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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FIFTY ONE
"Can I sit on it?"
Hank's Bar, Orlando
Even though it was dark, it wasn't that late. Before 7 pm. But it's after "fall back" and before the winter solstice so the dying of the day dies early. I've only ever been here on a weekend afternoon, never a night. This time I am here after dark. They've made some upgrades since I was here last. They've used privacy fencing to make some semi-praivate spaces. The path ourside is dark and there is only the ambient light. Dark is better for cruisng. Let's face it.
I check out the first fenced in area. As I step toward it, a trio of guys come out, all clothed. The smell of pot hangs in the air. What do I care? I certainly have no objection to people getting baked. But if what used to be true is still true, the sleazy area is down past the sharp left turn into the sheltered space at the end.
I am wearing sweat pants. No underwear. Easy access.
There is a lean older guy at the very end with his dick out of his fly stroking it. There is another guy or two standing around, one leaves, the other leaves, somebody else comes. It's motion without action. I guess they are looking the perfect shiny penny. Me? Not so much. There is this guy and he has his dick out. Go for the sure thing I say. I whip mine out and put some lube on my hand, starting to stroke it.
I stroke mine and he strokes his. I'm watching him do it. I guess he's watching me. It's very dark. Guys come and go, see what is happening, stay for a minute or retreat. I step over to where he is at. I reach for his cock. He lets me.
Trust me, I love hard cock. This guy is older. He's lean and fit but older. He is hard enough. Not a raging hard on like a young man but hard enough. I stroke him. He has his pants buttoned and the fly open, his dick sticking out. He's not super hung, maybe a little less than average, perfect fucking size as far as I am converned but I doubt he would get there. He's the boldest of the bunch but he's not as bold as me. I stroke hm and he reaches over and strokes me. I am hard too. Harder than him.
I step into the space at the very tail end, Fenced on three sides and covered. I put my mandatory beer on an disused old counter top and plop my ass in a plastic chair in the corner. I yank down my sweats, liberting my cock and announcing my intention. It takes him a minute and me moving my head to get him to come over. I want him in front of me so that I can go to town on his dick but he stands off to the side and I have to lean around and it's awkward but I am a motivated cock sucker.
I take his dick down. As far as I can. I would play with his balls but they are encased by his clothes and everything would be better if he would undo his pants. I make a few half hearted stabs at unbuttoning them but they stay buttoned. I suck him as best I can under the circumstances. Men come up and watch for a minute and leave. It's stupid. Watch, jack off, join in. We are having sex in public after all.
I suck him and he moans. I don't know his deal but he mostly just stands there as I strain around and is kind of a passive recipent of the blow job. I am hard as a rock and I am using my hand to stroke my own throbbing cock. It goes on for a while. As blowjobs go, it wasn't my best. It might have been the best he's had in a while, I don't know.
I guess he had been stroking himself for a while because with one loud exhale, my mouth filled with his hot cum.
Cool.
I go back for another beer. They want you to buy a drink per hour, which is a reasonable fee for the amount of cruising that can be done. I suck about half of it down. find a hide away table that had a guy sitting at it. We talk for a while. He's out here but he's not cruising. I am. I go back around to the sleaze corner. In the frist of the covered spaces, there is a guy standing against the privacy fence. He's doing what guys do, wating for the cruising opportunity to come to them. I'm nore of a make my own opportunity sort of guy. There is a chair pretty near to where he is standing. . I figure why the fuck not.
He's younger than me, shorter. I can't see much else about him. I don't care. I'm not out for love or affection. I want to get off. I pull my dick out and lube up my hand and start stroking it. It is big and fat and long. I am looking at him as I do it. He is looking back. I've made a move and now it's his turn. He does. He reaches down to stroke it.
"It's big" he says
"Yeah"
He's not shy either. He undoes his pants and fishes out his cock. It's thick enough but not long. Full pubes,. I open up and take him down. All the way to the root. He has big full balls and I give them a tug. I work the head of his cock with my tongue, kissing the head of it hard. Off of his dck and jerk him and then pile back on. He is stiff and hard and he moans in appreciation fro what I am doing. He doesn't face fuck me; he lets me do my thing. I don't suck on his balls but I do play with them. But I work his dick well. I am so hard and stiff. I am stroking mine as I blow him.
When I come off of his dick and stroke him, he asks, "Can I sit on it?"
Well, fuck yeah..
