ONE HUMAN FAMILY
By
John Van Laningham
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TWO
The interwebs has been good to me.
I brought so much stuff, a lot more than I needed, as much as I could think of but that didn't include lube. Usually I use Astro Glide from CVS, the silicone one because I hate having to spit into my hand to masturbate. But half a block and down an alley and there is a place called Leather Master. If you stand in the alley and look toward Duval, there is an old movie palace, an art deco building that disguises that it is a drug store. How LGBT friendly is Key West? They have a movie palace that identifies as a Walgreen's. Leather Master is flying the Pride flag. I go inside and there is a lot of stuff. There is a huge variety of lubes and lotions and poppers. They have a nice selection of Andrew Christian underwear. I look at the leather stuff but it's outside of my budget. But I can afford a festive pair of red underwear and a green open shirt so I can dress as Santa's elf. There is an older guy behind the regsister working on some leather projects. We talk about lube and I get a small bottle of Gun Oil and small jar of Elbow Grease. Then he talks me into buying a polyurethane cock ring.
Another first: A sex shop. It's going to be a week for firsts.
I get lunch at Caroline's on the famous Duval St. It's okay. But then I head back to Island House, satisfied with my purchases. Do you remember when I said I wasn't going to be hanging out in the Red Room? That might be a bit inaccurate. I don't know if going there is socially acceptable or not or if it marks you out as a sad case but I had a really good time sucking off that guy. And now that I have done something, I want to do more.
I go back, undress, wrap up and take my brand new bottle of Gun Oil and head around the corner. Down the hall.
And nothing
I go back to the pool and read my book for a little while and then get into the water for a little while, floating and swimming naked. But the Red Room draws me back. I only came 2 hours ago but I have it on my brain. I make another circuit and this time there is someone in there. An Asian guy, older but in good shape, totally naked, openly masturbating on the cross bench. For a second, I want to retreat and let him go. It almost seems like I am invading his privacy, since masturbation is usually something you do alone by yourself. Of course, I guess you can whack off with a friend. And he came in here with the same agenda as I did. And, let's be real, it is incredibly erotic too.
Steeling myself, anxious of course, I go in. He doesn't stop or pause. He continues jacking his steel hard cock. I think it is probably as long as mine but maybe not as thick, so pretty average I think. But it doesn't matter. He loves it and I think it is hot as hell. I sit down on one of the benches immediately perpendicular to him. I undo my towel and, just as brazenly, start fondling myself, staring him down. I am half hard all ready and it takes next to nothing to get all the way there.
He motions me over to him.
"Stand there" he says, positioning me right in front of him. He grabs my stiff prick, standing straight out, and strokes it. "Big dick"
"Really?" I say, almost involuntarily. In my mind, I'm distinctly average.
He doesn't answer. Instead, he grabs me by the ass and pulls me forward. In an instant, I have a hand tugging on my nuts and my dick in his mouth. I must be wide eyed at the suddeness of it. I am all the way in him and his lips are sliding back on my swollen prick.
Oh My Fucking God!
It is incredible. Amazing. Wonderful. Beyond belief. It is the most pleasurable thing I have ever felt. His mouth is warm and wet, his lips soft on my sensitive shaft, his tongue rough and active as he loved my cock with his mouth. He strokes me, his spit for lube, as he bobs up and down on it. An enthusiastic and experienced cocksucker, his own dick is hard and throbbing, twitching a little.
"Oh, yeah" I pant. "Oh God"
If there is a God, he or she would never have deprived me of this pleasure. Never. No way. What he is doing to my dick is so right and he is doing it so well. He sucks on my balls, so sensitive, and strokes me. All the way down on my dick, he takes me. No gagging. He tongue bathes the head of my cock and he flicks away at the sensitive tissue under the piss slit, the attachment of a long ago foreskin now sadly gone.
"Uhhhh, uuhhh, uhhh" I whimper, incapable of speech. The pleasure is too great.
