TRUE SEXUAL ADVENTURES
By
Jesse P Gibson
DISCLAIMER: The following are based on true experiences. 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. For the most part they are random encounters. If this offends you, stop reading. Otherwise, I hope you get off to this.
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FORTY FOUR
Daddy Load
Oz Campground , Unadilla GA
Author's Note: This is from a few years ago and I posted it separately but it really belongs here in this series.
It's a gay campground and it's out of the way, between two nothing towns a long way from civilization. But as it happened I had to be on one of those shitty towns for business. I found out about the place online and one route I could take back to the interstate to get home would take me past the first gate. Why not I figured. Might be fun.
I turned off the two lane road onto a gravel and dirt road up a hill on a curve, With a fence on either side topped with rainbow flags. There was a log cabin at the top of the hill and I stopped there, figuring it to be the office. Only 15 bucks for a membership, the day pass being free for a first timer, and I got to pet his big friendly dog. Using the code he gave, I went through the swinging gate, down a dirt road and pulled into a parking area fronting a compound. The man at the office had given me a map, even helpfully highlighting the location of the Sugar Shack which was up and across the road, but this was the compound housing the pool, cafe and bar. It was after nine and the bar was open.
The bartender, at least the one that waited on me and I ogled, was a young blonde twink with a speedo on, a muscle shirt and Chuck Taylors on his feet. He had a nice ass I have to say. Unfortunately, he was working and far out of my league anyway. I have a rum and coke, sit down and try to pass the time with one of the four or five guys in there. It wasn't an overly friendly crowd. A little later, a naked man came in with his partner, who was clothed. I tried to strike up a conversation, figuring a man who will come to a bar naked might be up my alley but he was remarkably standoffish. Then a lesbian couple came in, loud and psuhy. I was surprised. It is a gay campground, I thought, and I guess lesbians qualify but in my mind it was male only. Clearly not.
After a second drink, I had to admit to myself that this wasn't why I came. The Sugar Shack was. Feeling buzzed, I decided to give it a try. I went to the car and pulled off my shirt and grabbed some lube, raming it in my pocket. I might be 50 but I am in good shape and have no problem being shirtless or naked either. I had to head a short ways up the road and then up a lighted path to a log cabin.
There were two fat men sitting on the porch of the Sugar Shack. "Hey hot stuff" one of them says
I smile back. "I'm not overdressed am I?"
"Honey, if you what you got hidden is as good as what you got showing, then you need to take them shorts off"
I laugh and open the door. The front room is empty. The air outside is hot, summertime hot, and the air inside isn't much cooler. There is bench on the opposite wall and the TV mounted above and facing is playing bareback porn. There didn't seem to be anybody in there which was a disappointment. I watched the porn a bit, stroking myself hard. Stepping there the door, the space opened up. There was a staircase up but it was just to a landing above. I stumbled back down and headed in. There were a series of stalls, like a horse barn, three on each side, one with a sling and another with a St Andrew's cross. Back in the back, though, there were two men going at it. They were both in the forties probably but solidly built with all their body hair intact. The one in the black jock strap was squatting down in front of a tall man with a hairy chest, worshipping that man's dick in his mouth. I ditch my shorts, lean up against a wall, grease up my hand to jack off as I watch. If they acknowledge me, I'll join in.
"Time to get fucked, bitch" the tall one said to the man in the jockstrap.
He stands up, leans over with his ass in the air, his fingers grazing the floor, feet apart. The tall man asks me for some lube and squeeze a generous dollop in his hand. Now I am as hard as a fucking rock because I think this is as nasty as fuck. The tall man greases his pole and rams his fingers in the ass of the man with the jockstrap. He bends at the knee and then guides his slick prick between the cheeks and up into his asshole.
