Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2017 03:15:04 +0000 From: Jesse Gibson <revjpgibson@hotmail.com> Subject: Sexual Adventures 10 & 11 TRUE SEXUAL ADVENTURES By Rev. Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin DISCLAINER: The following is based on true experienced. 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. If this offends you, stop reading. If you find homosexuality erotic, I hope you enjoy. TEN DOUBLE DIP Thee Love Shack and Rainbow Cabaret, Tampa There is a place in Tampa, in the Drew Park neighborhood, called the Thee Love Shack. It is a shit hole. Make no mistake. Obviously, I don't mind that. Not when random, sleazy, anonymous sex is involved. My lover felt the same way. We made no pretense at monogamy. My plan was to go to the Rainbow Cabaret that night, the gay bathhouse that shared half the building with Playhouse II from an earlier story. As bathhouses go, Rainbow is hard core. It is truly all about fucking. But I had time to kill and so I am here. There are two video arcades down stairs and they are popular. But I pay the 8 bucks to go upstairs. There are 6 theatres upstairs. The biggest one has a old big screen TV playing straight porn with a meth head sleeping it off. The other big one was showing the tail end of the straight Star Trek parody. I sink into a couch to watch it, more as an ex Treker than for the straight sex. Pretty soon, a transvestite comes into the room. She comes up to me and reaches down and grabs my crotch. "I suck the best dick in Tampa, baby" she says She wants money and I don't want to give it. I don't begrudge her but cross dressing and transvestites aren't my thing. I respect them as people but lack attraction to them. Sort of how I feel about women. Nor do I object to sex work. There is a certain efficiency in paying for what you want if someone is willing to sell. Besides, sexual morality is not my strong suit. But I am not here to pay and my attraction is toward men. I politely blow her off. She goes to make her way with one of the other two guys in there. I get up and duck into the alcoves off of the room, to see if either of them are playing bi porn or anything nastier. Then I go all the way to the front. On that side is a small theatre, really existing mainly as a place for a piece of ass and then the final room, playing gay porn on a regular TV. I sit down on the solitary couch, take out my dick and stroke it. I don't want to cum but I will take it to the edge. Then there was a flash in my eye as someone enters the room and then quickly left. I guess he either didn't know it was the gay room and got spooked by the porn more than me or he wanted the gay room but got spooked by me. Either way, I didn't stop what I was doing. Why should I? A dick out at a place like this should be considered normal, plus this is the gay one. Gay men have no problems with hard ons. The guy comes back in, slowly this time. I don't say anything. I don't really need to. I am erect and I am not putting it away. He stands in front of me and slowly, almost shyly, reaches down to take my dick in his hands. I let him. I reach up and grab him. He's black, he's fairly fit, nicely hung and clearly queer. We manage to get his hard dick out to. I take him in my mouth, wet and sloppy. He stands upright and lets me do it. He's uncut, which I like. Nibble on the foreskin a bit, run my tongue inside of it around the head before swallowing him deep. I'm hard because I like sucking dick. It's a turn on to know that a man is enjoying what I am doing to him. It is one of the benefits of being gay: I know what you want. I want it too. I am working on his dick, using my best technique in the dark of the room with the flittering light from the porn. Someone else sticks their head in and sees us before quickly exiting. He doesn't come back. Clearly, this isn't what he wanted. It's a shame. I'll suck two dicks as easily as one. Oh, well, I have big black cock in my mouth, a hand on the shaft and the tip on my lips. Time to work it. He leans down and kisses me. I like that, Nice touch. OUr tongues meet, our mouths together.I want to get back at it but he sinks to his knees and gets between my legs to get my swollen cock in his mouth. I lean back and let him go. Why not? It is just as blessed to receive as to give. And he is good at it too. A practicised mouth. I just lay back and drink in the sensation of an outstanding blow job. "You wanna fuck me?" he asks, pulled off of my dick. "Yeah, but I don't want to cum. It's early yet" He fishes around in his pocket for a condom