Date: Thu, 8 Jun 2017 00:31:14 +0000 From: Jesse Gibson Subject: Sexual Adventures 16 & 17 TRUE SEXUAL ADVENTURES By Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin Copyright 2017 Disclaimer: The stories are based on actual events. They are primarily anonymous sexual encounters and are homosexual in nature with unsafe sexual practices including bare backing. If you find this objectionable, please do not read. If you find it erotic, enjoy. Complaints, compliments, comments to revjpgibson@hotmmail.com Please remember to contribute to Nifty to keep the stories coming SIXTEEN THREE IN THE ASS. FIVE WITH THE MOUTH MANIFESt 4U, Atlanta GA Manifest 4U is, like NIfty, a non-profit. I don't know how you run a sex club as a charity but they do. It had been long enough since I had been there last that I had to pay again for a membership, another $10. I get a lock so I can ditch my wallet, glasses and my shirt in one of the lockers. I am in a pair of shorts and flip flops, no underwear. I give the place a quick once through, just checking. Actually at that point, there wasn't that much going on. The club is in a warehouse area but that long building in front consisted of a non-denominational church, a gay sex club and then a gay bar, The Jungle. Parking was limited, and I actually had to park up the hill on the street, but most of the vehicles were for the gay dance club. I go down one hall to the end and nothing. The area at the front is where they show porn projected onto a big screen with a trio of soft comfy chairs that I use for decompressing. Over on the other side of the room are two lightly curtained off areas set up like living rooms with different porn playing. There was only one guy and was he just sitting there watching but not stroking. I go down the other hall and go around the area with the sling and the dungeon and the St Andrew's cross. At the back end, just by the smoking room, is the steep three tier porn theatre that is conveniently dark if the feeling strikes. I watch a little, probably stroked some before tucking it in and heading back out. On the way, I duck into the dark area to see what there is to see. A guy is on his knees tending to a man''s dick. I take my dick out and start stroking on it as I watch. There is a body next to me. Shorter than me. Rounder than me, I think. He reaches out and touches my dick. I reach down for his, hard like steel but not big. "Come on, let's go to a room" he says. Why not? There's not much happening otherwise. He leads me slightly up the hall and into a room. There is a platform running the length of the room and there is a TV. I want to reach up and see how much porn they have playing but the guy is all over me. He is short, probably no more than 5' 6" and very nearly bald. He has a gut. sadly, I don't find him all that attractive. He is eager though. That's something. He starts sucking me off. I am sitting on the edge of the platform and he on his knees between my legs, gobbling up my dick. His own dick is hard, I don't mind the blow job and he is actually fairly good at it but this isn't really what I came her for. But for now, this is what I am doing. Guys like him often give really good blowjobs. I strip off, completely naked and he does to, now that he is behind a closed door. I find that silly. This is a sex club. Everybody here is looking for sex with other men. Every single person here. What is the fucking point of privacy and modesty? What does it fucking matter? It actually is counterproductive. I would have left the door open personally. A hot mouth is a hot mouth. I'll say that. He is sucking me for all it's worth. After a while though, I've had enough of it. I don't want to cum here and now. The night is young and there is cruising to do. I want to blow him off but I inadvertently lead him on. I'm not sure how. "I'll go and get a good clean out and catch up with you in a little while" he says "Okay" You're going to douche here? Jesus fucking Christ, I cleaned out the shitter before I decamped over. Be prepared. I don't know, maybe he is married and his wife would would suspect something if he were giving himself enemas just before going out. Either way, do what you got to do but it is time to move on. I dress and head back up to the front where they have the porn playing, just to lounge and watch. Maybe to get an edge back on my horniness. After a while, I head back out, down to the other end. There is more porn there. Three steeply inclined levels built of wood with wooden benches. The porn is projected onto a screen. It's not as bad a set up as you would imagine. I have found that while on the first or second levels, you are at crotch height for the level above. Standing to suck is such a luxury. There is a guy on the second level, naked and legs apart, with another guy between them giving him one hell of a blowjob. The way I figure it, if you are having sex like that around here in the open, then you don't object to people watching. I know I don't. In fact, it's part of the fun. I stand over them on the third level and watch, pulling out my dick to stroke. I watch and stroke for a minute. Both guys are above average in fitness for sex club denizens