"Oh, fucking hell" the guy in the jockstrap cries out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. That's it"
"You like that bitch? Get ready for the ride"
It wasn't gentle and loving. It was straight out fucking, a bottom that likes to take it and a top that knew how to give it. I can tell you something for an absolute fact: this kind of shit doesn't happen for the average straight guy. Mostly they wish it did but it doesn't. That's why gay is better. Nasty is hardwired into our DNA. The bottom was bouncing back onto the top's dick, trying to get it in deeper. I was whacking myself watching it, feeling good. Enjoying it. The bottom was enjoying it too. He was grunting and moaning.
The top gave him short strokes, hard and short. He was grunting too. They had been going at it for a while and I knew he wasn't going to last. He knew it too and didn't give a fuck. He was bent over the guy, his hips going to town. He was red faced and sweaty.
"Goddamn" he grunted, a last few hard strokes, his face screwed up in agony. Then he came, unloading in the bottom's ass. He pulled, semen dripping off the tip of penis, patted the bottom on the ass and left. That's the way it goes. You don't come here love.
The bottom looked lost. I guess he had been close too but know needed finishing off.
"You want me to help you out," I asked. He nodded. He did. "Suck you or fuck you?"
He thought and looked at me and my dick. "Suck me"
Off came the jockstrap. He had an average sized dick, no more. Nothing to gag on. I opened up my mouth and took him all the way in before my flesh touched his flesh. Then my lips and tongue come down and I slowly back off of his dick, all the way back to the tip and then down again, using my tongue to flick at his pisshole. He moaned loudly. All the way down again. Back up and down. I took his balls in my mouth. He liked that too. But the dick is the main event. I ran my tongue along his piss vein and then nibbled at the head.
"Oh, yeah" he said softly. He rubbed my hair.
My hand was still slick from the lube. I reached up past his taint and slipped a finger in his ass, lubed up from the other's guys cum.
"Oh, God"
Two fingers in and then three. He was panting. I was sucking. I look up and there is someone watching me, in red shorts and an Atlanta Braves T shirt. He was a bit older than me. I didn't care. It's all good. I used my hand and my tongue to maximize his pleasure, He deserved to get off. It had been a hell of a show.
He started face fucking me. I could take it. I don't have a gag reflex. I am still finger fucking him as he bucks his hip back and forth, his balls tightening up. He is feeling good.
"Oh shit" he says on an inhale, very quietly and soft. My mouth fills with his hot, salty and slightly bitter cum. He shivers as I drink down every last drop. Then he exhales and pants, pulling his softening dick out of my mouth. "You gonna be around later?"
"I don't know" I say. Probably not, I think. Fuck and go, probably. At most, fuck, get another drink and then go.
"If you are, you can fuck me later" he says
"Yeah, sure." It's a bathhouse invitation. Maybe it will and maybe it won't happen. Whether I fuck him or not, he will get fucked again tonight, I am sure.
So I am naked, hard and I have taken a load down my throat. But I am horny and I want more. Basically the space is two hallways of stalls, some empty and some with benches or slings or the like, with the open area in the back, which is more like a dungeon. I grab my shorts and toss them just inside one of the stalls, position myself so I can see one of the TV monitors playing porn and slowly masturbate myself. Just enough to stay hard, not hard enough to actually be jacking off. I am just hanging around to see what happens. There was once a time I wouldn't have done that. Too much pride because I don't need to hang around a hot shack waiting for anonymous sex? To much shame because I am not still young and hot? Fuck it. I like being naked. I like fucking. I like being watched. I like that there is no bullshit. Everybody that comes in here is looking for basically the same thing: dick. Anybody that walks through that door is a queer on the prowl.
The man in the red shorts comes and stands in front of me. He reaches out and strokes me.
"Nice dick" he says
"Thanks"
"Big"
I shrug. It's bigger than average but a size queen wouldn't drool over it. It's big enough to fill the ass of most men though. I am sure as shit not ashamed. He steps toward me. We kiss. He rubs his hands across my hairy chest and down my torso. I cup his junk with my hand. He is hard. Good, I think. He is my age, maybe older, it's hard to say in this light. He can kiss, though. Got to give him that.
"Nice body" he says, his hands rubbing across my torso.
"Why don't you pull your shorts off?" I say.