I hear behind me the sound of the plastic slats rustling, pulled forward in a whoosh as someone comes in. We have company. I realize it is the price you pay for crusing for sex in a public place. But I don't pull out and run away. I couldn't if I wanted to. I would hate myself if I did. But the pleasure was so great that I had to have it continue. Let him come. Let him see. We are all gay here, queers alike. My Asian lover has a mouthful of my cock in his mouth, when a guy roughly my age ( well probably less than a decade younger), long haired, bearded and hairy, comes in. He sizes up the situation and is sure enough of himself to begin to nose his way in. He throws off his towel and his dick is hard, a stiff one sticking out from his hairy crotch. The man grabs me by the ass and I reach over and drag him, jacking his manhood.
"Oh fuck yeah, nice dick" he says
"Oh, fuck" I moan.
I want to face fuck this guy but I don't. I let him love on my dick in his own way He reaches underneath me and rubs my hairy taint and that feels really good. Me and the bearded guy kiss, open mouth with passion. My cocksucker is working my dick fast and fuiously with mouth and hand and I am feeling better and better each minute. I am kissing the bearded guy, feeling his hard and unmistabkabky masculine body. It is tremendous. Perfect. And I know I was lied to before. I regret it and am ashamed for believing it. This, this right here, pure on man sex is right for me. It meets my needs. I should never have abstained from this. I should have seized the day long, long ago.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck!" I cry out
It's coming. I know it is coming. It is building. I need relief. I can't stand it any longer. The pleasure is too much. The sensation, a prickly sense, sweeps over all of my body,
"I'm going to cum!" I call out
He doesn't stop. He wants my seed And it is going to explode when it does. With the force of my orgasm building, I dump a fat laod into his mouth, hot and thick. I am spent.
And like the guy I blew, having cum, I am done. I tell him thanks because I am sincerely grateful to the random guy to opening my eyes. I leave him and the burly bearded guy to do what men do together. I go back down and get another Kentucky mule and kind of want to go somewhere to decompress. I figure that place to be the outdoor jacuzzi but I am wrong. There are two men in the bubbling water. I figure one to be a decade older than me - a brown hair guy that I will come to know as Chris - and his silver haired husband who's a half decade older. His name is Don. I ask if I can join them and they invite me in. I find that the easiest way to break the ice is to get to people to talk about themselves, which is their favorite subject. SO, I ask where they are from and Don ansswers Hawaii.
I laugh. "So when you got tired of paradise, you came to paradise?"
"Not really" Chris says. "we were on a cruise in the Med, Italy and in the Adriatic. We are slowly making our way back home"
And I spend a happy 30 minutes or 45 talking about the places they had been: Rome, Capri, Florence and Venice, Dubrovnik and Split. Places I know of but have never been.
And that's when I see him for the first time.
Just a quick glance.
Lean and blonde, tall as me, a confident stride, a symmetrical fair skinned face. He is carrying a small gym bag back to the rooms back behind the jacuzzi. A couple of minutes later, he comes out again, passing us by and I get a good look at him. He is spectacularly good looking. Blonde and blue eyed, a Nordic god. Don and Chris can tell I am looking and they tease me a bit. Then he comes back again bearing some towels and disappears back in the hallway behind us.
"We stayed a couple of days at the gay resort up in Fort Lauderdale, the Worthington" Don says, getting back to the conversation
I akk them how it compares to Island House. The Worthington is 3 properties in one so there are three pools and is clothing optional only on the ground floor and it doesn't have a full service bar and cafe.
Then the Nordic god comes back, wrapped in a towel. It's two steps up to the deck of the jacuzzi and he comes up it. I am quietly ecstatic. He is so incredibly good looking that I almost can't imagine it. Truth is that he is way outside of my league but still. He undoes his towel and my eyes immediately go to a particular place. He has a nice size, uncut cock. A real bonus for me. I have an uncut fetish.
"Hi, I'm Anders" he says
"I'm John" I say, reaching out my hand to shake his "This is Chris and Don"
"You are talking about the Worthington" Anders says.
"Yeah, have you been there?" Chris says
"Once. Me and my ex. We ended up going to Club Lauderdale one night"
"How was that?" Don asks
Anders chuckles. "It is the best, the cleanest, the finest bathhouse you'll ever see. The gym is out of this world. But it was a lot of gorgeous boys walking around not having sex because of the shiny penny. They just walked around sizing people up but never making a move"
"Defeats the point, right?" Chris says
"Absolutely. I think the Worthington doesn't hold a candle to Island House, though. Have you guys been to the Cabanas?"
