMER: 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. Otherwise, I hope you get off to this.
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FORTY-TWO
Blowjob Compliment
Oz Campground, Unadilla Ga
I was on my way back to ATL from VLD on a Friday and I had time and it was summer so I headed over. A little bit of skinny dipping and a run through the Sugar Shack and, if nothing is happening. maybe a drink at their little gay bar that opens on the weekend. I pay the money, get the code and come in. The red clay is bone dry from the lack of rain and the campground is not super busy. I lay out by the pool, reading the last bit of a John LeCarre novel that I didn't finish on my trip to KW. There waas a really good looking black guy also by the pool and I tried to make contact but he wasn't interested. He ended up at a table talking with another black guy. I swam a bit, had two Jack's and Coke's and decided that absolutely had to be my limit as I did have to drive. Plus, I needed a little time from the last drink the car cranking. So, to the Sugar Shack it would be.
It was still light and I had low expectations. When I got there, I was not surprised. Nobody was there. There are two monitors playng porn -- different porn for each -- om a monitor in the entry way and one in the back in an open group area. I had swum naked but then dressed in my bathing suit to come over. As I was walking to my car to ditch most of my stuff, a guy passed me by and said "hey, sexy" That made me feel good. But I was alone there. The porn in back wasn't as good as the porn in front. Besides, sittong on the bench in front masturbating would be a definite tip off to whoever comes in.
For whatever reason, after a while, I got up and decided to make another move around even though I knew exactly what was there. Just as I headed back to the front, I saw a guy going up the stair to put is dick through the standnig glory hole. Glory holes are more anonymous than I generally like but whatever. I like sucking dick and tryly anonymous, random sex is a nice break. I get up to it and take his dick in my mouth. He's soft but that won't take long. Some suction, some friction from the tongue working on it and it will come to life. And it does. And it is cool. Im hard, stroking myself, sucking off this guy I have only seen a flash of as he passed.
The feel of a hard dick in my mouth is cool. I like it. Amf I think I am doing a good job polishing the pole as I do. He's not ramming it in my throat, which I appreciate, but the problem with glory holes is that it is hard to gauge how the other person is responding to what you are doing. But I loved on it, sliding my lips up and down, back and forth, using my tognue to rub around on it. I know I was hard. Hard and jacking it. I was turned on.
There is motion behind me. I turn and look, stroking my guy as I did. It is a guy in red shorts and red shirt walking toward the back. I figure he;ll come back around. He's clothed and I am naked. I have dick staring me in the face. So I go back to that. What queer wouldn't? I suck it some more but there is more motion behind me. With that, chasing the shiny penny, I break from my guy and I leave to take a quick spin around the place. In the front is a fairly fat guy with a beard and I head back toward the open area and there is another guy, also naked with a cock ring on but older, trying to get his dick to work watching the porn. I round the other hallway and there is the guy in the red shorts and he's not bad looking. I make eye contact with as I pass him in the hallway. I linger for a moment to give him a chance but he doesn't take it.
So, I don't get that. You're in a sexual play space. There is a naked man in fornt of you. You are staring back but you don't make a move. It's stupid. But whatever. I head back to the front. I decide I don't really want to do the glory hole thing anymore. There is porn on the monttor next to the front door and two men watching it. A heavy set guy is still clothed and he ignores me as I stand there buck naked, pulling on my hard dick, watching a gay fuck flick. The other guy is older than me but not in bad shape. He is sthirtless and wearing old fashioned baketball shorts. He has his hands rammed dwon his pants. He looks over at me. I nod toward the back and turn that way. Either he follows or not.
He follows.
I go to the nearest stall and satt on the bench. He gets in front of me. I have to pull down his shorts to get at his dick and it's not hard, not exactly. Not flaccid but not steel hard either. But I still want it. NIce big balls. I take it in my mouth, letting my tongue do its work. Nice funky smell. He;s not my perfect man but I'm horny and I like sucking dick and why the fuck not? I'm sure he likes getting his dick sucked. Seems too. He gets hard in my mouth.