and hands it to me. I open it and roll it on. Clearly he is a bottom who comes prepared. I have some lube and smear it on. He leans over the end of the couch, his ass out and I get behind him and guide myself in. Mostly I fuck bareback but I will admit that having a condom helps you last longer, even if the sensation is less. I go slow but this ass has been violated before. A number of times. There is no real resistance. Nice and soft and warm, not truly tight though. All the way in and then fuck. It's primal, a 100.000 years of evolution in that motion of fucking. I drive it in him and fuck him hard, standing doggy. Here's the thing. I didn't want to cum. I didn't. But I lose control. He has a nice ass and I just want to fuck him. So I do. I have very limited experience with pussy so I can't really say but ass is where it is at. Damn. I plow him too. I fuck him like he wants to be fucked. For a little while, I tell myself I can stop at just the right moment, edge it and stop, saving my spunk for later on. But it grows and the moment comes to back off and I don't. I plow straight ahead. Now it's too late. I just go with it. I feel the orgasm growing and I keep on. I pound it and keep going. Then, i drop the load in a blaze of glory into that condom. I pull out and buckle up but I have a condom to dispose of. He buckles up too. "Thought you didn't want to cum" he says "Yeah," I say sheepishly. "Couldn't help myself. I was fucking this hot guy." He smiles and nods. "You live around here?" I shake my head no. "Just here on business" "Too bad" I search around for a trash can or something I can dump the condom in. Eventually I find one and leave. As I go through the door, the transvestite is going across the parking lot, leaving. I don't know if she made any money or not. I am guessing not. Too bad. My plan was to go to the bathhouse that night. There are three: Tampa Men's Health Club, a really nice facility but not busy; Ybor Resort and Spa, a place for twinks to party and play; and Rainbow Cabaret. So the comparison: Flex Spa in Atlanta is great but they really focus on the bath part of bathhouse: the pool, the large sauna, the hot tub. But you can walk around buck naked if you want, hard as a rock. Club Orlando has all that stuff but is really more about the sex, with a porn theatre, a black area and the mancave. But they are a bit more uptight. Rainbow, though, there is some of that shit - a crappy ass hot tub mainly - but it is all about the fucking. It is more like a sex club than a bathhouse, a more downscale version of Atlanta's Manifest 4 U. It is a shit hole, about to fall down, skanky and sleazy and all the rest. It's heaven on earth for guys like me. I recharge at the hotel for a couple of hours before heading out again. Parking at the Rainbow Cabaret, I went inside and paid my money. I got a locker. Most other places I get a room but not here. The rooms are shit, only have one channel porn and what does it matter. Here there are plenty of places to decompress without a room and a general anything goes vibe so that you don't really need privacy to fuck. I head to the locker room which means you go up some stairs next to the maze area. There are a couple guys using the glory holes at the top of the stairs being serviced by a pair of guys down below able to stand as they work. It really is a well thought out arrangement. The locker room was crowded, maybe a dozen guys either undressing, dressing or hanging out talking. If I had to guess there were probably 50 or more guys in the building at that time actively looking or playing. Not a bad crowd. Naked, I head out for the porn theatre. I don't wrap myself up in a towel. Why? What does it matter? I head for the porn theatre, four rows of couches. In the upper left is a pair of older men chatting, naked but just chatting. There is ass fucking being projected onto the wall in front. In the back, there are some lurkers and at least one guy at the sucking end of the glory hole the abuts the Playhouse Theatre. I sink into a couch on the second row and pour some lube on my hand to get myself stroked up. Before I can even really get hard, there is a guy coming down to sit next to me. He doesn't ask my permission before taking my dick in his hand to rub. "Nice dick" he says. "Thanks. It's served me well" He leans over me and begins to blow me. Well that was quick. From zero to blow job in nothing flat. He's not a bad looking guy and I am willing to be blown. This isn't going to be when and where I cum. The orgasm from before took a bit off the horniness but