and the action is hot. Then the seated guy reaches up to put his hand on my slicked up prick to give me a hand job as he gets sucked. Nice gesture, I think. So I let him. Another guy climbs the stairs to where we are, the porn theatre where the porn is being ignored. He stands in the second level. I am still getting stroked. He motions to me. I step over to the side a little bit and move up to the rail. His mouth is at the height of my dick and in it goes. Warm, wet and nasty. This is better. A blow job is a wonderful thing. It really is. Honestly, in my gay life, oral has been 2/3 of the sex I have had, more than anal. I like to give and to receive. In fact, I just like dick generally, touching them and holding them, sucking them. And this blow job feels pretty good, far better than the previous and that was pretty good. The seated guy stirs. "Oh, fuck, I gotta get up, I got a cramp" He struggles up, his fellator stands up too. suddenly the dynamic changes. None of us really want to stop it seems, not even the seated guy, but he is stretching out a cramp that appears to be in his lats. The guy blowing him wants another dick. He goes after the guy blowing me. So, now I am back to stroking. That won't do. I head down to the second level and dive into the melee. I figure all four of us can pile in together and something fun is likely to bloom out. You put a sufficient number of gay men in close proximity, naked and horny, something is bound to happen. Something good. I get kissed and my ass kneaded. A hand goes on my dick, hard and sticking straight out. A Filipino guy appears, short and lean, cute but not still a twink. Older than that, late 30's maybe but nice. He has unshaved pubes and an uncut dick. He starts out in the mix with us on the second level but it is crowded. Up above on the third level, there are two other guys watching and stroking but not participating. Maybe they will later and maybe not. I am going after the Filipino guy because I want him. I want that dick, which is not big or long or thick but is proportional to him, but I would really like a chance at that ass. I am in a three man pile right now, rubbing and kissing and stroking. The Filipino guy bails and heads up to the third level. That suits me. I can move over and begin to suck him. So, yeah, I like dick. I like dick a lot. I like touching them and I like sucking them. I don't understand being gay and never having a dick in your mouth. It is strange to me. Being on my knees sucking cock doesn't emasculate me. Not at all. I am a man. I like being a man. In fact, I like masculinity so much that I want to have sex with other men. And right now, that's the dick I want. He moves up to the railing, his prick hard. I get to it. I swallow him whole, all the way down to the root, my nose nestling his thick black pubes. PUlling back, I use the suction to pull his foreskin out all the way past the head of his penis. I nibble on it with my lips. I feel a mouth on my dick. The best. I stroke my Asian boy as I swirl my tongue around the bright cherry red head and pull his foreskin tight up again. Then I take him down all the way. Another guy steps up to the rail. I'm not bailing on the dick I have now but I reach up to stroke him as I blow the one I am on. He's horny and he wants to play. I am welcoming him to the group. The more the merrier. We do that for a while but the guy that I am stroking kind of takes over on the Filipino from me. It sucks but that is the environment of the sex club. No encounter is permanent. We are not in love, merely in lust and going after the satisfaction of the moment. I soon find myself up next to the original cocksucker. He goes for my dick. So, 45 minutes ago I was worried that there was nothing going on and I was beginning to settle for an encounter with a guy that didn't do much for me and now I am in the middle of some stand up orgy I guess. At any rate there is about 8 of us going at it on 2 levels in the back corner of a sex club with gay porn being projected onto large screen in front of us. All I can say is cool. The original cocksucker is bent over, his ass pointed my way. He wants to be fucked. We are kind of mashed in together but I grab ahold of my unit and guide myself into him. Slick and wet and tight enough. It feels good. I fuck him steady and regular, nice long strokes. Bareback, skin on skin, I am not sure if he has been fucked tonight all ready but it doesn't matter. I bang on it any way. I am being watched and my ass is being rubbed and I don't care. Modesty is counterproductive in a place like this. The meek may inherit the earth but they get no ass. I am getting some ass. But the scene is beginning to peter out a bit and I know I am not going to come just yet. I am enjoying fucking him but not enough to nut. I got a ways before I drop a load. After a while, good disciplined, I pull out and shove my dick back in my pants as I pull them up. "I'd suck your dick but not since it's been in a guys ass" one of the guys next to me says. Fair enough. He's douched well I think and what is rimming anyway but putting your tongue all in and around an asshole? But whatever. If that's your rule, I respect