Date: Tue, 30 Jan 2018 01:50:24 +0000
From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com
Subject: Sexual Adventures chapter 26

			  TRUE SEXUAL ADVENTURES
				    By
		   Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin


DISCLAINER: 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.  If you find
homosexuality erotic, I hope you enjoy.

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					TWENTY SIX
				    The Walk of Shame
			       	  Island House Key West


	The whole week was kind of subdued and low energy, which was cool.
It was November and kind of tweener time, soon after the hurricane.  I was
tired and needed a vacation and it wasn't like i wasn't getting laid.  It
was just not as hopping as other times that I have gone. There was some eye
candy though.  All three of the Nathan's were cute although one was finer
than the other.  Some more too. There was a middle aged guy and his boy
toy, skinny and young, who wore assless jockstraps by the pool.  He was
cute and I talked to them some.  But it was Thurday and Happy Hour.  There
was only one knot of people in the pool for happy hour. I had a fruity
drink and was participating but the center of attention was a married
couple and their hangers on and I really was just kind of there.  On the
other side of the pool was a guy, sitting in the water on the steps by
himself.  I thought he was reasonably good looking -- salt and pepper hair
and a broad open face.  So, in hopes of something more than I would get
where I was, I made my way over to him.

	I introduced myself and his name was John.  We went through the
whole fraternity rush thing to find a topic of conversation: where are you
from, first time here or not, what do you do.  That sort of thing.  He was
from somewhere, I forget.  He did something. I forget. I remember that I
thought it was kind of uninteresting at the time but he was a nice guy and
easy to talk too and I had a bit of a buzz.  I mentioned something about a
drink and he said that he didn't drink alcohol. I felt kind of bad because
I was buzzed and clearly sucking a daiquiri or something.

	I am pretty sure I made the move first.  It doesn't take a lot of
bravery. We are two gay men in a pool, naked. I tug on mine a little, put a
hand on a hip, tug a bit more and then, if he doesn't object, take his junk
in your hand. Knead his balls, pull on his cock.  It goes from
there. Pretty soon we are all over each other. Not making out but
definitely moving toward that.  He tells me about his first time having
sex: 33 years old and a coworker made a move on him.  They were on a
business trip together and the other man booked a room with only one bed.
He had an agenda and it succeeded. It must have shown on my face but I was
stunned that a man would remain a virgin until 33. I am not sure i
understand the reason for it and definitely don't think that you should.

	"How about you?" he asked.

	"I guess I am at the other end. I was pretty young"

	I soft sell it.  I was 12 when a neighborhood boy of 15 introduced
me to masturbation and then oral sex.  The following year, a 17 year old
boy that I had a crush on essentially recruited me into a relationship with
a man in his 30's that lasted for 2 years. I soft sell because everybody
assumes things that aren't true.  You may read these adventures and suppose
that there is some deep seated psychological bullshit when the truth is
that I just like sex: the commited and loving kind and the down and dirty
pig sex. Of course, what the fuck does it matter?  I write stroke stories
for a hobby. Compared to the average male -- straight male, that is -- I
have had an enormous amount of anonymous sex. Judge me how you
want. Anyway, he doesn't psychoanalyze me and we are kind of increasingly
getting all over each other.

	He wants to go someplace more private to carry on.  I know that
means my room as he is staying over at the Equator.  As for me, I'd blow
him right there.  Put his ass on the side of the pool and get between his
legs, let whoever comes by see. But, he wants private and so we get up and
out of the pool, shivering a bit in the cool night air, and head down to
room 100.

	We are naked together in the failing light, two men on a soft bed,
facing each other and making out.  We are both hard.  He likes to kiss and
so do I and that works out. Having a body next to you, affectionate and
excited, is good.  I had no complaints.

	"This is the part I like best, the kissing and touching" he said.

	Well, yeah, I guess. I like kissing.  I like the intimacy of it. Of
course, the sucking and fucking have their charms too. Let's not forget.  I
humor him, though, kissing and touching and rubbing together.  I take his
dick in my hand as we continue to kiss.  I know I am going to suck it. It's
just a matter of time and how much depends on the vibe I get from him.  I
want to have as much foreplay or making out as he wants but not so much it
deters us from more pressing matters.

