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.
FIVE
FRIENDS
Island House and Bourbon Street Pub, Key West
It was still light but late afternoon. There were two guys in the pool at Island House and poolside was lonely when I got in the water near the bar.
"You don't have a drink for me?" the blond one says from the other side of the pool.
"Did you want one?" I shot back. "I'm in favor of naked men having alcohol."
"Maybe later" he said, paddling over to where I was. His friend, the black haired one, was following in his wake.
The blond one was named Mark, in his 40's and not bad looking, making his way as non-tenured college English instructor in Fort Lauderdale. He was the one interested in me. The other one, tattooed and black haired and a little younger, would have been my preference but either he wasn't interested in me or laid off for his friend's sake. His name was Kevin and was from New York where he worked as a minor functionary in a major accounting firm. They were not boyfriends or lovers, just friends, having gotten to know each other at sex parties that Kevin used to host professionally. That intrigued me but I never got to find out as much as I really wanted to about it. As is was, Mark was groping me pretty heavily in the pool, which I didn't mind.
I think I actually did buy them a drink but I am not certain. At any rate, I found myself in the small restroom in the breezeway linking the pool to the outdoor jacuzzi, right next to where my room would be the next time I came. We shared a toilet so I could piss and Mark ran his hand through my piss stream. I wondered to myself whether I would be pissing down his throat before the night ended.
We agreed to meet up to go downtown to the gay bars to drink. I picked out a pair of UnderArmour boxer briefs, pink and gray stripped, a pair of green shorts and a black shirt with flip flops. I thought I looked pretty good. They were on the second floor too, tucked way back in a corner in a shared bath room, with a double bed. I came in and laid down as they dressed, chit chatting. Kevin decided to step outside for a cigarette. As soon as he was gone, Mark had my shorts undone and underwear peeled down and my dick in his mouth.
"Well, fuck" I said, holding onto his head as he tongue bathed me, "You know how to get down to business."
It felt good, of course. Blow jobs do. Whenever I need to drop a load, I don't mind the glory hole at the arcade. As long as he knows what he is doing, a mouth is a mouth. And I am not picky. I would have rather Kevin but I got Mark and it appears I will be getting laid as much as I want tonight. Maybe I will still get Kevin, separately or together, who knows? When he came back, he seemed eager to get downtown and so we quit.
There aren't that many gay bars in Key West, not really when you consider it a gay heaven, but the Bourbon Street Pub is the best known. The cab stopped in the street and we piled out and into the dark bar, too early for the go go boys dancing. I got a vodka and cranberry juice, served in a plastic cup, and chatted with Mark some more, and Kevin too. After a while a trio of straight couples came in, tourists so they can say they went to a gay bar on vacation. We headed out to the garden bar in the back, male only. That, in case you were wondering, is the true gay bar. The front is for tourists, I think; for straight woman and their reluctant partners to be able to say that they have been in a gay bar. The boys may dance in the front, and that's nice because half naked young men in Andrew Christian underwear occassionally pulling on their junk is not be dismissed, but the back is where the fags are.
Mark took me up to the balcony overlooking the garden bar. there being a warning sign at the top of the stair case that it was clothing optional up there. Obviously, that didn't bother me. I remarked that I had seen a porno, Key West Cum, filmed from that balcony, where the hero sucked off two guys. Actually, I was wrong about it: it was filmed at the Equator Resort, not here. My bad. There was another staircase and an upper balcony.
Up there, on the far side of the cupola, was a boy, lean and flat bellied, masturbating in the warm night air. I know I wasn't embarassed by it. I think boys should masturbate, masturbate often and fuck more. Otherwise, what is the point of being young? I thought it thrilling but we left him to it. Instead, we went to the near side, and I settled into a chaise longue. Mark was on top of me, kissing me. I don't think my clothes came off in stages. I think I had clothes on and then was in my underwear, hard as a rock. Mark kept his clothes on, at least then. Soon, the underwear off too. So here I am now, nearly naked under the stars, making out with a guy, not sure if this is allowed or not but unconcerned about being caught. In fact, that is a turn on.
Then I was naked. Mark is giving me head.
"I like that" I tell him. "That's good"
No teeth, warmth mouth, just the right amount of tongue and one hand jacking the base of my dick. It was wonderful. The commotion brought the twink over. I look over and he is in the chair next to me, watching us and stroking himself. I smile to myself. I figure he will join in shortly, in a minute or two. I know I don't mind pleasuring him. For the moment, I just lean back and enjoy my hummer, every nerve ending firing in pure pleasure. Then the twink proves me right. He is standing next to my head, his hard on nearly in my face. I open up and take him in.