"Oh yeah that's good" he says.
He won't just be naked, which I am, and I'm a little bit constricted in getting after his dick and halls and taint. He's getting less of a blow job that he could but he doesn't seem to mind that much. Personally, I think sex is better naked. i go all the way down. Slowly off his dick, running my togue roughly on the piss vein as I do. He moans. I suck on the head, flicking at his frenulum with my tongue. He shudders a bit.
"Oh yeah, you've done this before" he says.
Oh, yeah, Kinda. I was 11 the first time I ever sucked a dick. I fucked ass at 13 and took it in the ass at 16. I love dick. I love it. Can't get enough. Licking them, holding them, sucking them, stroking them. I'm definitely after dick. So, yeah, I've sucked dick before. Once or twice. Still, I'm glad he's enjoying it. I go for his balls, stroking his hard shaft. I take one in and suck and rub it. He lets me but I sense that is not his gig. I've long since learned that men are different and like different things. He wants his dick sucked. But I'm still going to tug on those balls. I used my finger to push up hard on his prostate from the outside, give it a good hard rub. It's the male G spot.
"Goddamn you're good"
Cool. Mikey likes it. All the way down. Deep throat. All the way back and down again. Anybody that walks by could see us but I don;'t care. I like an audience. I'd suck two dicks. I don;'t care. I'm greedy.
"Fuck man, this is a fucking blow job"
He's not face fucking me, which I am cool with. I'd love to have him on a bed so that I could get in there and really muzzle his crotch, lick and suck at all the pleasure points. Really go to town. But I can blow him pretty good here like this. Take it all the way down. I hard as a rock and my hand is greased up, stroking.
'You jacking off?" he asks. I can't answer I have a mouthful of dick. "Wow. You like this, huh?"
Yeah. I'm a fag. I get off sucking dick. Yeah, I find it exciting. This is a gay campground. Surely you knew that you would run into gay men here. But I keep sucking and tugging on his balls and I keep stroking myself because my pleasure is important. I'd reach up and put a finger in his ass but he doesn't sttrike me as that kind of guy.
"Fuck you got a hot mouth. I'm going to cream in that hot mouth"
Shoot your load, dude. I love cum.
"Goddamn, you know how to suck a man" he says
I'm a cock sucking queer, dude. This is what we do.
"You like this big dick, dontcha?"
I'm not like a woman making a sacrifice by blowing her man, just because he likes it. I'm getting off doing it. I want to suck. I love sucking dick. Shoot your goddamn fucking load in my mouth.
"I'm going to cum!" he says, trying to pull his dick out of his motuh. I put my hands on his ass and hold him there.
He unloads in my mouth, a thick wad of salty hot cream. I swallow it doen.
"Goddamn. You swallowed it" he said
I wipe my mouth. "You haven't been with many men, huh?"
"I'm married. To a woman."
"Too bad" I said. "Men are better"
The heavyset guy was still in the front, still dressed, still looking at porn, still not stroking it. I jack off a little in the vestibule where he is, hoping he will take a hint and come over and get on his knees but he doesn't. I go outside and crank out a load on the little porch of the Sugar Shack, blowing my load off the side in the underbrush. I go inside and grab my swimsuit and leave.
FORTY THREE
Latin Boy
Club Orlando, Orlando Fl
NOTE: I posted this seperately a couple of years ago when I was in a relationship and before startting this series but ti belongs here
The quarrel started because I had a family reunion of my mother's extended family. I decided not to bring Mark because it was going to be full to the brim with rednecks, intolerant evangelicals and Trump voters in every direction. I just didn't want to deal with the bullshit and blowback from bringing a boyfriend, especially since he is black and who knows how many Klansmen there were going to be there. I was surprised I got invited. I only went to make my mother happy. Mark thought that it was because I was ashamed of him. Actually, I am ashamed of my relatives. So we fought about it. We don't fight enough probably so it got loud and mean. But in the end, we settled it. He works every other week in Orlando, so I drive down every other Friday to spend the weekend with him. I can say this, make up sex is the best sex of all, hot and passionate.
