Date: Wed, 22 Aug 2018 10:00:28 +0000 From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com Subject: Sexual Adventures 33& 34 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. Complaints, compliments and comments to revjpgibson@hotmail.com Please remember to donate to Nifty to keep the stories coming THIRTY THREE Three One Night and Each Better Than The Last Pure Pleasure Express, Orange Heights, FL The weekend before July 4th and I am in the area. Saturday night and it's boring so I excuse myself, pleading tiredness, but make the drive over. It's definitely out of the high rent district and you have to be coming there on purpose. As I pull in it's just turning to dusk but the crowd seems reasonable, judging from the parking lot. There is a lurker or two in cars but there are about 8 or 10 other vehicles, so there are possibilities. I'm wearing a pair of polyester gym shorts, medium length but no built in webbing. I'm free balling it. A gray T shirt and flip flops. I need to piss as I got there and go through the booth area and go into the scuzzy bathroom to drain the main vein. I don't lock or even close the door tightly. You know, just in case someone would rather I piss down their throats. I can be accomodating. When done, I scout out the booths and there is nothing happening. A couple of them have tape across the entrance marking them off as out of order. So, I go up and pay the twenty bucks for the theatre. It's pussy porn but you never know and I have to pay to find out. Sometimes, a chick will be there and the men are like dogs with an itch. Other times, there are no women but there is a definite hetero vibe. Other times, not so much. As I walk in, a middle aged guy with a gut is coming out. I stand against the wall in the back, getting a lay of the land, as he heads out. He stops at the back, looking forward and seems clearly frustrated or upset. He was on the first couch in the middle row and I sense that he thought the guy he was there with was going to go to the booths with him for some one on one. But that guy doesn't seem to be moving. I don't make a move at this point as I figure things will play out. I go to the first couch on the front row and sink into it. I wear these shorts for a reason. I lube a hand and can get at my dick to jack off without having to undress or unzip. If for some reason the shit should go down, It's nothing to be fully clothed in 2 nanoseconds. On the other hand, if I need to be undressed, it's easy to pull off and then back on when needed. So, I am stroking it watching a black haired chick with a shaved pussy get banged by a fairly hot looking muscular guy. The guy that had left for the booth, the guy with the gut, comes up and sits next to me on the couch. There is an empty couch next to me so he is making his intentions pretty plain. I look over at him but I don't quit jacking. He reaches over and takes my dick in his hand. I let him. I have it out through my right leg and he has to reach across my body to get it but that's cool. I reach over for his crotch. He's all zipped up. But he's hard. I fumble around with the zipper, making no progress as he strokes me until he reaches over and undoes the zipper. As he does, I pull down my shorts, freeing everything. Once he gets loose, I ram my hand into his pants and get my hand on his hard dick. He's not hung. But I figure he's not there to top anyway. He leans over and takes my dick in his mouth. There are a half dozen guys scattered about watching pussy porn but I figure they have no cause to object to our getting our freak on. I mean, fuck. It's a porn theatre. It's not like it's fucking family friendly. It's a pretty good blowjob. I'm enjoying it. I'm not turned on by the guy but I am still stroking him because he deserves to be touched as he services me. He has a wedding ring. He's not the first guy that's been married that I've done it with. I figure if he's married and is off getting dick, then that's between him and the misses. It ain't my fucking business. I have the same rule about guys with boyfriends or husbands. Your relationship status is your gig, not mine. I'm getting a blow job and I'm enjoying it like guys have always enjoyed blowjobs. He came to me. A guy comes along and sits in the front chair along the wall, just across the aisle from our couch. He is watching us instead of the screen. Clearly I don't mind having an audience. My guy, the one sucking me, gets spooked though. He comes up off of my dick. The other guy, rubbing his crotch, comes over and stands by the couch, reaching over to stroke my hard dick roughly. I'm still groping the other guy who isn't fighting