Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2017 17:53:00 +0000
From: Jesse Gibson <revjpgibson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sexual Adventures 6 & 7

			  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.


				    SIX
			      SLOPPY SECONDS
			    Hank's Bar, Orlando


	Hank's Bar in Orlando is kind of low rent and sleazy.  I mean that
in a good way.  I like low rent and sleazy.  There was once a time in my
life when I didn't think I would.  In my teens and early 20's, I looked for
love and validation.  After that, it was a series of relationships, all
good in their own way but under the spectre of diseae and death. I never
gave voice to the reality of myself, never explored it.  Over time, the
fires began to ebb and all too soon in my life, I felt that my sex life was
drawing to a close.  Actually, it was a medical problem, low testosterone.
Replacement was the best thing that ever happened to me.  For one thing, I
gave myself permission to be myself.  That first trip to Key West, taking
the plunge at a clothing optional gay resort was my special gift to myself:
confronting body image and natural introspection.  I learned a lot about
myself: I'm a pig.  A fucking pig.  I like anonymous sex.  I like being
watched. I like it dirty.  The more the better.

	The first time I ever came here, I knew it was my kind of
place. They only serve beer so I got one and walked outside onto the patio.
There is a trail with multiple little alcoves bordered by foliage with a
bit of privacy, the whole area bounded by privacy fences, until you come to
a sharp L turn.  There would appear to be the main party area.  The first
time, I rounded the corner as a guy was cumming, masturbating into
another's mouth.  So, yeah, what's not to like?.  I come back from time to
time, just to see what kind of trouble I can get into.  My then current
boyfriend was working during the day and I was visiting him on the weekend.
We planned to spend the evening jointly at the bathhouse.  We had that kind
of relationship.

	The sign outside says clearly that it is a gay bar.  No reason for
the unsuspecting to wander into this den of iniquity without proper
warning.  Also there is a one drink minimum. I get a Stella and head out to
the patio.  It is hot, mid August and no one in their right mind would be
outside.  There is a duo sitting at a table under the canopy, idly watching
the proceedings, drinking from a pitcher quickly getting hot.  Over there,
just off the path in a little round area bounded by foliage and a tree next
to the fence there is a trio of guys, dicks out, hard, stroking them,
either through the fly or with their pants at the ankles, watching as a
lean black man is pounding the ass of this latin guy.  The black guy has
his shorts down around his ankles and a wife beater shirt pulled up over
his neck.  Latin boy is naked.  And he is getting fucked and I mean hard.
The black guy is my age or little younger probably, but not an ounce of fat
on him, all lean muscle and sinew.  Say what you want to about big black
cock being a stereotype but he has a big black cock.  Long, thick and black
as coal tar and he is fucking the living hell out of the guy.  Too hot for
words.

	"Damn, that's hot" I say to one of the guys, a redneck looking
white trash kind of guy in his late 20's, as I pull my cock out of my
pants.

	"No shit" the guy says as he reaches over to stroke me.  I return
the favor.  "He likes big dicks"

	I shrug.  Maybe, who knows?

	Redneck strokes me as black guy fucks him hard. You can hear the
slapping of skin against skin.  Another guy wanders up, takes a slug of
beer and settles in to watch.  What does it matter?  What's the difference
between watching it live and watching it on a screen?  Well, live is
better. After a while though, I either want redneck to sink to his knees
and blow me or something.  I'm not cumming from a hand job.  I'll save it
up for tonight.  Right now, I am pretty fucking horny and I'll be even
hornier tonight but if I pop now, I'll need a Viagra for later.  It doesn't
bother me but not for a hand job.  I wander off, draining a beer as I go,
in search of other trouble.  There was a guy in the shed of the very end of
the trail but I wasn't interested.  I think it was this time there that a
bear was sucking off a cub on one of the tables.  They weren't interested
in me.  All that's cool.  Just move on to the next target of opportunity.

	When I got back up to the front, black guy was definitely at the
end, all the tell tale signs.  He grunted and gave a half dozen half
hearted strokes before pulling that long dick out of the guys ass hole,
still dripping with pearly white cum.  The latin guy turns around, sinks to
his knees and takes the black guy in his mouth, ass juices and semen, but
the black guy, now super sensitive pushes him away.  He hikes up his pants
and pulls his shirt down and heads back in.  The guys around are acting
like the shows over but I don't think it is.  Bottom is happy but not yet
fully loaded. Latin guy looks me over and nods at me.

	"Yeah, I'll fuck you" I say. "How do you want it?"

	"Hard" he says.

	Why not?  No need for romance. I get behind him, his ass pointed
straight out.  I sink a little at the knees to get the angle and then slide
the torpedo in.  One smooth motion, all the way in.  The black guys cum is
my lube. I don't care. I like cum. I'm a fag that way.  All the way in.  I
wiggle it to give a little motion and then pull nearly all the way out
before sliding is slowly back in.  But that's the last of that.  I reach
around, grab his dick, uncut but semi soft and tug on it as I fuck his ass.
I fuck him hard, taking up where the black guy left off.  No foreplay, no
kissing, no romance, no nothing.  Just fucking.  Hard and fast.