added staying power. This guy isn't bad looking and he sucks me well, which I enjoy, but it's a long night. When I blow it's going to be at the end of it and in a shock of glory. There is a guy behind us, watching, making sure he can see all the action. That's cool with me. I think having somebody watch is totally fine, a turn on actually. If you come into a place like this, it is what it is. A group of men who want or need to have sex with other men without romance, without bullshit, without names even. If you are getting blown in a porn theatre, you really can't complain if somebody wants to watch. If you are walking around naked and hard, guys are going to size you up. That's the way it is. When it begins to feel too good, I return the favor for him. Standing him in front of me, I dive onto his dick. I like sucking dick. I truly get off on it. I'm good at it too. He is enjoying it too and I stroke myself enough to keep hard and keep feeling hot and horny. But he doesn't want to cum just yet either and after while, we go our separate ways, each telling the other that we'll catch them later and maybe play again then. Sometimes it happens but usually not. I'll pursue a new man if I can instead of going back for an old. Shiny penny. But who knows Sometimes it happens. There is this porn theatre I go to about once a month. THe last 6 months, I have hooked up with the same guy each time. He's a pushy, bossy bottom but he is also a talented bottom too. It makes a difference. I go through the maze area. There is a guy in the sling getting his ass plowed. I think about that, the sheer nastiness of it but there are a couple of other guys waiting their turn. I get groped and then blown by a guy sitting just off the pathway through the maze. It was fine as blow jobs go but not what I want. I go to one of the alcoves to decompress a little and then make another round through the maze. Then I figure it'sback to the theatre. The black guy, the guy from Thee Love Shack, is coming out as I went in. "Hey" he says after stopping short and recognizing me. I laugh. "Hey. what you doing here?" "Same as you. Looking for a good time. Somebody to hook up with" "Found anybody?" I ask "Just now. I get a second chance at that big dick? I got a room" I nod and he leads the way. Unlocking the door, we step in. He closes it. We are shut in, naked, both of us hard and both of us queer. I step up and kiss him, hard on the mouth. I suck hard on his nipple and rub my hands on his hard milk chocolate body. I could feel his muscles in his broad shoulders, the smell of manhood on him as I kissed him. I like hardness: hard muscles, hard dicks, hard fucking. We aren't here for romance. we are here to enjoy the other. He liked his nipples played with. I did it when I knew he wanted it. He ground his crotch into mine, his hard dick against mine. Our hands were all over each other. The bed there is a thin mattress on a wooden box, only just comfortable enough to do the job. We 69, him on top, face fucking me even as he goes to town on my turgid tool. I wonder about straight men and blow jobs. Cocksucking is a huge part of my sexual life, more than ass fucking. Surely, a woman cannot make love to a dick with her mouth the way a man, who has one after all, can. I want to please him to be sure but I get off doing it. I love having a dick in my mouth, always have since a young teenager. So I suck on it, lick and tug on his thick full balls. But the thing is that the angle is wrong. He is sucking away and it feels good but I have a bad angle to get at him. Far better is him on his back and me between his legs. I am well stimulated at this point and want to cool down before I impale him with my dick. So, I do him. Nice and leisurely, I suck and I lick and then I reach up and kiss him, play with his nipples and go back down south. Playful. I let my body rest up against his as i kiss him and then off as I go back to his stiff prick. That's good for a while and we make out, first me sucking him and then him sucking me for quite a while. There are a million positions in porn. For me, though, there are four: missionary, doggy, cowboy and standing. I have probably fucked more guys standing in a cramped booth than the average straight guy has fucked women. At least a hundred. For some reason, I fuck this guy missionary. His feet on my back and his knees at my ear, ass up. I am hard. This time, he doesn't give me a condom. It'll be bareback. Skin on skin. I last longer with a rubber, and if I have to use a condom I prefer a non-latex one like Skyn that is more