Date: Wed, 21 Sep 2016 09:47:16 +0000
From: Jesse Gibson <revjpgibson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Latin Boy
LATIN BOY
By
Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin
Copyright 2016
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on a true story but fictionalized. It
involves anonymous, consensual bareback sex between adults. If this is not
your cup of tea, please do not read. If it is, then enjoy.
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The quarrel started because I had a family reunion of my mother's
extended family. I decided not to bring Mark because it was going to be
full to the brim with rednecks, intolerant evangelicals and Trump voters in
every direction. I just didn't want to deal with the bullshit and blowback
from bringing a boyfriend, especially since he is black and who knows how
many Klansmen there were going to be there. I was surprised I got invited.
I only went to make my mother happy. Mark thought that it was because I
was ashamed of him. Actually, I am ashamed of my relatives. So we fought
about it. We don't fight enough probably so it got loud and mean. But in
the end, we settled it. He works every other week in Orlando, so I drive
down every other Friday to spend the weekend with him. I can say this,
make up sex is the best sex of all, hot and passionate.
On Sunday, I had trouble getting myself up after he left for work.
My usual practice was to go to Club Orlando, having a membership, renting a
locker and working out there in the gym. Afterwards, take a swim naked and
see what kind of trouble I can get into before driving back. This Sunday,
I was kind of fucked out. Part of me just wanted to wallow in the bed for
a while but I forced myself up.
It is a bit weird working out in a gym where there are monitors
playing gay porn. It's nice but weird. I'm not complaining either. I like
dick. I like it alot. Fortunately, Mark and I have an honest relationship
where we recognize that we are both pigs and like to fuck. That is why he
and I have memberships here. I am pretty sure he blows off some steam here
while I am back home during the week. Actually the place in general was
busier than usual on a Sunday morning, more cars in the parking lot at
least but I had the gym to myself. Nobody was working out. They must be
trying to get some weekend morning dick. Out the window, by the side of
the pool, a muscular brown skinned boy paraded by completely naked and
hung. That got my interest. I worked out for an hour, got sweaty, felt
good before heading out. In the locker room, I ditched my Ipod while an
older man, in good shape, disrobed. I ditched my shorts too.
I like being naked. I always have. I'm in my early 50's but I
don't think people in a bathhouse look at me and think that I should put
clothes on. I'm not ripped like I was in my teens and twenties but I have
never been fat and I have always worked out. It's August and its hot and
the water of the pool feels good against my bare skin. I do laps and am
breathing heavy but enjoying it. I don't know at this point that I
actually am horny except that I am male and healthy, thus always baseline
horny. Grabbing up my towel, I dry off some and head inside. Just past
the open shower area is the porn theatre. I round the corner and see a fit
guy in his late twenties with a tribal tattoo along his flank sitting there
watching the banks of screens showing all the selection of porn while a
young bearded man sucks his dick. Both boys are good looking. I settle in
next to them to watch. I doubt they are much interested in me but if you
are getting a blow job here, you can't object to a dirty old man watching
you.
"You like that dick, huh" the hunk says to his fellator. The
fellator grunts but keeps going.
"Looks like he enjoys it. He good at it?" I ask
"Fuck yeah"
A couple of guys drift in, watch for a minute and leave. I am hard
now, actually warmed up and ready for some action of my own. Mark isn't
going to mind. He expects it. I head back to the dark area behind the
porn theatre. I step into the ink black area cautiously. I am aware of
movement at the far end but can't really see.I think there may be someone
there but I am not sure. I head out instead.
"Come in" a voice in the far dim reaches says.
I do.
When I can get close, I see that he is short and stocky. I'd seen
him before, as he watched the two boys from down on the main floor. I
wasn't attracted to him but I wouldn't turn down a blow job. He reaches
out and takes my hard dick in his hand. I put my hand on his shoulder to
urge him downward. He gets the hint and sinks to his knees. I feel the
roughness of his tongue on my piss vein and warmth of his mouth surrounding
my prick. I love getting blown. WHo doesn't? He might not be a guy I
really wanted to hook up with but these kind are often the best
cocksuckers: willing, enthusiastic, even grateful. It feels good, it
always does. Well, if the guy knows what he is doing that is. This guy
does. He is stroking me a little but mostly using his lips and tongue to
make me feel good.
There is another person there, off to my left, watching.