On Sunday, I had trouble getting myself up after he left for work. My usual practice was to go to Club Orlando, having a membership, renting a locker and working out there in the gym. Afterwards, take a swim naked and see what kind of trouble I can get into before driving back. This Sunday, I was kind of fucked out. Part of me just wanted to wallow in the bed for a while but I forced myself up.
It is a bit weird working out in a gym where there are monitors playing gay porn. It's nice but weird. I'm not complaining either. I like dick. I like it alot. Fortunately, Mark and I have an honest relationship where we recognize that we are both pigs and like to fuck. That is why he and I have memberships here. I am pretty sure he blows off some steam here while I am back home during the week. Actually the place in general was busier than usual on a Sunday morning, more cars in the parking lot at least but I had the gym to myself. Nobody was working out. They must be trying to get some weekend morning dick. Out the window, by the side of the pool, a muscular brown skinned boy paraded by completely naked and hung. That got my interest. I worked out for an hour, got sweaty, felt good before heading out. In the locker room, I ditched my Ipod while an older man, in good shape, disrobed. I ditched my shorts too.
I like being naked. I always have. I'm in my early 50's but I don't think people in a bathhouse look at me and think that I should put clothes on. I'm not ripped like I was in my teens and twenties but I am not fat and, obviously, I work out. It's August and its hot and the water of the pool feels good against my bare skin. I do laps and am breathing heavy but enjoying it. I don't know at this point that I actually am horny except that I am male and healthy, thus always baseline horny. Grabbing up my towel, I dry off some and head inside. Just past the open shower area is the porn theatre. I round the corner and see a fit guy in his late twenties with a tribal tattoo along his flank sitting there watching the banks of screens showing all the selection of porn while a young bearded man sucks his dick. Both boys are good looking. I settle in next to them to watch. I doubt they are much interested in me but if you are getting a blow job here, you can't object to a dirty old man watching you.
"You like that dick, huh" the hunk says to his fellator. The fellator grunts but keeps going.
"Looks like he enjoys it. He good at it?" I ask
"Fuck yeah"
A couple of guys drift in, watch for a minute and leave. I am hard now, actually warmed up and ready for some action of my own. Mark isn't going to mind. He expects it. I head back to the dark area behind the porn theatre. I step into the ink black area cautiously. I am aware of movement at the far end but can't really see.I think there may be someone there but I am not sure. I head out instead.
"Come in" a voice in the far dim reaches says.
I do.
When I can get close, I see that he is short and stocky. I'd seen him before, as he watched the two boys from down on the main floor. I wasn't attracted to him but I wouldn't turn down a blow job. He reaches out and takes my hard dick in his hand. I put my hand on his shoulder to urge him downward. He gets the hint and sinks to his knees. I feel the roughness of his tongue on my piss vein and warmth of his mouth surrounding my prick. I love getting blown. Who doesn't? He might not be a guy I really wanted to hook up with but these kind are often the best cocksuckers: willing, enthusiastic, even grateful. It feels good, it always does. Well, if the guy knows what he is doing that is. This guy does. He is stroking me a little but mostly using his lips and tongue to make me feel good.
There is another person there, off to my left, watching.
I motion him toward us. He is younger, late 20's maybe, fit with the de rigeur tattooes. He is hard, his dick sticking straight out. He comes up next to me. I reach down for his pole. I saw him earlier too. He 's fine. His lean, muscular body is next to mine. The guy on his knees goes from servicing my cock to his. I stroke myself to keep the blood up. Hesitantly, i lean over and put my face to his. He kisses me. Both of us have a couple of days of scruff, which is perfect. I like that little bit of scratching that comes from a man's beard. I am queer and I like kissing men. Then my dick is wet again too. Fuck, this is sweet. I reach down and take the fit guys nipple in my mouth, sucking on it and then nibbling between my teeth. I jack him even as I get sucked.
He wants to kiss.
