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 SEVEN
Miss Scarlett
club Orlando
It is 7 o'clock on a Friday night. It is not ideal time for a bathhouse. But I need to make Ocala tonight(for reasons unimportant to this story) and that is another 45 minutes or more from Orlando. I am on the way back from Key West and I am determined to get laid tonight here. After this, it is back to the grind. I am single again and making human connections can be difficult and uncertain. Getting laid in a bathhouse is far more certain.
it is the fall and darkness comes early. The parking lot isn't full but it seems a reasonable crowd. I have a bottle of lube, a silicone cock ring that the guy at Leather Master talked me into, a few condoms and some horniness. I pay at the window and collect up a towel, a key and a remote control to the video room. In the room, I strip down and get onto the thin mattress and look at some porn to get hard. Always get the juices flowing first, I figure. when I do, I slip the cock ring on and decide that I like it, having told the guy that I didn't like cock rings. I was a bit skeptical but he let me play around with one (not on my dick of courseO) and I bought it. He was right. I do like it. I think the problem is that because I use testosterone that my balls are smaller than I like and I am self conscious about it. Anyway the soft silicone is good.
I make a pass around the rooms. I don't really usually step into a guy's room and close the door. I tend toward play spaces. But I make the loop and there isn't anything that interests me. I step into the porn theatre, all four channels of porn on a big screen. One is Corbin Fisher, another a hairy leather guy, a twink vid and a black duo. I push my towel aside and slowly masturbate myself. There is an older guy in the theatre, wrapped up and he watches me. But, in the end, I could masturbate anywhere. I head back to the dark area.
No one is in there. Since it is pitch black, I make my way around the walls to be sure. Then someone does enter. He's not perfect, a bit stocky, but male and hard. It's not like we are getting married. We are going to grope each other for a while, kiss, maybe one of us sucks the other. Who knows?
In the silhouette of the door way, the only light present, a man steps in. To watch or participate? Either way is cool. All I can tell about him is that he is shorter than me. broad shouldered, fit and bald or shaved head. He is hotter than the guy I am with here and I am vain enough to chase after him. Momentarily, he watches us and I hope that he will come over and join in but he doesn't.
He leaves and I break away. Not really following him, not exactly. I am but if I wind up somewhere else doing it with someone else, that's cool. But he is just outside the door. I stop. He reaches out and grabs my cock.
"Nice dick"
"Thanks" I say. Reach out and grab his. He is not hard and I am. "I'm attached to it"
He smirks.
"How long you been here?"
"Just now"
He nods. "It picks up after 9 but there is some action now"
"There doesn't have to be a lot of guys if you have the right guy"
He nods. We may have said more and maybe not. But I am hard and he is not and I eventually moved on. A pass through the man cave showed it wasn't busy and I went back to the room. I pass by my bald guy, talking to some others. I am naked, still hard. The trio looks but only my bald guy follows. I leave the door ajar for him. He enters behind me.
"Damn, I like your dick" he says, dropping to his knees to suck me.
My experience with women is exceedingly limited but I imagine men must be better at it. Men know what men want. Plus, a man sucking a cock is making himself happy and isn't doing it out of self-sacrifice. I've sucked many dicks because I love sucking dick.
He stands up and I try to kiss him but he's not into that, unfortunately. But he has a tight body and he is beginning to harden up.
"This your first time?" he asks
"No. I've been here a few times" I don't go into detail, the ex boy friend who worked in Orlando sometimes and we would go.
Somehow, we get onto the subject of how I got here. I tell him that I driving back from Key West.
"Where you from" I tell him. "Oh, Miss Scarlett. I could tell from your accent. Miss Scarlett from Georgia"
I don't really know what to say. I definitely have a southern accent. No doubt about it
"You get laid down there?" he asks
"Oh yeah" I answer honestly. I give him a brief rundown.
"They like your accent? And your big dick?"
He's teasing me but I don't mind. He's hot and I want him. I reach over and stroke him. Before he wasn't hard and he still isn't but it is stiffening I think.
"Yeah. They seemed to like both"
"You a top or a bottom or versatile"
"Top" I say. The truth is top mostly but versatile. I'll bottom for the right guy.
"I just got fucked by this 23 year old guy. Whatta think about that? He said he liked daddies and he fucked me hard."
I am on the bed and hard as a rock. He is standing beside me. "Well, let me fuck you and you can compare"
He laughs. But he also crawls up on the bed and lowers himself down on my pole, like a cowboy riding a horse.
"ahhh, that's fucking good. Can you feel his cum?"
