This is the fictional memoir of a gay man, told in the first person. Some of the stories in this series are based on actual experiences, usually embellished a lot, as well as completely fictional ones. They depict sex between consenting adult males. If this offends you, do not read them. These are my stories. Please respect the copyright. If you enjoy them, let me know at johntheartist@hotmail.com. Please Contribute to Nifty.org and keep this wonderful resource going!
In the previous chapter, C'est La Vie! 10, I described how I had moved to New York after college and discovered the world of gay movie-theater sex.
C'est La Vie!: 1982, The Adonis-2
The walk to Randy's hotel was less than ten minutes. His company had booked a good hotel, not a fleabag. We got in the elevator, and when the doors closed he pressed himself up to me and whispered "Fuck, John, I can't wait." We kissed until we felt the elevator slow and broke it off before the door opened (you never know if there will be people on the other side, so I like to be discreet).
When we got to his room, he fumbled nervously with the key, but managed and got the door open. He hung the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, locked it and put on the chain-latch, then turned to kiss me.
"Whenever I go to the Adonis, I always feel a bit grungy afterward," I said. "Let's take a shower together."
"Right on" he said, and we both proceeded to strip as fast as we could. Sometimes it is nice to slowly undress your partner, and sometimes you want to dive in head-first as fast as possible.
Our cocks were both hard, and when he saw me naked, he said "You have a beautiful body. I love slim, smooth guys." This was back when I could exercise a lot and get strong, but not put on a lot of visible muscle or bulk up at all.
His own body was almost as slim as mine, but he had slightly broader shoulders and more visible muscle, nicely defined. He took my hand and led me to the bathroom. When he bent over to turn on the water and adjust the shower, I got a good glimpse of his ass and his tight rose-bud winking at me.
When the water was warm, we stepped into the shower, then put our arms around each other, enjoying feeling our naked bodies together under the hot water: smooth, slippery skin, warm skin and muscles, our legs interleaved, our cocks pressed up against each other's bellies.
We kissed, and he took our two cocks in his hand and we pushed them in and out as we kissed and attempted to devour each other. We soaped each other up, then took turns kneeling in front of the other and sucking cock. He turned around so that I could soap his back, and I slipped my arms under his, running them up and down his chest and abs, stroking his penis, and rubbing mine up and down between his buns, then he followed suit and did the same for me. Finally he said, " Let's dry off and take this to the bed."
We each dried ourselves, and he once again took my hand and led me into the bedroom. We stood by the bed kissing, and then he pushed me down so that I was sitting on the bed. He sank to his knees on the carpeted floor, pushed my legs apart, and started kissing my knees and thighs, running his hands up and down my calves, then up my thighs to my sides, over to my chest and down over my abs, while his mouth followed with kisses and his tongue.
He worked his way to my balls, kissing them, then taking them into his mouth, one-by-one, rolling them around, soaking them with spit, holding them in his hand, circling the top of my scrotum and gently pulling down while he took my balls into his mouth again and again. I bent over to kiss him for a while, letting him know how much I was enjoying what he was doing.
He then turned his attention to my cock, slowly licking up along the underside to the head, swirling his tongue around it then kissing his way down and doing it all again.
"Hold on a minute," I said, and went to my bag and pulled out a couple of snap on cock rings, my poppers, lube and some condoms. I handed one of the cock rings to him. He took it and fastened it tightly around my cock and balls, forcing my cock to swell up even more and get even harder. He then went back to worshipping it, kissing, licking and, finally, opening his mouth and slowly and gently taking me into his throat. When he had me all in, he used his tongue to caress the underside of my cock, and he applied sucking pressure, sucking in and out without moving up and down my cock. The change in pressure felt fantastic and he repeated about ten cycles before slowly rising on my cock and then slowly going down again.
I reached over for the poppers, and he looked up. "Do you wanna do these again?" I asked.
"Uh huh," he said, as I unscrewed the top and handed the bottle to him. He took a deep inhale on each nostril and handed them to me as he went back to servicing my super-hard cock. I followed suit and as I screwed the top back on the bottle, the wave of poppers washed over me, adding to the fantastic sensation of my cock in Randy's warm, wet mouth. I closed my eyes and leaned back on my elbows, and as he sucked me he moved his hands up to my torso, running them softly up and down my body, finding and gently pinching my nipples.
He was bringing me very close to shooting, and so I pulled his face up to mine and whispered "I'm getting' close to shooting, man. Come up on the bed and let me do you for a while."
He stood up as I turned to lie lengthwise on the bed, and he lay down next to me. I pulled him into a kiss and our bodies moved together, his cock pushing up against my hip, him humping my body as we kissed, and he fondled my cock and balls. I pulled him over on top of me, spreading my legs and then locking them around his. The feeling of his warm chest with his strong, lanky muscles pushed up against mine and my hard cock was truly beautiful.
