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In the previous chapter, C'est La Vie! 16, I described how I celebrated my 30th birthday with a trip to San Francisco, and hired a stunning gay escort, Brad, for the night an how, after some amazing sex together, we did a 3-way with a boy who was cruising the motel balconies.
C'est La Vie!: 1989, Sleepless in the City
I was 31 and lived in a loft in one of the historic areas of Philadelphia I had bought in 1984. It was a smallish building, and dirt cheap when I bought it. When bought it, I decided not only to make my own living and working space, but to renovate two floors that I could rent for some income. I would spend about half the week working on my own work, spend a couple of nights doing some part-time teaching at one of the local art schools, and fill the rest of my time with renovating the place. After I had my loft and studio ready, I would do another floor, get a tenant and move on to another floor. Connections in both the art community and the gay community made it easy to find good tenants, and more than one turned out to be good for some fun on the side over the next few years.
My neighborhood was beginning to be converted from commercial to residential. The lofts were now inhabited by artists, musicians and young hipsters. There always seemed to be something happening on the street.
I was working on a new series of paintings, and not having an easy time with them. Something eluded me and I couldn't tell what it was. It was a Friday night, and I had stayed in the studio, instead of going out to eat or to the bars, working until almost 11 pm. I was tired and fell asleep quickly. But I woke up around 3 am needing to pee, and when I went back to bed, I couldn't fall asleep, my mind racing and fretting about my work.
I pulled on a robe over my briefs, and went down to the studio, which had windows that faced the street. From the third floor, I had a nice view of the street and its late traffic of a few people, and occasional cars and trucks. While I was standing there in the dark, a light came on in the third-floor apartment directly across from mine. A few seconds later, a man about my age walked up to his window and looked out. Another sleepless guy like me, I thought. He was tall, slim and wearing boxers. He had the kind of build that turns me on all the time: lean, defined, lightly muscled, with a long smooth torso and nice tight slab-like pecs set high on his chest. From where I was standing, I could just make out his face. It was handsome, a bit chiseled, with sensuous lips. He had short dark hair. A hot guy. My cock started stirring in my briefs.
As he stood, looking out the window, his hand moved up to his chest and started slowly, absentmindedly letting it play over his pecs and then down to his abs and back again. But now he started concentrating on one of his nipples. His hand paused there, rubbing, caressing, and finally working his nipple between his thumb and forefinger. And as he worked the nipple, I could see some action in his boxers as his cock started to swell in response to the stimulation he was giving himself. He licked his lips and closed his eyes for a short time, enjoying his reverie.
While one hand continued on his nipple, his other hand went down to his crotch and adjusted his growing erection through the fabric of his boxers. Then it went back up to his chest, and now he was doing both nipples, eyes still closed, lips slightly parted, his tongue slowly licking around his mouth. I was fully hard in my briefs now, and I let one hand gently brush against my hard-on through my robe.
The man across the street, didn't stay with both nipples for long. Instead, his hand moved down to his fly, went inside, and a few seconds later, he had pulled his erect cock out. Now he was slowly fisting himself while the other hand continued on his chest. I thought, "Now or never" and turned on the light on the table next to me.
When the man saw my light go on, he quickly moved his hands to cover up his crotch. He hadn't been able to see me before, standing there in the dark, but now he could. He looked at me, and I returned his gaze, holding it while I pulled my robe open so that he could see my erection in my briefs, with the light glancing across it and throwing it into relief.
He smiled and slowly moved his hands that blocked my view. Then, while slowly stroking himself again, he reached into his fly with his other hand and pulled out his balls so that I could see his whole package. While he stroked his cock, he fondled his balls with his other hand, and then put is thumb and forefinger around the top of his scrotum and gently stretched it downward. I responded by grabbing my cock through my briefs, stretching the fabric over it so he could see its outlines clearly. His stomach muscles tensed in response, and I could clearly see his ripped abs. My other hand played over my chest. He held my eyes with his and licked his lips provocatively.