sensitive, but I prefer raw. The total sensation. This is the second pass at this ass. I slide it in. He pushes against my chest to slow me down. So I do, ever so slowly sliding it in to let him get reacquianted with it. Fully in, he is breathing and I add a little motion and then slowly withdraw it. It does feel good. I mean it fucking. Of course it feels good. There is a reason that adults don't want their kids to ever fuck: once they start, they're not stopping. Not willingly at least. He stroked himself as I fucked him. I fucked him slow and steady. But he was getting hot and bothered. So I picked it up. "That feels good" he says "Yeah. You have a hot ass" He smiles. I have a hot dick. And soon, the dick will win. It feels what it feels, the pure pleasure of it. I pump harder and he strokes harder. I reach down and give him a hand job as I plow his ass. He lets me for a while, and I enjoy the view of his plump balls, but then he takes back over. He knows how to hit his own buttons. I tug at his balls to help him along. Besides, I am feeling good. Maybe too good. I pump him harder. Then harder. Faster and then harder. He spews before I do, coating his chest and stomach with rich creamy jizz. I dump my load in his ass. Pulling out, I kiss him and thank him before grabbing my towel and leaving. I go and sit in one of the alcoves, idly watching some porn to decompress. I have to decide between leaving or staying. I have had two orgasms in the last few hours. I am middle aged. Not bad I think. But the viagra is still in me and I am able to get hard again. My third orgasm was a guy that I met in the little hot tub and took to the maze and fucked. The fourth was a aging twink in the sling. He was whimpering when I finished. ELEVEN THE MAZE Flex Spa, Atlanta Over the course of time, I have had plenty of fun at Flex Spa. I've been enough to have fully explored the place. You can't make out in the pool, which sucks, or in the hot tub, which is upfront by the check out area. Otherwise, it is pretty free about walking around naked. It is a generally warm weather kind of place because a portion of the cruising action is technically outdoors. What I like about Flex is that it is diverse: white, black and hispanic with blacks about half, whites about a third and hispanic the rest except for the occassional Asian guy. I am white. I don't have a fetish about black and brown but no prejudice either. Why base things on race? Hot is hot. People are people. One thing about the black guys, here at least, is that they are generally younger than the white guys, and often hang around and mess around with other black guys. Not exclusively of course but in general. Still there is plenty of action. The way I figure it, whatever the race, queer is queer. This is the event that sticks out in my mind. I don't remember what came before it or what came after. I may have stayed and had another round or maybe not. This bit on this trip, I remember very well. The maze, such as it is, is small. It is about 15 feet long down one side and then up the other. There is a black guy standing against the wall, very slowly jacking himself in the passageway facing the stalls in the middle. I come in naked and hard, my dick sticking straight out. He is not as young as the other black guys but not old, not even as old as me. I'd say mid to late 30's. He had the kind of body a guy that works has. Not gym built but solid. A mere bit of gut but broad shouldered and strong. I don't know if he qualifies as big black cock or not. but about like me, may be not as big around. Anyway, it is a mansized tool on a man's body. I am standing there, stroking myself as he looks at me and strokes himself. The strange courtship rituals of bathhose dwellers. We haven't touched yet but we will. Who knows how far it will go but it will go somewhere. The fact that he hasn't turned away or walked off means that he is interested. I reach out and take his full thick dick in my hand. He takes mine. I put my body next to his and we kiss, right there in the hallway of the maze. He pushes me backwards into one of the stalls. The door closes. Our towels are on the floor and we are both hot and into it, kissing hard with teenage like abandon. I rub on his nipples and he likes that. I reach down and suck on them. He likes that too. I fall to my knees and take him in my mouth. What we do, we are doing urgently. I am sucking the shit out of him. I want him. Bad. He lifts me up and he sinks down to reciprocate. He's good at it. There are all kinds in a place this. Married men trying to