TRUE SEXUAL ADVENTURES
By
Jesse P Gibson
DISCLAIMER: 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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THIRTY FIVE
An Efficient Load
X-Treme Video, Macon GA
I have had to be in town several times for various reasons. The problem at these kind of places is that there are two kinds of people working there. One kind is cool. They don't want to go to jail but they don't give a shit. It's kind of a shitty job, doesn't pay that great and after a while you are inured to the stimuli. For the customer, you go in, do your thing, leave some money in the machine, get off and go. They don't care. The other type are ridiculous. They enforece the rules. One person per booth. Right. If I just want to whack off to porn, there is the internet. Thanks. But they have to come back and check the rooms and shit. Of course, we are hooking up in the booths. That's why they are there. Random anonymous sex.
Anyway., so once I go in and I don't have any lube. I'm cut so lube is helpful to the cause. It is a adult store so they sell lube. I go in buy some and try to go to the booth but the woman at the counter tells me I can't. Can't buy something and then go to the booth. It's some stupid rule, whether hers or the store's, I don't know. Seems counterproductive. I look at her. She is a thin black woman in her thirties, not good looking, but with a mean and angry look. I don't even argue. It's not worth it. Long time later, I'm back in town and go by. There is absolutely no fucking action at all. There is a guy sitting in a truck with a camper as I go in. It's the same woman but I don't even process it until later. I show my ID and go to the last booth on the row. I put my money in, put on some gay porn and wait to see what happens.
In a little while, a guy comes in. He's my age or a little older, say mid 50's. Not bad looking. He reaches over and takes my dick in his hand. I let him of course. That is the point. I let him stroke it. I am usually not that keen on hand jobs because I know what I like with masturbation and every guy is just a little bit different but in places like this you start with a touch and a tug and I get it. Pretty quickly, he is uncomfortable in his shorts and beginning to tug at the zipper.
"Take it out" I say
He reaches down and undoes his shorts and pulls out his cock. He's about average length and girth but every man loves his own dick, of course. I have my shorts off but a shirt on. He lets his fall to the ground. I reach over and stroke him. Then he gets on his kness between my legs and starts sucking my dick. Well, that's cool. That's better. Now, while he's not super hot, he's good looking enough that I want this to go on for a while so I let him suck me and jack himself but this isn't a quick pump and dump as far as I am concerned. I enjoy it but I'm not going to cum in his mouth. We'll see what happens but I'm game for whatever.
We kiss. Tongue and I have a bit of scruff on my face and I can feel his. We are both standing. I put my dick on top of his and my all ready lubed up hand jacks us both as we kiss. He goes for my tits. I pull off my shirt and am completely naked. I sat down on the bench and swallow his manhood and give him the tongue bath. A stroke, some suck, some licking.
"There needs to be two movies playing!" I hear from outside, loud, from the bitch at the counter.
He hastily pulls up his pants. "She's the only one like this. Wait" he says as he getting dressed, I assume to go next door and feed the moeny slot and then come back. It's stupid but it is a business and whatever.
"Oh no" she says coming down into the booth. "That's against the rules. You get out here"'
"She throwing us out?" I ask incredulously.
"Yeah, I guess"
Well, I'm naked. I have to dress. so I start pulling on my clothes as she and he argue in the hall. He tells her she is the only one and she counters that they aren't doing their job and he is banned from the store. They argue some some more and now he is banned permanently, which I suspect means until tomorrow. I am pulling on my shoes when she starts shouting for me to come out. Of course, I have put money into the slot so this is bullshit.
"Gimme a second" I say
I dress and go out. She is standing in the hallway, pissed. I truly don't fucking care. It's a porn store with an arcade. I mean, fuck. Fuck you. Men have sex there. That's why it's fucking there. Get your minimum wage and do the smart thing, which is as little as possible. It's not like it's a career after all. So, I leave. He is in his truck and for half a second I think about telling him I'm on my way to claim my hotel room but don't. He probably needs to get home to the wife.
So, it's probably a month later and I'm back in town. Actually, it was stupid to even go because I was at that awkward spot that if I went on to where I was really supposed to go I would be early. But, if I go hang out in the porn arcade, I'm probably going to be late. So, I send a text warning them I'll be late. Traffic, you know. I-75 is a bear. Road construction around 675. That sort of thing. Of course, if the bitch is there, I'm out. Who fucking needs it. Walk in, see her, walk out.
She wasn't. It was a younger black guy, truly hot and I mean highly desirable. He indifferently looks at my ID and sends me on my way. Back in the arcade area, I see a booth with the red light glowing over it. Occupied. Wanting company? I test the knob. It's locked Well, that's right. If you want company, keep it unlocked. If you don't, lock it. It's the only booth active so I go across the way and put $5 in the slot I click to the gay channels and there are some Bel Ami boys doing heir thing. I hike down my shorts and grease up my hand and work myself hard. The best thing I have going for me is that I have a dick that is big enough to be labelled big but not so big that only a size queen will take it.