The guy on his knees is going from one to the other. He asks nothing in return for the pleasure he is giving. He just wants to worship our cocks. I put my hand on the fit guys firm round ass. I would love to put a finger in his ass. I would love to do more than that but don't think I will be able to. We kiss and it feels good and we get sucked and that feels good.
It's decision time, though. Do I stay here until I climax or do I leave this behind in search of the next encounter. I have, in a span of less than 36 hours, had sex 4 times. This would be number 5. Let's face it, at this age, I will cum once here and that will be it. It'll take hours to recharge. So, the blowjob is good and one of the guys in the threesome is a hunk but I am going after new conquests. The fit guy has made another decision. He is been playing longer, I guess and he is close. I stick around for a while longer, kissing him and pawing at his ass as he gets sucked. His breathing is ragged and he is enjoying it, his hips bucking back and to into the guys mouth.
Then, nothing. He stops. He came. He picks up his towel and moves off. I do the same.
I wrap the towel around my waist and leave. As I walk out of the theatre, the Latin boy passes me by. Damn, he's hot. My height, tall but not giant, flat bellied and brown skinned, young, with jet black hair, a goatee and almond eyes. Fuck. He looks at me briefly as we pass. It's a shame. He looks at me and sees someone old enough to be his father. I look at him and think that it wasn't so long ago that I could have gotten him. Oh well, time moves on and I am not suffering for lack of sex. I make a quick pass around the video rooms, to see if anybody has their door open and laying with the ass in the air. No one does. So, it's on to the Man Cave. I cross paths with the latin boy again, me going out and him coming in. Again, nothing.
I make the loop in the Man Cave. There isn't much happening. On a bench, right up front by the entrance is a black guy on one end of the bench and a white guy on the other. They are both naked. The white guy is jacking himself but the black guy isn't. I am definitely attracted to the black guy. Muscular, a bit of facial hair and the color of dark chocolate. He is fine. I go and sit down next to him, opening up my towel, freeing up my hard cock. I have pretty good size and men usually go for it but he doesn't react. I stroke it some, to let him know I am interested. I am staring at him. He isn't moving but he isn't leaving either.
I put my hand on his thigh. He doesn't stop me.
What I want is that dick. He isn't horse hung like some black men but he has a pretty tool, not hard though. Looking at his eyes, I slowly reach for his crotch. He doesn't stop me there either.
"I might not get hard," he says. "I just came"
A challenge. I think I can make a man hard. If he's queer that is. I stroke him gently, playing with the circumcised head of his penis. Again, he isn't stopping me. I will just have to say that I love black dick. Brown dick too. Well, white dick too but I am attracted to masculine, fit, black men. I am like a moth to the flame. This one is watching me as I paw all over him. I am stiff just touching him. He stiffens too, slowly but definitely. He reaches over and strokes me.
I am just about to suck him when he stands up. "Wait here, I'll be right back"
I don't know what to make of that. He need to piss? wants to get a condom? Just wants to leave?
Well, I am horny and attracted to him, so unbelievably I wait for him. I try to estimate in my mind what an appropriate time interval would be as I look down at the far end of this half of the man cave. While I am waiting, Latin Boy comes into the mancave, looks in my direction and goes to other side. I am a bit disappointed because the boy is hot. Feeling a bit self conscious, I look around. There is a man there, white and my age, masturbating himself, watching one of the monitors tucked up into a corner showing porn. When I decide the black guy isn't coming back, I gather my towel and head down there.
I don't ask permission or play coy. I get in front of him, grab his cock, sink to my knees and open up my mouth. I take him all the way in. He has a cock ring on and bloated balls. I slide my face up and down on his shaft, take it out and lick it. Then I put his balls in my mouth.
"Oh yeah," he moans, "Play with my balls"
Okay. If you like it, I'll do it. I don't really have limits. But his hard dick needs attention too. So I give it. I have literally been sucking dick since I was a preteen and I am good at it. To really suck dick, you gotta just love dick. I love dick. I use the tongue and I use the hand and I use my lips and he is fucking loving it.
"Fuck" he says.