it. Honestly, at this point, now I am not really looking for blowjobs anyway. I want some ass. It is there on the other hallway on the far side away from where I was. A man laying ass up with the door open. I had wandered around looking and gauging the action for a little while after leaving the theatre area and I wasn't hard. I duck into the first room on that hallway, knowing that it has a recliner and a small TV with porn on it. I know this because on my previous trip I had fucked a middle eastern type guy, circumcised so I assume Muslim or Jewish, in that room with him on top of me in that chair. That was pretty hot too. So, I duck into the room, unbuckle, turn the porn on to stroke myself hard. Middle age sucks. Once, I would have been instantly hard and ready to go. Now it takes some work. But the tool is adequate for the task and he responds appropriately to the stimulus. I head back. I thwack the guy on the ass, to let him know I am there. He is black, has a nice ass and appears fairly fit from what I can tell as lays facedown on the padded platform. He is going to get some ass play first. It's a finger in the ass and then a tongue. Up and in around the asshole. He stirs and moans. A good bottom wants his ass played with. It's a weird sort of foreplay. But the main event is a stiff prick up in there. The door is still open as I get up on the platform and get between his legs but it is not a heavily trafficked area and we might as well be in my bedroom. No matter. He is a hot bottom and I am officially pretty fucking horny. I am between his legs, a nice bit of hair with muscles and firm ass awaiting my prick. The weight of my body goes on his. I am greased. He is too. I spread the cheeks. Like a missile, I ram myself into him. It is hard in but then I stop. "Ohhh, yeah" He moans. It isn't tight. He is well fucked. No matter. What did i expect? He is the kind of guy that is in a room in sex club in a jock strap, ass up waiting to get fucked. Virgins don't do that. Hardcore bottoms do. I know he can take whatever I dish out. "Fuck me with that big dick" he says. He shifts his ass under my weight. Good. I slowly pull it back, nearly all the way, then slowly slide it back all the way in. Slow and teasing. Then nearly all the way back out. Then I bang the living shit out of him. Hard in. You can hear the sound of my body banging against his reverberating down the hall. Slowly back out and slowly back in. Bam. Hard stroke in. "Ohhh" he grunts in an exhale with sharp slap of my cock in his ass. Then I just fuck him. In and out, a little wiggle, put a bit of motion in it. At this point, I think I am sweaty. It's been a while and I have played some. Enough that I am horny. I am enjoying fucking him. It feels good. And he isn't just laying there. There is motion underneath too. I know that this is one, the one I will shoot in. He will take the load. We don't speak, just kind of grunt and moan. Anyone within 20 feet can hear the sound of our bodies slapping together. They could hear the moaning. They could probably even smell the sex. My dick is hard like steel and the sweat is dripping off. I am enjoying taking his ass right here. I will do the pump and dump - and it has some real appeal sometimes - even if usually I like sex to have a beginning. middle and end. This one is fuck, cum and leave. THe fucking is tremendous, the sensation of it everything that sordid, nasty sex should be. Soon, very soon now, I will cum. Very soon. Now he is just laying there as I pile drive him. I grunt with each hard stroke. My balls are pulled up against my body. I am breathing heavily. "Ohh, fuck" I spit out the words in loud gasp. "Oh, fuck" I pull out, the cum still dripping off of my dick. I pick up my pants and exit the room still naked, duck into the room next door to dress. I am happy but I am not ready to leave. Even if I don't fuck again, I still just like the atmosphere here: queer and masculine, sexual and nasty. Unlike a bathhouse, I don't have a room to retire to for decompression. But there is the soft chair in the front room showing the porn so I go there to hang out for a while. This is the point you have to decide. Have I had enough trouble for one night? Or am I greedy pig? I am watchig the porn, mostly idly at first and not even horny but then with greater attention. Greater attention and greater desire. I am a pig. I admit it. I have had a good night but maybe it can be a great night. There are more guys around now and greater promise of action. The action is taking place in the dark room. As dark spaces go, it isn't that dark. You can see despite the dim light. The dark room at the Ybor Resort in Tampa is black like ink. Club Orlando is a few degrees brighter but still very dark. This isn't. It almost has mood lighting. Right now there were about a dozen guys loitering around the central area, mostly watching a half dozen go at it. The centerpiece is a guy bent over the end of the bench across the far wall getting ass fucked. There were also two guys getting serviced by all comers. A hot scene. I am standing there stroking my softened dick, taking in the scene. A guy comes up next to me. "You wanna go get a room?" It is the