I moved my hand up to my mouth and slowly slipped two fingers inside, moving them slowly in and out. He mouthed "Yeah, man" and smiled a big smile. I pointed at myself and then at him. More smiles, and a nod that said yes. I tapped my wrist, held up three fingers and pointed down to the entrance of his building. He held up a thumb in reply, and turned away from the window.
I hurried back to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and quickly washed up under my arms and in my crotch, pulled on a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, and slipped on some sneakers without socks. Down the stairs, out the door, my heart pounding in anticipation. Less than three minutes after our window dance separated by the width of the street, I was in front of his front door. A few seconds later, he appeared on the stairs wearing a tank-top and a pair of chinos that did little to conceal his hardon.
He opened the door and extended his hand. "Dave," he said.
"John," I replied.
He turned and started up the stairs, me following him, fixing my gaze on the roll of his fabulous ass. His back was broad, his waist was small, his thighs filled out the chinos with their muscularity, and his ass was round and firm. It was going to be hard to make things last with him. I figured, what the hell? I can always go a second time if that's what he wants.
He opened the door to his apartment and stepped inside. I followed him in and closed the door, and stepped up behind him, putting my hands around his waist and feeling up under his top to savor his smooth skin, the little trail of hair from his navel downward, his ridged abs, and, moving northward, his firm pecs and erect nipples. I kissed his neck and nuzzled his ear, then nibbled it lightly and whispered "What do you want to do?"
He turned around and said, "Ya know, I was out with this hot guy doing the bars tonight, and really looking forward to spending the night with him, but he got a little out of control, drank more than he shoulda, and when we got to his place, he passed out. I didn't feel like fucking a corpse, so I caught a cab home and here I am, frustrated and horny. I want to do everything, but mostly, I need to be fucked real bad."
"I think that I could arrange that, Dave," I quipped. "But the deal is that you have to fuck me too. Do you think you can manage?"
"No problem, John" he replied and pulled me to him, planting those sensuous lips on mine and probing my mouth with his tongue.
Our kissing was hungry and desperate, each of us wanting more than we could get in one kiss. While we were kissing, Dave slowly backed up, me stumbling along with my arms around him, pulling off his tank top and throwing it on the floor, him pulling off my tee and doing the same. He backed us into his bedroom, our bare chests glued together.
When we got to the bed, still locked together, he leaned backward and we toppled on the bed together, lips still locked. And without breaking our kiss, we gradually moved into position lengthwise on the bed. I had my legs between his, and he wrapped his strong thighs around mine so that he could push our cocks together harder. We were grinding cocks through our pants, and I could see that when I fucked him he was not the type to just lie there, but would be responding actively as I topped him.
My lips left his and I started kissing and licking his ear, his neck and slowly working down his chest. I paused at his right nipple and worked it with my lips and tongue for about five minutes, while he moaned and writhed beneath me. I moved to his left nipple and added some light teeth action, while my hand continued on his right nipple. His moans became even louder.
"Oh man John, that's fantastic" he gasped.
I left his nipples and continued my kisses and licking slowly down over his smooth torso, working into all the valleys of his six-pack to his navel. I probed his navel with my tongue and while I worked on it, my hands unbuttoned his waistband and lowered his zipper. He raised his hips and I pulled his pants down to his mid-thighs. I took a little break from licking and kissing, and sat up between his legs, then helped move his pants down so he could pull his feet out. He lay there, again in his boxers, with his cock tenting them up so appealingly.
He sat up as I knelt in front of him, and as we kissed more, he undid my waist button and zipper and eased my jeans down. I briefly got off the bed so that I could get them off all the way, and then was back in my former position, kissing him while he gently caressed my hard cock through my briefs. It was all I could do to keep from cumming then, but somehow I did.
I turned my attention to his boxers and the prize they enclosed. I put my hand down to feel his cock through the cotton fabric. It was a nice size, maybe seven inches, pleasantly thick, and it felt really hard. I slipped my hand in through his fly and let my fingers move slowly up and down the shaft, and explore the head and the ridge around it. He was gasping with pleasure, "Oh yeah, man" and I looked up at his face that was contorted with ecstasy, and smiled, saying softly "I bet this really tastes good." He closed is eyes and pushed his hips up against my hand.