	The thing is that it's been two days and I am fucking horny.  Horny
as hell.  I'm not going to last and I know it.  I don't really give a shit
either.  I need to burn some of this horniness off.  I'll take old Blue
later and go five rounds in the maze or in a cubicle or in the porn theatre
or somewhere tonight. Later, I'll go slow.  Now, I just want to tear this
ass up.

	He is grunting and pushing back on my dick.  Fine.  He doesn't want
it slow and that's good since that isn't the way he is going to get it.  He
is going to get it hard and fast and that seems to be what he wants.  The
guys around are still watching and stroking.  I like that.  Bang it out. Go
for it.

	Oh shit.

	It feels good.  Too good.  Too much.  Oh fuck.  Well, shit, fuck
it.  Just go.  So I do.  I fuck him hard and then harder still. Goddamn.
It does feel good.  Fuck, here it cums.  I just keep going.  Harder and
harder. I don't try to stop. I don't want to.  More and more.  Harder and
harder.  Then, boom, there it is.

	I pull out, pull up my pants and drain my beer. I got fucked that
night by a trio of guys, shooting my load over my head.  All of it was
great.




				   SEVEN
			    THE COCK INSPECTOR
			    Playhouse II. Tampa

	I was in Tampa for a bit of fairly annoying business. I stayed,
just the one night. at a hotel on Dale Mabrey Blvd in the Drew Park section
of town, a fairly seedy area of low rent housing, light industrial business
and adult establishments.  I already knew the reputation of the area and a
quick check on line gave me a couple of possibilities to try out.  One was
just a block from my hotel, called the Thee Love Shack. But the one I
wanted to see was a dozen blocks away, called Playhouse II.  It has a
reputation.

	It is in one half of the old, vast open building, sharing space
with a gay bathhouse.  Depending on how the night goes, I may end up there
but not to start.  The building is actually the former Army post theatre
from when Drew Park was an airfield during World War II.  There were plenty
of cars there, lined up at the gay bathhouse and on the side with the
Playhouse.  Online, they had warned that this was deceiving as the cab
company across the street used the parking lot.  Still. I was hopeful as I
went in.

	The place was dead.

	No one there.

	I was waiting at the counter, considering just leaving when the guy
came up from behind me and hustled behind the counter, apologizing.
Looking me up and down, he asked me to step back. He wasn't a dick about
it.  He just asked me to step back and then to step back again.

	Then he asked me to drop my shorts.

	My first thought was along the lines of what the fuck.  Then it
crossed my mind that he wanted to be sure I wasn't a cop.  There is no way
LEO is going to drop trou.  Whatever, though.  It's a porn palace.  What
the fuck do I care?  My goal is to have my dick out anyway, in somebody's
mouth or ass if possible, in my hand if not.

	"well, at least let me get it plumped up" I say with a smile,
ramming my hand down into the khaki shorts. I am not wearing underwear.

	I give myself a couple of tugs, not that it helps much and then
unbutton my shorts.  They fall to the ground.

	He looks me over like meat.  "You got a nice dick, big"

	"I've enjoyed it" I say, reaching down and pulling up my shorts.

	He makes small talk for a little while, tells me the lay out of the
place.  Off to the right is the large theatre showing straight porn.  To
the left is the glory holes that open to the bathhouse on the other
side. Behind me at the front of the building is the smaller gay theatre and
on the opposite side is a small maze and dark area. Personally, I don't get
the straight porn part.  Stay home and jerk off.  If you are going to a
place like this, then you really should be going to get some anonymous
sleazy gay sex.  Of course, on the other hand, I have never lived with a
woman (and have barely even ever fucked one) so it may be that straight
guys are just horny, sexless and unable to masturbate even.  Gay is better.
Any lover of mine is free to crank one out if he needs to.  I will.

	I paid him the money and went into the main theatre.  There was one
guy sitting in the back who rustled and covered up as I entered.  My kind
would have held it up so I could see so I passed him by.  I sank into a
skanky couch up front and looked at the screen.  At this remove, I have no
memory of what was there on it.  But there was pussy.  I am sure of that.
It may have been a lesbo scene or maybe not but there was definitely pussy.

	My new friend from up front came in and found his way to where I
was.  I look up at him. He is looking me over again.  He wants it.  I undo
my pants, my brown pubes exposed.  I pull out my dick, now semi soft.  I
have some lube which i put on my hand to stroke myself hard.  I am
indifferent to the porn but I do enjoy being watched as I masturbate.  He
reaches over and takes ahold of it, stroking me. This is an awkward time
for me.  I honestly don't enjoy hand jobs. Well, I do when I do it because
I know what I want.  A regular lover can be taught and can teach me for him
but a stranger never quite gets it right.  In one sense, it is okay,
sometimes almost interesting how another man would rub it differently than
you would. But I have stroked on it since I was 12 and I know how I like
it. What I want is what I can't give myself. I want a mouth or an ass.