	I scoot down on the bed and take his cock in my mouth.  All the way
in.  Then I pull slowly off it.  Who doesn't like a blowjob?  I love giving
them and this has taken long enough to get started. I don't mind the
kissing, in fact I love kissing men, but we have dicks for a reason.  Time
to get going.  So I did, sucking him off.

	He lets me do it and I think I am doing a pretty good job. I am
making love with my mouth to his penis.  Cool, right?  I thought so.
Besides, I'm enjoying it.

	"Let me show you something." He says, pulling me off his
dick. "Lean back on the bed"

	Well, I'm game for anything.  So I do.  He explains that he has
been to some class or other that taught about sensual masturbation, like
tantric masturbation.  So he's going to give me a handjob and all I have to
do is relax and surrender control.  Well, okay. As I say, I am up for
anything.  And here's the thing: masturbation is good.  I like
masturbation.  Been doing it since I was, well, too young to shoot anything
out.  I am an expert in it, at least as far as my dick is concerned.  What
he is doing is feeling pretty good.  But sex is a participation sport.  My
hands creep in to touch.  He jokingly tells me to be patient and let him do
his thing.

	I suck at this.  I am an active party, not passive.  Even getting
fucked. I want more than this.

	The hands creep in again.  He puts them aside. I want at his dick.
He is stroking mine.

	"Oh damn. I didn't realize the time.  I am supposed to meet my
friends for dinner"

	I look over at the clock.  It's after 7. It's a plausible story but
we are having sex.  I would just be late and apologize.

	"I need to go.  I'll be back later on but I'll understand you find
someone else. I'm the one leaving so .... I hate too but"

	I shrug. "Okay"

	What can you say?  He's leaving. I know he won't be back. There is
a small chance he will but he won't be hooking up with me. I am horned up
and ready to go and he has issues, I think. Anyway, nobody has to do
anything they don't want to do and he doesn't want to do it with me.
That's cool.  He can move on and so can I.  I am going in search of some
action and the dirtier and nastier it is the better I am going to like
it. I'm sure as shit not waiting around for the promise of maybe a hand
job. Plus, I know my options for pig sex.

	It's the walk of shame.  The video lounge, the red room.

	There is a local guy I know in the red room. The backstory is that
in the summer I went on the Blu Q for the sunday Sandbar swim with a couple
from Charlotte and a dozen local gay guys.  This guy was the one I hit on
unmercifully. Nothing happened.  For one thing, he didn't actually swimm
but stayed on the boat.  For me, the purpose of the trip was to swim naked
in the ocean and so I wasn't that interested in doing anything but
that. Later on, after the cruise that night, he was at Island House and I
am still hitting on him and not getting anywhere.  Now he is here.  He is
hard. I am horny.  This is going to work out fine.

	He is sitting on the upper tier of the cross benches at the head of
the room. I get between his legs and take his cock in my mouth.  I lick up
the shaft roughly and then lick his balls before taking it all down and in
my mouth.  Back on the boat in the summer, I had not seen him naked.  Now
that I had, it was a hell of a sight. I was finally getting what I wanted.
I took it down and slowly came back up, sliding it along the shaft and
stroking my own engorged cock as I did.  Trust me, I was happy to.  He held
my head and pushed me down on his cock, average sized but pretty, until I
choked. Fighting the gag, I pulled off but then dived back down.  He bucked
his hips and face fucked me.  He wanted it.

	Okay.

	SO I bobbed up and down on it, grabbing his hardness at the base
and stroking it as went back and to.  I could taste his precum, salty and
sticky

	"I want to fuck you" He said.  "Get up there"

	As it happens, I want to see his face as he does it.  I don't
protest at all.  I am putty in his hands. Had he been a bottom, that would
have been better but I knew or suspected he wasn't from the start.  I am
laying on the padded platform, my legs apart and my knees hooked over some
handholds at exactly the perfect height.