I motion him toward us. He is younger, late 20's maybe, fit with
the de rigeur tattooes. He is hard, his dick sticking straight out. He
comes up next to me. I reach down for his pole. I saw him earlier too. He
's fine. His lean, muscular body is next to mine. The guy on his knees
goes from servicing my cock to his. I stroke myself to keep the blood up.
Hesitantly, i lean over and put my face to his. He kisses me. Both of us
have a couple of days of scruff, which is perfect. I like that little bit
of scratching that comes from a man's beard. I am queer and I like kissing
men. Then my dick is wet again too. Fuck, this is sweet. I reach down
and take the fit guys nipple in my mouth, sucking on it and then nibbling
between my teeth. I jack him even as I get sucked.
He wants to kiss.
The guy on his knees is going from one to the other. He asks
nothing in return for the pleasure he is giving. He just wants to worship
our cocks. I put my hand on the fit guys firm round ass. I would love to
put a finger in his ass. I would love to do more than that but don't think
I will be able to. We kiss and it feels good and we get sucked and that
feels good.
It's decision time, though. Do I stay here until I climax or do I
leave this behind in search of the next encounter. I have, in a span of
less than 36 hours, had sex 4 times. This would be number 5. Let's face
it, at this age, I will cum once here and that will be it. It'll take
hours to recharge. So, the blowjob is good and one of the guys in the
threesome is a hunk but I am going after new conquests. The fit guy has
made another decision. He is been playing longer, I guess and he is close.
I stick around for a while longer, kissing him and pawing at his ass as he
gets sucked. His breathing is ragged and he is enjoying it, his hips
bucking back and to into the guys mouth.
Then, nothing. He stops. He came. He picks up his towel and moves
off. I do the same.
I wrap the towel around my waist and leave. As I walk out of the
theatre, the Latin boy passes me by. Damn, he's hot. My height, tall but
not giant, flat bellied and brown skinned, young, with jet black hair, a
goatee and almond eyes. Fuck. He looks at me briefly as we pass. It's a
shame. HE looks at me and sees someone old enough to be his father. I
look at him and think that it wasn't so long ago that I could have gotten
him. Oh well, time moves on and I am not suffering for lack of sex. I make
a quick pass around the video rooms, to see if anybody has their door open
and laying with the ass in the air. No one does. So, it's on to the Man
Cave. I cross paths with the latin boy again, me going out and him coming
in. Again, nothing.
I make the loop in the Man Cave. There isn't much happening. On a
bench, right up front by the entrance is a black guy on one end of the
bench and a white guy on the other. They are both naked. The white guy is
jacking himself but the black guy isn't. I am definitely attracted to the
black guy. Muscular, a bit of facial hair and the color of dark
chocolate. He is fine. I go and sit down next to him, opening up my towel,
freeing up my hard cock. I have pretty good size and men usually go for it
but he doesn't react. I stroke it some, to let him know I am interested. I
am staring at him. He isn't moving but he isn't leaving either.
I put my hand on his thigh. He doesn't stop me.
What I want is that dick. He isn't horse hung like some black men
but he has a pretty tool, not hard though. Looking at his eyes, I slowly
reach for his crotch. He doesn't stop me there either.
"I might not get hard," he says. "I just came"
A challenge. I think I can make a man hard. If he's queer that
is. I stroke him gently, playing with the circumcised head of his penis.
Again, he isn't stopping me. I will just have to say that I love black
dick. Brown dick too. Well, white dick too but I am attracted to
masculine, fit, black men. I am like a moth to the flame. This one is
watching me as I paw all over him. I am stiff just touching him. He
stiffens too, slowly but definitely. He reaches over and strokes me.
I am just about to suck him when he stands up. "Wait here, I'll be
right back"
I don't know what to make of that. He need to piss? wants to get a
condom? Just wants to leave?
Well, I am horny and attracted to him, so unbelievably I wait for
him. I try to estimate in my mind what an appropriate time interval would
be as I look down at the far end of this half of the man cave. While I am
waiting, Latin Boy comes into the mancave, looks in my direction and goes
to other side. I am a bit disappointed because the boy is hot. Feeling a
bit self conscious, I look around. There is a man there, white and my age,
masturbating himself, watching one of the monitors tucked up into a corner
showing porn. When I decide the black guy isn't coming back, I gather my
towel and head down there.