	Fortunately, he gets down on his knees and pulls my shorts down.  I
watch him as he swallows me, his warmth mouth encompassing my swollen
prick.  That's more like it.  I don't care about the porn but I watch him
suck me off.  He's good at it too, a well practicised cocksucker.  He
strokes me with his hand as he takes it in deep without a gag in smooth
motions.  It feels good.

	Just then, I hear rustling behind me.  It's that guy getting up. I
fear for a second he is coming down to join in. The guy blowing me jerks
his head up like a mole, looks around like he's been caught.  No one comes
down but he's spooked.  So he hustles out and leaves me alone, cock out and
watching pussy porn. Well, that's not going to do.  I shove myself back in
and zip up and head out.  As I head out, he is talking to a guy at the
counter, I don't know if it is the same guy from the theatre or not, but
I'm not paying attention.  I head past to the glory holes on the other side
that promise to open to the bathhouse beyond.  Still hard, I stick it in
one but no takers.  I wander back as they are still talking, meander
through the maze but then go across the way and settle on the single couch
in the small gay theatre.  My plan at this point is to just watch some
porn, stroke a while and consider my options. There are plenty of adult
businesses down here but I need to decide what I want to do.

	The porn seems like a compilation tape, a few minutes of action
then a cum shot, then moves on to another.  I am not complaining.  At this
point, I would rather that than a long set up.  I am more or less happily
stroking it when the guy comes in.

	"I made this disc myself" he says before giving me an explanation
of how he did it and used his uncles old porn tapes for some of it.

	"It's pretty good" I say, trying to be mildly encouraging.

	"I like this thing too" he says as he reaches down to take my cock
in his hand.  "Big and fat, nice"

	"Yeah I like it too.  Why don't you suck it?"

	He gets between my legs and takes my balls in his mouth.  Okay.
Good.  Then he licks the shaft roughly.  Better. Then all the way in.  Best
of all. A blow job is a wonderful thing. He is good.  He's not super sexy,
not someone I would hit on in a bar but he's sucked a dick before, that's
for sure.  I rub his hair as he goes at it.  It feels good, really good.  I
don't think there is any man that doesn't want a good blowjob, straight or
gay, top or bottom.  A mouth on a dick can feel good if it is done right.
Cock sucking is a skill, one that needs practice.  Personally, I have
enjoyed the practicing.

	I lean back and moan.  "That's really good"

	He keeps going.  A tongue around the tip.  Sweet.  He has his hand
in his pants, rubbing himself.  That's what I like: a cock sucker that
enjoys his job, gets off on sucking dick.  A true queer.

	"Pull your pants down, stroke it" I tell him.

	He stands up and unbuttons.  He's not hung or anything but he loves
his dick like I love mine.  Who doesn't?  Nature gave us the ultimate toy.
It's wrong not to use it.  I reach out and grab him. Hard and stiff. The
way I like it.  I give him a couple of good strokes before he sinks back
down to his knees to go back to worshipping mine. I suck in a lungful of
air as he goes down on me.

	Goddamn.

	Here's the thing.  When I suck, I swallow.  I don't get a fag who
won't, Don't cum in my mouth: fuck off.  You're gay enough to suck a man
but not gay enough to suck him off?  Eat your cum once or twice. Get used
to the taste. Cum and spit? What the fuck is that? I am a fucking faggot. I
like cum.  Cum in my mouth, cum on my face, I don't give a shit.  I suspect
this guy wants a big fat load down his throat.  That's what he's likely to
get too.  Right now, I just want him to keep going.

 	I watch the porn as he bobs up and down on my dick, squeezing my
balls.  It is feeling right. I put my hands on his head and push him down.
He gags. I don't care.  Just suck it.  Then he goes back on it.

	"Oh, yeah," I say in a pant.  I try not force him down again.
"Just keep doing that"

	I begin to breathe a bit ragged.  My balls are tight up against my
body.  I feel the pleasure sensation and I know it's close.  But I don't
want it to stop. He swrirls his tongue as he deep throats me and I think I
am going to lose it. It feels so good.  I can't help it.  I just want it go
on foreever but I know it won't.  Then it changes it over.  I'm going to
cum.

	"Oh, God" I call out.  "Oh God"

	I close my eyes, lean my head back and let it sweep over me.  A
wave, crashing down on me.  I grunt and fill his mouth with splooge.  I
pant, hard, as the sensation watches over me.  I am grateful to him.  But,
I'm also done now. I thank him, pull up my shorts and leave.  I've never
been back.