for pride of place. This new guy, older than the first but leaner and fitter, gets in front of me and drops his shorts and yanks down his underwear, liberating his hard cock before getting on his knees to worship my dick. I don't stop him and I figure if they want to gang up and swap off blowing me that would be cool. Well, Goddamm. As cocksuckers go, he is pretty fucking good. And he is stroking himself like there is no tomorrow. The original guy leans back and buttons up and then leaves, stepping over the newcomer spit polishing my dick. Well, that's cool. Whatever. I'm getting blown and that's what counts. He can see if he can find some fun somewhere else. I look at the movie, a man pounding on a bald, shaved pussy as she squeels and yells and I wonder what it is about the female body that turns straight men on but the guy doing her is pretty hot looking, which is an improvement from the straight porn of my youth. My cocksucker is going at it and it feels good, plenty of tongue and lip action as he strokes himself. I'm beginning to breathe heavily and feel it. "MMMM" I purr. It does feel awesome Then he stops. He pulls up his underwear and pants and stands to leave. I figure he came. That would be understandable. He came and he's done. My pleasure is my business. So. now I'm alone and after a while it is cleat that nobody is making a move to take his place. So, I pull up my shorts and tuck my bottle of lube in the pocket and head up and out to the booth area. Nobody turns to look at me as I leave. I figure the remainder then to be straight or too shy to act and either way that greatly lessens their chance of getting what a man would want. I go to the last booth in the row, which has tended to be one of about 3 prime party booths when I have been here before. It's empty. There are no doors, which I find totally cool. You step in and around a small partition and there is a little bit of privacy but not much. You can stand in the doorway and see what kind of porn is playing. If it's straight, move on. Bi or gay, see what happens. She-male? Dunno. I would move on to the next. I sit down and try to put money in to get the porn going, this time dick and nothing but dick. It's 2 dollars to start and the fucking thing is spitting out my money. I have a 10 so I'll have enough to jack off with if needed but it spits it out. A guy comes in the booth with me and sees me struggling and I feel like a fucking fool but I keep at it. What I should have done was anything but that but I kept at it. The guy is kind of hot from what I can tell in the darkness, younger, fit and muscular. As I fumble around, he turns and leaves. "Fuck" i spit out the word "Goddamn" OKay so two booths are broken and this one isn't taking money. So I get up and go around to the lone booth beside the bathroom. Also prime party place. I go in and it's unoccupied. I sit in the chair and try the 10 again. It fucking spits it out too. So, now I'm frustrated. The fit guy comes in. "It's kind of sensitive" he says taking the money from me. "This one has been working" He smooths it out and puts in the slot. It spits it out. He tries it again "I don't think it's working right now" "No" I say. "I guess they don't get the money, huh?" "I guess not" he says handing me the 10 back. I take it with one hand and reach up to his crotch with the other. He is wearing sweats despite the July heat. still he is doing what i am doing pretty much. Easy access. And it's a handful. And he isn't objecting. The sweats come down, cupped under his balls. He is hard. It's nice sized and a big full bush. I pull my shorts down and smear some Astroglide on my hand. Just like the guy that blew me, I'm turned on sucking dick and this guy has a good one. It's the right size and I swallow it down. I tug at his big full balls as his stiff rod goes in my mouth. I work it with my tongue, swirling around the head as I take him down. I stroke my own hard dick and he reaches over to twist my nipples generally. I'm bobbing on it like a sword swallower, in and out, lips tight, a little suction. I reach up and stroke him as I come off. THe head of it in my mouth, I suck hard and flick at the underside of the piss slit as he moans, still stroking the shaft. I'd have blown him right on. I would have drunk his cum by the gallon if he shot it down my throat. He was hot as hell and I liked that dick and I was happy enough getting him off and myself too. But at places like this, bottoms outnumber tops. This is like heaven to pig bottoms who want it nasty and hard and more than one. When he got down on his knees and took me down, I was pretty sure that's what he was