I don't ask permission or play coy. I get in front of him, grab
his cock, sink to my knees and open up my mouth. I take him all the way
in. He has a cock ring on and bloated balls. I slide my face up and down on
his shaft, take it out and lick it. Then I put his balls in my mouth.
"Oh yeah," he moans, "Play with my balls"
Okay. If you like it, I'll do it. I don't really have limits. But
his hard dick needs attention too. So I give it. I have literally been
sucking dick since I was a preteen and I am good at it. To really suck
dick, you gotta just love dick. I love dick. I use the tongue and I use
the hand and I use my lips and he is fucking loving it.
"Fuck" he says.
People drift through and past as we go at it. You have to go
through our room to make the circuit. I am aware that they stop and watch
a while but I don't look up to see who or how long. I don't care if they
watch. It's fine with me. We are all men and we are all queer. If you
want privacy, this is the wrong place to do it. An older man comes and
joins us. He takes over the sucking duties from me. I stand up and kiss my
new lover, playing with his nipples. After a while, he makes me stand on
the cushioned bench so he can suck me.
He has some skill himself. This goes on for a while. I find
myself back on my knees, competing with the older man to have the dick in
my mouth. When I lose the pole, I go for the balls. He really responds to
that. This guy really likes his balls played with. While we are jointly
sucking, I reach over for the older mans crotch. He is soft. I stroke
him. He stays soft. It sucks. I know it'll be me one day and that
depresses me but not today. Today, I am hard as steel and ready to go.
The man we are sucking is hard too. I bob my mouth up and down on his dick.
Soon my jaw is sore and I plead for a break. I put my towel back
around my waist, my erection sticking straight out and go around back the
other way. In the room next door, there is nothing. The space beyond is
different. There is black guy in the sling, naked and hard, about to be
fucked by a fit and lean white guy. They seem to know each other, maybe
lovers but maybe friends. Anyway, it is bareback. There are a half dozen
guys watching. Again, if you are fucking here, you can't complain about
the audience. Over there, though, watching is Latin Boy. He has his towel
around his waist and I am yet to see him naked. I figure I will never
actually get to touch it but I want to encourage him to show it. I drop my
towel and pull on my dick as we watch the black guy get sodomized.
Nothing. Latin Boy doesn't respond. He doesn't feel himself or
anything. Damn.
Well, I am horny and I want some action myself and not just watch.
I put my towel on and head out. I head back for the porn theatre area. No
one is in there right then. I spread out my towel on the higher tier of
bench and begin to stroke myself. I don't mind masturbation. I started
when I was 11 and my right hand (since the internet, the left) has been a
loyal friend. I enjoy all forms of sexuality, well gay sexuality. Whacking
one off isn't a problem.
Despite that, I find myself back in the mancave soon after. As luck
would have it, I don't go directly back to where I was but I cruise around,
naked and hard. Latin boy passes me by, takes a look but doesn't stop. I
make my way back to where I was and the older guy is still there, sucking
off my friend. Again, I don't ask permission or play coy. I just jump
back in. After all, the morning is burning along.
"You have a nice dick" the man says
Well, actually I do. "Suck it" I say
"You wanna fuck me with it?"
"Sure"
He is leaving the older man behind. In the brutal world of
anonymous bathhouse sex, he has served his purpose and the action has moved
on. If he didn't get off, that's his fault. We go into one of the stalls
and close the door. It's a tight fit. I have lube that i have been
carrying around with me. I slather a generous portion on my stiff prick
and hand him the bottle. He greases up some and hands the bottle back to
me. I pour some more and ram a finger in his ass.
"Wow. You're tight" I say
"It's been a while" he says.
It must have. I know that if I can get it past the sphincter, it
is going to feel really good. He leans over to touc h his toes. I grab my
prick to guide it and I mount him up like an animal. My dick slides past
his sphincter and up into his ass chute. He groans loudly. I slide all the
way in and then just wait, to let him get used to it. Then I wiggle a bit
and slide slowly back out. Well, it feels pretty fine. Raw skin on raw
skin in a hole that was tight as fuck. Then slowly back in. I fuck him
slowly at first.
It's weird, fucking here. I am barebacking a man I don't know in a
space of a small closet on a Sunday morning. That's not the kind of thing
respectable people do. Fuck respectable. I have my hard dick in a tight
ass and neither of use expect anything more than to get off. And I am
going to fucking get off. I am still fucking him slowly, slowly and slowly
back out. Slow but deep. He lets me know that he wants it faster when he
begins to bang back onto my dick. I fuck him a little faster, a little
harder. Then a bit more.
