One Human Family

ONE HUMAN FAMILY

By

John Van Laningham

THREE

Even though the room is small, it is fine because you spend so little time in the room and the bed is super comfortable so it's hard to get out of in the morning. But I did and and put on shorts and a T shirt and go to work out in the small gymn for an hour or so. I do what work out I can given the limited machines. I decide to do a short run to finish up. As I exit the building and get my air buds arranged for my running mix #3, Anders, sweaty and spent, comes up and stops. Panting hard, he stops and I am impressed he remembers my name. It's not much of a jog, basically up Fleming to where the Mile 0 marker is and then back. But the endorphins kick in and I am feeling good. I go back to my room and shower up. Getting the mandatory cup of coffee on the run and a breakfast har, I go out to attack the day. Do the tourist thing. I walk up Fleming to Duval and then turn right, obeying my phone.

Past the Bull and Whistle Pub, which has a clothing optional bar on the roof called the Garden of Eden and then down past Sloppy Joe's bar. I make a mental note to head back later for a drink. There is a red brick Victorian pile and the Custom House. I go around the Mallory Squere area. Then it's Mel Fisher's treasure musuum. I figure out how to get to Harry Truman's little White House and do that tour. Then the Hemingway House and the lighthouse across the street. It's a perfect view of the town, which is very pretty. It's late lunch time by the time I make it back to Sloppy Joes for the obligatory drink.

After a large salad for lunch, I go to Judy Blume's book store. Without really realizing it, I interact with her briefly and she seems very nice. I can't pass up an independent book store. A couple of purchases and I head back in the mid afternoon but these are short days so soon after the winter solstice. I'm loving that it is warm enough to be in shorts when it isn't back home and the pool is a realistic place to hang out. As Santa is making his rounds tomorow night, the rain will start and carry on into Christmas day and then be kind of chilly the rest of the day Thursday and Friday. Only on Saturday, my travel day, will it warm up again. But I am on my second day and have had the time of my life so far.

But, it occurs to me that what is making this trip special is right here at Island House. Key West is great. It's a great town. But Anders was right: this is gay Disneyland.

I get a drink and the bartender, the same cute Spanish (Argentinian? Brazilian?) bartender remembered my drink, the Kentucky Mule. And he remembered my room number for charging it. As I get into the pool, I notice Anders having a conversation sitting on the side of a chair with a very cute young guy. The guy is short, maybe no more than 5' 5" but very clearly a male body, just in miniature: broad shoulders, narrow waist, defined muscles, a fine ass. He is a twink for sure but cute as cute can be and hot as hell, shaved head, an easy smile and John Lennon glasses. Suddenly I am jealous of the boy even though I have to admit Anders has great taste. And he is so utterly completely sexy that he can have whoever he wants. I just wish it was me.

I met some new people jn the pool. Alcohol helps me loosen up, of course. But being more comfortable in my own skin helps. Don and Chris show up and we talk along with the group I'm in amongst. It's a free and easy conversation, topic to topic, side conversations. It's like the absence of straight people, I am more free to be who I really am. I don't have to hide (but I am not admitting how new I am to the gay scene and gay sex but I'm also sure that I am not that good at hiding it either). As Happy Hour begins, I get another drink and, when I get back to the pool, Anders is sitting on the steps on the other side of the crowd with the boy more or less on his lap, or at least between his legs. Anders is clearly feeling him up.

"Hey, John. This is Jacob. Jacob, John"

He reaches out his hand and we greet each other He has a bright winning smile.

"Hey John"

I have to admit that he is a very sexy kid. And, as much as I am jealous of him, I actually immediately liked him. If Ander's taste runs to twinks, I can't compete that way. It's not the kid's fault I'm out of my league with the sexiest guy here. I ask where he is from and he was born overseas but grew up in the Keys.

"A real Conch, then?" I ask, mispronoucing it. He genetly corrects me. It's "conk" like "honk"

"Not really but near enough. I went away to art school and then lived in LA for a while but now I'm back in Key West"

Personally, I thought he looked barely old ebough to be living on his own.

"Where did you go to art school?" I ask

"SCAD, Savannah College of Art and Design"

"Oh, Wow. I live on Wilmington Island"

"Really? That's cool"

"Did you like Savannah?" I ask

He shakes his head. "I had a great time in school and Savannah is a party town. But not the crime, you know. It's screwed up in a lot of ways but the good parts of Savannah are really good. It's hard not to have a good time and downtown is gorgeous"

"That's true. The good and the bad"

We talk a bit more, about the Jepsen Center and the Telfair Academy, which is an under appreciated art museum, and Forrest Gump's bench and Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. And that branches out into art generally, I tell him about coming up close and personal on one of Monet's Rouen Cathedral paintings and seeing one particular set of brush strokes - white on blue with a faint whisper of pink - and recognizing that was a level of genious I had no access to. We got some more free drinks and I began to get a little drunk. Fortunately, I am a happy drunk, talkative but joyful.