The door opens.
I turn and look. A man in a green and plaid shirt takes a step in and then immediately turns and leaves. Should I be insulted by that? That I am too ugly? But then I decide he is a staagight guy looking to dump a load and didn't look at the light. Anyway, I am alone now and hard and stroking it watching Jack Harrer eat somebody's ass.
The door opens.
A black guy comes in. He's big and stocky, overweight but not gross. He's not a little twink you bend over and plow. Even in the darkness I can tell he is plain looking. But I left the door open and wanted complany. He is, even if I'm not attracted to him. He doesn't turn to leave. He looks at my fat cock and reaches over to stroke it. I know this to be a prelude to something more and I just lean back and let him. I wouldn't take him home to fuck him but if he wants to blow me, that's cool. He grabs my cock in his hand and strokes me a bit harder. Then he plays with the head of my dick. As hand jobs go, this one is outstanding. He has a light and sensitive touch on the head and the sensitive frenulem and knows to stroke with medium pressure at a slow and steady pace as I warm up. Then a little faster but he returns back to being palyfrul with mushroom head of my dick. God, it feels so good.
Then he swallows me.
His hand was fucking talented. It was the best handjob I've every gotten. To be truthful, he jacked me better than I jack myself. It was fucking amazing. But as talented as his hand was, his mouth was better. Tight suction on the shaft as he bobs up and down, his lips providing the friction on my erection, his tongue swirling and moving, flicking beneath the piss slit and rubbing roughly on the head. I sigh. A little moan escapes.
"Oh, man, that feels really good."
He looks up and keeps going. I look over at the screen and Jack Harrer is getting plowed. The boy has a fine lean twink body and a big fat peen. He is hard as he gets fucked, in the movie at least. I have a man on my cock in the real world. He has gone from flicking the sensitive underside of the cock head at the piss slit to settling in between my legs for more. He grabs my hard cock and angles it forther. He takes me down deep all the way, down into his throuat.
"Oh yeah!" I moan. "That's it. That's right"
That feels purely fucking fine. He is not a hot guy by any means but he has a hot mouth. Practised. He knows how to tend to a cock. All the way down, his lips and tongue providing the sucktion and friction.
"Uhhh" I grunt as he slides his lips up and down on the shaft.
I squeeze his shoulder as he works me over. I can only moan and encourage him to keep doing it. He had his hand on the base of my shaft but his lips and tongue and the suction did most of hte work. He was skilled. He was practicised. He knew how to worship a man's cock. I just leaned back and let him do it. Down, all the way, and up up, holding on with his lips, sucking hard on the head, his tongue flicking at it and then down deep again.
"Oh God" I let the moan escape. "Oh fuck, that's good"
All the way. Up and down and around. He tugged at my balls and they were tight against my body, as the sensation grew, ready to send my seed.
"Oh God" I cried,
It was amazing.
'Oooohhhh"
Then I stopped breathing. I couldn't think. Then I didn;t need too. In last final guttural tone, I exploded in his mouth. A thick wad of cream.
He thanbked me and I thanked him and he left. I was about 10 minutes late.
THIRTY-SIX
Peeping Tom
Club Jacksonville, Jacksonville FL
The whole thing is bullshit but my car wouldn't lock. I figured it for a fuse but it was something called a door lock actuator. The dealership I had bought it from was closed and the nearest dealer was in Jacksonville. I figured a dealer would be my best bet but it took a bit of time. Then, when it was done I was at loose ends, facing a drive back home.
Mid day Saturday. Memorial Day weekend
The place is a shithole. In fact, the city has condemned it but they are still open, doing repairs. The city claims it is not fit for human habitation. They're right. It isn't. As bathhouses go, it sucks. No porn in the room. No maze. No theatre. The pool is closed and so is the sundeck, undergoing repairs. But, it is what it is. I pull in about 2 pm in the parking lot just behind this white Kia Sol. The guy in it was my age but fit and hot. I walked in ahead of him and pushed the button. The old man that is the day attendent took my ID and buzzed me through to the next window. A pair of good looking young black boys were at the counter inside trying to turn in their laundry so they could leave. The old man was a bit overwhelmed but he took care of me first. I signed the card, got a key and a towel and headed inside to my room, 189. It the room nearest the lockers on the far hall downstairs. As I walked across the open space where the ancient gym equipment was there was a big hulking muscular black man sitting wrapped up in a towel. I thought to myself that I would love to have his dick in my ass. I went into the room and left the door upen as I undressed. Once or twice I've done this and had an audience as I did, which is cool. Plus, it sends the right signal. I have no inhibitions.