It might have been in my head but I could. He was greased up with another man's load. welcome to pig sex, I think. The kind of bareback fucking where the nastier it is the hotter it is. RIght now, I have a hot guy sitting on my cock. That is pretty cool.
"Ride it" I tell him.
He rides me up and down, wiggling a bit as he does. I'm cool with this turn of events but then he stops.
"How many times you get laid down there?" he asked
"I don't know. A lot" It was a lot. I only came once a day but I sucked dick and got sucked and fucked 4, 5, 6 times a day for a week. it was a lot of sex.
I get behind him and guided myself in doggy style. In and hard. I fuck him, drawing back and stabbing him with my cock. Whether I come or not doesn't matter. I came here to get laid and I am going to fuck whoever I fuck. If it's him and I drop a load, then I'll push on. If not, it'll be someone else. So I just fuck, hard and fast, the kind of fucking you can do when you've fucked a lot lately and don't have a hair trigger.
He stops me. "You like threeways"
"Yeah. Sure. Fourways, orgies, whatever"
"Well, well, Miss Scarlett, you sure are nasty" he says. "Come on"
I figure he must have a friend. Okay, that's cool. I follow him and we head down the hall way and and almost make the loop around, like he is looking for a likely suspect having no one in mind. Then we go outside and I continue to follow him. At this point, I get the drift. This ain't happening and I tell him I'll catch him later.
I must have made a few circuits around, in and through the man cave and back to the porn theatre, looking for some action and not really finding it for a while. THen I am in the man cave and in the dark alcove at the front, there is a man force feeding his cock into the mouth of a guy on the platform in the center with his head sticking down. I watch that for a minute. I think it is pretty cool. The top guy is really face fucking him. I go around to the other side. The guy on the platform has a very thick and pretty long cock, I am judging from the feel of it since I can't really see it, that is hard as a rock.
I put it in my mouth. I will suck him as he sucks the other guy. Why not? I like sucking cock. I am good at it. This is a bathhouse. Why not be naked and sexual? I thow the towel on the platform, lean over, my ass out and go to town on this dick I can't even really see. There is a risk that someone will come along and put a dick in my ass. If they do, they do. I'll stroke mine, suck his and get fucked. Why not?
I suck on it and he wiggles a bit, liking it. I get a slap on the ass but that's it. No fucking. Oh well. I am a top after all. But I keep sucking. I go for the balls, suck them, then swallow him whole. I wish an orgy would break out, a bunch of men groping and sucking and fucking with abandon. That is the best part of being male, the willingness to just fuck.
But there is no orgy tonight. I suck him for a while and move on. When nothing better turns up, I head back for my room. As I turn a corner, I see a guy in the corner room across the way, door open and him prone. A bottom looking for a top. I go on and enter my room and watch some porn. I stroke myself hard again and then I ask myself why I am making this hard. There is a guy across the hall and three doors down that wants to get fucked and I want to fuck. This is perfect.
I pick up my towel and leave the lube. I suspect that he is prepared. There is no reason to wrap it around my waist. Who gives a shit about modesty? In a fucking bathhouse for fucks sake. I step into the room, close the door. He looks around at me. He sits up on the bed and starts sucking my dick. That's the kind of introduction straight men never get.
I might have lost a little in hardness in the short walk but not much and his hot mouth gets me going. He is hispanic, in not bad shape, middle aged, and wanting it in his ass. When I am as hard as he wants me, he gets on all fours on the bed. Well, not so fast Sancho. I want to eat me some asshole. I want to get my tongue up in there and rim you good first. And if I rim out somebody elses load, I guess that's a bonus. But I don't, or at least I don't think so. I have tasted enough cum to know.
He gives me some lube and smear it on me and up in him. Then I mount him up. In, one smooth motion. All the way out and all the way in. Then I really start to fuck him. We've not even spoken to one another and I am fucking him. And fucking him hard. The rooms are small and the walls don't go to the ceiling. In a real way, there is no privacy. Nor should there be. The people in the next rooms ought to know that the fucking is going on, men are fucking men here. The sound made is the sound of our bodies slapping together.
"Goddamn. What a hot hole" I say in a grunt.
"Fuck it" he says with a accent, Cuban or Puerto Rican. Almost musical.
I pound on it, hard. His hole isn't tight, not really but not loose either. He's been fucked before and he likes it and can definitely take it. We are not little virginal boys and I don't have to hold back. I can just fuck the shit out of him. So I do. And it feels fantastic. Really good. I am enjoying the shit of it and really don't want it to end.