Then Chris and Don invited me to go with them to Cafe Marquessa for dinner. I am actually happy for the opportunity to sober up some. The restaurant would have been an easy walk but Don has a bad back and we get an Uber. The food is excellent and the company good. They give us an amuse bouche, a crab ceviche on a spoon. When I order the meal, I remark to them that I am a little leery of it. It's not the swordfish but that it has a pea puree. I don't like English peas. It reminds of me of school lunches. White acre, Zipper, field peas are all great but not English peas. When the plate comes, the protein is okay but the pea puree, a smear across the plate, is to die for.

I'm not sure how much more sober I get after a glass of white wine but we wait for the Uber to take us the 10 blocks down Fleming. When we get back, they say that they will see me soon in the Red Room. I supposed they would. Unlike yesterday, I haven't made a trip there yet today, the walk of shame as it were. It is just around the corner, after all. I admit that I enjoyed the touristy things but I kind of did everything in a bit of a hurry because the most important thing I've learned so far on this trip is that I really, really like being a gay man. When I was in Illinois working and thinking about this trip, I was anxious about so many things, being naked, having an erection, but mainly how I would react if somebody cruised me. Right now, I'm kind of disappointed no one has bucause I think I would like that. Of course, maybe they have and I am just clueless.

TIme for the Red Room. Wrap up and head out. Just around the corner

Chris and Don are in there. They seem like they are doubling up on the guy, Mike, that I made out with yesterday. They are wedged into one corner of the double tiered cross bench with Mike on the top tier and Chris and Don battling to suck his dick. His husband, Dave, is sittong pn the bottom tier on the other side, slowly jacking off, ignoring his husband's polygamy. He is a totally good looking guy, long hair, good body, average dick, hairy all over. All man. I go in, sliding past the platform that crowds between the benches, down to where he is sitting. He looks up at me but I can't read his expression. But he keeps jacking off.

I get in front of him and put my towel on the floor to kneel on, a floor that has likely been cummed on countless times. I rub his hairy thigh back and to as he stroked. Then, I work my hand inside his hairy thigt but not touching his unit. Wordlessly, he opens his legs and puts his hands down by his side. I teach in and feel his hardness, his steel hard dick. I stroke him gently, slowly, but firmly, one hand on the shaft and the other tugging at his hairy, full balls. Then I lean in and take him down.

God, I love dick.

I mean shit. Dick is the best thing in the world.

Everything about a man. Hairiness, hairy legs, hairy arms, hairy pits, facial hair. Anders, my current unrequited lust, is smooth but he's not shaved. Muscles. Broad shoulders. Goddamn, the male body is perfection beyond description.

I take him down, all the way, without gagging, remembering about the teeth. All the way down. I smell his odor, sweat and pheromones. Up his dick, using my lips and tongue. I bob up and down it, not neglecting his balls. As I suck on the head, I stroke it.

"Oh fuck yeah" he murmurs.

I am happy to give him pleasure. He's a nice guy. I like him. I now know how wonderful a blowjob feels. Besides, my dick is so hard that it is throbbing. I am loving this. I work it, tongue and lips and hand. I snell him, a heady rich smell of sweat, phermones, semen. He smells like a man. He looks like a man. He feels like a man, hard and muscular. I am turned on by his body hair By his muscles. By his dick. By God, by his dick.

I work my way up and down the shaft. I want his dick. I want it bad. I am a hungry man I am a thirsty man. I would drink his cum. It would taste like honey. Like ambrosia. I take it down deep and work it up the shaft, kissing the head of it with a loud smooching kiss, flicking at the piss slit as I do, gathering his sticky precum up with my tongue.

He moans in near pain, pleasure so great, as I tongue his sensitive cock head.

"Fuck him" Mkke says

Dave looks up at his husband. "Fuck me"

Goddamnn, I am totally down for that. He gets up and takes the three or four steps to the fuck bench. Still hard as a rock, he drapes over it. It's weird to be told by a man to fuck his husband while he watches. But, I think that I like the world where people are free to be who they are and men can be men.

"Fuck him hard"

I get behind him and I pry his ass cheeks apart. I get my face up in there and my tongue out. I am going to rim him. A new day, a new experience of being a gay man. I am loving it so far. I don't know why anybody would be straight. Being gay is so perfect. And the best part is that there is dick involved.

I. Love. Dick.

Strangely, his muscular sphincter tastes like copper. Like a penny in the mouth, But I massage it with my tongue. I try to push my tongue into the hole but it is tight shut. I wonder to myself how long do you rim a guy? He is moaning. He enjoys it. It must feel good. But I would rather suck dick than do this. But I want to respect the bottom. I want to say that I appreciate that his pleasure counts too. A man who gives up his ass is not less of a man. He is more of a queer. He is more of a faggot. One day, I will give up my ass to the pleasures of manly prick. On that day, I will truly be a faggot too. I will wear the badge with honor. Man sex is the best sex.