Down come the pants. I splay my legs open wide and he gets between them. We get through the awkwardness of gettting it in and he rides me. Men walk by. They see what is going on. I am holding on to his firm body as he moves on top of me. His weight on me. God, it feels good. My hard thick cock is in his hole, tight enough, and he rides me. In and around, up and down, that's how he does. The boy is a bottom. Barebacked, skin on skin and I hold him by the hips as he moves. He strokes himself as he fucks me. He's hard and I want to reach around annd grab his stiff cock and stroke him as he rides me but I cant't reach it. I would love to feel the steel hardness of a man who loves to be fucked. But I love the sensation of his ass on my dick.
A guy comes by and stops. He watches us in the darkness.
I don't care. I like an audience. The guy riding me doesn't care.
Besides, if you are fucking at a cruise bar then you are kind of an exhibitionist. You have to be. Everybody that comes back here is looking for dick. Wants dick. Random dick. Dick now. I'm getting what I want. You want to whack to it, watching, cool. Want to join in, whip it out, big man. In a situation like this being bold is a virtue, going for what you want. Ignore the shiny penny. A mouth is a mouth, a hole is a hole and a dick is a dick.
He wants to join in.
Cool.
He comes over and gets next to me. He is standing and I am sitting. My face is at his crotch and, like me, he was sweats on. He gets his dick out, all ready hard. He doesn't have to say anything. I am happy to do ti. I take him down, smell his musky man odor. The guy riding me is jerking himself, turning around to see but he keeps moving on my dick. I suck this guy, all the way down, all the way up, my tongue working his shaft. The rider rocks back and forth.
If other guys come by or stop, I don't know. My whole field of vision is the back of the honey with my dick up his ass and the man feeding me his cock. I'm a hole and a rod. Fuck yeah. The guy face fucks me as the rider shifts and bounces on my steel hard pole. I think he is hot, fapping himself as he takes it. The other guy continues to ram it in. By now I am turned on like fuck. The sensation in my dick is amazing, pure ecstasy being sent to my brain. I want ti all. I am greedy.
"Oh fuck" I say.
It's past the point of no return. I am going to blast. Hungruly, I grab hold of the cock in my face and I suck on it hard I have no control on the pace or the rhythm of the fucking. I want to jackhammer his hard ass but he is in control of the fucking. I am along for the ride. But it won't be long yet
I can't talk for the cock in my mouth.
I want to shout "I'm cumming"
Ride me hard. God, please, ride me hard.
Fuck me.
God fucking damn.
I blast in his ass. I coat his ass in hot jizz. The releif is great, the pleasure washes over me. It is perfect.
I fuxking love being male. I love being gay.
What's not to love?
FIFTY TWO
Two Stores and Three Loads
Pompano Books and Adult Warehouse,. Pompano Beach FL
I am staying at a gay guesthouse in Wilton Manors. But I am driving down, having stopped in Orlando and hit Hanks Bar and then Bar Code, but that was more to just check it and see than to do anything. . Spent a night in Cocoa Beach. There is a bookstore with an arcade there but it was closed on Sundays, for some reason. Personally, I wouldn't mind having a hot all male orgy during churuch time. However, I came to see the SpaceX launch and that the sleazy BJ would have just been a bonus. Anyway, it was afternoon on Monday and I had a plan I get off of I-95 at Sample Road. I just want to check the places out, see what's up. The place I am staying is clothing optional but I suspect is not super cruisy.
I go to the Adult Warehouse first. It is in an office park kind of building. Very clean, very spacious. Not seedy at all. That's not always a good thing. I scan the room for the arcade but it isn't obvbious where it is. So, I go to the DVD's and go for the gay section. There it is. I step inside inside and there are some loiterng but the lights are up and I wasn't necessarily looking to get off. Plus I want to check out the other place.
It's a bit of driving but not far. Powerline Rd to Federal Highway. The building is small. Really small. I pull in the driveway to park in the back. There are a couple of cars there. I go inside. On the left is the store part. It's about the size of a guest bedroom in the average house or apartment. On the right is the arcade area. There is a guy behind the counter and he looks at me as I come in. I nod but he doesn't ask for ID. I step thourght the door and there are about 8 booths with solid folding doors. I go to the last one down, step in and put a five dollar bill in the slot.
Nothing happens. No video.
So, I go down to the first booth and I put a dollar in (I should have read Squirt.org. It's five dollars to start) but nothing happens. At any rate, whatver. I leave the folding door unlatched and slightly open and pull my cock out of my jeans. Guys hovering in a video arcade are after dick. If the business doesn't make money because of their stupidity, that's on them. I'm here for a reason.
