TRUE SEXUAL ADVENTURES
By
Rev. Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin
DISCLAINER: The following is based on true experienced. 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.
SIX
SLOPPY SECONDS
Hank's Bar, Orlando
Hank's Bar in Orlando is kind of low rent and sleazy. I mean that in a good way. I like low rent and sleazy. There was once a time in my life when I didn't think I would. In my teens and early 20's, I looked for love and validation. After that, it was a series of relationships, all good in their own way but under the spectre of diseae and death. I never gave voice to the reality of myself, never explored it. Over time, the fires began to ebb and all too soon in my life, I felt that my sex life was drawing to a close. Actually, it was a medical problem, low testosterone. Replacement was the best thing that ever happened to me. For one thing, I gave myself permission to be myself. That first trip to Key West, taking the plunge at a clothing optional gay resort was my special gift to myself: confronting body image and natural introspection. I learned a lot about myself: I'm a pig. A fucking pig. I like anonymous sex. I like being watched. I like it dirty. The more the better.
The first time I ever came here, I knew it was my kind of place. They only serve beer so I got one and walked outside onto the patio. There is a trail with multiple little alcoves bordered by foliage with a bit of privacy, the whole area bounded by privacy fences, until you come to a sharp L turn. There would appear to be the main party area. The first time, I rounded the corner as a guy was cumming, masturbating into another's mouth. So, yeah, what's not to like?. I come back from time to time, just to see what kind of trouble I can get into. My then current boyfriend was working during the day and I was visiting him on the weekend. We planned to spend the evening jointly at the bathhouse. We had that kind of relationship.
The sign outside says clearly that it is a gay bar. No reason for the unsuspecting to wander into this den of iniquity without proper warning. Also there is a one drink minimum. I get a Stella and head out to the patio. It is hot, mid August and no one in their right mind would be outside. There is a duo sitting at a table under the canopy, idly watching the proceedings, drinking from a pitcher quickly getting hot. Over there, just off the path in a little round area bounded by foliage and a tree next to the fence there is a trio of guys, dicks out, hard, stroking them, either through the fly or with their pants at the ankles, watching as a lean black man is pounding the ass of this latin guy. The black guy has his shorts down around his ankles and a wife beater shirt pulled up over his neck. Latin boy is naked. And he is getting fucked and I mean hard. The black guy is my age or little younger probably, but not an ounce of fat on him, all lean muscle and sinew. Say what you want to about big black cock being a stereotype but he has a big black cock. Long, thick and black as coal tar and he is fucking the living hell out of the guy. Too hot for words.
"Damn, that's hot" I say to one of the guys, a redneck looking white trash kind of guy in his late 20's, as I pull my cock out of my pants.
"No shit" the guy says as he reaches over to stroke me. I return the favor. "He likes big dicks"
I shrug. Maybe, who knows?
Redneck strokes me as black guy fucks him hard. You can hear the slapping of skin against skin. Another guy wanders up, takes a slug of beer and settles in to watch. What does it matter? What's the difference between watching it live and watching it on a screen? Well, live is better. After a while though, I either want redneck to sink to his knees and blow me or something. I'm not cumming from a hand job. I'll save it up for tonight. Right now, I am pretty fucking horny and I'll be even hornier tonight but if I pop now, I'll need a Viagra for later. It doesn't bother me but not for a hand job. I wander off, draining a beer as I go, in search of other trouble. There was a guy in the shed of the very end of the trail but I wasn't interested. I think it was this time there that a bear was sucking off a cub on one of the tables. They weren't interested in me. All that's cool. Just move on to the next target of opportunity.
When I got back up to the front, black guy was definitely at the end, all the tell tale signs. He grunted and gave a half dozen half hearted strokes before pulling that long dick out of the guys ass hole, still dripping with pearly white cum. The latin guy turns around, sinks to his knees and takes the black guy in his mouth, ass juices and semen, but the black guy, now super sensitive pushes him away. He hikes up his pants and pulls his shirt down and heads back in. The guys around are acting like the shows over but I don't think it is. Bottom is happy but not yet fully loaded. Latin guy looks me over and nods at me.
"Yeah, I'll fuck you" I say. "How do you want it?"
"Hard" he says.
