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In the previous chapter, C'est La Vie! 19, I described how I was on a trip to San Francisco, staying at my favorite cruisy motel and picked up a trio of young guys at a bar for a 4-way, and invited one of them, Eric, to spend the night with me, and how, after a hot encounter, we decided to check out the cruising on the motel balconies.
C'est La Vie!: 1990, The Man on the Balcony
We stood there each holding the curtain aside as we looked out. After a minute or two, a man walked by and saw us, stopped and rubbed his crotch, but he was not my type at all. I dropped my curtain and Eric did the same.
"Not for me yet," I said.
"Me either," said Eric.
During the next 15 minutes or so, maybe ten guys came by, but still no one we wanted to invite in to join us. Then I caught sight of a man walking off the sidewalk into the parking lot. My room was near the center of the third floor balcony facing the lot, the middle bottom of a U, so to speak.
I nudged Eric with my elbow and said "Check this guy out," pointing to the man who had just turned to climb the stairs.
He was tall and slim, wore jeans and boots, and was wearing a jean jacket with the sleeves cut off, revealing nicely developed arms. Between his deltoids and biceps, metal rings gleamed on his upper arms in the nightlight. He slowly climbed the stairs, and from where we were standing, we could see his slim hips and tight thighs as he climbed. I held my breath as he came to the second floor, hoping that he would pass it up and come straight up to the third.
My prayers were answered and he climbed slowly on up to the third floor. When he turned the corner to walk down the side balcony to our left, we could catch a glimpse of his chest through the open front of his jacket as the dim light raked across it. We could also see a little of his face: a chiseled profile and a Van Dyke, neatly trimmed.
He slowly walked toward us along the side aisle, and I whispered to Eric, "I hope he doesn't find anyone before he gets here."
About the fourth room down the balcony, he paused at the window for fifteen seconds or so, and then we saw the door open, and he went inside, and the curtains were pulled closed.
"Fuck!" Eric said.
"Yeah, shit. Tough luck," I agreed. "Well, maybe there will be someone else."
We waited another minute or two and rejected yet another guy who walked by, when the door to the fourth room opened again, and out came our man.
"Shit, I hope he makes it here this time," Eric said, as we lost sight of him at the corner.
But we could hear slow steps coming our way as he approached our room, and my cock started rising under my towel in anticipation. A few seconds later he was standing in front of our window, and this time we kept the curtains held open.
He was slim, well-built with a defined hairy chest. He looked to be in his late 40s or early 50s, but in great shape. His hair and beard were salt-and-pepper, and the hair on his chest and abs had a lot of gray in it. His forearms were hairy, and his biceps bulged under the metal rings that were tight above them. He had tattoos on his forearms too, but the image was a little obscured by the hair there.
He looked like he sported a nice package in his 501s, which were held in place with a wide, studded belt. His jeans clung to nice meaty thighs. As he stood there, his hand closed around his crotch, and pushed the cloth of his jeans around the sides of his erection: not huge, but very respectable, lying sideways in the crook between his leg and his hip.
I was fully erect by now, and so was Eric.
"Let's show him the goods," Eric said, and pulled his towel off. I did likewise. The man smiled a big smile, and Eric stepped over to the door to let him in.
He walked into the room, and up to Eric, taking his big, erect penis in his hand and gently stroking it. I went to the door to put on the privacy latch, and then stood in front of him too, feeling his hand closing around my cock, warm and firm. I leaned forward to kiss him, enjoying the feel of his whiskers on my face as we tongued each other. Eric pushed his hands under the man's jacket and pushed it over his shoulders where it dropped on the floor.
This was a guy who took good care of himself. His body had some of the wrinkles and folds that come with age, but it was nice and firm and defined. His smell was clean and masculine. Eric knelt in front of him and started unbuckling his belt, so I moved around behind him and started kissing and nibbling his neck and shoulders, and my hands found his nipples and started to massage and lightly pinch them. He reached behind him and pulled my hips to his so that my hard cock was pressing against his jeans as he moaned softly.
Eric had his belt off, and his fly unbuttoned, and was pushing his jeans down around his thighs. I moved my hand down to feel his erect cock, probably about six inches, but nice and thick, through his jock strap. Eric turned his attention to helping him off with his boots, and he lifted first one leg and then the other, as Eric eased them off, and pulled his jeans off after them, taking his socks with them.
He now stood there with just his jock on. I pulled my body up to his, and nestled my cock between his buns, and he squeezed it appreciatively, whispering "Yeah, man, that feels real good."
Eric hooked his fingers in the waist of his jock, and pulled them over his erection, which stood up smartly at an acute angle against his belly. Eric leaned forward to kiss the tip, and then plunged his lips down to the base, deep-throating him and massaging the underside of his cock with his tongue. The man moaned loudly, and squeezed his buns around my cock more rhythmically and urgently.
For the next ten minutes or so, Eric gave him head, as I worked his nipples, kissed his neck and ears, and kissed his mouth as he turned to me. My cock felt great between his buns, and he was giving it a great massage. The hair between them gave a little more friction, and it felt wonderful.
I took a very brief break and stepped over to the side of the bed to get the lube, and then squirted a good dollop between his buns and moved my cock back there again, and started thrusting it up and down in his ass-crack. He was moaning loudly as Eric sucked him, and Eric was stroking his own meat, and moaning at the pleasure the sucking was giving him.
The man turned to kiss me, and then said softly, "Fuck me."
I didn't answer but stepped over to get a condom, ripped it open and then he spread his legs to give me access. He reached behind to grab my cock and guide me home. "Don't go slow," he gasped, so I gave a mighty shove and plunged in to my pubes as he nearly screamed with pleasure.
As I started to fuck him with long slow strokes, he started to mirror my rhythm and shoved his own cock in and out of Eric's eager mouth. My hands were working his nipples harder, and Eric's were moving up and down his thighs and pulling hard on his balls as his lips and tongue pleasured him.
A little later, Eric stood up and kissed him long and hard, then got a condom, unwrapped it and rolled it down on the man's cock. Eric lubed him up, and lubed his own ass, then turned around and backed his own hole skillfully onto our partner's erection until he was all the way inside.
Both the man and Eric moaned loudly, and Eric said urgently, "Fuck me hard man. Let me feel you pound my hole."
The man, already in a frenzied state from my fucking and Eric's blow job, responded with gusto, and started energetically pounding Eric's tight hole. It was hard for me to keep up, and as he fucked, I slipped out a couple of times and we had to pause briefly while I entered him again.
It didn't take long now. About a half-hour after he came into our lives, he started shooting his load into the condom in Eric's ass. A couple of minutes later, I came again, surprising myself that I could cum so hard after my previous activities that night.
Eric pulled off the man's softening cock, and turned to kiss him. "Suck me off," he pleaded, and we knelt in front of him, taking turns working on his thick eight-inch pole as he moaned louder and louder, and then started shooting on the face of the man, in his mouth and in my mouth.
When Eric was done, we stood in a tight group, kissing and running our hands over each other's bodies, as we slowly unwound.
The man smiled, and said "I was hoping that I could have a hot encounter after getting off work tonight, but this really was better than anything I thought I would find. You guys are amazing."
With that, he quickly dressed again, and let himself out the door. We went to the window and saw him slowly going down the right balcony, down to the second floor, and along the right aisle. A few doors down, a door opened, and a young black man beckoned him into his room.
I smiled at Eric and said, "Let's shower and get some sleep."
Eric smiled and said "Enough for one night?"
"Yeah, enough for the time being, but who knows how long I'll sleep before wanting more?"
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Eric replied, then kissed me deeply and turned to go into the bathroom, me following him.