"That what you want?" I say. "Want to get fucked hard"
He doesn't answer. He grunts. Good enough.
I am fucking him harder now and it feels really good. Wonderful.
There is nothing quite like a tight ass. I am beginning to get sweaty. I
am beginning to really enjoy it though. I've found my rhythm. You can hear
the sound of us fucking, the sound of my hip hitting his ass. You can hear
him moan. Fuck, the thing would have made it perfect is if we had an
audience. But he wanted this little bit of privacy. It's silly really.
"Goddamn," I cry out, slapping his ass. "you have a hot ass"
"Fuck me with that big dick"
If you say so. I pound on it. The sweat is building up and I feel
almost claustrophobic. My whole attention is on his ass. I am focused on
plundering it. I am fucking him hard, like a machine. Boom. In and
out. Flesh slapping against flesh. One man's moans have turned to whimpers
and the other man is grunting. Boom, Bomm. Boom. It echoes in our little
stall. He is bucking, trying to get me deeper. I am fucking him as hard as
I can. Now, harder and faster. It feels good, wonderful, intense. I am
enjoying the shit out of this. Boom, Boom. Boom. Harder and harder.
"God fucking damn" I grunt.
I can't go on. It's building. The pleasure is growing. I am
fucking him as hard as I can now. I am going to unload in his ass no
matter what. I pound it. He whimpers a bit. It makes me fuck him harder.
Goddamn. It's good. I can't control. I feel it about the explode,
growing and growing. I feel like Superman.
"Oh God" I cry out. My dick twitches and I unload. "Oh, that's
good"
My dick is exquisitely sensitive now. Too sensitive. I pull out
of him. I reach down, grab the lube and my towel.
"Thanks" I say
"Thank you" he replies.
It's a long drive back home and I spent an hour working out and an
hour on sex. Time to shower and go, get some breakfast and hit the road.
The shower area is open right there in the hallway with a half wall. Only
at the far end is there anything approaching privacy and then not really.
I don't care. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I get under the overhead
shower and let the hot water flow over me. Just then, as I turn around to
face the hall, Latin Boy, still draped in his towel walks past headed to
the sauna.
Damn, I think, that's a shame. I would have happily have done him
but he didn't show any interest. I shower off, dry and head down the
hallway past the porn theatre back to the locker room to dress. I am right
at the check out area, across from the HIV posters when Latin Boy comes
rushing up.
"I was trying to get your attention and get you to come with me but
I guess I was too subtle" he says.
You could have pushed me over with a feather. I have been semi
stalking this kid all morning and he hasn't shown the least bit of desire
but it turns out that he was actually cruising me? Damn, that was subtle.
I would have happily have done whatever he wanted 20 minutes ago. But I am
51 years old. I came twice last night and once this morning. I am probably
done for the day. When I was 20, that was a different story. I want to
break it to him easily.
"I don't know, man, I just came"
"Come with me" he says. He is insistent.
If nothing else I can try. He is hot and I am queer. I am not
turning down a hot trick. He leads me back to the sauna. Inside, off comes
the towel. He's fine. He really is. Lean, flat belly and handsome. And
then, down there, a nice full bush of black hair and a stiff, thick, long
tool sticking straight out. The boy has a very nice dick. He's been shy
all morning but now he is aggressive. His body is pressed up close against
mine, muscle against muscle. He kisses me hard and passionately. I am just
trying to keep up. His hands are all over me and mine him. His hard dick
is pressed against me.
"Damn, I wish we had done this sooner" I said
"I got time" he answers
He's young and he misses the point. He can get hard whenever he
wants. It takes me longer and it isn't as sure a thing. But I feel the
twitches coming to life as he kisses me hard. He is hungry. I don't think
he has actually done anything with anyone here for the time that I have
seen him. So, he is horny. He wants it and he wants it bad. The sight,
the smell, the feel of his hunger is turning me on.
I drop to me knees. I take him in my mouth. I gag a little. It's
long and thick, a real mouthful. But after nearly 40 years, I have
superior cock sucking skills. I can get a man off with my mouth. I make
love to his dick, worship it. It's not hard to do. It's veiny and the tip
emerging from his foreskin is cherry red. I slide it totally into my mouth
and slowly easy back all the way to the tip. I nibble on the foreskin and
then slide my tongue on the inside of the foreskin, all around the head.
