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In the previous chapter, C'est La Vie! 14, I described how I celebrated my 30th birthday with a trip to San Francisco, and hired a stunning gay escort, Brad, for the night.
C'est La Vie: 1988, Birthday-3/Stevie
We turned on the shower, and squeezed in. The showers in this motel are not luxury size, but I didn't care. Being up against him in the warm water and slippery soap was what I wanted. We soaped each other up, nuzzling and kissing while we did so, and we were soon erect again, making out under the hot water. I turned him around so that I could nestle my cock between his firm buns and let it slide back and forth while I worked on his nipples and nibbled his neck and ears. He would turn his head from time to time so that we could kiss, and then he turned me around and did the same thing to me. I knelt in front of him and took his wet, slippery cock into my mouth and he face-fucked me for a while, and then we switched places and he did it to me, pulling gently on my balls and fingering my hole while he did so.
After about fifteen minutes, we were done playing, and we got out and toweled each other off, toweled our hair as dry as it would get, and then wrapped clean towels around our waists and headed back to the room. It was a little after midnight now.
"Let's see what's happening outside," I said, knowing that there was probably a lot of cruising going on about now.
"Cool," he replied, and I turned off the room lights, and then opened the drapes. Between them and the windows were sheer curtains, and I knew that while we could see out pretty well, it was almost impossible to see in when they were drawn. That way, you could see who was walking by your room, but they could not see you, unless you pulled the curtains aside.
As I expected there was quite a bit of cruising going on. We could see several doors ajar, some with guys standing expectantly in them. There were several men slowly walking around the balconies, trying to look into the rooms they passed. Every so often, a door would open, and one of the walkers would go in, sometimes staying in and just as often coming back out after a minute or so.
Occasionally a couple would walk by, looking for another couple for a four-way, I guessed. There was an attractive pair of guys in their late `30s, wearing leather gear, and cut-off Levi jackets that showed masculine, hairy chests, and if I had not been with Brad, I might have explored what they had to offer. There were also several older, overweight guys, and a hot-looking black man in a tank top. When Brad saw him, he said, "You gotta watch out for him. He can get kinda freaky sometimes. Might be some drug he's taking."
"Thanks for the warning," I said.
We watched for a while longer, and then Brad elbowed me in the side and said, "Check out this guy," pointing at a new face that had just appeared at the head of the stairs to the second-floor balcony. I followed where he was pointing, and saw a cute, slight, guy just turning the corner.
"Wait a minute," I said. "I know that guy. He propositioned me in a bar just before you came over. Woulda taken him up on it too, if I wasn't expecting you."
"How about a three-way?" Brad asked.
"Yeah," I said brightly, "but, well, he may find another partner before he makes it to the third floor."
"The way he moves, he has `bottom' written all over him," Brad observed.
We watched as he slowly made his way down the side of the second-floor balcony. He paused briefly as a door opened and he apparently was propositioned by someone in the room, but he shook his head no, and moved on. We lost sight of him as he walked along the balcony directly below us, and held our breaths a little, hoping he would appear at the other end. Sure enough, in a couple of minutes, we saw him slowly walking down the opposite balcony. He paused to look into a couple of rooms, and toward the end of the balcony, after looking into a room, the door opened and a youngish man appeared in it, naked to the waist. Our boy hesitated and then went into the room.
"Uh-oh," I said, "too bad."
"Don't be so quick," Brad said, "he may not stay long."
We watched other men coming and going, and a couple of possibilities walked past our window, but we still wanted to see if the kid would materialize again. Some of the men we were seeing were making the rounds for a second time, and so we figured at least someone would be available later if we wanted. Anyway, I would have been perfectly satisfied with Brad alone, if nothing else happened.
"There he is," Brad said, and sure enough, the door to the room had opened, he was kissing the man inside good-bye, and heading toward the stairs to our floor. He climbed slowly, pausing at the landing to look around before heading down the balcony toward us. Again, there was suspense as he peered in windows, and another door opened, and another proposition was put forward. Finally, we lost sight of him as he approached the corner of the balcony, and was outside of our sightlines.
"Time to act," said Brad. He stepped forward and opened the sheer curtains so that passers-by could see inside. "Get behind me and work my nips," he said. I did as I was told. We could just hear the slow approach of footsteps on the balcony, presumably our boy. "I can see him a couple of doors down," Brad said.