and where this was headed. I just sit back for now and enjoy it. What man wouldn't? "You like to fuck?" he asks, coming off me. It may seem like a stupid question but it isn't. There are lots of guys that just want to do oral. Maybe even the majority. In video arcades and even bathhouses, oral sex is king. That actually mirrors my sex life generally, more oral than fucking. Still, there is nothing quite like a dick in the ass. "Yeah" I say. "Definitely" "Fuck me" The booth is cramped but there is room enough for a standing fuck, semi-doggy. He leans over, his head in the corner and his ass out. I am behind him, shorts off, dick lubed. I push it in. He came here to get fucked. He's prepped, cleaned out and lubed up. The way the booths are configured, this is not private at all. There is no door. If you are outside the booth, you can basically see what is going on. I know I don't care and I doubt he does either. I get a finger in to guide me and i push my hard dick into his ass. He leans back as I do, driving it in. He's horny and wants it. "Oh, yeah, that's it. fuck that hole" he says It's cramped but cramped can be good. There's not a lot of tenderness possible or even wanted. He wants to be fucked and I want to fuck. He's pretty tight too, so as bad as he wants it he doesn't get it much. He maybe is married too. I don't know. But I do know that his ass feels fine wrapped around my dick and he and I are both going to feel better as I move it in and out, back and to in that hole. I kind of lean over him and let my hips go to town. He is going to town on his own dick, stroking it hard as I fuck him, drawing every last bit of pleasure out of it. The guy with the gut comes into the booth and stands behind me. He is completely in the open to anyone coming by and is partially shielding me. He reaches out to feel my ass for just a minute. I reach behind me to feel his cock. If he drops it, I'll stroke him as I fuck. Why not? Hand jobs are good too. But he is spooked and splits. Too bad. Have the guts to go for what you want. Anybody here is a deviant fucking pervert anyway, a voyeur or exhibitionist or both. Be a slut. Embrace the sleaziness. I do. The guy I'm fucking does. We will both get off and be satisfied and that's the point of going in the first place. To get off. It's the only thing that matters. Why come if you're not committed to cumming, in somebody or on somebody preferably. I am sliding in and out of him, wishing there were more people around. I have a hot guy on my cock and I am happy. I fuck him as hard as he seems to want, my hands on his hips, lean and bony, and I just rail on it. "Oh, fuck" I groan. "Fuuuck. What a hot hole. Goddamn" "Oh yeah, fuck me. Oh God, fuck me" he answers. Not long now. Not long. Harder and harder. More urgent. I am losing control. The instinct, primal and basic, takes over. I am going to fuck him until I cum and it won't be long. I need the release. He does too. He calls in a guttural cry, a primitive cry and his body shivers benenath me. He's cum. I'll be joining him soon but his cumming doesn't stop. I need it and will have it. One, two, three, four more hard and savage stabbing strokes at lightening speed and then there it is. I unload in his ass. I pull out, dripping cum, pull up my shorts, slap him on the ass and leave. We're done. THIRTY FOUR Gay and Bisexual Night Pure Pleasure Express, Orange Heights FL I am in the area because of family shit and the Fourth of July, which is on a Wednesday. Even though it is a ride over to the porn theatre, and by that I mean it is not a casual trip, I figure I'll go. Tuesday is Gay and Bisexual night and the one other time I was there for it I had a good time. Since it's the Tuesday before a holiday, it might be rocking. So, I am plotting how to get away from the family shit when my little cousin Jackson asks me if I've ever heard of it. "Yeah. I have" I answer "You ever been?" "Yeah" I admit. He doesn't know the details of my private life by any means but he surely has an idea. Well, not the details but he has been around for the jokes and he's not dumb. He can figure shit out. We'll say cousin. That is accurate but the relationship is a bit more complicated. Actually there is nothing but complication here. He is between his freshman and sophomore years in college and he goes to school where I work. I occassionally check in on him. He's queer. It's not a secret. Unlike my sturm und drang as a teenager, at some point he was willing to confirm the obvious. He's queer. Bisexual is the claim. He has a girlfriend, Kat, but she is a fairly obvious fag hag, or perhaps more likely in my mind the kind of chick