Why not? No need for romance. I get behind him, his ass pointed straight out. I sink a little at the knees to get the angle and then slide the torpedo in. One smooth motion, all the way in. The black guys cum is my lube. I don't care. I like cum. I'm a fag that way. All the way in. I wiggle it to give a little motion and then pull nearly all the way out before sliding is slowly back in. But that's the last of that. I reach around, grab his dick, uncut but semi soft and tug on it as I fuck his ass. I fuck him hard, taking up where the black guy left off. No foreplay, no kissing, no romance, no nothing. Just fucking. Hard and fast.
The thing is that it's been two days and I am fucking horny. Horny as hell. I'm not going to last and I know it. I don't really give a shit either. I need to burn some of this horniness off. I'll take old Blue later and go five rounds in the maze or in a cubicle or in the porn theatre or somewhere tonight. Later, I'll go slow. Now, I just want to tear this ass up.
He is grunting and pushing back on my dick. Fine. He doesn't want it slow and that's good since that isn't the way he is going to get it. He is going to get it hard and fast and that seems to be what he wants. The guys around are still watching and stroking. I like that. Bang it out. Go for it.
Oh shit.
It feels good. Too good. Too much. Oh fuck. Well, shit, fuck it. Just go. So I do. I fuck him hard and then harder still. Goddamn. It does feel good. Fuck, here it cums. I just keep going. Harder and harder. I don't try to stop. I don't want to. More and more. Harder and harder. Then, boom, there it is.
I pull out, pull up my pants and drain my beer. I got fucked that night by a trio of guys, shooting my load over my head. All of it was great.
SEVEN
THE COCK INSPECTOR
Playhouse II. Tampa
I was in Tampa for a bit of fairly annoying business. I stayed, just the one night. at a hotel on Dale Mabrey Blvd in the Drew Park section of town, a fairly seedy area of low rent housing, light industrial business and adult establishments. I already knew the reputation of the area and a quick check on line gave me a couple of possibilities to try out. One was just a block from my hotel, called the Thee Love Shack. But the one I wanted to see was a dozen blocks away, called Playhouse II. It has a reputation.
It is in one half of the old, vast open building, sharing space with a gay bathhouse. Depending on how the night goes, I may end up there but not to start. The building is actually the former Army post theatre from when Drew Park was an airfield during World War II. There were plenty of cars there, lined up at the gay bathhouse and on the side with the Playhouse. Online, they had warned that this was deceiving as the cab company across the street used the parking lot. Still. I was hopeful as I went in.
The place was dead.
No one there.
I was waiting at the counter, considering just leaving when the guy came up from behind me and hustled behind the counter, apologizing. Looking me up and down, he asked me to step back. He wasn't a dick about it. He just asked me to step back and then to step back again.
Then he asked me to drop my shorts.
My first thought was along the lines of what the fuck. Then it crossed my mind that he wanted to be sure I wasn't a cop. There is no way LEO is going to drop trou. Whatever, though. It's a porn palace. What the fuck do I care? My goal is to have my dick out anyway, in somebody's mouth or ass if possible, in my hand if not.
"well, at least let me get it plumped up" I say with a smile, ramming my hand down into the khaki shorts. I am not wearing underwear.
I give myself a couple of tugs, not that it helps much and then unbutton my shorts. They fall to the ground.
He looks me over like meat. "You got a nice dick, big"
"I've enjoyed it" I say, reaching down and pulling up my shorts.
He makes small talk for a little while, tells me the lay out of the place. Off to the right is the large theatre showing straight porn. To the left is the glory holes that open to the bathhouse on the other side. Behind me at the front of the building is the smaller gay theatre and on the opposite side is a small maze and dark area. Personally, I don't get the straight porn part. Stay home and jerk off. If you are going to a place like this, then you really should be going to get some anonymous sleazy gay sex. Of course, on the other hand, I have never lived with a woman (and have barely even ever fucked one) so it may be that straight guys are just horny, sexless and unable to masturbate even. Gay is better. Any lover of mine is free to crank one out if he needs to. I will.
I paid him the money and went into the main theatre. There was one guy sitting in the back who rustled and covered up as I entered. My kind would have held it up so I could see so I passed him by. I sank into a skanky couch up front and looked at the screen. At this remove, I have no memory of what was there on it. But there was pussy. I am sure of that. It may have been a lesbo scene or maybe not but there was definitely pussy.
My new friend from up front came in and found his way to where I was. I look up at him. He is looking me over again. He wants it. I undo my pants, my brown pubes exposed. I pull out my dick, now semi soft. I have some lube which i put on my hand to stroke myself hard. I am indifferent to the porn but I do enjoy being watched as I masturbate. He reaches over and takes ahold of it, stroking me. This is an awkward time for me. I honestly don't enjoy hand jobs. Well, I do when I do it because I know what I want. A regular lover can be taught and can teach me for him but a stranger never quite gets it right. In one sense, it is okay, sometimes almost interesting how another man would rub it differently than you would. But I have stroked on it since I was 12 and I know how I like it. What I want is what I can't give myself. I want a mouth or an ass.
