Date: Wed, 5 Apr 2017 23:46:28 +0000
From: Jesse Gibson <revjpgibson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sexual Adventures 5

			  TRUE SEXUAL ADVENTURES
				    By
		  Rev. Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin

DISCLAINER: The following is 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.  If this offends you,
stop reading.  If you find homosexuality erotic, I hope you enjoy.




				   FIVE
				  FRIENDS
	       Island House and Bourbon Street Pub, Key West


	It was still light but late afternoon.  There were two guys in the
pool at Island House and poolside was lonely when I got in the water near
the bar.

	"You don't have a drink for me?" the blond one says from the other
side of the pool.

	"Did you want one?"  I shot back.  "I'm in favor of naked men
having alcohol."

	"Maybe later" he said, paddling over to where I was.  His friend,
the black haired one, was following in his wake.

	The blond one was named Mark, in his 40's and not bad looking,
making his way as non-tenured college English instructor in Fort
Lauderdale.  He was the one interested in me.  The other one, tattooed and
black haired and a little younger, would have been my preference but either
he wasn't interested in me or laid off for his friend's sake. His name was
Kevin and was from New York where he worked as a minor functionary in a
major accounting firm.  They were not boyfriends or lovers, just friends,
having gotten to know each other at sex parties that Kevin used to host
professionally. That intrigued me but I never got to find out as much as I
really wanted to about it.  As is was, Mark was groping me pretty heavily
in the pool, which I didn't mind.

	I think I actually did buy them a drink but I am not certain.  At
any rate, I found myself in the small restroom in the breezeway linking the
pool to the outdoor jacuzzi, right next to where my room would be the next
time I came.  We shared a toilet so I could piss and Mark ran his hand
through my piss stream.  I wondered to myself whether I would be pissing
down his throat before the night ended.

	We agreed to meet up to go downtown to the gay bars to drink. I
picked out a pair of UnderArmour boxer briefs, pink and gray stripped, a
pair of green shorts and a black shirt with flip flops.  I thought I looked
pretty good.  They were on the second floor too, tucked way back in a
corner in a shared bath room, with a double bed.  I came in and laid down
as they dressed, chit chatting.  Kevin decided to step outside for a
cigarette.  As soon as he was gone, Mark had my shorts undone and underwear
peeled down and my dick in his mouth.

	"Well, fuck" I said, holding onto his head as he tongue bathed me,
"You know how to get down to business."

	It felt good, of course.  Blow jobs do.  Whenever I need to drop a
load, I don't mind the glory hole at the arcade.  As long as he knows what
he is doing, a mouth is a mouth.  And I am not picky.  I would have rather
Kevin but I got Mark and it appears I will be getting laid as much as I
want tonight.  Maybe I will still get Kevin, separately or together, who
knows?  When he came back, he seemed eager to get downtown and so we quit.

	There aren't that many gay bars in Key West, not really when you
consider it a gay heaven, but the Bourbon Street Pub is the best known.
The cab stopped in the street and we piled out and into the dark bar, too
early for the go go boys dancing.  I got a vodka and cranberry juice,
served in a plastic cup, and chatted with Mark some more, and Kevin too.
After a while a trio of straight couples came in, tourists so they can say
they went to a gay bar on vacation.  We headed out to the garden bar in the
back, male only.  That, in case you were wondering, is the true gay
bar. The front is for tourists, I think; for straight woman and their
reluctant partners to be able to say that they have been in a gay bar. The
boys may dance in the front, and that's nice because half naked young men
in Andrew Christian underwear occassionally pulling on their junk is not be
dismissed, but the back is where the fags are.

	Mark took me up to the balcony overlooking the garden bar. there
being a warning sign at the top of the stair case that it was clothing
optional up there.  Obviously, that didn't bother me.  I remarked that I
had seen a porno, Key West Cum, filmed from that balcony, where the hero
sucked off two guys.  Actually, I was wrong about it: it was filmed at the
Equator Resort, not here. My bad. There was another staircase and an upper
balcony.

	Up there, on the far side of the cupola, was a boy, lean and flat
bellied, masturbating in the warm night air. I know I wasn't embarassed by
it.  I think boys should masturbate, masturbate often and fuck
more. Otherwise, what is the point of being young?  I thought it thrilling
but we left him to it. Instead, we went to the near side, and I settled
into a chaise longue.  Mark was on top of me, kissing me. I don't think my
clothes came off in stages. I think I had clothes on and then was in my
underwear, hard as a rock.  Mark kept his clothes on, at least then.  Soon,
the underwear off too.  So here I am now, nearly naked under the stars,
making out with a guy, not sure if this is allowed or not but unconcerned
about being caught.  In fact, that is a turn on.

	Then I was naked.  Mark is giving me head.

	"I like that" I tell him.  "That's good"

	No teeth, warmth mouth, just the right amount of tongue and one
hand jacking the base of my dick.  It was wonderful.  The commotion brought
the twink over.  I look over and he is in the chair next to me, watching us
and stroking himself.  I smile to myself.  I figure he will join in
shortly, in a minute or two.  I know I don't mind pleasuring him.  For the
moment, I just lean back and enjoy my hummer, every nerve ending firing in
pure pleasure.  Then the twink proves me right.  He is standing next to my
head, his hard on nearly in my face.  I open up and take him in.