that likes gay men for not being like straight men but is convinced she can cure them of that minor niggling detail of sex. Jackson often will have on some eye makeup and painted nails and follows trendy artsy bands. He's queer. His parents are liberal and accepting but they don't truly understand their son. Jackson, for his part, was kind of close to my ex, Mark. Anyway, complicated. And he is asking about the porn theatre I want to go to. "Kat wants to go" he says "Uh huh" I say. I figure Jackson wants to go and Kat is going along for the ride "Why don't you take us?" "Bad idea" I say "Why?" "It's gay night for one thing, I might get some action" "Kat likes gay porn" Jackson says, being coy. "And you?" "Sure. Helix, Boycrush. It'd be wild seeing you do the deed. And I like getting laid too" Well, I can understand that. He's 18, soon to be 19. When I was 18 I was hanging out at gay bars in Atlanta trying to get laid every weekend. Back then I was Jackson, not so much the makeup and nail polish and stuff (not that I look down on it. In fact I think the kid is kind of hot) but physically. He's darker than me - his mother is half Puerto Rican - and less freckled but he has the same body build, just not as tall. He is lean enough but mainly getting by on youth and metabolism and just enough exercise to counteract the partying. "I guess if we wind up at the same place, shit happens, right?" I say "I guess" They make excuses, mainly true that they were going out which is not unreasonable for young college students to do to get away from the old people, and I make a different set of excuses, which are mainly untrue. We take separate cars. It was actually not even an issue: we are ending up in different places after and my rationalization to myself is that they drove themselves there and they are legal adults. What they do is up to them. As we pull in, I am disappointed. There isn't a big crowd. Just a couple of cars. Kat, big and fleshy, drove and Jackson, trim and shorter, rode and they were just a little behind me. I shrug at the sparseness of the crowd but they didn't seem to care. I paid the money for all three of us to the skinny looking, scraggly bearded meth head working the counter and he doesn't ask for anybody's ID. I understand me but Jackson looks young. He could easily be 16. I guess the guy figured if the kid's dad was bringing him it was no business of his. Anyway, my paying I guess destroys the illusion that we are not here together. It's fucked but I am kind of curious about what will happen. As we walked in, there was a fat guy in one of the chairs on the far wall in the back, the chair ahead of him turned around and little nest made. I figure this to be his usual Tuesday night perch and that he is the kind of guy that'll blow you and then want you to cum on his face. In the back row of couches is a single older man, wizened with a longish gray beard. I can only hope it picks up or I'll be wanking it (or shooting on fatty's face. I'm not picky). The one other time I came for Gay and Bisexual night, they played one of those European bisexual movies but I ended up having a guy ride me on the back row, which was cool. Now they are showing a gay pick. Muscled guys, tatted up, going at it bareback. I go to the far couch, they one in the alcove and sit on the near end. Kat and Jackson sink into the couch next to me. The video is actually pretty erotic and I get hard fairly quick. I look over and Jackson has his hand rammed down Kat's pants, twiddling her twat. Her eyes are fixed on the screen. So, she is that sort of fag hag. THe kind that gets off watching gay sex. The bad judgment of coming here tonight is beginning to be more and more obvious. But we are here and doing it and I've made bad sexual decisions almost the whole of my life. I watch the screen and stroke until movement on the couch next to me makes me turn to look. Jackson is getting out of his shorts and Kat is pulling off her pants. Impatient, Jackson, in his underwear, a pair of skimpy and tight briefs, with an obvious erection, gets at her feet and peels them off her meaty thighs. He then peels down his shorts and gets between her legs, and dives into her fleshy crotch, eating her pussy. She grabs her tits under her shirt and twists her nipples as he tongues her. I lean over and hand him my bottle of lube. That dick needs some attention. So, I am watching him get his freak on, eating his girlfriend's pussy while he masturbates himself. I have known the kid since he was born. Just never in a circumstance like this. A smarter man would have left. Gone to the booths and let them have it. Or just left. Got in