I can't cum.
It feels good, really good and I want to but I can't. I don't really know why but I can't. So, with a little frustration, I just keep on pounding him as hard as I can, hoping the pressure will build enoug for the explosion. But I just can't. It's not going to happen. So, I pull out and pat him on the ass to thank him. It was good and I do appreciate it. I like fucking anyway, just the whole process and not just the orgasm. So, it was good.
I find myself back in my room, watching porn and still hard and horny. But the one thing I am not doing is staying here and jacking off. My cum is going in somebody's ass. My actual plan was the man cave. It's after 9:30. The place is busier. There should be something going on. I gather up my towel, grease up one hand and head out. However, I don't take the quick way to the mancave but the long way, around the rooms.
There it is. The door is open. The guy is face down. His naked ass is up. It is firm. The one I want to tag. I step inside the room and leave the door open. He turns to look. He's young. Mid twenties at most. He turns his head back and reaches back, pulling his ass cheeks apart. An invitation. I figure I am taking my time with this.
I get on the bed and bury my face in his ass. I go after it with my tongue. I suck on the sphincter and try to get my tongue in there,
"Oh yeah, Daddy. Eat my ass" he says.
I don't mind the daddy thing. I am old enough to be his father. Chest hair and broad shoulders and muscles but a bit of a gut. I'm a daddy. Used to be a twink once, shaved to hell and vain, not an ounce more than needed. But if he wants a daddy, I want him. I eat his ass. Slip a finger in, finger fuck him.
"Yeah, daddy, tease me"
A guy steps in the room. I look. He's a bit older than the bottom but flat bellied and in a jock strap. He closes the door behind him.
"Leave it open" the bottom says.
I smile. That's the spirit. Get a crowd. Have them watch. See the daddy tear up the twinks ass. Jack off in the hall watching me pound the boy all to hell. The guy in the jock opens the door and drops his jock. He is hard. His pubes are trimmed and black, thick balls and a long pointed cock. But it's the ass I want.
"Fuck him" the guy says
"Fuck me daddy"
He is prone on the bed. I pull his ass cheeks apart and ram my cock between his glutes, into to the crack and through. Past the tightness into the softness beyond. He is tight. It feels way fucking good as I jab it all the way in. My weight is supported mostly by arms but my crotch is on his ass. I wiggle a bit,
"Aww fuck" the bottom moans.
I just fuck him. I mean I just fuck him. It isn't tender. It isn't sweet. It isn't gentle. I just start pounding him. He is grunting with each stroke. The sound of our bodies coming together echoes through the whole hall. His grunts, my moans overpower the house music playing. It is the music of sex.
'Fuck him hard, man. Fuck him hard"
I just grunt. Goddamn, he is tight. It feels fucking amazing. Slap, slap, slap, slap, as my cock pounds into him. The other guy is stroking his cock, hard and ready. I should share my sweet little bottom but I don't. I want it. I want him. The lust is rising and I am greedy. So I fuck him as hard as I can, as fast as I can. This time I am going to be able to cum. No problem.
Just then, the first guy, the bald guy, steps in. I recognize the way he has the towel around his waist first and then him. He watches for a half second while I fuck the boy.
"Hey Miss Scarlett" he says.
I don't know why but it pissed me off. I pulled out of my bottom. I look at the other guy, the guy that had been in the jock, stroking his dick.
"Fuck him hard. He can take it" I say to him.
We change places. He rams it in. My guy smirks.
"You're not done, Miss Scarlett"
"You want it bent over or against the wall?" I ask. He looks at me. I undo the towel and turn him around. "Spread your legs"
I push him against the wall, get between his legs, crouch down and take my stiff hard dick and push it roughly up into him. All the way in. I look over. There are four guys in the hall watching. I give him three or four hard savage strokes, slow but hard, all the way in. Then I just start fucking him as hard as I possibly can.
"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh" he moans
"This the way you want it. You want it rough"
'Oh yeah" he moans.
Boom boom boom. Both of us are fucking our bottoms hard and they are both grunting and moaning. I pound on him. And goddamn it felt good. Then I knew. I was going to cum. I mean now. I just pile it on, even harder and faster. Go for the gold. The pressure builds and I go harder. More and more. I can't stop. Don't want to. Won't.
"I'm going to cum in your ass" I say with a snarl.
"Oh yeah"
Then a hard stroke and another and another as I dump a load in there, mixing with whatever other load he had.
"Hey, thanks, dude. That was fun" I said.