I moved to the next stage, hooking his waistband in my fingers and lifting it over his hard-on to pull his boxers down. He helped by raising his legs so that I could get them off, and I looked down at his manly beauty. It did not just lie against his belly like the cocks of lots of guys, but stood up, extra hard, the head almost shiny. Perhaps that was partly because he was wearing a metal cock ring. He must have put it on while he was waiting for me to come over. His balls were perfectly proportioned to his seven inches, and they were smooth. I realized that he kept them shaved, as I had learned to do with mine.
I moved down a little farther on the bed and bent over his crotch. I pushed his thighs apart a little and bent over to kiss and lick the insides, covered lightly with hair, firm and muscular. I knew they were would feel really good locked around my waist as I fucked him later. I slowly moved to his balls and spent a few minutes mouthing them, but I couldn't resist his cock for much longer. I let my tongue start at the base and move slowly up to the head, swirling it around the ridge of his head and working the sensitive place on the underside just below it.
Many times, I want to start sucking really slow, going a fraction of an inch at a time, starting with a light, teasing pressure. But this cock was simply too delicious looking to take it slow. I kissed the tip, and then plunged all the way to his pubes, feeling him in my throat. He practically screamed with pleasure, and his moans became louder and louder as I worked him. "Oh, yeah, that's so good, fuck yeah, your suck soooo good," like that as I furiously devoured his hardness.
Very quickly I brought him to the brink, and he pulled me off saying "Whoa, cowboy!"
I bent over his face and kissed him some more and said "Dave, can you cum more than once?"
"No problem," he said.
"Well, then, I want you to cum in my mouth before I fuck you, OK? You can return the favor later."
"Go for it," he said.
So I was back down on him, sucking for all I was worth, his moans rising again. It only took about a minute more, and I felt his balls rising, his stomach and legs tense up, and then the warm gushes of slightly salty semen hit the back of my throat. I kept up my furious sucking until I sucked him dry and his moans subsided a bit.
After a little, he pulled my head away, saying "I get real sensitive after cumming."
"Yeah, so do I," I responded. I was back up in his strong arms kissing him some more, and his hand was down between my legs caressing my hard cock, making me feel so good.
"Flip over and let me rim you," I whispered.
"Oh yeah," he replied, and rolled over. His back and ass were a truly beautiful sight. Broad shoulders, ripped muscles on his upper back, beautiful lats, and those two cords of muscle in the lower back that create such a beautiful sculpture when combined with a firm, full ass. I pulled his legs apart slightly and bent down between them.
Obligingly, he spread them a little more, and raised his ass slightly to give me access to his hairless, pink rosebud hole.
I bent down and tasted his clean, masculine smell, kissing his cheeks, licking his crack, kissing his hole and then starting to work it with my tongue. His moans started all over again, and I didn't know how long I could keep this up without climaxing myself. My cock was throbbing and almost painful with anticipation.
It seemed like a long time, but it may have only been five minutes or so. He was writhing in ecstasy once again, and I felt under him to grab his cock which was hard againÑor maybe he never had gotten soft.
After a while, I stopped rimming him, and moved up to lie on his back with my cock nestled in his crack. I put my hands under his arms, hooking my hands around his shoulders. I whispered in his ear "Now for the main course, Dave," and reached for the condom I had brought with me.
I found a tube of KY next to the bed, got a good gob on my hand and rubbed it on my cock and around Dave's asshole and crack. I put my arms under his shoulders again and slowly slid my cock down until it was resting against his asshole.
"Yeah, that's it, John," he said huskily, and he started pushing his ass back against my hard cock.
My head slipped inside, and he kept pushing against me until I was all the way in. Then he propped himself up on his elbows, turned his head to kiss me, and said "Do my nipples while we fuck."
I moved my hands to his hard chest, found his erect nipples and started working them between my thumb and forefinger. He started moving in waves beneath me, my cock sliding almost out and then gliding in again, as he alternately grabbed and released it with his sphincter.