	There is no foreplay. He greases his dick up and just rams it in,
hard and fast. And it hurts too.  I mean, I am being ripped fucking
apart. Somewhere in my conscious mind I think that I really should bottom
more. But I have to just endure the pain for now until I get used to it.

	When he moved is when it happened. It felt pretty good. Real
fucking good.  He moved more and then began to fuck me. I had to grab my
cock and keep it hard as he did it, trying to coax as much pleasure out of
it as I can. He is fucking me slowly.

	"God you're tight" he said

	Well, yeah.  But tight is good.  At least I think it is.  That dick
in there feels right to me. Full up down there, pressing against my
prostate and flooding my brain with the signal that all is good.  He grunts
and I grunt and God fucking damn.

	"Oh, yeah, fuck me hard" I hear myself say.  And I know I want
that.

	He does.  Not all at once. He ramps up, getting harder and
faster. I am flogging myself and the sensation in my ass is just right.
Then harder and more of it.  faster and more.  Now he is really just
fucking me and I am lost in my pleasure, losing sense of what is around me.
Are there people?  I don't know.  Take your cock out and cum on my face if
you are there.

	"Oh God, oh yeah.  That's it, fuck me. Fuck me" I say

	He grunts and goes harder.  His sweat drips on me and I am rough
stroking myself.  He pushes my legs forward and leans in.  He's
close. Closer than I am though.  I can tell.  It is harder but mow more
ragged.  I am having trouble breathing, staying awake and alive as the pure
sensual energy flows over me.  He is closer. The little death.  Then he
rams it in and stops.

	I have an ass full of jizz. I am happy. I wanted him and I got him.
He gathers up his shit and leaves. I do too.  There are two other guys
there but I don't really care.  Not them and not now.

	A little while later, I am naked in the pool and it is nearly 10.
The water is like bathwater and there is just enough coolness in the air
that it is better to stay in the pool than get out but I think I would be
happier in the jacuzzi.  So braving the low 70's temperatures, I get out
towel off and head down the breezeway past my room to the outdoor
hottub. The middle aged guy and his boy toy are there as I ease into the
warm water.

	The older one is Lee and the younger Ethan. That's not their real
names. of course. We talk for a while and turns out there is a connection.
I have been in the city they live in a number of times and we have all been
to the same bathhouse there but I have not seen them or they me. But I am
amazed that through work, they know my ex, or at least Lee does through
work. Ethan is an alleged student.  I take it they have done it with him.
If so, good for them and him.

	Here's the thing: I haven't cum yet.  I want to and I am going to.
I would happily hold little Ethan down and fuck the ever loving cum out of
him. But I judge that was not to be.  After a nice long conversation that
drifted through several topics, I wish them well and head back to my room.
Porn is on.  Two beautiful black boys. Cool.

	It's after 11.  One last walk on the walk of shame.  As predicted,
my guy from earlier in the evening has not shown back up.  His loss.  I
take a small jar of Elbow Grease with me as I go, a towel in my hand, fully
naked and fully hard.  Something is going to give.  From Room 100, it is up
the stairs and around two sides and there it is.

	Lee was holding the door open for Ethan.

	Damn. Best case, this is good luck.  Worst case, they don't like
the vibe or they don't want me and I got my hopes up for nothing.  It's
only about 10 feet and we'll see soon.

	Lee doesn't move.  He is still holding the door open.  "After you"
he says, I think with a smile.

	I smile too, a bit sheepish. "Thanks"

	Ethan is standing in the hallway, just before the heavy plastic
slats, wrapped in a towel, this thin and skinny but well bronzed torso
showing.  "Nice" he says, reaching out for my cock.

	So definitely working out.  I really want them to go first because
the boy is going to be the deciding factor what does or doesn't happen and
where. But I am the one really who is blocking the hall way.  So, I turn
and head in, down the hallway and turn the corner at the room.  There are
two men, both older in the there, one naked and stroking, the other just
sitting there.  I've looked in and move past instead of barging in.  Ethan
peers in and looks at Lee.  In that split second, before it all goes to
hell, I continue around the corner to the small hall way outside the trio
of stalls for glory holes. If they follow, then it's happening.