"In Wilton Manors? Yeah. It's small but it's good. Have you been to Pineapple Point?" Don asks
"Once. My ex and I flew into Ft Lauderdale and rented a converiible and drove down here. If's funny because it was pissing rain and the woman at the Hertz desk was asking if we had checked the weather. Well, not 6 weeks ago when we reserved the car. But the drive back was unbelievable. Parts of the drive are spectacularly gorgeous. Especially if you are the passenger, which I was. And we stayed at Pineapple Point one night before our flight back. It's an amazing property. One of the most beautiful places I have ever seen, the rooms are great. But it's kind of in the middle of this residential area out away from everything."
"Yeah that's what we heard" Chris said
"Have you been here many times?" I ask Anders
"I guess 6 or 7 times. You a newbie?"
"Yeah"
"You'll love it here. It's gay Disneyland"
"That's true" Don says
"I'd love to stay and talk but I've got to get some food. I'll catch up with you later." Anders says
"Yeah, sure. Catch you later" I say
He smiles. "Maybe in the Red Room"
After a while we move over to the pool. I go and get a drink from the bar, briefly talking to Anders, who is having a club sandwich and has his head in a tablet, reading. Then I head into the pool. The water is heated, which is good, and it is warm enough outside but one degree chillier would force you to stay in the water for the chillblains caused by coming out. With Don and Chris at the end of the pool with the steps, the shady end, are two guys that look more like twins than husbands: burly, muscular guys with long brown hair and brown beards. They are Mike and Dave. I don't say anything but I met Mike a bit ago in the Red Room. We both just sort of pretend that we hadn't just been kissing nnd fondling each other.
After a while, Anders comes and joins the group. He has an amazing body, lean, tight and defined, smooth (unlike my hairy chested self) with an easy charm. As the group talks, he is kind of playing with himself in the water. I'd love to help him out but I don't make a move. Happy Hour is in full swing and I get another drink - the first of the four free I am entitled to- and start soliciting dinner recommendations. This and that and the other but the one that sounds good to me is Azur, which is a short walk away. By the time I finish the drink, I am drunker than I really want to be. I excuse myself and pee, deciding I will get dressed and have supper.
At Azur, I have a whole roasted fish, which is wonderful and a glass of white wine. The night air is nice and only a few degrees cooler than the day. When I get back, I wander around a little bit, looking at the bright blue of the pool from the railing of the deserted sun deck. I sit in one of the chairs and think. It's been a really good day. A really good day. In the course of little more than 7 hours, I shed my inhibitions about being naked in public. I find that I really enjoy hanging around other gay men, over and above the sex. I relate to them. And the sex. I've given a blowjob and gotten one, cumming twice. I don't feel the least built guilty about it. I don't feel ashamed. I don't regret it. In fact, the opposite. I am doing at 40 what I should have done at 18, which is explore my sexuality and gratify it. This is who I am. And man sex is so glorious, amazing, mind blowing and perfect, I don't regret it.
I watch a bit of the Famous Idaho Potato Bowl between Idaho and Colorado St and it is an entertaining high scoring, defense is optional kind of game. But at half time, I decide to check on the Red Room one last time. When I step into the hallway, I can hear the grunting and the sound of bodies slapping together. I stop at the entrance and look. There is a man with his back to me feeding his dick into the mouth of a man drapped on the fuck bench in the center, who is getting pounded in the ass. They are full grown men but young, masculine, horny men. There are two other men on the benches jacking off watching. It's the men watching that decide it for me. They are fucking in a place open to all. I guess if you are doing it here, you have no expectaton of privacy.
Watching hot horny guys fuck in person is hot as hell. Like porn but real. I am hard in an instant. I put some lube on my hand and start jerking. The guy doing the fucking is hot as fuck. Brown skinned, his abuundant body hair trimmed but visible and every muscle defined. The guy getting fucked was a little chubbier. Not fat but less ripped. They guy getting the BJ is an absolutely gorgeous black guy with a shaved head and perfect body.