I couldn't last much longer, and before too long started picking up speed.
"Yeah, John, pound it man," he gasped between is moans.
And I did just that, pushing hard, feeling his muscular body humping up and down beneath me, milking my cock, trying to suck me all the way into him, like he wanted our bodies to melt together permanently.
My climax exploded in the condom in his warm ass, he moaned loudly and once again turned his head to offer me his hungry mouth. I spurted four, five, six strong loads, and then we both gradually slowed, letting our passion slowly wane as the orgasm faded.
He let his chest back down to the bed, and his motion beneath me quieted. I lay on his back, feeling his breathing slowly move his chest up and down. My cock was still nestled in his ass, but started softening a bit. I kissed his neck, and tongued and nibbled his left ear.
A couple of minutes later, I pulled out, and grabbed a towel he had thoughtfully put next to the bed to wipe us off. Then I lay next to him, savoring the post-fuck intimacy as we held hands, and caressed each other, occasionally turning to kiss each other again.
We lay together for about 15 minutes, and Dave then got up to use the bathroom and get us each a glass of juice. Walking back from the kitchen, he was a beautiful sight: his trim muscular torso, his full meaty thighs, his tousled hair, the cute smile on his face and his nice tasty cock swinging between his legs, his balls hanging low from the heat of our love-making. I felt my cock starting to stir again, and Dave noticed it too.
He sat on the edge of the bed, drinking his juice as I drank mine. I put my hand on his thigh and slowly moved it up to his flaccid cock.
I took him in my hand and sad "That was really beautiful. It's your turn now."
He smiled and put his glass down, then put his hand on my rising cock and slowly stroked it back to full harness. He leaned over and kissed me again, and this time repeated the same trip down my body that I had done on him, finally taking my hard cock down his throat, while I stroked his erection, readying him to fuck me.
He sucked me for about 15 minutes, and he was an accomplished cock-sucker. He brought me close to climax three times, which was extraordinary since I had cum only a little while before. Gradually he moved around until he was kneeling between my legs. He raised my ass off the bed, spread my legs, and now it was my turn to enjoy a good rimming.
Dave was an expert with his tongue, and, donning a condom and using the KY, he brought a little finger action into play as well. He stretched me and readied me for his hard, thick cock.
Gently, he put my legs up on his shoulders, and I reached around to grab his cock and bring it to my hungry hole. Slowly, he pushed into me and the feeling was incredible. He was so hard, and his chest and abs glistened with a light coating of sweat. All his muscles seemed to be tensed, his pecs and abs standing out in smooth ridges, his biceps and shoulders bulging. He took my hands in his, lacing his fingers between mine and I supported the weight of his upper body with my arms. Leaning forward, his mouth met mine and his tongue entered one end of me while his cock was in the other.
Again, we were too desperate to make this last long. His initial slow stokes picked up speed. I moved my hips up to meet his, and grabbed his cock with my ass, trying to milk it. He picked up speed, his kisses grew hungrier, and both our moans grew louder and louder. Finally, I felt all his muscles tense up, his hands squeezed mine harder, and I started to feel his cock convulsing in my ass. My own cock responded, and without being touched, I shot my second load all over my stomach and chest.
After slowing down, I slipped my legs off his shoulders, and he lay in exhaustion on my chest, us both breathing heavily, my hands lightly running up and down his back, his cock slowly softening and slipping out of my ass.
Fifteen minutes later, nearly 5 am, we were still lying together caressing and enjoying the afterglow.
He said, "How about a shower before we do more?"
"More?" I said, grinning.
"Well, you got an appointment or something you gotta get to?" he asked with a chuckle.
"I've asked my secretary to cancel them for the day," I joked.
And so, off and on until the early afternoon, we made love and slept, each of us cumming two more times.
Dave and I were never boyfriends, but it was great to have such a hot "date" across the street, and we did get together for non-stop fucking at least a couple of times a month until he moved a year later. We have seen each other a couple of times since then, but each of us has gone on to other pursuits. We both enjoyed it while it lasted and I, at least, have very warm memories of him and our chance encounter when we were both sleepless.