A few seconds later, he was in front of our window. He stopped when he feasted his eyes on the sight of us. The street light raking across Brad's chest and abs threw them into high relief, and he must have looked, from outside the window, like a gay boy's wet dream.
I was gently tweaking his nipples and nibbling on his ear, as I looked at the boy on the balcony, who suddenly recognized me and smiled a big smile. Brad leaned his head back on my shoulder, turned sideways and kissed me, as I moved my hand down to press the towel around his growing erection. For my part, I had been hard ever since I had moved behind him and put my arms around him.
The boy on the other side of the window stared intensely at the delicious sight he was seeing, and rubbed his crotch, revealing a nice erection lying sideways in his tight black jeans. "Pull my towel off," Brad whispered to me, and I complied. I reached down to put my hand around his semi-hard cock, and as I did, it swelled to its full extent, and I stroked it lightly. The boy's eyes looked like they would pop out of his head. "Let's put an end to his suffering," Brad said, and while I went to open the door, he stepped forward and closed the sheer curtains.
The boy stepped through the door, and I closed it and engaged the chain lock. I took the boy in my arms and simultaneously pulled off my towel to reveal my hard cock. "So we meet again," I said. "I'm glad you didn't get lucky in the bar. My name is John, and my friend here is Brad."
"Stevie," he replied, and gently took my hard cock in his hand.
"Well, Stevie," Brad said, "what are you up for tonight?"
"Just about anything," Stevie said, "but being tag-teamed would be a dream come true; I'm so horny."
"C'm here," said Brad and took Stevie's hands in his and put them on his chest. "You like what you see?"
"Uh-huh, and I like what I feel even better," came the reply, as his hands moved over Brad's ripped body, and eventually closed around his thick cock. "You're a big boy, aren't you?" he said to Brad.
"I think you're gonna enjoy what it can do," was Brad's reply.
They started kissing, and as they did, I came up behind Stevie, and slowly started undressing him. I got my hands under his shirt, and pushed it up. He raised his arms and briefly broke off his kiss so that I could get it off. His body was slim and smooth, tight but not muscular, a really nice young boy's physique. He was about 5'8", maybe 140 lbs. Since he had been served in the bar, I assumed he was 21, but he may have had fake ID. Anyway, when I was 21, I looked about 17, like he did.
I ran my hands down his chest and stomach, and then moved them back up to massage his nipples until they were nice and erect. He was making slow thrusts with his pelvis toward Brad, but all the while holding Brad's erection and gently stroking it.
My hands moved to his waist, and opened his belt, and pulled it out, dropping it on the floor. I felt his other hand come around behind him and close around my cock and gently start stroking me. I unbuttoned his waist, and slowly slid his zipper down, then pushed his pants down around his thighs.
My hand found his hard cock in his briefs, and gently ran my fingers up and down its length. It was a nice boy-cock, maybe six or six-and-a-half inches, average thickness, but very hard. He moaned softly as I played with him. Then I pushed his pants to the floor, untied his sneakers and helped him out if themÑall the time while he held onto Brad's thick cock and worked his nipples with his mouth. Finally, I pulled his black briefs down and he stepped out of them too, so we were all naked.
I slowly stood up behind him again, this time running my hands up his legs and over his tight little ass, pulling his cheeks apart to take a look, and then running the ball of my hand softly up between them, grazing his little pink hole on the way.
I stood up and nestled my hard cock between his buns, while my hands sought out his nipples and started softly working them and then adding more pressure, and finally pinching them pretty hard, which seemed to be driving him crazy. "Oh, God, baby, that's so fine," he croaked, and I felt his knees give way as he collapsed to the floor, kneeling in front of Brad.
He eager mouth plunged down on Brad's erection, and I was amazed that he could get it all down his throat. Brad moaned a happy moan, and started slowly face-fucking Stevie. I got down on the floor behind Stevie and pulled his ass up so that he was on all fours. He then supported himself with one hand while his other hand and mouth worked on Brad's cock.
I knelt on the floor behind Stevie, and pulled his cheeks open, then softly touched his puckered hole with my fingers, swirling them around. His moans increased, telling me he wanted more, so I bent down and started working my tongue around his hole, pushing it in slightly, then kissing his cheeks and then going in for more. He was gasping as he deep-throated Brad, who was helping by slowly thrusting his cock into Stevie's eager throat.
I had not been at it long, but it was clear that Stevie wanted cock, not just tongue in his ass. So I got up, and went over to the bed to get a condom and the lube. I ripped the condom open with my teeth, rolled it down on my cock, and squirted some lube on my hand, lubing up my cock and then his ass.
