Date: Tue, 1 Aug 2017 00:57:05 +0000 From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com Subject: Sexual Adventures 19 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. Complaints, compliments and comments to revjpgibson@hotmail.com Please remember to donate to Nifty to keep the stories coming NINETEEN GAYCATION PART One (FUCK DAY EDITION) Island House. Key West Delta lands hard and brakes heavily in Key West. It is an adventure. The flight into Atlanta landed sideways in a sudden gust of wind at the last minute on the outer edges of a decaying tropical storm that tracked from Louisiana to Nashville. It is just after a summer shower in the Conch Republic and the humidity is such you can almost drink the air. I get room 230, which is on the landing overlooking the outdoor jacuzzi. The pool and the video lounge are equidistant, I think. I am tired as I unpack -- it's been a long day: I drove to Jacksonville and flew to Atlanta and then down. But I am horny too and that has to take precedence. I go in jogging shorts and a small bottle of silicone lube. The walk of shame. It is broad daylight on a Saturday afternoon. The place is packed. Maybe, just maybe, something will be going on and you never know. I go in the white door, painted red on the other side. I try to go in the through the dark space first but the plastic slats that mark the entrance half way down on the right lead only to an small alcove and a glory hole. Clearly there has been some construction. The richly upholstered benches in the video lounge, like some miniautre parliament, are empty. The former dark space is now a series of booths with glory holes and a very small and tight hallway that leads only to padded alcove at the end that a man can use to get fucked. It is, of course, quite dark and my eyes haven't accomodated yet. I brush past a man as I go down the hall. Okay. Even in the darkness, I can tell he isn't physical perfection but I don't care. I stop in front of him. His hand goes to my crotch. I put my hand on his hard dick. Well, we are acquainted now I guess. We kiss. His hand goes into my shorts to get at my stiffening unit. I press my body up against his. He has a bit of a gut but not bad. Older but not elderly, at least not in my eyes. He has a bit of scruff on his face and I like the sensation of it against my face. He is groping me and I am hard now. The jogging shorts were a bad idea. They are in the way. I snatch them down around my ankles. There is movement. It is another guy. Fitter than the first, younger than me but not young. He presses up against us and puts his hands on my ass. He doesn't ask permission to join in. He just does. That is cool. He has judged the situation rightly. We will let him in. We have no grounds for offense after all. We are making out in a hallway outside of glory holes in a play space at an all male clothing optional resort. Of course we don't mind company. He is hard bodied enough that it feels good to have my hands on his muscles. A hard man and I have my body pressed against his. I can smell him and it is a masculine odor. He too has scruff on his face when he kisses me. The first guy, the OG, falls to his knees and takes my swollen prick into his mouth. I just sigh at the pure pleasure of it. A blow job is a wonderful thing. These kind of three ways are perfect as long as they last. Three naked men, hot and horny, each trying to wring out as much pleasure as they can for themselves and smashed up together in a tight space. I kiss the one and the other sucks me. There is movement in the space. Another man is in the hallway. There isn't room for him now. There is barely room for us and we are crammed together but in a good way. The OG goes to the other guy in our trio, sucking him. I stroke myself as I kiss him, hard and with lots of tongue. It is back and too and kiss and grope and all very great. I am horny, having not cum in two days, in my first afternoon in gay man's heaven and I am loving this. This, after all, is one of the main reasons I come here. All male, naked, relaxed attitude about sex and partying, this place is perfect and this is the perfect bit of vacation R&R, getting blown. And getting blown by a man who knows how to do it. "I am going to eat your ass" the third guy says to the OG. The next thing I know, he is bent over the alcove platform and the other guy has his face buried in the ass. The three way has split up, it seems. I am now the third wheel, superflous. I could barge over there and demand pride of place but why? It was good but nobody