the car and left. That's what I should have done. But I didn't. I was turned on watching him do his thing. He has a beautiful dick from what I can see in the darkness, nice and long and thick with big, full balls. I am stroking myself watching him do his thing. Kat notices. She taps Jackson on the side of his head and motions my way. I freeze, caught. Jackson backs away and Kat gets up and comes and sits on the other side of me, now into the alcove. She can't see the screen from where she is. She wants a different show and I know what it is. Jackson slides over and pulls off my shorts. I am hard. He stands up and climbs on the couch, his knee on either side of my hips, hovering above my crotch. He reaches back and lifts my hard dick up and then he leans back. My dick goes in his hole. Effortlessly. His weight is on my lap and he wiggles and it sends paroxysms of sexual pleasures to my brain. I can't help but feel his hard, youthful body as he begins to move back and forth and up and down. we are fucking. Bareback fucking too I might add. He is still hard and he is stroking his dick as he rides me. "Ride him Jackson" Kat murmurs as she fingers herself. I hope she gets off. But that will be her business and Jackson's, not mine. I have no interest in her. I will get off. If you are going to go this far, you might as well go to the end. Enjoy the sin. And I know that Jackson has done this sort of thing before. Certainly been fucked before. He is unafraid and enjoying it. He knew what he was doing. ANd he is good at it. He is riding my dick just fine and he stroking his own as he does. "So hot" Kat says, leaned back against the arm rest, legs apart, fingering herself. The guy in the back row has stood up and is just inside my peripheral vision, watching us as we do this, not aware of how taboo all this shit is. He is hard and stroking himself, watching the little twink ride a daddy dick. "Ooohhh, that feels so good" Jackson says. "Fuuuck" I say, a low murmur of a groan like a cat purring. I reach up and use my slick right hand to stroke his stiff dick that is sticking straight up. He leans back, his hands resting on my knees, head back enjoying the sensation of my bare dick moving in his asshole and my hand stroking his tool. I know he is alive with sensation. THe guy from back there has come up and is walking down toward us, wanting to join in. I figure it's the boy's call. The guy does nothing for me particularly but either way there's nothing I can do to get him off even if I wanted to where I'm at. Besides, I think he wants the twink. Jackson sees him and lifts himself up toward me. He kisses me hard, passionately, our tongues meeting, as he forcefully pushes his face onto mine. I am still trying to stroke but our bodies are pressed together. "Oh yeah. That's hot" Kat says. The guy slides past where Jackson and I are and moves on to Kat, She puts her legs together and shakes her head. "Beat it" I tell him. Reluctantly, he walks away, back to where he was but he still watches us, masturbating hovering over us. Neither Jackson or Kat seem to mind an audience, though, just not another participant. Right now, both Jackson and I are breathing heavily. Both panting and he is whimpering a bit. Kat is groaning too as she is pleasuring herself right on now. Jackson pushes my hand away from his dick so he can take over. He's close and he wants it touched the way he knows best how to do. I want to touch and rub his body, kiss him one more time with the full amount of lust and passion before we cum. He throws his head back and with loud whimpering sounds, the sounds of pain and agony, he grows silent but still moving. Then he explodes. He is pointing it at me and I get 5 or 6 full spurts of his juice, one hitting me on the chin. My shirt is covered in goo. I have to turn him over and fuck him doggy style, him draped over the arm rest, hard and savage as I do, the blood and jizz rising. Even though he has cum, Jackson isn't backing off. He chants out for me to fuck him harder, harder, harder. "Oh, God, Oh, God, oh God" I say in raspy voice "Breed me" he says. I do. I shove it in and unload. I am still as my dick twitches inside of him, filling him up with hot cream. I pull out, the cum dripping onto the ground. I have to laugh a bit. "That was hot" Kat says. "It was fun" Jackson whispered. "You two ready to go?" I say Jackson kissed Kat. "I'm going to fuck you all night long" "You better" she said. We got dressed and I wiped up the cum on my shirt best I could and we headed out into the dark, heavy humid air. "I've read your stories" Jackson said. "You gonna write about me?" Question answered.