People drift through and past as we go at it. You have to go through our room to make the circuit. I am aware that they stop and watch a while but I don't look up to see who or how long. I don't care if they watch. It's fine with me. We are all men and we are all queer. If you want privacy, this is the wrong place to do it. An older man comes and joins us. He takes over the sucking duties from me. I stand up and kiss my new lover, playing with his nipples. After a while, he makes me stand on the cushioned bench so he can suck me.
He has some skill himself. This goes on for a while. I find myself back on my knees, competing with the older man to have the dick in my mouth. When I lose the pole, I go for the balls. He really responds to that. This guy really likes his balls played with. While we are jointly sucking, I reach over for the older mans crotch. He is soft. I stroke him. He stays soft. It sucks. I know it'll be me one day and that depresses me but not today. Today, I am hard as steel and ready to go. The man we are sucking is hard too. I bob my mouth up and down on his dick.
Soon my jaw is sore and I plead for a break. I put my towel back around my waist, my erection sticking straight out and go around back the other way. In the room next door, there is nothing. The space beyond is different. There is black guy in the sling, naked and hard, about to be fucked by a fit and lean white guy. They seem to know each other, maybe lovers but maybe friends. Anyway, it is bareback. There are a half dozen guys watching. Again, if you are fucking here, you can't complain about the audience. Over there, though, watching is Latin Boy. He has his towel around his waist and I am yet to see him naked. I figure I will never actually get to touch it but I want to encourage him to show it. I drop my towel and pull on my dick as we watch the black guy get sodomized.
Nothing. Latin Boy doesn't respond. He doesn't feel himself or anything. Damn.
Well, I am horny and I want some action myself and not just watch. I put my towel on and head out. I head back for the porn theatre area. No one is in there right then. I spread out my towel on the higher tier of bench and begin to stroke myself. I don't mind masturbation. I started when I was 11 and my right hand (since the internet, the left) has been a loyal friend. I enjoy all forms of sexuality, well gay sexuality. Whacking one off isn't a problem.
Despite that, I find myself back in the mancave soon after. As luck would have it, I don't go directly back to where I was but I cruise around, naked and hard. Latin boy passes me by, takes a look but doesn't stop. I make my way back to where I was and the older guy is still there, sucking off my friend. Again, I don't ask permission or play coy. I just jump back in. After all, the morning is burning along.
"You have a nice dick" the man says
Well, actually I do. "Suck it" I say
"You wanna fuck me with it?"
"Sure"
He is leaving the older man behind. In the brutal world of anonymous bathhouse sex, he has served his purpose and the action has moved on. If he didn't get off, that's his fault. We go into one of the stalls and close the door. It's a tight fit. I have lube that i have been carrying around with me. I slather a generous portion on my stiff prick and hand him the bottle. He greases up some and hands the bottle back to me. I pour some more and ram a finger in his ass.
"Wow. You're tight" I say
"It's been a while" he says.
It must have. I know that if I can get it past the sphincter, it is going to feel really good. He leans over to touc h his toes. I grab my prick to guide it and I mount him up like an animal. My dick slides past his sphincter and up into his ass chute. He groans loudly. I slide all the way in and then just wait, to let him get used to it. Then I wiggle a bit and slide slowly back out. Well, it feels pretty fine. Raw skin on raw skin in a hole that was tight as fuck. Then slowly back in. I fuck him slowly at first.
It's weird, fucking here. I am barebacking a man I don't know in a space of a small closet on a Sunday morning. That's not the kind of thing respectable people do. Fuck respectable. I have my hard dick in a tight ass and neither of use expect anything more than to get off. And I am going to fucking get off. I am still fucking him slowly, slowly and slowly back out. Slow but deep. He lets me know that he wants it faster when he begins to bang back onto my dick. I fuck him a little faster, a little harder. Then a bit more.
"That what you want?" I say. "Want to get fucked hard"
He doesn't answer. He grunts. Good enough.