owes me anything. They are getting off still and it is up to me to tend to my own needs. There is the latest guy, who was watching and jacking. I move toward him. He is clearly willing. In short order, I have another dick in my hands, also hard and actually uncut, which I like. I lean into kiss him as I stroke him but he turns away. He doesn't want to be kissed, which I have always found strange. But he is sexy enough and I am going after it, whatever he wants. I need some relief, some relaxation. He falls down and begins to suck me too. Good. I like blow jobs. He, too, is good at it. I certainly have no objection to shooting down a guy's throat. "Fuck me" He says, standing up. Yeah, sure, I can do that, I think. But there is the logistics: Where to fuck? There are now two more guys at the head of the hall, watching. It doesn't bother me at all and the guy I am with doesn't seem shy. He doesn't want to kiss but he seems eager to get his ass plowed. For some reason, the ass eating didn't last long and those two are doing the one standing and the other kneeling and sucking thing again. The padded alcove is now open, which works for me. My guy doesn't seem the romantic, foreplay type so I don't waste time. I bend him over and slather lube on my prick and ram it in. "Oh, Goddamn. That's big. Oh fuck" he says in giant exhale of a groan. He's tight but not that tight. He's been fucked before, lots of times. I think he is like me: just because we've been around doesn't mean it isn't still fun. In fact, it is a shit load of fun. Fucking ass is incredible. He is tight enough, though, that I don't just wear him out. Nice, slow, even, make it good for us both. And it is good, damn good. It's been a couple of days since I came but it's been two weeks since I got laid last and this is what I really want. "Oh, fuck, man. You got a hot hole. You want me to fuck this hot hole?" I said. It's cliche but I said it (or something like it) He just groans. I bang on him. More urgently now. I am horny and hard up and I am not going to last long. But I am trying to hold out, make it last. But it isn't working. That ass is just that much too tight and I am just that much too horny and the blood is hot and the spunk rising. I fuck him, the pleasure beginning to really take hold. Then it is past the point of no return. I slide it in hard. Then another. Then, instinct. I fuck him in short stabbing strokes and unload. Breathing heavy, the sensation of pure pleasure and then absolute relaxation sweeps over me. A nice long orgasm. I only hope that the other guy got off but that's his gig, isn't it? I grab my jogging shorts and head out. After a nap, I find myself on the far corner of the sundeck in the late afternoon sun, slathered down in sunscreen. There is a naked man opposite me on a chair, tanned and with a cock ring, my age I think but leaner. I am fair skinned and prone to freckle so I am not a sun worshipper. I have a book, Steven Brust's To Reign In Hell, and a fruity rum drink. The book, to be honest, is hard going. I look up and see a man I know, headed for the guy opposite me. His name is Ari and he is wrapped in a green and white striped towel that is ubiquitious around here but I know him to be a local. Twice before we have hooked up. I figure he is here a lot, cruising, even though he alleges a boyfriend and wants to be discreet. I am not jealous by any means. If something happens then okay. He cruises the naked guy and I go back to the book, struggling to get far enough into it to either give up or enjoy it. After a while, though, I need to piss. So I gather my stuff and head off back to my room. Ari is standing at the end of the sundeck under the awning where it connects to the building. "Hey sexy" he says as I approach. "Hey there" "Where you headed?" he asks as I get up close to him. He runs his hand down my torso. I return the favor. He likes his tits being played with if memory serves. "Gotta go piss. How about you?" "I need a shower" "I have a shower" I say. I don't mind a third time with him. Not at all. "You can get cleaned up and then we can get dirty" I give him my room number, 230, and he knows where it is. I suspect that at one time or another, he has been in a lot of the rooms here. Soon after I get it and take a swig of the thoughtfully provided mouthwash, he comes through the door. In a second, he naked and I am too. He is hard. I am too. I am on the end of the bed and we kiss for a minute. But then, I am gobbling up his dick, sticking straight out and a nice black bush of pubes above it. He puts