He doesn't. Instead, he sinks to his knees and takes me into his mouth. The warm wetness of a mouth is, well Goddamn. Who doesn't like a good blowjob? There is nothing like a man who has practiced giving other men blowjobs either. He was good. I felt good. I might have preferred some ass but who am I to complain? If he wants to suck until a drop a load, then fine.
Then he stood up. "Wait here. I gotta go get my boy"
Boy? Well, okay. I am not leaving until I orgasm anyway. Of course, I don't know if he will or won't return. Either way, I'll be here with the next available action. A fat man came around and wanted to stroke me but I wasn't much interested. Soon enough, red shorts returned with his boy. The boy was probably 30, dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a Polo shirt. He was broad shouldered and built solid, black hair and a goatee. He was fairly hot and I was completely naked. Clearly the boy liked older men so I was in business.
He leaned in and kissed me. That's a nice touch. And then he kissed me again, less gentle and more urgent. Red shorts stepped in and gently pushed the boy aside and he kissed me. I reached out for the boys groin. He was getting there. Of course, they have clothes on and I don't, plus I am hard as a rock. So I push my hands down red shorts privates to grab ahold of his dick. He isn't hung like a horse but he is stiffening up. As three ways go, this is a good one. The fat man is watching but I don't care. If he gets off watching me get off, good for him. I'm not going to do him but I don't have anything against him.
Red shorts sinks to his knees. My dick goes into his mouth. The boy is kissing me again and I am liking where this is going. The older man is sucking me like a vacuum cleaner, his tongue doing his thing. Damn, it feels good. The boy reaches down and pulls his stiff dick through his fly. I reach over and give it a tug. He is hard like steel. I want to do something with that dick for damn sure.
"You want to go to one of the booths?" the boy asks. "You can fuck me"
"Sure" I say. I am being cool. Fuck you, you say? Yeah, I would like to fuck you. Goddamn.
It's the one up front, the one with a sling. The boy, if you can call him that, strips down and gets in the sling. He's got a good body and a dick as big as mine, nice big balls too. It's going to be a pleasure to do him. His daddy is in the stall with us, standing gaurd by the closed door. The boy has his feet up and ass out, ready to get violated. I grease up some fingers, slide them into his chute, first one and then two and then three. Get the lube up in there. Then I grease up my own turgid pole. I get between his legs and slide myself into him.
"Slow" he says. "Let me get used to you"
I wiggle a bit. The truth is that I am horned up and don't really want to go slow. I start fucking him and I can see the pain on his face. He stops me. I stand there, my hard dick fully in his ass. He has gone soft. I reached down and slowly stroke his dick. Then, slowly and gently, slide out a bit and then back in. He takes it fine.
"That's good" he says.
Well, it is actually. My skin against his. His lover, I assume they are lovers, watching us. I go a little faster. He doesn't stop me.
"That's good, fuck him Daddy" the man in the red shorts says. I guess I am a Daddy. Somehow that happened when I wasn't looking.
The boy is getting hard again. I begin to slide in and out a little harder. Part of me just wants to go to town and rip him apart but I am going slower than I want to so he can take it. But then he is showing signs of taking it just fine. I fuck him a little harder now. It's hot and I am sweating. It has the musky odor of sex here. I like it. I fuck him a little harder now. He likes it. He grunts and I give it to him again.
"Fuck him Daddy". The man in the red shorts is just watching us, not even playing with himself. It's weird.
He is bouncing back and to and I am going to town a bit, beginning to fuck him hard.
"Oh, shit" I say. It's beginning to feel really good now.
It's building. Goddamn. He is hot. I am fucking the shit out of him now. Banging him hard. He is grunting, stroking himself. The sweat is pouring off of me. He is bouncing in the sling because i fucking him so hard, bouncing back onto my dick.
"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum" I cry out
"Give him that Daddy load" the man says.
Not just yet. Soon but not now. I have bit more pleasure to have before it all blows. Goddamn it, I keep fucking him too. I mean hard. He is panting. I am feeling it. More, more, more. It's the point of no return now. Nothing I can do, I will cum.