We pushed our cocks against each other, desperately, impossibly, trying to get closer. I paused to reach over for the lube. I handed it to him and said "Put some down there." He squeezed some out of the bottle and spread it on both our cocks and stomachs. Then we rolled over with me on top and him on the bottom.
I pushed myself up onto my arms so that I could align my cock with his, and he put his hand around both of them, as I pushed my cock in and out. "Oh fuck, that's so hot, John. Your body is so beautiful, like you're fucking me."
"Good idea," I said smiling. "But I want to taste you again."
I grabbed the other cock ring off the bedside table and then worked my way with my tongue and lips down his neck, his shoulders, his chest and nipples, his abdomen and belly, then around to his hip, down a leg to the knee, pushing his legs apart. Then I moved to the other knee, up his thigh and all around his cock and balls without touching them. He was gasping with anticipation.
Finally, I turned my attention to his balls, repeating pretty much what he had done with me. After I worked on them a while and they were wet and glistening, I reached for the other cock ring and attached it tightly around his cock and balls. Like mine, his penis swelled even more and became rock hard.
I gently caressed his cock with the tips of my fingers, and licked from the base up to the head, around and back down again, just as he had done to me. He took the bottle of poppers again, and took a deep inhale on each nostril before handing them to me. I did the same, and then went down on him, as he had me, holding him there and sucking in and out as the poppers hit us both, the warmth spreading over us, the exquisite heightened pleasure engulfing our bodies.
I continued to suck him, following almost exactly the same moves he had done on me, stopping when he asked to kiss me, telling me I was getting him close to cumming.
At last, bringing me up into another kiss, he said, "John, I really want you to fuck me. I haven't been fucked since I was in college three years ago."
I pulled away to look at him. It had been a couple of years since I had gone even a week without fucking someone or getting fucked. "Geez, I guess we gotta fix that," I said, "but only if you return the favor."
"I want you to do me on my back so that I can watch you" he said.
"No problem," I said, "but I want to do something to get you ready for me."
I went back down on him for a while. Then I pushed his legs up against his chest, and rolled him back on his shoulders a bit so that his ass was elevated. I then turned my attention to his puckered hole, kissing it and swirling my tongue around it. He grabbed the bottle of poppers and took more deep inhales as I worked his ass, probing him with my tongue, getting him sopping wet. I rimmed him for almost ten minutes, while he took more inhales from the bottle.
Finally, I pulled his ass back down and moved up to lie on him and kiss him. "Are you ready for me?" I asked.
"Oh, fuck, I can't wait," he said.
I grabbed a condom from the bedside table and put it on.
"What're you doin'?" he asked.
"I always fuck with a condom," I said, and told him about how, early in my gay lifestyle, I had gotten a bad urethral infection, and my gay doctor had told me that condoms would prevent that, as well as other STDs. "Also," I said, "there is a new disease going around, and I don't want to get it." This was the early days of the AIDS epidemic.
"OK," he said doubtfully.
"Believe me, it is still awesome," I said, smiling. "Ready?"
He nodded his head enthusiastically, and I took the lube bottle, smearing it on his ass, and my cock. Then I got between his legs, pushed them up onto his chest, positioned my cock at his anus. I took the poppers bottle and handed it to him. "You may need these," I said. He inhaled and handed them to me. I did the same.
Then, as I started pushing into him very, very slowly, I bent over to meet his mouth with mine and kissed him deeply as I pushed all the way in. He whimpered slightly and I knew that it hurt. So I kept kissing him and held still until he relaxed some and I knew that the pain had passed.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
"Yeah, it feels good now. It's just been a while."
Slowly, I started fucking him, pushing myself up on my arms, so that he could see my abs and chest contracting, the poppers doing their thing, and helping him to relax. Slowly, he joined my thrusts, pushing back as he could, a big smile on his face.
We had been making love for quite a while now, and I think we both wanted to get to our climaxes soon. I picked up speed, and he pushed back harder. I leaned over to kiss him again. "Of, fuck, John, I'm in heaven. I'd forgotten how good it is to be fucked by someone who is really hot, like you. Keep going. I want to cum together."
I took his cock in my hand and, matching my rhythm, stroked him as I fucked him. His eyes closed, and it was clear that he was getting close to cumming. I was too, and so I sped up more to sprint to the finish. He took his own cock in hand, and stroked it faster and faster, grunting, and moaning more and more.
Finally, I felt his ass clamp down on my cock and a few seconds later, he started shooting semen over his chest and abs, one shot landing on his chin. A couple of seconds later, I felt my climax ready to begin, and I withdrew from his ass, peeled off the condom, and jerked my cock over his chest and abs, adding my own copious load to his.
We were both smiling as we came, and when I was done, I collapsed on his cum-covered chest, and we both happily snuggled and kissed as we wound down.
"God, John, that was fantastic. I was really worried that it would hurt after so long, but you did it just right."
"I'm glad it was so good for you," I said. "Now it's my turn."
"OK," he said, "but couldn't we go get something to eat first? Sex always makes my hungry, and I'm famished. We still have all night to make love, babe."