his hands on my head and forces himself down my throat. "I need a shower. I am sticky" he says. We are in the shower together. I like showering with another man, I do. It is fun. Wasteful of water, of course, but helpful to get your back soaped up and I am there as the hot water flows off of him and my hands are all over his body with soap and the water and pure lust. He is shorter than me but lean and smooth. He soaps my back. Soon we are clean and dried off. In a second, I was on the bed, my legs splayed open and Ari between them, sucking on my dick. "You have a good looking cock. A hot dick" he says. It's served me well, I think. "Thanks. You are hot as hell" He licks and takes it in his mouth. I just lay back and enjoy it. He is not a novice of course and it feels good. I put my hands on his head and massage his black curly locks but I am not forcing him down on my pole. I don't like it when men do that to me so I don't do it to others. I rub his shoulders, touch his skin. He stops. Then I find him sitting on my chest as he rests on his knees, his hard cut cock in my face, twitching a little. I gobble him up. His hard prick is in my mouth. He gasps a bit too. I am not a novice either. "I want that big dick in me" he says. "You got a condom?" I was a Boy Scout once. For a couple of years. I was sleeping with the Scoutmaster so there's that but I did learn the motto: Be Prepared. I have condoms despite preferring not to use them. Skyn. Polyurethane. If he wants it, okay. He is seropositive but undetectable. I roll it on. A pillow under his ass. His knees on my shoulder. I roll it on. I lose my erection just a little bit. I have to stroke it back to life. Then I slide it in. He is neither tight nor loose. I have all ready cum once so I am not as driven. Plus, I would really rather just spend a bit of time making out and foreplay. And the fucking condom is dulling the sensation and at certain point, I just have to pull out because I am beginning to lose the erection again. So I do. I get between his legs and suck on his still hard dick, going for his thick big balls. "You'd rather bareback, huh?" he says "No, condom's cool. Bottom's choice" I lie. Yeah, I would. We roll around a bit, kiss and rub and suck. Another condom goes on and it is worse than before. So we rub and kiss and suck. "I need to get something to eat" he says. "Okay" "You'd rather bareback, right." "Yeah but it's cool" He needs to eat but he isn't leaving exactly either. He reaches out and takes my dick in his hand. "You have a great dick. Big dick and a hot body" he says. That oversells it. I work out and I am muscular but I am not hot bodied. The beautiful boys pass me by. My dick is thick and it is long enough and I do fine. I do fine. I get laid. "Thanks. I think you are hot as hell" I am hard. He leans over. I get behind him and push it in. Bareback. I slowly fuck him. Nice and easy. That's better. I am hard and horny. Then he kind of slides off me. 'I do need to eat something. We can pick up later, right? But I need to be discreet." "Yeah, sure" I say. I am pretty sure we won't pick it up later. He claims a boyfriend but hangs out here. There are other locals hanging around and he doesn't want to be seen hooking up with random tourist guys I guess. It is something of a small town really and I get it in a way. But you are hanging around here and hooking up with random guys. Own it. Anyway, I was right and we didn't hook up again. After a bit of time in the pool, socializing, I needed to eat too. I got a flat bread pizza from the cafe and it was really very good. Satisfied and back to being horny, I decided to make my early evening run through the video lounge. There was nothing going on so I went back to the pool area, had a drink, chatted with an interesting elderly man from Sarasota (who ended up being my friend for the next few days and introducing me to various people he knew from his many trips here. I had little sexual interest in him although we did make out once just out of friendship). There was a fairly flamboyent Greek guy from DC that talked to some. Just hanging out. I think I probably got groped a little in the water. The next trip through was the winner. It was nearly 9 o'clock, give or take a little. I was naked as I entered the door. Naked all the way from my room. I had towel and a bottle of lube but I wasn't covered up and had an erection. I don't care what anybody thinks. It is clothing optional and gay. Erections are good. Sex is good. We don't have to make nice for the straight people. If you don't