"Goddamn" I say, breathless
"Give him that daddy load"
Then all at once, my body shivers, a wave of pure pleasure floods over me. With one last stroke, boom. I unload in his ass.
"You gonna be around for a while" he asks me as we dress.
"Probably. Maybe get a drink"
"Maybe we can hook up later."
I nod. It's a lie. I am leaving. I got what I wanted.
FORTY-FIVE
The Guy at the Video Store
An unspecified adult store in I-75
I had gone up for a football tailgate and stayed over with a long ago boyfriend so that we could get drunk and stoned.Waking up on Sunday morning, hung over, it some motivating to get going. Some ibuprofen and a breaskfast at Denny's and I was fine. As I was riding down the interstate, I remembered this adult bookstore and I thought I might as well stop. I could always get some lube. The place is in a rural part of the state and not exactly gay friendly. I think long ago, they had a video arcade but that was long ago. I guess they got busted one too many times and closed it down. They do have an office space back in the back that the door is kept open and there is a straight video playing and, I guees, you could step inside and maybe crank one out. I don't know. Pussy porn - well, pussy generally - doesn't appeal to me.
The gay selection is minimal. They have a good selection of toys and lube. I go in and the clerk is a guy my age, a lttile chubby but not bad, earrings in each ear but I don't think much about him. I greet him as I come in and he doesn't ask for ID. I am somewhat over 18. I go in and into the middle room and scan the shelves with lube and male sexual enhancement pills and stay hard cream and the like. I go into the the furtherest room, which is where the videos are. There is one small shelf section for the gay movies and I go there to look at them. They are not super high quality but I was kind of killing time. I was looking at the selection without any paticular relish when the clerk came by, dressed in shorts and a red shrt. I had on khaki shorts and a T and baseball hat, the shirt and hat with team logos. He opened the door where I think the arcade used to be and it was clearly a storage space. I moved to the other side of the shelf and was looking there when he came out. He came around to where I was
:"It's hot over here" he said, going for the thermostat.
I was surprised. I got that surge of horniness in my crotch that you get when you think you are going to get laid. "Yeah, it is kinda"
I picked out a movie and it wasn't super expensive. I looked around some more. There were two other guys in there and the clerk was busying around them some. One guy bought 5 DVD's for $25. I stood in the door way, looking briefly at the pussy porn. When I got to the front room, that guy was paying up and leaving. I went around the corner, still a bit turned on and wanting something, to see if they had any stroke mags. They did, all spit tail. As I walked around some more, the other guy was at the counter The clerk had a gay video going on on his computer at the check out. I stood there for a second as he helped that guy. Looking over the selection of lube, I walked around to the other side and saw a big bottle of Gun Oil on the shelf. It was a 500 ml size if it was anything and it was listed for like $150 bucks.
"That's the industrial sized, huh?" I said
:"It's half price" he said. "You like water or silicone"
"Silicone" I prefer to bareback. So silicone is better. It lasts longer. You can't use it with latex condoms, of course, but you can with non-latex. But I think most guys that use silicone lube are either whacking with it or using it to stick in raw.
"Which ones you like?"
"Gun Oil, Elbow Grease, JO, Astroglide"
"Oh, I don't like Astroglide, never have"
"It's a good go to. Convenient. Why don't you give me the smaller size of the Gun Oil, though" I say
"They marketed it to gay men initially. It was the gay lube"
I shrug. "We use more lube than straight guys do"
He rang it up and I inserted my card. I complimented on the X tube porn he was playing.
"Too bad you're at work" I say as he hands me the bag.
"I get off at 3" he said
I shrugged. "By then I'll be 70 miles away, There's no one in the store right now. "
"C'mon" he said. "I can hear the door chime if someone comes in"
I follow him throught the middle room to the back and to the office space with the pussy porn playing. He sits on the love seat in the office and tells me to undo my pants. I am half hard all ready when my dick goes into his mouth. At first, I let him do the work, taking me down and sliding off the pole. He has good tongue action and it feels good. In fact, it feels fine. He strokes it as he sucks and he tugs at my balls. My shorts are down around my ankles and he is working on my dick. The guy is still dressed but he is tugging at his dick. He's going after my dick, though. I mean hard to. I get horned up really quickly.
