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In the previous chapter, C'est La Vie! 24, I described how my live-in boyfriend, Alonso, and I decided to start having sex with other guys, and how he met a stunning young black man in his gym who joined us for a three-way.
C'est La Vie!: 1992, Adam
The session with Michael opened a new door to Alonso's and my life. We were still deeply in love, but we had found a new source of pleasure, and occasionally explored experiences with other men. Some were mind-blowing like Michael. Others were kind of disappointing. But one that stands out is a fellow artist I met who was like the illustrated man: lots of tattoos and lots of piercings. While that is not often a turn-on for me, this guy turned out to be really hot for both of us.
About a year after Alonso and I met, I was involved in a group exhibition, and when I took my work to the gallery, I spied one of the other artists, who was a slim, blond man in his late twenties, a few years younger than us. He was really hot, and that surprised me, because he had multiple piercings in his ears, a pierced eyebrow, his tank top showed off pierced nipples, and I could only imagine that the show must continue southward. The craze for tattoos and piercings that would be so popular more than ten years later, was just starting. I was not usually into piercings and tattoos, but he really turned me on.
My gaydar said to me, "This guy wants to be fucked bad!" So I started talking to him, first about art, then people we knew, and life style. We didn't mention sex, but by the time we were done talking, we both knew what was up. I told him that I had a lover at home who would really like to meet him, and he quickly got the idea.
While we were talking, I noticed that his tongue was pierced, and he had a little round stud in it. I had once talked to a friend who had been given a blow job by a guy with a stud in his tongue, and said it was incredible, so my mind started racing and wondering if that was true. I certainly wanted to try it out!
This hot guy's name was Adam, I learned, and I said "When we're done organizing the show, how would you like to come over for a drink and to meet my friend?"
Adam got a sly look on his face and said "Yeah, I think that would be fun!"
I got Alonso on the phone and told him what had happened. He said he was a little delayed at the hospital--where he was a medical resident--but would be heading home in about fifteen minutes.
"Don't wait for me," he said, "just let things happen and I can join you when I get home." Man, my man is so cool!
Adam didn't have a car, but I told him I could get him home later, though I didn't think that would be an issue. Somehow I knew he would spend the night!
On the drive home, he kept adjusting his cock in his cargo shorts. Adam was a hot number, I must say. He had on a muscle shirt, but he was very slim and lean, with a wiry build. Besides the piercings, he had tattoos around his biceps, and tattoos on his shoulders. I doubted that those were the only ones, and couldn't wait to get his clothes off to see if there were others. What with looking at his lean, sexy body, and watching him adjusting his cock, I already had a raging hard-on while we were driving home.
He said something to me in the car, and I pretended not to hear. So he moved closer and put his hand on my thigh as I was driving. Thank God there were few cars around, because it sent an electric shiver of anticipation through me.
He said "Do you guys like to fuck?"
I said "Did I hear you right? The answer is yessssss!"
He chuckled and moved his hand up to my erection in my pants.
I pushed it away, though it really felt good, saying "Hmmmm, if you do that, I'm not sure that we'll make it home in one piece!"
When we got home, I unlocked the door, and as soon as we were inside, we were in each other's arms, kissing and grinding our cocks together. His tongue, stud and all, probed my mouth, and as I felt the hardness of the stud in my mouth, I kept getting hotter and hotter, anticipating what was to come.
After kissing for a few minutes, I said, "Let's go into the bedroom and get down to some real fun!", and he smiled that sly smile again and followed me in.
In the bedroom, I pulled his tank-top out of his cargo shorts, and he kicked off the flip-flops he was wearing. He pulled my tee shirt over my head, and again, our bodies moved together and our kisses were hungrier than ever. With his arms around me, running them up and down my back and cupping my buns to pull me tight against him, I let my hands find the rings in his nipples and started pulling them gently.
"Ohmigod!", he moaned, "do that harder. It feels so hot!"