	A plane flies overhead to land at the airport. I almost laugh at
the absurdity of it.  I am in a three way on the rooftop of a gay bar on
Duval Street while a plane makes it's final approach. The innocent
passengers can't see anything but what if they could?  I would love to give
the twink's dick the tongue bath it deserves, and he is hung well enough
mind you, but I am limited in my movements. I am doing the best I can.  The
twink face fucks me.  He wants it.  I don't how long he has been up here
stroking off but he is one horny motherfucker. At the same time, Mark is
doing a number on my dick and it feels great.  I gag some as the twink rams
it down my throat.

	Some people come up and watch us for a couple of minutes before
turning to leave.  There were three of them and I guess they got a show.
We were alone again when the twink really started to go to town, really
face fucking me.  His dick twitched and balls tightened and then he
unloaded in my mouth.  I swallowed it all.  That's another thing, I like
the taste of semen.  Weird, I know.  I once had some jizz at a sex club in
Atlanta that tasted like honey. I can't imagine the diet that gives sweet
splooge.

	Alone, Mark and I just kind of petered out.  I didn't cum, although
I did enjoy it.  I dressed and we decided we needed to find Kevin.  He
wasn't in the garden bar or the front bar or the bathroom.  We went across
the street to the drag bar and he wasn't there either and the drag show was
waiting to start. Next door is Saloon One, a leather dive bar, the gayest
of all.  He was there, drinking straight bourbon and pissed that we had
left him alone.  Well, he was pissed at Mark for ditching him just to get
some dick.  We apologized and made nice, got a drink and then went down to
Aqua.  Kevin sang karaoke and I got drunk.  As i got drunk, I got horny.
I've been fucking around for hours and I haven't had a single orgasm.
Something had to give.

	I was all over Mark in the cab ride back.  "I need to piss and I am
going to piss down your throat and then I am going to fuck the living shit
out of you" I whispered in his ear.

	"Okay" Mark said

	"Damn" Kevin said.  He heard it too.  The cabbie might have too.  I
guess I wasn't really whispering

	"You can join in if you want"

	"No," Kevin said.  "Have fun, though"

	My room is narrow and small, with a double bed.  But it has a
bathroom and shower, not that I use the shower there because I go to the
shower in the gym instead.  Better to be naked in public, you know.  But
now I am in the shower, pissing on him.  I've been needing to piss for a
while and there is a lot of it.  He is naked, catching my water in his
hands before sinking to his knees and opening his mouth to drink my piss.
He is hard, too.  Turned on.  He gets enough but I am still pissing,
showering him with it, soaking his whole body.

	The room is very small, a couple of steps from the shower to the
bed.  I towel each of us off and then shove him on the bed. We make out for
a while, our naked bodies entertwined but I am still a bit drunk and and
very horny.

	"Let's fuck" I tell him.

	I mount him doggy style.  Bareback. Not gentle, not sweet, not
romantic.  He is hard and I am hard.  I just ram it in.

	"Fuck" he cries. It hurt.  He wanted it and I think he likes men
that are hung and nasty but it was painful.

	This will be the one time I ever fuck him. He leaves in the
morning.  I would have done him and Kevin together but that wasn't to
be. So I try to fuck him good.  Plenty of wiggle, plenty of motion.  My
skin against his feels great but I want him to feel me inside of him too.

	"Oh, fuck, that feels good" Mark says, arching his back up and
burying his face in the pillow.

	I am an animal.  No rational thought.  It feels good and I want to
fuck.  I slam it in him.  He moans and I slam it again.  God, that feels
good.  My dick is fucking throbbing as I fuck him.  His dick is hard too
and Mark is stroking it.

	"You want that?" I ask as I slide in and out

	"Oh, fuck yeah" Mark answers.

	I smile.  I am giving it to him whether he wants it or not.  But he
is bouncing back against my dick as I shove it forward.  He wants it.  I
want to give it.  Then I feel my balls begin to scrunch up. I feel the
pressure building.  The pressure and the pleasure.  It feels fucking
awesome. I know I am close but I don't care.  I wish it would last forever
like this, at this intensity, but it won't.  Not even for long.  Then it
comes to the point of no return.  Just hang on and fuck. Harder and harder.
Then, grunting and trying to find my breath, I feel it build to a peak.
It's either die or cum.

	I fill his ass with my hot splooge, five big spurts.

	Satisfied, I send him on his way.  Back to his friend.  They leave
tomorrow and I will never see either of them.  It doesn't matter.  We were
friends for a night. I got what I wanted and he got what he wanted. It
turned out all right; he had a hot willing hole and wanted to be
fucked. Who says the other would have been better.  He wanted me and I
wanted it. I think he must have came while fucking him.  There was a wet
spot right in the center of the bed.  I'm glad he got off.