It doesn't take long.
A guy steps in. He reaches out for my cock, which I have jacked hard. He strokes it. Actually, he gives a pretty impressive hand job. Most guys are rough and quick. He is gentle and slow. A light touch. Very sensitive. He stops and pulls his dick out of his paints. I reach for him. In my non-random sex life, actual boyfriends and shit, my handjob skills have been complimented but I often do wonder whether other guys are as impatient at me jerking them as I usually am for them jerking me. But I stroke him and he strokes me. The question is who is going to blow who?
He kind of yanks down my pants and gets on his knees so I guess he is.
He takes me down balls deep and starts to blow me. His tongue is as good as his hands. He knows how to work a dick. Lips, tongue, suction. It felt good. He worked the piss slit and the head and he stroked it and I figured I could drop a load in his mouth easy. A quick pump and dump and then drive on down to the clothing optional gay resort I was staying at. He stroked and he worked it and I was cool with all of that. I moaned.
Now, how did I find myself on my knees in front of him? I am not sure. I don't remember. I do remember him being pretty upfront about what he wanted. Anyway, I found myself on my knees, a hard dick in my face. That's a familar pose. Ive been there before. And I know what to do with a hard dick All the way down, baby. Get some tongue action. Suck that thing. Love on it. And that's the thing: sucking dick makes me hard as as a fucking rock. I love sucking dick. Tugging on their balls, smelling their musky scent. He didn't have to lock the door, stick two ni my face. I don't give a shit. Bring it on. He face fucks me and I take it. No gag. I am able to get to his balls, pull on them, rub on his taint, massage his prostate from the outside. Rub the button.
Stiff and hard and it's in my mouth. I suck it and rub it with my tongue. I catch the tip in my lips and give it a big exaggerated kiss, sucking hard on the sensitive head. Flick at the tissue under the piss slit. Then back down, balls deep. He groans. He's loving it I can hear him breath hard, moan softly. He face fucks again. I let him and then pull off to stroke on it a bit before swallowing his down hard again. He's hot for it and wanitng it and I am hard and sroking myself and it all feels fine. His balls are tucked up tight. He's close but I show no mercy. I suck him to bring him off.
He came in my mouth.
I drink down his hot slightly salty jizz and lick at the slit to gather up the last delicious drop of it.
I love cum. I'm gay that way.
When he left, I saw little reason to stay. There's no porn and I'm not plopping more money into a machine to find out if one works. And I don't want to be standing there like a doofus with my dick in my hand. The other place is a possibility. It's in the wrong direction but I am horny and I haven't gotten off. So I go back.
I pull into the office park and go in. It's very nice, very much like a Hustler store. Not seedy at all, not like the last place For me, that's not a bonus. I like seedy. Seedy is good. Seedy can be fun. I go directly for the gold. There are no lurkers in the hallway, which is too brightly lit for real cruising, but who knows what will happen. I go in the booth, set down, put my money in and pull up a nice Bel Ami video, super fit young men with hard bodies and hard uncut dicks. What's the worse that happens? I jack off watching beautiful boys fuck?
As it happens, I don't wait long. The door is unlocked of course. He is a middle aged Hispanic guy in good shape. He sees a hard dick and gay porn on the monitor and he knows what he has. This guy is not into foreplay. No tentative touching of my cock, nothing coy at all. He yanks down his running shorts, pulls down the compression shorts and frees up his hard uncut dick. We are crowded in a small booth, right on top of each other but in a good way and he is clear about what he wants.
Have I mentioned I love sucking dick?
Well, I get another shot at it. He's thick but not long. It's a mouthful but I can handle it. I love that it's uncut. I would happily play with the foreskin for a long time. Pull it up over the head, gather it up and nibble on it. Rub my tongue between the foreskin and the sensitive head. But this guy is having none of that. A nice long blow job is not what he is having. He is greedy and horny and wants to get off. Thankfully, he doen't try to change the montor to pussy porn because I judge him straight. I don't give a fuck. I don't want to marry him, I want to have sex. He wants a blow job? Cool. I like giving those. This dick slams into pussy? What do I care? Besides, he ain't slamming it into pussy much if he is here looking for a queer to suck him off.
