The Greyhound Trip
by: Ben Masters
Just one true experience of my incredible journey through the sexual maze of my complicated life.
Winter 1969. I was in my 20's and taking a trip through North America. Part of it was a $99 for 31 day Greyhound Bus pass. To economise on accommodation costs I would sometimes take an over-night trip between distant cities.
I was on a late night departure passing from Toronto down through Chicago - When I boarded the bus at Toronto the only seat available was by this small friendly Black guy aged about 60. It was cold and he had a nice woolly blanket which he offered to share with me.
I dozed off and during the night woke to feel his hand wandering over my thigh. Naturally I didn't object, but he didn't know that yet - he explored higher and higher, obviously seeking my crotch - eventually he found my tackle and was greatly encouraged by my very firm erection.
It was obvious that I had no objections so soon he had found my zipper and was feeling for my jockey waist band. - By now my underpants were getting sticky from a generous flow of pre-cum. Things pretty soon advanced and we shared a mutual "jerk off" session. I was invited to stay with him in his Chicago hotel and in the early hours of the morning we were nude on his bed. I was quite inexperienced - my MM sex exploits had mainly been pre-adolescent through to teenage stuff with my school days buddy Errol - all very vanilla stuff.
Also at this stage of my life I had moved on to the pleasures of pussy. However, here in a nice Chicago hotel I was on my back with this Black daddy over me, fucking away in Missionary fashion a new experience for me. Then came the shock - I have since read about this medical phenomenon. As he approach his sexual climax he burst into a massive sweat - I was being deluged in this incredible shower of salty "rain" until he finally collapsed on me - gasping and totally spent.
Kenneth was on a concert tour of High Schools. I was invited to spend a week with him and his driver. There was a big electronic Baldwin organ being transported from school to school in a large panel van. This fellow was nearing retirement from a heavy schedule of international concert tours of town halls and churches that had massive pipe organs. He was giving back to the community, at high school level, an appreciation of good music. Bach, Handel, and lesser known composers.
We arrived in Toledo, Ohio. That evening Kenneth took me to the local Club Bath.. I was blown away. As a visitor to the US from a small distant country, we had nothing like the Club Bathhouse chain. I was in a closeted suppressed bisexual male's heaven. After setting me up with a private room, Kenneth set me loose to find my way around the place. OMG ! I wandered into the dark sauna room - hands groped - 8" erect cocks sought out my body as I walked around. I could not believe such places could exist - it was Niagara Falls, Yellowstone Park and the Washington Monument all wrapped up in pure male flesh and testosterone.
I was sucked and fucked, as fit well toned and well tanned young buck I was pretty much targeted. I had no objections, that's for sure. It was those happy days of incautious sex - no condoms needed - anything you caught could be cured with a shot in the arse cheeks. In my 72 years of sexual penetration (go figure the math - I am 75 years old), I have never contracted an STD. OK there was that wart that had to have a paint job of podophyllin. Of course now, these days I am a 100% condom user.
Anyway - my 31 day Greyhound ticket was ebbing away and I had used up 7 days travelling with Kenneth, so we parted ways, never to meet again. But, before I left, when he learned I was travelling on to Europe and England, he gave me some addresses of his favourite contacts - I had no idea that the address in the Hague, Holland would introduce me to an incredibly well connected member of the upper class - a Baron no less.
But that story must wait for another time. I thrive on feed-back, do email me. Perhaps someone out there will recognise my friend Kenneth.