Date: Mon, 4 Jan 2016 16:47:08 +1300
From: Ben Masters <benm.ninetynine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Greyhound

The Greyhound Trip

by: Ben Masters

Just one true experience of my incredible journey through the sexual maze
of my complicated life.

Winter 1969.  I was in my 20's and taking a trip through North America.
Part of it was a $99 for 31 day Greyhound Bus pass.  To economise on
accommodation costs I would sometimes take an over-night trip between
distant cities.

I was on a late night departure passing from Toronto down through Chicago -
When I boarded the bus at Toronto the only seat available was by this small
friendly Black guy aged about 60.  It was cold and he had a nice woolly
blanket which he offered to share with me.

I dozed off and during the night woke to feel his hand wandering over my
thigh. Naturally I didn't object, but he didn't know that yet - he explored
higher and higher, obviously seeking my crotch - eventually he found my
tackle and was greatly encouraged by my very firm erection.

It was obvious that I had no objections so soon he had found my zipper and
was feeling for my jockey waist band. - By now my underpants were getting
sticky from a generous flow of pre-cum.  Things pretty soon advanced and we
shared a mutual "jerk off" session.  I was invited to stay with him in his
Chicago hotel and in the early hours of the morning we were nude on his
bed.  I was quite inexperienced - my MM sex exploits had mainly been
pre-adolescent through to teenage stuff with my school days buddy Errol -
all very vanilla stuff.

Also at this stage of my life I had moved on to the pleasures of pussy.
However, here in a nice Chicago hotel I was on my back with this Black
daddy over me, fucking away in Missionary fashion a new experience for me.
Then came the shock - I have since read about this medical phenomenon.  As
he approach his sexual climax he burst into a massive sweat - I was being
deluged in this incredible shower of salty "rain" until he finally
collapsed on me - gasping and totally spent.

Kenneth was on a concert tour of High Schools.  I was invited to spend a
week with him and his driver.  There was a big electronic Baldwin organ
being transported from school to school in a large panel van.  This fellow
was nearing retirement from a heavy schedule of international concert tours
of town halls and churches that had massive pipe organs.  He was giving
back to the community, at high school level, an appreciation of good music.
Bach, Handel, and lesser known composers.

We arrived in Toledo, Ohio.  That evening Kenneth took me to the local Club
Bath..  I was blown away.  As a visitor to the US from a small distant
country, we had nothing like the Club Bathhouse chain.  I was in a closeted
suppressed bisexual male's heaven.  After setting me up with a private
room, Kenneth set me loose to find my way around the place.  OMG !  I
wandered into the dark sauna room - hands groped - 8" erect cocks sought
out my body as I walked around.  I could not believe such places could
exist - it was Niagara Falls, Yellowstone Park and the Washington Monument
all wrapped up in pure male flesh and testosterone.

I was sucked and fucked, as fit well toned and well tanned young buck I was
pretty much targeted.  I had no objections, that's for sure.  It was those
happy days of incautious sex - no condoms needed - anything you caught
could be cured with a shot in the arse cheeks.  In my 72 years of sexual
penetration (go figure the math - I am 75 years old), I have never
contracted an STD.  OK there was that wart that had to have a paint job of
podophyllin.  Of course now, these days I am a 100% condom user.

Anyway - my 31 day Greyhound ticket was ebbing away and I had used up 7
days travelling with Kenneth, so we parted ways, never to meet again.  But,
before I left, when he learned I was travelling on to Europe and England,
he gave me some addresses of his favourite contacts - I had no idea that
the address in the Hague, Holland would introduce me to an incredibly well
connected member of the upper class - a Baron no less.

But that story must wait for another time.  I thrive on feed-back, do email
me.  Perhaps someone out there will recognise my friend Kenneth.