short round guy from earlier. "You can fuck me" I don't want to fuck him, not really. I would if I had no other option but I do. And I don't want to leave what might break out into a full fledged orgy at any moment. Why would I? Modesty is fucked. Privacy is overrated. This is a gay sex club. Get over it. Rock out with your cock out. "I'm not even hard dude" I say. "I don't know if I can even get it up" Take the blame on myself. He moves off, I hope with his feelings intact. Of course, if they were temporarily that would rapidly change. The guy topping grunts and unloads. He pulls out. I am surprised that no one is jumping in to take his place. It is a long few seconds and the bottom begins to straighten up when it is obvious no one is going to jump in and pleasure his hole. That's when I make my move. I move up and put my hand on the small of his back and push him down gently. Your next infusion has arrived. Fucking in a crowd. No shame, no modesty, no privacy, no affection, just pure carnal lust. It's not a tight ass but a guy bent over here wouldn't be, would it? He's been well fucked. Of course, this is my second load so I have some staying power. I fuck him while others around me kiss and grope and suck. I hear behind me the tell tale sounds of fucking. Someone has retreated into the shadows and is going at it. That'll attract a crowd. But I have this guy and I going to fuck him. I am going to fuck him and who knows how many loads have been shot in there. They only grease the hole as far as I am concerned. There will be one more. He strokes himself as I fuck him. I hope he does get off. That after all is the point. That is why you come to a place like this. SEVENTEEN HOW I MET MY NEW BOYFRIEND Southern Nights Atlanta GA Saturday night and I want to get laid. I am now no longer with my former partner and so the easy path to orgasm is closed off. I can go to Heretic or BJ Roosters, two gay bars near where I happen to be. Chit chat, seduction, double entendres, it all seems like more work than I want right now. Grindr is possible or Squirt.org. If I wasn't tired, any of them would be okay. But, right now, I just want to have sex efficiently: blow and go or pump and dump. A human connection might be more rewarding but I just want to have an orgasm that involves another person but without the work of making a connection. Tokyo Valentino is a cool space, the coolest space ever for that kind of place. But the transvestites and working boys have taken over, especially upstairs. So Southern Nights is in some ways better. It is just a traditional video arcade but the clientele is right. Entrance is 15 bucks but they give you a coupon for the machine worth 5 bucks. I make a pass through the area. It is in the fartherest room that the interesing shit happens. I once had a brief fourway on the far side of the last row of booths. This night, nothing, not even lurkers. I find a booth, one with a glory hole, and go inside, leaving the door unlocked. Arcade etiquette: if you want company, leave the door unlocked. I don't even have the coupon in the slot when the door opens. The guy coming in is a black guy, probably in his thirties with round granny glasses and hair below his shoulder blades, all in corn rows. I think he is hot. I am white but my last boyfriend was black. "Want me to suck your dick?" he says simply as he sinks to his knees. "Well, yeah" I say, even though I am not hard yet. I have on khaki shorts and a jock. That gets undone and drops to the floor. He takes my soft dick in his mouth. Needless to say, it doesn't take long before the softness is remedied. The porn isn't playing but it doesn't matter. I have a hot mouth on my hard dick. He is good too. It is a first class blow job. Hands and motion and suction and tongue action. He has it going on. As he blows me, he reaches up to my belly and chest, rubbing me. I pull off my shirt to let him get at my hairy chest. Basically at this point, I am naked. My new friend isn't but he clearly has a fine body and I would really like to see it. The door opens again and another guy, an older white guy, steps in. He stands off to the side, drops his pants and starts to stroke himself as he watches us doing our thing. It is a bit crowded but we are okay with three. But, and here's the thing, the guy I am attracted to is on his knees. I don't care much about the newcomer. If he wants to watch, fine. I'll probably stroke him because I figure everybody here wants to get off same as me and I am cool with that. Then he starts talking. "Yeah, my wife said this place was hot." he said. "She's with her friends and she told me to come here and get my ass fucked. Not to come home until I did. She's been here before with me, my wife" I ignore him. I am concentrating on the black guy and the number he is doing on my dick. Good damn, it does feel good too. I am hot as shit for this guy too. I get him to stand up. We are about the same height. I lean forward and kiss him. Well, it turns out he likes to kiss. I mean really likes it. We are kissing passionately, two horny queers in a little booth together, our tongues intertwined. And he is as good a kisser as he is a cocksucker. "Oh, man, that's