Slap, slap, slap. Body crashing on body. The trimmed body hair guy is pounding him. Hard and fast and savage. They are both grunting. The bottom gets his ass slapped, hard, the crack of it echoing in the room, as the black guy pulls out of the guys mouth and then uses his dick to slap at the tongue of the bottom trying hard to get it to taste his delicious cum.
"YEAH! FUCK BITCH!" the fucker says. "You gotta fucking hot hole"
"Yeah, fuck that hole, Carlos Fuck him hard" the black guy says
"Oh fuck!" Cars grunts
He is pounding him in a serious, almost violent way.
"OH FUCK" Carlos yells, ramming his dick hard all the way in. His whole body shakes as he unloads in the guy's ass.
I am transfixed. Amazing. Incredible. Carlos falls back on the bench and his friend moves around to fuck the guy's ass. He rams it in and he is clearly horny from the cocksucking. He wastes no time and he starts pounding the guy and the black guy is by no means small. It is long thick piece of meat. But the bottom is taking it.
That's the decision point. Do I watch or try to participate? Do I have the guts to do it? I promise myself that moving forward the rest of this week, if there is a choice to be made, I am going for it. I wipe the lube off my dick and I go over to stand in front of the bottom, my hard dick sticking straight out for him. Like a starving man, the bottom swallows it down. Truthfully, if you had asked me yesterday, I would not have imagined that I would be in the middle of an orgy. I guess it's an orgy. A gangbang? EIther way, I have a warm wet mouth clamped along my dick and I start face fucking the guy.
"Yeah hot daddy, ram that fucking dick down his throat"
The Red Room had the smell of sex, of man sex. Sweaty bodies slamming together, getting the all important friction to get the juice flowing. Carlos gets up and gets behind the gorgeous black man, grabbing and massaging his impressive ass. I face fuck the guy, letting him have it, staring and watching as the black guy gives him big black cock. The bottom grunts with the savage, almost violent strokes but he didn't gag from my rod rammed down his throat. It felt good, his lips and throat around my swollen prick. Beyond amazing. But the thing I find interesting is that I don't mind the audience watching. In fact, it's a turn on. It maybe makes it better.
The black guy fucks him, bangs him, slapping his ass as he rails on it. Then he gives a guttural cry and rams his cock into him and unloads. It's an honor and privilege to watch these two hot men fuck. They are real studs.
Carlos and the black guy leave the room, Carlos slapping me on the ass as he goes by. Then the bottom looks up.
"Fuck me daddy" he says.
Well, I've made myself a promise. Go for it. I'm going to fuck a man in the ass for the firt time with two guys watching me and I don't even know his name. And I'm at least the third guy in his ass in the last few minutes. But a promise is a promise. And truth is that my dick is hard as hell. I get behind him, looing at the older gusy jacking off watching. His ass is at a comfortable height. Stupidly, I expect my dick to go in and immediately find the hole, like a heat seeking missile. But it doesn't. I have to put a finger in his asshole and guide my dick above that.
He's not nearly as tight as I thought he would be. It reminds me more of the dozen times or so that I had my dick in pussy, back in the day. But unlike pussy, this feels right. It feels good. I mean, it feels amazing. It is fucking. And fucking feels amazing. Wbat I mean is that man on man sex feels right. It feels natural for me. It meets my needs in a way that pussy never could.
I fuck. Moving in and out, hoping that my cock doesn't slip out, marking me as the rookie I am. Slowly, tentatively. I knew he wants it harder but I am trying to get the motion right.
I am fucking a man in the ass!
Goddamn!
Man, fucking is great.
I fuck him harder. I know I should be more verbal but I can't. I don't know how to be more verbal, how to talk dirty during sex. I am trying to process all these new feelings. I fuck him harder. I fuck hin harder still.
Oh my God! I an fucking a man in the ass!
Soon I can hear the sound of my body slapping into another, my crotch against his ass. I feels good. It feels really good. Perfect, sublime, incredible.
Then harder and harder. Faster and faster. More and more
Then I grunt and drive it in and unload.
Goddamn. This has been one good day. A day I will never forget. And I have 3 more days in Gay Disneyland.