Fortunately, he gets down on his knees and pulls my shorts down. I watch him as he swallows me, his warmth mouth encompassing my swollen prick. That's more like it. I don't care about the porn but I watch him suck me off. He's good at it too, a well practicised cocksucker. He strokes me with his hand as he takes it in deep without a gag in smooth motions. It feels good.
Just then, I hear rustling behind me. It's that guy getting up. I fear for a second he is coming down to join in. The guy blowing me jerks his head up like a mole, looks around like he's been caught. No one comes down but he's spooked. So he hustles out and leaves me alone, cock out and watching pussy porn. Well, that's not going to do. I shove myself back in and zip up and head out. As I head out, he is talking to a guy at the counter, I don't know if it is the same guy from the theatre or not, but I'm not paying attention. I head past to the glory holes on the other side that promise to open to the bathhouse beyond. Still hard, I stick it in one but no takers. I wander back as they are still talking, meander through the maze but then go across the way and settle on the single couch in the small gay theatre. My plan at this point is to just watch some porn, stroke a while and consider my options. There are plenty of adult businesses down here but I need to decide what I want to do.
The porn seems like a compilation tape, a few minutes of action then a cum shot, then moves on to another. I am not complaining. At this point, I would rather that than a long set up. I am more or less happily stroking it when the guy comes in.
"I made this disc myself" he says before giving me an explanation of how he did it and used his uncles old porn tapes for some of it.
"It's pretty good" I say, trying to be mildly encouraging.
"I like this thing too" he says as he reaches down to take my cock in his hand. "Big and fat, nice"
"Yeah I like it too. Why don't you suck it?"
He gets between my legs and takes my balls in his mouth. Okay. Good. Then he licks the shaft roughly. Better. Then all the way in. Best of all. A blow job is a wonderful thing. He is good. He's not super sexy, not someone I would hit on in a bar but he's sucked a dick before, that's for sure. I rub his hair as he goes at it. It feels good, really good. I don't think there is any man that doesn't want a good blowjob, straight or gay, top or bottom. A mouth on a dick can feel good if it is done right. Cock sucking is a skill, one that needs practice. Personally, I have enjoyed the practicing.
I lean back and moan. "That's really good"
He keeps going. A tongue around the tip. Sweet. He has his hand in his pants, rubbing himself. That's what I like: a cock sucker that enjoys his job, gets off on sucking dick. A true queer.
"Pull your pants down, stroke it" I tell him.
He stands up and unbuttons. He's not hung or anything but he loves his dick like I love mine. Who doesn't? Nature gave us the ultimate toy. It's wrong not to use it. I reach out and grab him. Hard and stiff. The way I like it. I give him a couple of good strokes before he sinks back down to his knees to go back to worshipping mine. I suck in a lungful of air as he goes down on me.
Goddamn.
Here's the thing. When I suck, I swallow. I don't get a fag who won't, Don't cum in my mouth: fuck off. You're gay enough to suck a man but not gay enough to suck him off? Eat your cum once or twice. Get used to the taste. Cum and spit? What the fuck is that? I am a fucking faggot. I like cum. Cum in my mouth, cum on my face, I don't give a shit. I suspect this guy wants a big fat load down his throat. That's what he's likely to get too. Right now, I just want him to keep going.
I watch the porn as he bobs up and down on my dick, squeezing my balls. It is feeling right. I put my hands on his head and push him down. He gags. I don't care. Just suck it. Then he goes back on it.
"Oh, yeah," I say in a pant. I try not force him down again. "Just keep doing that"
I begin to breathe a bit ragged. My balls are tight up against my body. I feel the pleasure sensation and I know it's close. But I don't want it to stop. He swrirls his tongue as he deep throats me and I think I am going to lose it. It feels so good. I can't help it. I just want it go on foreever but I know it won't. Then it changes it over. I'm going to cum.
"Oh, God" I call out. "Oh God"
I close my eyes, lean my head back and let it sweep over me. A wave, crashing down on me. I grunt and fill his mouth with splooge. I pant, hard, as the sensation watches over me. I am grateful to him. But, I'm also done now. I thank him, pull up my shorts and leave. I've never been back.