I play a little bit of porn on Pornhub on my phone as I stroke myself hard, the door still open, There was a bit of foot traffic by but no takers at that point. When somebody came by, I would hold my dick so that they could see that I was hung. But nothng. In few minutes, I heard the lockers banging so I thought I would go out and see what was up. I wrapped up in my towel and closed the door. The fit bald guy that I came in ahead of was undressing and so was another guy, kind of short, black haired, not bad looking. The bald guy didn't look up and I realized I would have been better off being more of a gentleman and letting him go ahead. Oh well. There was an open door right there on the front hall in the last rom and inhabited by a chubby guy laying face down. He wants a dick in his ass. That's a possibility, I thought, if nothing better comes along. I went up the back stairs to the second floor to see if anything there was going on. It wasn't. Apparently none of the rooms were occupied. The sundeck is closed for repairs since one of the hurricanes and the TV room -- which doesn't play porn -- is empty. I went back down the front stairs and headed for my room.
Same thing again, stroke it with the door open. Three or four guys pass by but nothing. Then I see the bald guy follwoing the good looking and cut black guy I had seen earlier past my room. I hear a key go in a lock and the door close. So, that sucks. With no action happening, I make a second pass, mostly with the thought that I would fuck chubby if nothing else. But chubby has closed up the room. Either he found some loving or he had left. Either way, nothing. I went down that hall and peeked into the wet area and saw no one. I wasn't much interested n the hot tub because it is blisteringly hot outside. With nothing else to do, I head back to my room with the thought that I would be patient. If worse comes to worse I will crank out a load with my own hand.
A guy, hispanic, bald with a bit of gut passes by and slows down to look. He doesn't come in. In a minute he passes by again but so does the short guy at the locker. I would have preferred him but the hispanic guy had balls. He came into the room instead. The door was open as he reached over to stroke my hard cock. I am greased up and he tugs on it. The other guy is still in the hall but doesn't make a move to join us. It's a shame too. Three ways are fun and I fancy him a bottom. My guy is wrapped up in a towel and he undoes it. He has a cock ring on and big balls but the dick isn't much, like my smallest dildo. He won't be topping me or anyone I fancy. But he leans over and takes my dick in his mouth.
He reaches over and closes the door.
I don't care much. I'm getting my dick sucked and that is what matters. Warm and wet and rought, no teeth. He tugs at my balls as he does. I reach over and put some lube in my hand and reach down to stroke his dick. He may not be hung but he loves his dick like I do mine. It feels good for him. I stroke him as he bobs up and down on my dick.
"Uhhhhh" I sigh. "That's it. That's the way"
He sucks and tongues me and I stroke him and it feels fine. I am happy. This well be the sexual content of hte day. I will cum in his mouth. I have to shit over and let him on the bed with it;s thin mattress, my legs splayed and him between it. I look up and the door isn't completely closed. I see a pair of eyes watching us through the crack. He can see me looking at him and he doesn't pull away. He doesn't know me, has never met me but, by instinct I suppose, he has figured out that I am an exhbitionist. That's what I like about bathhouses: dirty, nasty, sleazy anonymous sex with little pretense and exhibitionism/voyeurism. And I am both. I get off watching him watch me. I could nod and invite him in but I don't. I like him being a peeping tom.
"Oh man, suck it" I say. "Suck that big dick"
It's cliche. But fuck. I needed that load to cum. I was totally turned on too. My guy may not be great looking but he had a good mouth. Practised. I look at the door and we are still being watched. I look at him. This time he walks away. In a way I am deflated. I wanted him to watch me.
"Go for it man" I say
He strokes my cock as he sucks me. I can feel the lust building. Soon, I will cum. Right now I want to enjoy the semsatopm of it. The feeling of a hot mouth on my dick. I look up again and the guy is back at the door. My lust level soars. I am hot. I am horny. All of my senstaion in my whole body is in my dick. I hope that he is nn the hall stroking himself as he watches us but I doubt it. It's against the rules but fuck it. Cream on the door, dude. Get off watching me get off.
"Ohhhh fuck" I call out.
I can barely breath. He is still there, watching.
"Ohhh fuuuuckkk" I call out again. "I'm gonna cum:":
He strokes me furiously and then dives back on my dick as I unload in his mouth. One spurt, two, three, four. A big fat salty hot load. He holds onto my dick, sucking off the last oozing bits of my cum. I just start laughing. Fuck, that was fun. He looks at me quizzically and gets up and spits into the trash can.
:"That was a big load" he said. "Tasted good too"
"Thanks. That was fun"
I don't understand the spitting. I always swallow. I'm queer. I suck dick and I take a load in my mouth. Why wouldn't I swallow it? Oh well, It doesn't matter. I got off. He is still hard as he covers back up and my peeping tom is gone.
"Thanks man, that was cool"
"My pleasure" he says.
He asks if I want the door open or shut. I tell him shut. When he leaves, I dress and gather up the laundry and head up front to gather my drivers license and go home. I got what I came for.