I knelt again behind him on the floor, got my cock aligned, and slowly pushed in, popping past his sphincter and burying my erection up to the hilt. He moaned loudly, but kept up with giving Brad head. I let my cock rest in his warm ass for a half-minute or so, while I moved my hands up is thighs and over his back and back down again. Then I started slowly fucking him in time to his sucking.
Brad had his head thrown back, and his hands on Stevie's head, gently guiding it as Stevie sucked. He was clearly enjoying the blow-job that Stevie was giving him, and he was in no hurry to do anything else for now. We kept that position on the floor for perhaps six or seven minutes, when Brad leaned over, pulled his cock out of Stevie's mouth, and bent over to kiss him.
"Ready for my big cock, kid?" he asked.
"Yeah, I want it bad," was the reply.
I withdrew, and Brad went over to the bed and lay down. "Come ride me," he said, as he took out a condom and slid it over his erection. Stevie grabbed the bottle of lube and pumped a liberal glob onto his hand and, straddling Brad, worked the lube up and down Brad's cock. Stevie then moved up so that his ass was positioned over Brad's cock, and then slowly sat back on it.
"Oh, God, you really fill me up," he moaned as he started a slow rising and falling. Brad had his hands on Stevie's chest, rubbing and helping to push his body up and down on his cock.
I pulled off my condom, and got up on the bed, standing with my feet on either side of Brad's shoulders, so that I could align my cock with Stevie's mouth. He took me in and plunged his hot mouth up and down on my cock eagerly, clearly enjoying the spit-roasting that he was getting. Every so often, I would pull out, and bend over for a long sloppy kiss, then shove my cock back in again. After my earlier session with Brad, I knew that I was not going to come from a simple blow job, but I was enjoying the talented mouth of this kid, who clearly had had a lot of practice in his young life.
After a few more minutes of this position, I got off the bed, and bent over to kiss Brad, while Stevie continued riding him. "Do you think he can take us both?" I asked him.
"Why don't you ask him?" he said, clearly a rhetorical question, because Stevie eagerly said "Oh yeah, man." He smiled a big smile. Clearly the evening was going well for him.
I got another condom on, added some lube, grabbed the poppers, and moved around behind Stevie, straddling Brad's legs. I put my arms around Stevie's chest, feeling his nipples, and leaning over to whisper in his ear "Ready?"
"Oh yeah, give me your cock," he said.
"You might need these," I said, holding the open bottle of poppers under his nose. He took a deep whiff and leaned forward to kiss Brad, and to give me maximum access to his already-full hole. I screwed the top on the bottle, held my cock at his hole and slowly pushed in next to Brad's cock.
The sensation was incredible: a nice tight boy hole, and Brad's big, throbbing cock held tightly against mine inside Stevie's warm ass. I held on tight as we started a rhythmic motion that I knew would not take long for us all to climax.
Stevie moved up and down on our cocks, but we did most of the work, Brad thrusting up from the bottom, and me pushing in from behind. I worked Stevie's nipples, pinching them hard, and Stevie put his hands on Brad's hard pecs to brace himself against the onslaught.
Gradually, we sped up, and the motion of our fucking pushed the headboard against the wall rhythmically. I thought briefly about what that sounded like to someone in the next room, and decided that I didn't really care just now.
Brad grabbed Stevie's cock and stoked it in time with the fucking, and before about ten strokes, it started shooting a big load all over Brad's chest. That was such a hot sight, looking over Stevie's shoulder, that I felt my cock go over the hill, and I shot my load in the condom. A minute later, Brad gasped, "Shit, I'm coming," and I felt his cock throbbing against mine in Stevie's ass.
When it was all done, I pulled out, but Brad stayed in Stevie, as we all collapsed in a happy heap on the bed. I had to say that I was pretty exhausted after my third session of the day, and I think Brad was ready to call it a night too.
Stevie said, "D'ya mind if I use a washcloth?"
"Go ahead," I said, and he went off to the bathroom where we heard him piss, then the water running. He came back with the washcloth and a damp towel, and cleaned his cum off Brad's chest.
"Guys, that made my week," he said, smiling, as he got back into his clothes. After he got dressed, he came over to the bed and kissed us both, then let himself out. I got up briefly to close the drapes, and then got into bed with Brad, kissed him and said "Good night, baby. Sweet dreams!"
I fell asleep with my arm over his chest and slept soundly all night.