Then slowly back down, taunting him.
That's a mistake.
He grabs my head as I pull back slowly and shoves me back down on
his prick hard. Then he face fucks me. He is pumping my throat so hard
that I am gagging, trying to just keep up. After a few minutes, I pull off
and stroke him hard and fast. He lifts me up and pushes me back onto the
benches. He gets between my legs. I am getting hard slowly. His mouth
encourages me on. He has some skill too. Soon I am as hard as a rock.
Looking up, he says, "Are you a top or a bottom?"
"A top usually," I say. "But you can fuck me if you want"
That seemed to make him happy. "You got a room?" he asked me
"No" I was pretty sure that I wasn't going to get fucked in a
sauna. He seemed like he was about to suggest that, so I picked up my
precious little bottle of silicone lube and took him by the hand. "Come
on."
I admit I wanted him and I wanted him bad. I don't usually bottom
and he is big but I still wanted him. After all, you can't really be gay
if you don't have your feet in the air at least sometimes. I didn't care
much about where, or if we had an audience, as long as that big dick was
inside me. We headed out, past the shower, through the door. He protested
slightly but the man cave was really our only option. The little alcove
room just as you round the corner. At night, it is the dark space. Mark
and I have been in their often enough to know. Hell, he's been the guy on
the bench getting gang banged. We head in. Latin boy pulls the curtain on
that side for a bit of privacy. I don't honestly care but I pull the
curtain on the other side. I climb up on the bench, on my hands and knees,
my legs wide apart.
Remember to breathe, I tell myself.
"FUUUCK" I cry out as he penetrating. It fucking hurts. Goddamn it
fucking hurts. It feels like I am being ripped apart.
He's in all the way. Thank God he stops. I can get used to it.
I feel full down there. God, it feels ... it feels weird. I need
to piss. I need to shit. I need to do something. He slides slowly back
out. That's better. Then slowly back in.
"Fuck" I moan. I don't to piss and I don't to shit. I need to
cum.
A little faster. That's better. I am filled up, his prick slides
over my prostate and it sends shivers up my spine. Then a little faster, a
little harder. Good.
"Oh, yeah, that's it, fuck me baby," I say. "Fuck me"
"Oh, man, this is one tight ass" he says
"Fuck me hard"
He's got a rhythm and each stroke is a little bit of heaven. There
is a man in the room with us, watching and stroking himself. I don't give a
shit. I'm a man in my fifties being fucked by a young stud. What do I
have to be ashamed of? Latin boy either doesn't notice or ignores him. He
is draped over me, I feel a bit of the weight of his torso on my back. THe
rhythm is good. Just hard enough, just fast enough. It feels great.
"That's it, that's it, that's good. Keep going, keep going" I pant
out in time with his thrusts.
There is another man there and watching. I think he wants to play
too but I ignore him. Latin boy is speeding up. He's feeling, I know, my
tight ass on his swollen prick and he was horned up anyway. I'm feeling
it. I'm feeling fine. God fucking damn, I'm feeling good. Pound, pound,
pound. I reach down and put my dick in my hands. I am soft but it doesn't
take much to harden it up. I am on fire down there.
"You like that fucking dick?" Latin boy snarls.
Like it? I fucking love it. "Fuck me hard"
He does. Oh, fuck. He does. Harder and harder. Faster and
faster. I am as hard a rock, stroking myself as he plunders my ass.
Goddamn. Pound, pound, pound. I don't care who is around. I don't care if
the world is ending, just fuck me. Pound, pound, pound. I am bucking back,
trying to get his big dick further in me.
I am breathing ragged. I want more and more and more, faster and
harder, just fucking more. God, at this point it is fucking blur. I can't
control myself. I think I am going to pass out. I think I might die.
Fuck, I don't care, just keep fucking me.
I suck in some air. Off in the distance I hear, "Oh, fuck, I'm
going to cum"
Oh fuck no. More. more. He is fucking me super hard. He won't
last, not even seconds. Then pow. Now it's done. He pulls out. He slaps
me on the ass and climbs down.
I roll over and give myself 4 hard jerks and cum a second time.
I have to shower again and get dressed. It's a long way home. But
it's been a hell of a good morning.