A plane flies overhead to land at the airport. I almost laugh at the absurdity of it. I am in a three way on the rooftop of a gay bar on Duval Street while a plane makes it's final approach. The innocent passengers can't see anything but what if they could? I would love to give the twink's dick the tongue bath it deserves, and he is hung well enough mind you, but I am limited in my movements. I am doing the best I can. The twink face fucks me. He wants it. I don't how long he has been up here stroking off but he is one horny motherfucker. At the same time, Mark is doing a number on my dick and it feels great. I gag some as the twink rams it down my throat.
Some people come up and watch us for a couple of minutes before turning to leave. There were three of them and I guess they got a show. We were alone again when the twink really started to go to town, really face fucking me. His dick twitched and balls tightened and then he unloaded in my mouth. I swallowed it all. That's another thing, I like the taste of semen. Weird, I know. I once had some jizz at a sex club in Atlanta that tasted like honey. I can't imagine the diet that gives sweet splooge.
Alone, Mark and I just kind of petered out. I didn't cum, although I did enjoy it. I dressed and we decided we needed to find Kevin. He wasn't in the garden bar or the front bar or the bathroom. We went across the street to the drag bar and he wasn't there either and the drag show was waiting to start. Next door is Saloon One, a leather dive bar, the gayest of all. He was there, drinking straight bourbon and pissed that we had left him alone. Well, he was pissed at Mark for ditching him just to get some dick. We apologized and made nice, got a drink and then went down to Aqua. Kevin sang karaoke and I got drunk. As i got drunk, I got horny. I've been fucking around for hours and I haven't had a single orgasm. Something had to give.
I was all over Mark in the cab ride back. "I need to piss and I am going to piss down your throat and then I am going to fuck the living shit out of you" I whispered in his ear.
"Okay" Mark said
"Damn" Kevin said. He heard it too. The cabbie might have too. I guess I wasn't really whispering
"You can join in if you want"
"No," Kevin said. "Have fun, though"
My room is narrow and small, with a double bed. But it has a bathroom and shower, not that I use the shower there because I go to the shower in the gym instead. Better to be naked in public, you know. But now I am in the shower, pissing on him. I've been needing to piss for a while and there is a lot of it. He is naked, catching my water in his hands before sinking to his knees and opening his mouth to drink my piss. He is hard, too. Turned on. He gets enough but I am still pissing, showering him with it, soaking his whole body.
The room is very small, a couple of steps from the shower to the bed. I towel each of us off and then shove him on the bed. We make out for a while, our naked bodies entertwined but I am still a bit drunk and and very horny.
"Let's fuck" I tell him.
I mount him doggy style. Bareback. Not gentle, not sweet, not romantic. He is hard and I am hard. I just ram it in.
"Fuck" he cries. It hurt. He wanted it and I think he likes men that are hung and nasty but it was painful.
This will be the one time I ever fuck him. He leaves in the morning. I would have done him and Kevin together but that wasn't to be. So I try to fuck him good. Plenty of wiggle, plenty of motion. My skin against his feels great but I want him to feel me inside of him too.
"Oh, fuck, that feels good" Mark says, arching his back up and burying his face in the pillow.
I am an animal. No rational thought. It feels good and I want to fuck. I slam it in him. He moans and I slam it again. God, that feels good. My dick is fucking throbbing as I fuck him. His dick is hard too and Mark is stroking it.
"You want that?" I ask as I slide in and out
"Oh, fuck yeah" Mark answers.
I smile. I am giving it to him whether he wants it or not. But he is bouncing back against my dick as I shove it forward. He wants it. I want to give it. Then I feel my balls begin to scrunch up. I feel the pressure building. The pressure and the pleasure. It feels fucking awesome. I know I am close but I don't care. I wish it would last forever like this, at this intensity, but it won't. Not even for long. Then it comes to the point of no return. Just hang on and fuck. Harder and harder. Then, grunting and trying to find my breath, I feel it build to a peak. It's either die or cum.
I fill his ass with my hot splooge, five big spurts.
Satisfied, I send him on his way. Back to his friend. They leave tomorrow and I will never see either of them. It doesn't matter. We were friends for a night. I got what I wanted and he got what he wanted. It turned out all right; he had a hot willing hole and wanted to be fucked. Who says the other would have been better. He wanted me and I wanted it. I think he must have came while fucking him. There was a wet spot right in the center of the bed. I'm glad he got off.