I wish there was gay porn on but there isn't but his hot mouth is wrapped around my dick. I put my hands on his head, not forcing him down on it, just resting there. But I am getting hot. I was horny anyway when I walked in and I'm even more so and this is a premium blow job from a man who knows how.. I am breathing heavy. It feels great. I needed this. Almost involuntarily, I begin to face fuck him. I am beginning to need this bad. I need to dominate him. The pleasure is overcoming me. I can feel it. I can feel it.
The goddam door chimes. The goddamn fucking door chimes. Some asshole is walking in and my guy bolts out immediately.
I am on the fucking edge.
I just crank it out. Using his spit for lube, I jack it out. It takes maybe 12 strokes of my dick and I spew cum out in a big spurt, dropping a load on the floor. I just wipe my hands on my thighs and get buttoned up and head out. I stop at the cash register.
"Thansks, dude. Catch you later" I say, seeing the disappointment in his face. He wanted to eat that load.
Fast forward a week later. I am making an unscheduled and unexpected trip by the same place but this time wiht my little cousin Jackson, all of 19 and black haired and skinny and sometimes sullen. He still claims bisexuality but his fat girlfriend has moved on and he is mostly doing boysex now. Either way, as long as the kid is fucking. Abstinence is for losers and ugly people. Of course, I have told him the story and now he wants to stop. I argue that guy probably isn't even there and, even if he is, there's no gaurantee that anything will happen this time.
And, as it happened, the clerk is a different guy.
Their video selection is shitty but the toys and jocksraps are good. Jackson talked me into buying him a leather jock. I just like to see him in his underwear (and, let's face it out of them as well.). As we walk to to the car, Jackson points down the frontage road where a semi truck is parked He asks what is down there.
"I dunno" I say, not really caring."Woods"
He looks at me like I'm an idiot. "Uncle Jesse"
Then it occurs to me The store doesn't have an arcade. It's possible. We get in the car and I pull around, parking behind the truck. I grab some lube out of the console just in case and we jump out. On the passenger's side, there is a bit of woods and, even in the fading light, I can see that there is a path. For some reason in there is a small shed just inside the tree line and I can hear rustling, something moving on the leaves of the underbrush. I begin to suspect that Jackson was right.
"Hey" I hear Jackson say.
Then I see him. He's skinny. In jeans and a T. When I get close, I can see that he's young. As in, likely not over 15. I don't say anything. I just undo my pants, pull them halfway down on my thights and pull my dick out. It's soft but his young mouth will take care of that. And he sinks in front of me and takes it down. Jackson undoes his pants and gets next to me. The kid moves from me to him.
I stroke my hard dick, watching Jackson get head. He has his hands on the kid's head, pushing him down on his dick The kid gags. He comes off but he strokes that pole as he recovers, knowing to always keep a man going. Before he can go back down on Jackson - who is younger and hotter than me of course - I slap the side of his face with my dick. I want him back over to me.
The kid is non-descript in that light. It's dusk and now in the woods. He's brown haired and I think I spy some acne. He tugs at his dick as he blows me but he is still dressed. He's doing a decent enough job blowing me but I want at his dick. He hasn't asked for money and I'm not going to insult him. If he asks I'll give him some. But I tap him on his shoulder.
"Get your dick out, kid" I tell him.
He undoes his fly, my least favorite way to suck a guy, and reaches in to pull out a rock hard dick. It's long but not thick. It's not a little boy's dick though. It's angry and will shoot. I get on my knees in front of him and take him down. I generally like to be a bit playful at first but the kid isn't having it. He's hot. He immediately starts face fucking me. That's cool. I figure we are not his only tricks for the evening. By now, he's burning.