I am fucking him harder now and it feels really good. Wonderful. There is nothing quite like a tight ass. I am beginning to get sweaty. I am beginning to really enjoy it though. I've found my rhythm. You can hear the sound of us fucking, the sound of my hip hitting his ass. You can hear him moan. Fuck, the thing would have made it perfect is if we had an audience. But he wanted this little bit of privacy. It's silly really.
"Goddamn," I cry out, slapping his ass. "you have a hot ass"
"Fuck me with that big dick"
If you say so. I pound on it. The sweat is building up and I feel almost claustrophobic. My whole attention is on his ass. I am focused on plundering it. I am fucking him hard, like a machine. Boom. In and out. Flesh slapping against flesh. One man's moans have turned to whimpers and the other man is grunting. Boom, Bomm. Boom. It echoes in our little stall. He is bucking, trying to get me deeper. I am fucking him as hard as I can. Now, harder and faster. It feels good, wonderful, intense. I am enjoying the shit out of this. Boom, Boom. Boom. Harder and harder.
"God fucking damn" I grunt.
I can't go on. It's building. The pleasure is growing. I am fucking him as hard as I can now. I am going to unload in his ass no matter what. I pound it. He whimpers a bit. It makes me fuck him harder. Goddamn. It's good. I can't control. I feel it about the explode, growing and growing. I feel like Superman.
"Oh God" I cry out. My dick twitches and I unload. "Oh, that's good"
My dick is exquisitely sensitive now. Too sensitive. I pull out of him. I reach down, grab the lube and my towel.
"Thanks" I say
"Thank you" he replies.
It's a long drive back home and I spent an hour working out and an hour on sex. Time to shower and go, get some breakfast and hit the road. The shower area is open right there in the hallway with a half wall. Only at the far end is there anything approaching privacy and then not really. I don't care. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I get under the overhead shower and let the hot water flow over me. Just then, as I turn around to face the hall, Latin Boy, still draped in his towel walks past headed to the sauna.
Damn, I think, that's a shame. I would have happily have done him but he didn't show any interest. I shower off, dry and head down the hallway past the porn theatre back to the locker room to dress. I am right at the check out area, across from the HIV posters when Latin Boy comes rushing up.
"I was trying to get your attention and get you to come with me but I guess I was too subtle" he says.
You could have pushed me over with a feather. I have been semi stalking this kid all morning and he hasn't shown the least bit of desire but it turns out that he was actually cruising me? Damn, that was subtle. I would have happily have done whatever he wanted 20 minutes ago. But I am 51 years old. I came twice last night and once this morning. I am probably done for the day. When I was 20, that was a different story. I want to break it to him easily.
"I don't know, man, I just came"
"Come with me" he says. He is insistent.
If nothing else I can try. He is hot and I am queer. I am not turning down a hot trick. He leads me back to the sauna. Inside, off comes the towel. He's fine. He really is. Lean, flat belly and handsome. And then, down there, a nice full bush of black hair and a stiff, thick, long tool sticking straight out. The boy has a very nice dick. He's been shy all morning but now he is aggressive. His body is pressed up close against mine, muscle against muscle. He kisses me hard and passionately. I am just trying to keep up. His hands are all over me and mine him. His hard dick is pressed against me.
"Damn, I wish we had done this sooner" I said
"I got time" he answers
He's young and he misses the point. He can get hard whenever he wants. It takes me longer and it isn't as sure a thing. But I feel the twitches coming to life as he kisses me hard. He is hungry. I don't think he has actually done anything with anyone here for the time that I have seen him. So, he is horny. He wants it and he wants it bad. The sight, the smell, the feel of his hunger is turning me on.
I drop to me knees. I take him in my mouth. I gag a little. It's long and thick, a real mouthful. But after nearly 40 years, I have superior cock sucking skills. I can get a man off with my mouth. I make love to his dick, worship it. It's not hard to do. It's veiny and the tip emerging from his foreskin is cherry red. I slide it totally into my mouth and slowly easy back all the way to the tip. I nibble on the foreskin and then slide my tongue on the inside of the foreskin, all around the head. Then slowly back down, taunting him.