want to play, don't. I do. It is low light of course and the whole thing has a aura of red. There are two men at the end of the hall together, one in front of the other, both naked. We all walked in for the same thing. We all want it. They can discourage me from joining in if they want to and I won't be insulted. But, if you want privacy or exclusivity, go to your room. If you are making out in play space, there is an assumption that you are up for whatever. And they were. In no time at all, it is a three way. The one guy, the one to my left, is my age or older, mostly gray haired but not in bad shape. The other, to my right, is younger, maybe 35 or 40. He too is fit. This is not a bad gig, I am telling you. We are not little boys anymore. We are men. Pigs, I admit, having random, anonymous sex but why not? I like kissing. It is such a simple act but I am usually fascinated by the different ways that men kiss. Plus, not here of course but out in the world, two men kissing does tend to offend the easily offended. I like the feel of a man's roughness against my face, the hardness of his body against mine. The hairiness of it if he is hairy. We kiss from one to the other and then, remarkably all three at the same time. My dick is twitching. I know that we are not going to just stand there and kiss and jack ourselves off. The guy to my left is the one that falls to his knees and takes to servicing us. I get it first. He's been on a dick before. I kiss the other guy with passion, rubbing my hands on his hard body. This is good. "Suck it" I say. He jacks me as he sucks the other guy. He and I kiss and rub each other's body. We have the hallway blocked and initially it doesn't matter. Then a man comes in and can't go any further. By then, we are committed to our pleasure. He has to stand and watch as the three of us go at it. He is older and does try to join in but gets no encouragement. The guy on his knees moves back to me. I like the wetness of his mouth around my manhood. But then he stands up, I guess to let the guy by. There is nothing going on in the video room; it is just us three. The guy moves around to where I am, sees that we are the action and makes another attempt to join in. I go to my knees. I have two dicks -- two good looking, hard and angry dicks -- at face level. I go for the older guy, the one who had sucked me, first. I swallow him down, returning the favor. Taking him down to the root and slowly back. My usual technique is slower and more playful but this is not the time. I suck him furiously, bobbing back and forth, one hand on his dick as my mouth works on him and the other hand jacking the other guy. My own dick is twitching and hard. After a few minutes, I go over to the younger guy and take his dick down, still jacking the other guy. It is almost without warning, just a loud grunt, and then the older guy shimmies a little and I feel his hot splooge dumping on my shoulder. I just have to laugh. Too cool. He gathers up his stuff and splits in no time flat, satisfied and done and he leaves. He wasn't here for love or a soul connection. It was to get off and he did. Mission accomplished. "You wanna fuck me?" the younger guy says. "Yeah" I say. Today seems like an assfucking kind of day. We go inside. He is on the bench in the middle supine, his legs up on the post. I slick up my pole with silicone lube and make sure his hole smeared down too. Then I slide it in nice and slow. "Oh, God." he groans. "Oh God. That is one fucking big dick. Fuck me with that big dick" What to do? Slow or fast? Make it last or pump and dump? Well, I have all ready creamed a guys ass once today, so I am not going to pop off quick. So, I go for hard and fast. Turns out that is what he wants too. I reach down and stroke him as I fuck him. THe guy from earlier is there, watching, hoping I suppose to join in. Maybe he will. I bang on this guys ass, a nice muscular ass. In the light, he is all man and I like it. He has body hair and muscles and the odor and hardness of a man and it is a turn on. I go to town, railing on his ass, hard and fast. "Goddamn,that feels good" I say. "Fuck" "Yeah, fuck me" he says. Skin to skin, I do fuck him. And it feels great. A truly great sensation. I have stamina too. It goes on for a while and he gets lost in his own passion, the sensuality of being violated. Another man enters, my age I guess. He walks around and rubs my ass as I do the bottom here. I lean over and kiss my bottom even as my hips continue to sway back and to, driving my hard cock into him. I am like an