He is insistent. Not a word said but he is going to dominate me. Take what he wants. I take him down, start doing what I do when I suck a dick but he wants what he wants. I go all the way to the root and come back up the shaft of it, slow and working it wiht my tongue. He doesn't want sensual. Not at all. He holds my head and starts face fucking me. Fucking my mouth like it were a pussy. I can take, I say to myself. If this is how he gets off, cool. I'd rather play with it, worship it but straight guys don't know from shit about sex. Trust me here. I can love on your dick better than you can imagine, straight boy. It's a trait many queers have. It's born from a true love of cock.
He pumps my face, hard and fast. I can take it. Then I feel myself starting to gag. He's ramming it in my throat. If he were better hung, I'd have gagged all ready but I feel it. I try not to. But then I can't help it. I wrench myself away and cough some. But a gag can be affirming, telling a guy that he is hung enough to make a guy gag. And I am right back on it, trying to do him the way I would.
He starts to face fuck me again. Holding my head.
I am just a hole.
And that's fine.
I let him pump me. I like the hardness of his cock in my mouth. I even don't mind being dominated. I don't always have to be the alpha male. That's the graet thing about being queer. Everything can change, one time to the next. Nothing is set. I am being used but the truth is that I am turned on and I am using him because I still hard as a rock. He face fucks me hard again. He's got a rhythm but he is pounding it too. He starts to moan a little for the first time and I think I am getting to him. Warming him up. Getting him going.
He cums.
His jizz in m mouth. Almost tasteless.
He pulls his compression shorts back over his cock and leaves. I am alone again. I settle back to watch Jack Harrar get fucked. That's a beautiful sight. But the door is unlocked and I am hoping for foot traffic. My dick is hard and I want some release.
The door opens.
He's young. College aged or not much beyond that. He's wearing a mask for COVID. Hispanic, short hair. He has a young man's body. He looks in and then steps in, closing the door behind him. I hold up my cock for him to see. He reaches out the stroke it. And that is a good sign. A perfect sign. A boy who wants dick. My dick. He strokes it but is being more coy than I want. I reach up and cup his junk, finding him hard. I don't mind taking a third load, especially from an Hispanic twink.
He makes a move to undo his pants but it's not to show his cock but free up his ass. He yanks them down and turns toward the monitor, his hairless ass stuck out. Obviously, it takes me zero time to firgure out what the deal is. He wants to get fucked. I guess I was big enough to satisfy a bottom boy. He is standing there, his ass out and I am hard.
It wasn't gentle. I found his tight hole and I pushed it in.
"Oh papi" he moaned "Oh Daddy"
He was stroking his dick. He was a small cocked boy and I thought that hot. Pure bottom boy. He pushed against my cock, flailing on his as he did. I am hard, stretching him open and his ass is tight. I pull him close into me and I reach around and grab his stiff hard uncut cock and I stroke it. But he is an impatient, greedy little shit, wanting it all. He can handle the hand job. He wanted me for my dick. He wants to be fucked. He wants to be fucked hard.
I can do that.
I grab him by the hips and I fuck him with sharp, staccato strokes, fast. I fuck him like he is dog, an aminal. I just pound on it. The sound of the flesh slapping against flesh fills the booth and I don't give a shit. He moans loudly. I grunt. Skin on skin. I am horny. We are both greedly.
I fuck him. Bam, bam, ham, bam, ham.
His hand is flying up and down on hsi small cock. For a second, I wished we had kissed but I realize that he came in looking for a quick pump and dump. He's going to take my load for fucking sure,. Will he come? I fucking hope so. I hope he spews. I think he is probably full of cum. I know I am horny and I beed release and I am not going to let up. I have my fat hard throbbing cock up in the tight ass of a barely legal little twink and
i am going to give him all that it's worth.
"Oh yeah, Papi, that's it"
"Fuck" I grunt.
I'd love to paw his entire lean body, nibble on his nipples but he has given me his ass and I suppose that's enough. I pound it. Sweat is forming on my brow. I just slap it in harder. We have a rhythm. As hard as I fuck him, he wants it harder. Harder, harder. He is losing control. I am losing control. I feel the pressure build.
"Oh fuck" he pants as he cums.
Knowing that he has sets me off. I fuck him rapid fire until I have no control at all. I will have to cum. No matter what. I can't stop. I won't stop.
I drive it in and cream pie him.
We don't speak. He pulls up his pants and leaves. When I get to the parking lot, he is gone. I get in my car and drive from Pompano Beach to Wilton Manors. It took longer to get there than I thought. But when I got there, I happily stripped down and went about the place -- all male and clothing optional -- happily naked.