That's a mistake.
He grabs my head as I pull back slowly and shoves me back down on his prick hard. Then he face fucks me. He is pumping my throat so hard that I am gagging, trying to just keep up. After a few minutes, I pull off and stroke him hard and fast. He lifts me up and pushes me back onto the benches. He gets between my legs. I am getting hard slowly. His mouth encourages me on. He has some skill too. Soon I am as hard as a rock.
Looking up, he says, "Are you a top or a bottom?"
"A top usually," I say. "But you can fuck me if you want"
That seemed to make him happy. "You got a room?" he asked me
"No" I was pretty sure that I wasn't going to get fucked in a sauna. He seemed like he was about to suggest that, so I picked up my precious little bottle of silicone lube and took him by the hand. "Come on."
I admit I wanted him and I wanted him bad. I don't usually bottom and he is big but I still wanted him. After all, you can't really be gay if you don't have your feet in the air at least sometimes. I didn't care much about where, or if we had an audience, as long as that big dick was inside me. We headed out, past the shower, through the door. He protested slightly but the man cave was really our only option. The little alcove room just as you round the corner. At night, it is the dark space. Mark and I have been in their often enough to know. Hell, he's been the guy on the bench getting gang banged. We head in. Latin boy pulls the curtain on that side for a bit of privacy. I don't honestly care but I pull the curtain on the other side. I climb up on the bench, on my hands and knees, my legs wide apart.
Remember to breathe, I tell myself.
"FUUUCK" I cry out as he penetrating. It fucking hurts. Goddamn it fucking hurts. It feels like I am being ripped apart.
He's in all the way. Thank God he stops. I can get used to it.
I feel full down there. God, it feels ... it feels weird. I need to piss. I need to shit. I need to do something. He slides slowly back out. That's better. Then slowly back in.
"Fuck" I moan. I dont need to piss and I don't need to shit. I need to cum.
A little faster. That's better. I am filled up, his prick slides over my prostate and it sends shivers up my spine. Then a little faster, a little harder. Good.
"Oh, yeah, that's it, fuck me baby," I say. "Fuck me"
"Oh, man, this is one tight ass" he says
"Fuck me hard"
He's got a rhythm and each stroke is a little bit of heaven. There is a man in the room with us, watching and stroking himself. I don't give a shit. I'm a man in my fifties being fucked by a young stud. What do I have to be ashamed of? Latin boy either doesn't notice or ignores him. He is draped over me, I feel a bit of the weight of his torso on my back. THe rhythm is good. Just hard enough, just fast enough. It feels great.
"That's it, that's it, that's good. Keep going, keep going" I pant out in time with his thrusts.
There is another man there and watching. I think he wants to play too but I ignore him. Latin boy is speeding up. He's feeling, I know, my tight ass on his swollen prick and he was horned up anyway. I'm feeling it. I'm feeling fine. God fucking damn, I'm feeling good. Pound, pound, pound. I reach down and put my dick in my hands. I am soft but it doesn't take much to harden it up. I am on fire down there.
"You like that fucking dick?" Latin boy snarls.
Like it? I fucking love it. "Fuck me hard"
He does. Oh, fuck. He does. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. I am as hard a rock, stroking myself as he plunders my ass. Goddamn. Pound, pound, pound. I don't care who is around. I don't care if the world is ending, just fuck me. Pound, pound, pound. I am bucking back, trying to get his big dick further in me.
I am breathing ragged. I want more and more and more, faster and harder, just fucking more. God, at this point it is fucking blur. I can't control myself. I think I am going to pass out. I think I might die. Fuck, I don't care, just keep fucking me.
I suck in some air. Off in the distance I hear, "Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum"
Oh fuck no. More. more. He is fucking me super hard. He won't last, not even seconds. Then pow. Now it's done. He pulls out. He slaps me on the ass and climbs down.
I roll over and give myself 4 hard jerks and cum a second time.
I have to shower again and get dressed. It's a long way home. But it's been a hell of a good morning.