animal. Primal. I want his ass and I taking it. He grunts and groans. I moan a bit. "Fuck yeah" escapes my lips a few times. God it feels good, better this time than the previous. This guy is hotter too. I am still going strong as he throws his head back, flailing on his own hard dick. He is close. I am getting closer too. He flails at it, rubbing it hard. I pound him. Then a guttural groan escapes and he has the pained look of pending orgasm. Then, his dick explodes. Rope after rope of pearly white jizz shoot out, covering his chest. The sight of his cum is a huge turn on. I am on the verge now, very close. I bang away at it, hard as shit. He's cum and I need to. So I am railing on it. "Oh fuck" I say. "Oh fuck" He may have gotten fucked again that night, I don't know. But they went through my cum to do it. That's all I'll say. A normal, sane person would have called it a night at that point, gone back to the room and read a while or watched TV. Or maybe to the pool in the night air. I did do that. A fruity drink, a bit of socializing in the pool, now deserted except for me and a Greek guy from DC. After he leaves, I float a bit and swim. At the end of the pool at the cafe, a solitary man in sitting in the 2 person seat next to the pool. Hanging on to the edge, I chat. His name is Jim and he is from Kentucky. I knew it was something like that because his accent very nearly matches mine and I cannot pass for being anything other than what I am: from the Deep South. As it turns out, although he is to be staying there starting tomorrow as of tonight, he doesn't have a place to stay. I wish him luck and offer suggestions and even idly considered offering my bed in exchange for some survival sex but don't. By now, it's 10:30, maybe quarter of 11. I decide to check out the bar scene on a Saturday night in mid summer. I head out in the night, on foot, down to Duval and then on to the corner of Petronia. As I am right at Bourbon Street Pub, a cut boy in Trophy Boy underwear comes out of the bar to talk to another cut and cute boy in his underwear. I don't mind watching go go boys for a while. Alas, the place is dead. I go back to the garden bar, drink, watch a bit of the Florida-TCU College World Series on TV. even as some of the people staying at the hotel portion - New Orleans House- pile into the pool. After a drink, I head back up front. There is a single twink dancing on the bar. I consider Saloon One but decide to fuck it and head back. I wasn't that horny and would have been fine either way but I made one last trip for the night. If there was nothing, I was okay and would head back to my room or maybe a quick soak in the jacuzzi. As I say, no big deal. I may have had a towel on or maybe not. Sometimes I do and other times I figure I'll just go down the hall hardon leading the way. As I walk down the hall, an older guy, well older than me I think, but broad shouldered and fit, flat bellied, and hot silver fox, is going out, sliding past me. We look at each other briefly and I think it is a shame he is leaving. I get to the video room and it is empty. I figure that's the way it goes and no big deal. However, on the monitor is a bit of porn that I like. Miami Studio's and a straight, gay for pay, blond boy that a decade or more I whacked to named Lance. He has bluebirds on either side of his chest. I stand there and watch for a second. The guy who was leaving turned around and came back. I smile. Good. One more time. Honestly, I came for the sex. The food is good, the rooms are great, the service beyond reproach, and I like Key West. I like sailing and snorkeling and I don't mind the heat. But I come here for the sex, at least in part. So, it will be one last go. We kiss. OUr bodies next to each other, both male and hard, him harder than me, but with muscles and body hair. I am erect and he is too. I reach down and stroke him as we kiss. We don't speak and we don't have to. I want it and he wants it and we may just be convenient for each other but we are here now. I grease up my hand and slick down his dick. At this point, I am able to respond normally as a male despite having had two orgasms all ready. But I am not overwhelmed with horniness. I sink to my knees and use my mouth to make love to his dick. I am hard and stroking on my own prick as I work on his. Another man pushes his way through the plastic slats gaurding the entrance. My guy and me are wedged into the corner of the room. This guy, my age or a bit younger, a little bit a belly, fairly ordinary comes over and watches me go at it. The silver