Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2002 13:43:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mandeville BiMale <mandevillebimale@yahoo.com>
Subject: Southern Decadence (gay male/encounters)

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Written and submitted by: mandevillebimale@yahoo.com


I wrote this account of last years' Southern Decadence in New Orleans
awhile ago. I hope everyone enjoys my adventure.

I have been interested in older men since I was a teenager. Having
turned 33 this year, I have had time to enjoy sex with several older
gentlemen of all sizes, colors, and tastes. I met one of my favorite
Tops a few months ago during Southern Decadence here in New Orleans.

The Friday night before Labor Day arrived. I put on a pair of shorts,
a t-shirt, and hiking boots and hit the Quarter. I moved in and out
of a few bars enjoying the spectacle of all these horny gay and
bisexual men in such close proximity. While waiting for a beer at one
of the popular leather bars in the Quarter, a very attractive 50ish
guy came up next to me. He was about 5'7", fit and tan. He had on
levis, boots, a leather hat, no shirt with a perfect hairy chest
(which doesn't always do it for me). We chatted, and before long his
hands were all over me. He led me to the back of the bar near the
pool tables.

With no further comment, he pushed me to my knees and slipped his
cock in my mouth. It was perfect for me ...maybe 7.5, cut, tight,
shaved balls. I was initially embarrassed but I quickly realized I
was not the only boy giving service back there. In fact, as my eyes
wandered (while he sawed his cock in and out) I saw at least 6 other
guys doing the same thing. So I relaxed and enjoyed the fun.

While I was sucking, my new friend called out across the bar to a
buddy of his who just wandered in. He said nonchalantly, "I've found
a new one," as he patted the top of my head. He whispered, "this is a
teaching colleague of mine, treat him right." It was no request. I
knew not to question. His friend came over, and he was very large. He
was 6'3" or better and must have been over 275#. Not the type I
usually hang with, but I had been ordered by my new friend. Before I
could sound any protest, the new guy (who was also in his 50s) had
whipped out his dick. It was incredible. It was not huge, but
certainly over 8 inches with a big, bulbous head. Without delay or
introduction, the guy jammed his cock in my mouth. The first guy took
his buddies drink order and swaggered off to the bar. Try as I might,
I was having a hard time with the cock. He grabbed my head and pushed
deep. I gagged and my eyes watered, but I was quickly loving this
cock. His thrusts increased, and he was soon shooting ribbons of cum
in my mouth. I gulped and enjoyed every drop. He backed away, and I
slid back on my heels. He helped me up, and I saw his face for the
first time. He was a professor of mine during undergrad. I had no
idea he liked guys, but he had always been nice to me in each of the

He recognized me and gave me a huge hug. We went to the bar for a
drink. Neither put their cocks back in, and they both stayed hard the
whole time. They made me take off my shorts and wear nothing but
briefs and boots. After our drink, they grabbed my hand and led me
out of the bar wearing just briefs and boots. Professor carried my t-
shirt and shorts. We walked 8 blocks to the first guys house in the
quarter. It was certainly made for play.

Our host had a sling, a small pool in a secluded courtyard, king-
sized poster bead, equipped with ropes, large screen TV with lots of
porno tapes. I love slings, so I was put in immediately. They both
played with my ass and took out a big can of Crisco. Fingers slid
over my cock and into my ass. The host had first shot at my ass. He
pushed in with ease as they had loosened me up pretty good.
Meanwhile, the Prof fed me his perpetually hard cock. Soon the host
pulled out, and jerked cum all over my face.

The Prof moved down, grabbed my ankles and took dead aim. His big
head almost popped into my ass. He was wonderful. Starting slowly, he
gradually increased his speed. I had closed my eyes to enjoy the
fucking when I felt the host's cock nudging my lips apart. I
swallowed him in one gulp. They fucked me from both ends for what
seemed to be an hour. The professor grunted loudly and filled my
enflamed ass. Shortly after, the host blew another load across my
chest.

The host excused himself. I looked at the Prof. He was someone that I
probably wouldn't have normally fucked. Particularly at that moment,
his thinning hair disheveled, sweat running down his large stomach,
and his fat cock glistening with a few drops of cum dangling from it.
I couldn't resist scooping his cum drops with my finger, and licking
my finger clean.

The host returned to the bar. The professor and I jumped in the pool
and had another drink. Soon we were back in action on the lounge
chair around the pool. This time with me riding on his fat dick while
he laid back with his hands behind his head. He was the first multi-
orgasmic male I've met. He could cum in my ass, keep pumping, and cum
again and again. I stayed there for the weekend. I was naked for the
entire weekend with the exception of a few trips to a nearby bar.
During those times, I was allowed to wear short shorts and my boots
only. The Professor enjoyed having other men look and grab me in
public. I was also ordered to suck a few of his friends in the back
of the bar.

Over the weekend, the professor must have fucked me dozens of times.
The host also had free access to me which he indulged himself with
several times. Sunday night, the host had a party, which turned into
an orgy. It was great too. The professor had the most stamina of
anyone there.

The professor returned to campus, and comes to town from time to time
as it is a less than two hour drive. The host travels quite a bit,
but the three of us have met once again since that weekend.

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