"Fuck him" the husband says

I get some lube. I finger fuck him first. But not long. The crowd is impatient. With my finger in his hole, I push it in. The ring of sphincter gives way and my dick in his the soft belly of his ass. It feels good. I love it. I begin to fuck him, slowly at first. I push it all the way in and stop.

"God that's a big dick" he moans.

I fuck him slowly, rhythimically. My second man in two days. Man, too cool. The sensation is incredible Beyond compare. Slow but forceful. He grunts with each stroke. It feels good. Real good. My brain tells my body that it wants more. Now, my whole body is one big feedback loop between my cock and my my brain. More, more, more. The cry of the primitive brain during sex. More, more, more. Harder, harder, harder.

Harder.

Faster.

Slamming in.

Then Chris and Don are beside me, masaging my back and my ass as I plow this man. I enjoy their touch, I like their lust. It's like I can feel it. Then the husband comes up and gets behind me, his hands on my torso, his dick hard against my ass cheeks as I fuck his man.

"Fuck him" he says

But if I fuck him any more, I will cum. Edging to the point of no return, I stop and pull out. I want to see what happens. I am intensely curious to see how this plays out. Chris takes my place. Grabbing the dick by the base, he impales the younger man and goes to town on his ass, fucking his harder and faster than i did. Being in the middle of this is heady stuff.

Don pulls me aside. "When you went right up and started sucking his dick, it really got Mike going. It really turned him on. He's been trying to get Dave to play but couldn't"

"Happy to help" I say

Then the slats oarted and little Jacob came in, Anders friend. Jacob but no Anders.

Well, maybe they aren't together, I thought.

My other thought is how perfect the kid is. His head shaved bald, olive skinned and perfect; His defined body. He is wearing a tiger print fur hat and a gold thong. He moves with the easy grace of a dancer. He comes in the room and gets on the bench directly behind me, on his knees, facing the wall , his back arched. He moves the thong string out of the way.

I turned and massaged his ass cheek. He didn't stop me. In fact, he kind of moves his ass down a little. Then I put my fingers inside the ass cheeks and work toward his hole. Since he hasn't stopped me yet, I figure he is not going to.

I slip a finger in his ass and he moans. Two and he moans again. I finger bang hin and he rubs his crotch. My dick is hard, throbbibg, eager for it. A hard dick has no morality. Sexual desire is a powerful force.

His ass is lubed. He came to get fucked, probably to get gang banged. I put a bit more on my dick. This is the first sex where I hae actual emotion. I have been jealous of the boy and my fucking will reflect that. I angle his back down a bit, grab my dick and I slam it in. Hard. One swift move. He isn't super tight. He's been fucked many times before.

"Uhhhhh" he grunts in a loud, satisfied voice.

I am horned up and ready to go. I pound on his ass. Hard and fast and just this side of violent. He grunts with each stroke. He is rubbing his crotch furiously, trying to milk out the pleasure I am delivering. And his ass feels great around my dick. I am glad I am dominating him. I want to. He is so"sexy and cute, one of Santa's sexy elves.

I kind of get up over him so I can jackhammer his ass. I am fucking him hard and vicious, fast. I am grunting as I do. My swollen dick in his perfect young amd hungry ass.

"Uhhh, uhhh, yeah" Jacob grunts.

A pure young bottom. A boy that wants it. And I give it to him, I give it to him hard and I give it to him fast. Right here, right now, I feel so incredibly masculine. I Feel like a man, fucking a boy in the ass, a dominating predator, a warrior. In this moment, using my dick for it's best purpose, I feel like a real man. It is heady stuff

"Oh, yeah, Go daddy, go daddy. Fuck my ass. Give it to me Daddy"

So, I do. Harder still. Almost violent. I tear his ass up. My throbbing cock in his hot young hole

There it is.

THe point of no return.

I'm going to cum no matter what. But I am no longer in control of my behavior, I am an animal, I'll fuck him until I am done. And each stroke is more pleasurable than the last. Harder and harder, my cock devours him.

"Oh fuck!" I cry out.

I unload hot, stucky cream in his ass.

Incredible. Incredible.

The best thing ever. bUt havoing cum, i watch a little while as Don drives his man dick into Jacobs whole. MIke is fucking his husband. But I came and I am good. So, I nod to them and I head out.

I head down the hallway but the door opens just as I get to it. It's Anders. He is wrapped up in a towel but it is a bit tented. I am ccompletely naked.

"You leaving?"

"Yeah" I say wiht a shrug. I am disappointed. "Your friend Jacob is in there:

Anders smiles but he is looking at my crotch. "There is proabably a line to fuck him"

"There's plenty of action"

"DId you fuck him?" Anders asks

"Yeah" I admit

"Good. He was turned on by you: Anders says. Theb he sighs and reaches out and gropes me. "I guess I need to time it better"