fox motions for him to stand on the padded bench. Now we have a three way. which is totally cool. I am at the point where whatever happens, happens and I don't have to force it. I will happily suck this guy off. I'll do the other guy too. Another guy pushes through the plastic slats. Young. Mid twenties at the latest. Probably younger than that. In shorts and a form fitting black tee. He is latin, honey colored skin, short black hair, a prime specimen of young manhood with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He comes over to where we are. He pulls his dick out, standing next to the Silver Fox. It is long, not as thick as mine, uncut and hard. Trimmed black pubes. It is in my face. So I jump on it. I love sucking an uncut dick. Love it. Ever since the Bel Ami videos first came out in the early 90's, I have had a bit of fetish about uncut dicks. Since then, I have had practice with them. This kid wants his dick sucked. I don't know his gig exactly, but he came in here for a reason. The same reason as me really. I swallow him down. Pull off, play with the foreskin, take him down. I suck him and then the Silver Fox. Stroke one and suck the other. One guy and then another comes in. I look up briefly and judge them not to be together. They are across the room and in front of the padded platform. The hispanic guy goes over there. I am a bit disappointed because the kid is hot as shit and I was enjoying sucking him off. But I have the Silver Fox still and his guy is on down and standing in front of me so that I can worship his cock too. So I am not bad off. Another guy comes through the plastic slats. That makes 7. This one is mid 30's, lean, nice bit of chest hair that he carries well and full beard. He is naked when he comes in. Well, he is hot as shit too. He goes for the Hispanic boy, kneels and sucks. At that point, Silver Fox moves over and stands with the Hispanic guy to get serviced. My jaw a little sore, I stand up to take a break. The guy I was sucking goes down to take my dick down. Well, that feels good. One of the other two guys has come over and helps out on my pole. I am standing next to the Silver Fox as we both get blown by different guys. "All this got started because of you," he said. I smile. I guess in a way I am proud. It is sordid and nasty, the way an orgy should be. But nobody here is innocent. We are not virgins or children. The straight world may not approve. It may even reinforce negative stereotypes about us as sex charged perverts. But this is a space for gay men. We don't have to make nice to the straight world. Yeah, I got this one started and I am glad. "Fuck me" the bearded guy says to the Silver Fox. That happens. Not on the platform where it should but on his back on the padded bench, his legs in the air. Silver Fox mounts him and fucks. It is hot as hell. I have the hispanic boy's cock in my mouth again. He is hot. I want it. He moves over to watch though after a few minutes. The other guys can't stay off of him either. Silver Fox, it should be said, can fuck. He is good at it. He fucks the living shit out of him. And it is hot watching him do it. However, when he is done, the bearded guy isn't. Who to fuck him now? Wordlessly, I indicate to the Hispanic kid that he can go for it if he wants. He seems like a total top to me, at least then. He received but didn't seem to give. But he doesn't go for it. Instead, his puts his lovely prick back in his pants and leaves. That is when it occurs to me that he might just be a young Latin guy, a very macho culture after all, just now trying on sexual activity with males. Ass fucking was too much, I guess. Not for me. I like it. And in it went. He is loose, a man well fucked. A bottom. I have to hunch down on my knees to do it but to fuck a hot a man a little inconvenience is worth it. Another guy moves over and takes the bearded guys dick in his hand to stroke him as I fuck him, which is a nice touch. I have cum twice today all ready. This will not be fast. In fact, he soon is panting and groaning, his face screwed up and contorted with impending orgasm. Oddly, I don't begrudge the guy doing the hand job -- I should because I am not close to orgasm and he is getting the bottom off too fast -- but I don't need to cum. Just having done it is good. He's a hot man and I have had him. "Oh fuck" he cries as he explodes, coating his hairy chest with rich white jizz. I pull out and slap him on the butt. "Thanks, dude" I say "Thank you" he pants. It's been a good day. I hope the rest of the vacation is just as good.