	Ethan does follow and, in the red light on that tight space, he
lets the towel drop. "Suck it daddy" he says.

	The kid is hung.  Hung like a horse.  He is one of those skinny
kids that is seriously packing, long and thick.  It is so big that it
probably only swells a bit when hard and really doesn't stick up much.  He
wants it sucked, then he will get it suck by God.  He's as cute as a
button.

	Lee is behind him, his arms wrapped around his torso as I struggle
to get his swollen pride in my mouth without chocking.  He is kissing on
his little boy toy. I don't know how long they've been together but this
kid is barely over 18, I judge.  But he is and he is fair game.  I suck on
that big tool.

	"You want that big daddy dick?" Lee says to him in whisper.

	"FUck me. Fuck me till I cum" Ethan said.

	Oh, I can definitely do that.

	He is at the end of the hall, bent over.  I get behind him and put
the Elbow Grease on my dick.  His hole was been pre-lubed. He walked in to
get fucked. And while his lover looks on, I do the deed. He is bent over
and I am behind him and I slide it in.

	"Fuck him. He can take it." Lee said, patting me on the ass.

	Well, if Daddy says, who am I to argue?  My crotch is on his ass
and I pull back, almost to the point of my dick coming out and then slam
forward hard.  He groans as I do.  He liked that.  So, I repeat it a couple
more times.  But then the good feeling of ass fucking comes on and I quit
being cute and just fuck him.  Not hard and fast, but nice and steady. I
want to enjoy it, savor it. It isn't every day that I do a cute as shit
little twink, probably not out of his teens.  The fact that his lover is
looking on, well that has happened to me before but this is a million times
cuter.  So I am fucking him, in and out and the whole slapping thing.  My
crotch meets his ass.

	I sense movement behind me.  I know Lee is there.  He is egging me
on.  But there is someone else there too, watching.  I wonder, idly,
whether he will have a chance to get his freak on with the kid. Maybe he
will, maybe he won't.  I am and that's what counts.

	"Mark said you had a good dick and could fuck" Lee said.  Mark is
my ex.

	I bury my cock in him and wiggle a bit. He purrs.  "Mark never
complained.  Did you fuck him, Ethan, with that big dick?  He's a size
queen"

	"We both did" Lee said. "But if it bothers you ..."

	I grab little Ethan by the hips and draw him on back, burying my
cock up into him again and then I just wail on his ass for a long minute,
fucking him savagely hard.

	"I think it's hot" I say as I slow down.  Mark was hot, our
problems were never sexual and I would have been disappointed if he had
passed up sex with these. I just wish I could have seen the skinny little
twink fuck Mark, who is a grown man.  That would have been
interesting. Then I go back to just pounding him.

	The thing is that sex doesn't last forever. Fucking doesn't. At a
certain point, it is involuntary. But I feel it rising.  So I pull out to
give Lee his turn.

	"Did you cum>?"  he asked. I shake my head. "Go for it, drop your
load"

	So I slam it back in.  Ethan grunts as he gets penetrated.  This
time I am not gentle at all. I folded over him, holding him close into me
with my forearm wrapped around his midriff, pulling him as I fuck him. I am
going to town and Ethan is whimpering a bit.  He is not a virgin, I
promise, but he is young. Young but old enough easily.  I just bang on it.

	"Fuck him" I head the other voice say.

	Yeah, okay. Never thought of that.  Right now, though, I don't have
long but no part of my mind is parcelling out and limiting it.  I am going
for the gold. Pound, pound, pound.

	"Oh fuck" I call out. "Fucking goddamn"

	Then a grunt and the semen just pours out of me into his ass as a
wave of sheer ecstasy sweeps over me.

	"Oh wow, goddamn" I say as I pull out.

	"He's a hot little fucker, huh?"  Lee said

	"Damn straight.  That was fun" I say, leaning over and kissing the
kid one last time.  Lee pushes past me and mounts up his little lover.
It's worked out pretty well for me.  I push past the other guy in the
hallway, an older guy.

	"That was hot" he said.

	'Sure as shit" I say.


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