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By Richard de Orizaba
During one of my last visits to the Club Baths in Miami, in fact this was my very last visit quite a few years ago; I had sex with this guy who was absolutely divine.
His name was Ted and he was a body builder. At the baths, not much is
ever divulged about anyone; for the most part, the sex is anonymous and
people go about their business without inquiring much about the personal details of the sex
partner they just had.
This
was not to be the case with Ted who after having me fuck him, was very
interested in a repeat performance outside of the baths. He gave me his
phone number and almost pleaded to have me call him for another sexual
session.
I
called Ted two days after we met and I had told him that I was still a
student at Texas A&M but was visiting my great aunt to help her out
since her husband had died only a couple of months before. Ted asked me a
little more about myself and I told him when he asked what sports I
engaged in, that I had been in my high school wrestling team. As it
turns out, Ted was a wrestler in high school and now was a referee. He
told me that he was going to be the referee at one of the high school
competitions being held at Coral Gables High School and he invited me to come and watch. He said that we could perhaps go to his house afterwards for a repeat of our bathhouse lovemaking.
Then
Ted asked me if I could come over to his house after the wrestling
match and I accepted. He told me that I could spend the night and we
could go to the Coconut Grove Arts Festival
that was to be held the next day. Then Ted me told me what he did for a
living. Ted was the Episcopal Bishop of St. Stanislaus’ Episcopal Church
in Coconut Grove.
He
was sort of apologetic and asked me if I didn’t mind. I told him that
indeed I did not mind at all, after all, I had a brief affair with one
of my priests when I was back in Eagle Pass and I was barely sixteen.
But my priest was a catholic and supposedly celibate and Ted said he had
not taken a celibacy bow.
I went to the wrestling match at the high
school and Ted saw me. He waved and I waited until the match was over
to meet him outside. I followed him in my car (my aunt’s car) and we got
to Coconut Grove to the Church’s parking lot and he pointed at the
space where I would park.
He
then came over and told me that I would have a hard time getting out
afterwards as the Grove Art Festival was to start the next day. The
Coconut Grove Arts Festival used to be a great art festival but as the
years passed it became more like arts and crafts and a lot of food
vendors. I think it has suffered a decline.
I
did not know what to do so I told him that I would move the car over to
a neighboring street later on that evening and walk back to the church. Ted and I went into his house, which was a very comfortable and well appointed house the church provided for its priest.
We were in each other’s arms and I began to worship Ted’s body. It was truly magnificent. He had the pectoral muscles, the biceps and his flat stomach, covered with a very fine layer of hair. If you saw him from far away you would think that he shaved his torso.
Ted
had a beard-goatee and a mustache and it was downright sexy and made
his blue eyes stand out even more. I mean, the guy was a winner in the
looks department. He was in his mid or late thirties.
We started to take off our clothes and then we wrestled. Yes, we wrestled, as this was one of Ted’s fantasies. He was good at it and although he was a bit shorter than I, he had a very powerful grip and knew his moves.
It was obvious that he could have beaten me but instead,
Ted wanted to be submissive and soon sort of surrendered to me, now on
the floor with me on top on a doggie style lock. He started to wiggle
his ass and that got me excited. My cock grew with every little movement
and it was now about to pop out of my
underwear. Ted now offered no resistance and was under me just waiting
to be penetrated. Instead, I turned him around and I sat on his chest
and made him eat my cock.
That too was part of his fantasy. I was
forcefully pushing my cock into his mouth and holding it there until I
felt he was going to gag. He loved this and tears were coming out of his
eyes from the effort.
There
was a brief respite and he told me that he wanted me to fist fuck him
now. He got up and grabbed some lubricant and put it in my hand. I then
proceeded to eat his ass since I wanted to get to it before it was all
greasy. Ted was in heaven. I was rimming him and then I put one finger
inside his bum hole, followed by two, then three and eventually was able
to work my whole fist into it.
I thought that relaxing his asshole
so much would make it much too loose for me to fuck later but it did
not turn out that way. It seems that Ted has a certain talent to make
his ass flexible and can manipulate the muscles in his sphincter to adjust to the invading member, be it half an arm or a cock.
When
I thought that Ted had enough fist fucking, I approached from behind
and my dick went in without any problem. But he started these
contractions and I was getting a great deal of pleasure from it. I swear
that his hole felt like wet velvet. Such a sensation I had never
experienced before. I was giving my preacher an ass work out and I was
getting the most fantastic fuck in return. Ted was one hot bottom. The
fucking must have gone for over an hour. I totally
forgot about the situation with the car and parking. We went to sleep
in each other’s arms and I woke up in the morning when the tents were
being set up and I was able to get the car out of the parking lot with
some degree of difficulty. I returned and Ted had breakfast prepared for
us and I had to actually pay for parking as there was nothing left even
at that early hour.
Ted
had a very nice cock as well. It was uncut and about seven inches. I
loved sucking him and would get him to cum time and time again. Ted was
very generous with his jizz and came in great quantities.
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| Coconut Grove Art Festival |
After breakfast, we went to the arts festival and we both took off our shirts to walk around. We sure were
getting a lot of looks. There must have been two dozen guys cruising us
and if it hadn’t been for the fact that we were together, either one of
us would have been picked up. I kind of liked that. It was very good
for my ego and I was very proud to be seen with Ted since he was such a stud.
We
returned to the house and Ted even had a housekeeper; a very old Cuban
lady who cooked and cleaned for him. She fixed us lunch and we took a
nap, (in separate rooms) and got up again to return to the festival. All
in all, it was a day well spent.
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