get a little dick, maybe bisexual or maybe closeted. That's fine. How am I to judge? I am less interested in them though. I am queer. Queer down to the bone. Always have been, always will. This guy, though, is like me. Been around a few times. Sucked a few, fucked a few, been fucked a few. More than a few. Lots. We're here because we like random. We like anonymous. We are predators. Public sex? No problem. Group sex? No problem. Bring it on. I have my ass stuck out, my face against the wall, legs apart. Ready. He takes my silicone lube and slicks himself down. As always, I have douched just in case, although I rarely take it in the ass. Be prepared though. In the right circumstance, I will. This is the right circumstance. I don't know why. He is hot, that's for sure. That's not it entirely. I want to be dominated, just right now. I am hot and eager. For some reason, I want to get fucked. This guy in particular to fuck me. So I have my ass out. I feel it going in. It does hurt still. But not for long. Fullness. That describes it. My brain always takes time to figure out how to process the sensation. He is all the way in. His body is against mine. His sweat is merging with mine. I feel the hardness of him on me and in me. He moves back and to. I grunt. It doesn't quite feel good but not bad either. Just full and uncomfortable. He fucks me a little harder. Goddamn. There it is. My brain has it now. It feels good. That's what it feels like. Really fucking good. "Man, you're tight" he says. Yeah. I bottom maybe a two dozen times a year. It's not that I don't enjoy it, I do. I just don't. Most of my lovers have been bottoms, at least since I stopped being a twink many years ago. Back then I bottomed a lot. Now not so much. I am pretty masculine acting and seem to just end up on top. Plus, in a bathhouse, bottoms out number tops. There is competitive advantage in being a top. But I am getting fucked now and I like it. I have trouble keeping wood while getting fucked and I am pulling on my softening dick, trying to coax it back to life even as the sensation of my hand around it feels really tremendous. The sensation in my ass as he slides along my prostate feels good too. There is nothing quite like that fullness. It's not super fast or super hard, just right. The right speed, the right force to maximize my pleasure. I could go all night like this. "Goddamn, that ass feels good," he says. "So tight" I moan a bit. "That dick feels good" "You want it?" "Yeah" I answer. Yeah, I want it. I have stroked myself hard. I am feeling it, feeling good down there. I push back against his dick, driving it in a bit deeper. He responds by fucking me a little harder. That's good. He has his hands on my hairy chest as he does my ass. I like that he is holding me. A little harder now. I groan a bit. "You like black cock, huh?" I look around. There is another guy in the stall with us. He looks like a thug. Lean, hard, muscled, tattoed with a scraggly goatee, probably mid to late 20's, he looks mean. He is hard though. It is a good looking dick, really only average sized but nice. I think of all the things I should say in retort but don't. I don't say anything. The first guy pulls out and the second guy gets behind me. He is less gentle. That's okay. It's more than okay. Goddamn. It really is good. He fucks me like he means it. Rapid fire stabbing motions, slamming against my prostate, making my hard dick jump. I can smell his musky odor. I can feel his hard body against mine. I can feel his rock hard dick violating me over and over. "Goddamn" I say, almost breathless "YOu want this, cracker? This what you want?" "You talking or fucking?" I say, summoning the courage. "I'm fucking you motherfucker" And he did. I think he has been around all night and now he just wants to get off and get gone. My ass is convenient. So he fucks with abandon. I try not to touch my dick. I want to enjoy it. I don't want to pop off. not just yet. But then he pulls out, slaps my ass. In a second, I feel the first guy go back. The second guy is in my face. I reach out to take him in my mouth but he swats me away. He jacks furiously and then points his weapon at me, coating my face with cum, dripping down. I wipe it some and taste it. Not bad. The first guy takes up where the other left off. Hard and fast. I feel it too. It feels pretty fucking good. I feel it happening, the sensation of it. I know not to touch myself at all. Just let what happens happen. Then, just when I think I can't take it anymore, I shot off. A hands free cum shot. An anal orgasm. Sweet.