Jackson is left out. He gets up next to the kid and kisses him roughly taking the kids hand and putting it on his cock. If he can't blown, he'll get a hand job. It's a sweet ass dick and I have convinced him to trim his pubes instead of shaving them. I think that is hotter. I concentrate on sucking the kid. I figure he's fuckable. I'll get him hot enough. So, I'm going to town on that young teen cock,licking and sucking and loving on it.
"Who do you want to have fuck you first? Me or him?" Jackson asks him point blank.
"You" the kid says. I'm not insulted. Jackson is younger. He's hotter than me.
The kid is against the shed, his legs spread wide and I hand Jackson the lube. He smathers some on his dick and then roughly greases the kid's hole. Then, suddenly I hear movement off to my left and the sound of leaves rustling from a footfall. Someone is coming. Immeditately my heart begans to race and my palms are sweaty in a major fight or flight reaction. What we are doing here is major league illegal. This the Bible Belt and I gaurantee the kid is underage, even if he is more than willing and definitely not a virgin. But before I can do anything except weakly grab for my clothes and Jackson is to just able to turn around, the guy is there and we are caught.
Or not.
He is a bit younger than me, a bit of a gut but basically the kind of man that works for a living with physical labor. He has a cap on, jeans and a T shirt. He is not a cop. He nods in my direction, squeezies his crotch and unzips his pants. He takes out his semi hard dick. He nods once in the direction of the boy. Jackson is visibly relieved and I am too but the boy shows no real emotion. He is leaned up against the shed with his ass sticking out, waiting to get fucked. The tin of the shed bends and makes a noise as Jackson pushes his cock in the boy's ass. The kid grunts and so does Jackson. He's in. Crotch against ass. The kid keeps his erection as Jackson fucks him. I don't know if it's the thrill of almost being caught or if he's just that turned on but Jackson is fcking the shit out of him. I mean, he is fucking him hard and heavy. The guy that came up reaches over and takes my dick in his hand.
'Nice, big dick" he says as he strokes it. I reach over and return the favor. I like hard dicks. Obviously.
Jackson is pile driving him and they are both grunting. The metal is flexing and crinkling with each hard stroke and it sounds incredibly loud in the still of impending night. Neither of them are lettting it stop them,. My handjobber seems unconcerned. He leans over and asks me if the top is miue. I say yes, although that is a stretch.
"He's fucking hot" the guys says.
Jackson has his hands on the kid's hips and he is pulling him toward him as he thrusts in. The boy is graoing iwth each stroke. then Jackson lets out a guttural grunt and is still, his dick I am sure spasming as it shoots out hot cream into the kid's ass.
"Go on, fuck him" the other guys says.
The kid doesn't move. He's expecting another dick in there. I hold up my pants and awkwardly make my waay over to him. I bend a little at the knees to get hte angle and drive myself into his hole, all loosened up and lubed by Jackson. It's tight enough. He's young still but he's been around some. I shove it in and he strokes his dick. I am not particularly turned on by the possibility fo being caught. It could be a very big deal if we are. Every squirrel that runs over the underbrush in the woods freaks me out that someone is coming. But I do have my dick up a hot boy;s ass and that means something. It means a fucking lot.
I fuck him. I take up where Jackson left off. Not gentle and not soft. I fuck him. Hard. Skin on skin. He strokes himself as I do. I think he is close and when he does shoot his load onto the side of the shed, I take no pity on him. I keep ducking him. Hard and fast/ The other guy is on his knees licking up Jackosn's cum off of his semi hard, delating dick. I pound the kid. Pound him.
"Oh God" I mitter.
Nothing to be done, just fuck it out. Pound it until it happens. Then with a loud grunt myself, I cum in his ass. Some leaks out when I take it out.
We get dressed and the kid retrives his clothes. He doesn't put them on. Instead he sprints for the truck and gets in. The other guys sasys "see ya" and goes and gets in the drivers side and fires it up. A dad tricking out his son? A kid he found? A truckstop whore? Who knows. They drive off and me and Jackson follow. The truck goes one way asn we go another.