wild. That is so hot" the other guy says. I figure he is drunk. I don't care. I've been drunk too. I have even had sloppy drunk sex before. But he is kind of annoying me. Two men kissing is wild? Fuck off. You have a hard on watching someone get a blowjob and kissing is wild to you? Whatever. My guy, though, is loving it. He kissing me hard and passionately. I have my hands under his shirt, rubbing on his hard body. I got to his tits and give them a little tweak. He stops and gasps. He likes that. Cool. I pull up his shirt and go for the nipples with my mouth, sucking on one even as his shirt falls back on my head, before nibbling on it with my teeth. He pulls his shirt off. "Oh damn, that is hot" the other guy says. I reach down for his crotch. He is hard as a rock. Well, I am going for that. There is no way I am not going to suck him off too. We may trade off, I think we will, but I am going for that cock. I fumble at the fly and he helps me. He keeps his shorts on but his dick sticks out from it. He doesn't have underwear on. Big black cock is a stereotype. I know that. I have been with plenty of black guys in my life, my recent lover being one. In general, blacks are not necessarily better hung than whites, not necessarily. But he is. Not huge. We are about the same, with him being a bit thicker. It's a mouthful though. I go for it, taking him down. "Oh, damn, my wife said this place was hot. She wants me to get my ass fucked before I go back home. I can fuck her but I have to get fucked in the ass first." "Yeah, you said" my guy says. He clearly has had enough of him too. I am siting there, sucking him, enjoying it but he wants to kiss some more. I am down with that. I like kissing hot men. I only wish he was naked completely on a bed and really going at it. I sense that he wants more than a quick blowjob in a video booth and was amazed and aroused when the guy he was blowing wanted to kiss. As it happens. our bodies are mashed together, our dicks hard and pressed between us as we kiss. "That is so hot, so sexy" the other guy says as he strokes himself. I ignore him. He goes back down to my dick, opens up and swallows me down, the sensitive head pushing past his tongue as that massages the shaft. He is an outstanding cocksucker. "You want a piece of this ass?" the other guy says. "My wife said not to come home if I didn't get fucked" Okay. I have officially had enough of his drunk ass shit. We've been ignoring him but he won't leave. "Look, dude, I don't give a shit about your fucking wife" I say, pissed. "I am fucking queer. I don't need to hear about women" I want to be clear: I am not opposed to bisexuality. Not at all. I have even done a story for Nifty about bisexual college boys. I know from being gay that you are what you are. I get it. But this prick probably doesn't even have a wife. He's just drunk and doesn't want to present as gay. Fuck it. Who needs it? "I thought you wanted some ass" he says, pouting. "His" I say, my hands resting on the thick cornrows of the hot guy blowing me. I hate having to be a dick about it but he finally got the message and pulls up his pants and leaves. Now, me and hottie can get to it. "I'm on PrEP" he says "Me too" I reach down and put some lube on my dick. A generous helping and some on my fingers. I have no idea if he is douched or greased up or what but at this point I don't care. He is very hot and I am very into him. I really want to fuck him. He leans over and put a finger and then two in his hole. I grab my dick and guide it in. Once in, he straightens up. We are pressed together, him and me. Our bodies are tight against one another. I am in him. I have a hand on his chest and one around his waist. I get his hard dick in my hand. I move. He does. We shift. Then I stroke, slowly and ever so slowly back and to. He puts his head back on my shoulder. He is loving it. I am too. The door opens. A guy sees us together like that and backs away. Usually, I would want him to stay but not this time. I want to enjoy this right here right now. My dick in this beautiful body. I slowly fuck him again. "Ohh, I like that. That feels good" he says "Oh, fuck" I wish I could find the words. I guess at this point, words don't matter. I pick up speed, at little faster and a little harder. He shifts under me. He moans. I speed up, a little harder now. God, it feels good. But he wants it even harder. I want to last. I want to fuck him for ages. I think the guy is incredibly sexy and I am enjoying everything about this. I want it. I want him to have it to, to enjoy it. But the body does what that the body is going to do. You know when it starts. It's not usually a surprise, unless you cum too quick, because it grows in intensity like it is here. "I'm gonna cum" I tell him. This is your chance. "Cum in my ass" "OH fucking shit" I moan in pure pleasure as I fill him with hot jizz. I suck him but he mostly jacks himself, fast and furious, and then I drink his load down. "I'd like to see you again" he says. I smile. "Yeah me too" I give him my name and he gives me his - Tony- and I give him my number. When he calls me, I have his number. I will say this: sex in a bedroom was even better.