As I worked his nipples harder, his moans got louder, and his hands fumbled open the waist of my jeans, and unzipped me. With our lips locked together, I kicked off my shoes and struggled out of my jeans, standing there in my briefs. He started massaging my cock through the fabric, and now it was my turn for a few moans.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled him to me. I undid the waist button of his cargo shorts, and they dropped to the floor. He was wearing boxers low on his hips, and, sure enough, there was an elaborate tattoo that started at his navel and spread out as it disappeared beneath the waistband of his boxers. His cock tented the fabric out. He was not that long, and I could clearly see the imprint of a ring at the tip of his cock where it was pierced.
I put my hand through his fly, and started feeling up and down his hard cock, and while it was just average length--maybe about six inches--it was very thick. Moving my hand down the shaft, I felt another piercing near the base just in front of his balls. I moved my hand down to cup his balls, and they were a real handful. He was moaning loudly, and I moved my hand back up to smear his pre-cum over the head and its ring with my thumb.
"Oh yeah, fuck," he moaned, and I pulled his boxers down so that he was completely naked.
His tattoo there was incredible, all the more so because he was totally shaved, In several colors, it swirled down, around his balls, and spiraled up is hard cock. Both he and the tattoo were real works of art.
"Wow!" was all I could say.
He beamed. "Thanks, I designed it myself. Want to see the other one?"
Well how could I refuse?
He turned around and there was another fabulous tattoo swirling down from just above his waistline in the back, spreading out over his ass and swirling into the crack. On one cheek, in ornate type was tattooed the word FUCK' and on the other ME.'
I certainly was looking forward to following those orders and I gasped "Beautiful!"
He said, "I knew you'd like it!"
I pulled him to me and started kissing him all over his back and buns. As I did, I gradually spread his cheeks, and looked at the tattoo swirling in toward his puckered ass hole. But the real treat was around his ass: a beautifully tattooed pair of puckered lips with his rose-bud in the center. What could I do but lean forward and kiss those lips?
For the next few minutes, I rimmed him, tongued his hot hole, and reached between his legs to work is hard cock. He was pulling on the rings in his nipples, gasping, moaning as he pushed his ass in my face.
After a little, he turned around and said, "Your turn now."
I was still sitting on the bed, my cock aching to escape my briefs. He knelt in front of me, hooked his fingers in my waistband, and pulled them off over my hard cock.
"Beautiful!" he whispered, and leaned forward to lick my balls and up my hard shaft with his studded tongue. It felt incredible. I had never experienced that sensation before. Pretty soon I felt his warm lips encircle the head of my cock, and as it plunged into his throat, his tongue with the stud swirled around the underside. I had to use all the power of my concentration to keep from cumming.
For the next 10 minutes or so, he sucked me, and I would make him stop so that I wouldn't cum, and when I did, I would work his nipples hard until he was screaming with pleasure. After about five times doing that, I pulled him up so that he was sprawled on top of me, and our lips met.
"Adam, I can't stand it anymore. Will you ride me?"
"Never thought you'd ask!" he grinned.
I got comfortable on the bed, and pulled a condom, some lube and poppers out of the bedside table drawer, and got myself ready while he stood by the side of the bed, smiling and slowly stroking himself.
When I had the condom on and lubed up, I said "Come here cowboy" and he got ready to climb into the saddle. I worked some lube on his ass as we kissed once more, and then he sat back and slowly took me all the way in with a big sigh and incredible look of happiness on his face. Just then, I heard the front door open, and heard Alonso come in.
Adam was sliding up and down my pole, when Alonso came in the room, smiling, and saying "Wow, that's hot!"
He undressed in a few seconds, throwing his clothes in the corner, and stood there with his magnificent cock erect and throbbing. Adam smiled even more, and Alonso walked over to the side of the bed, where Adam took his cock in his hand and started stroking in time to his up-and-down movements on my penis.
I was gasping, nearing my climax, and Adam stopped briefly to lean over and suck on Alonso a bit, then started up again, twisting his hips as he rode me. Alonso started working on Adam's nipples with his hands and Adam continued stroking Alonso's beautiful cock. I was pushing ever more urgently to meet Adam's thrusts.
I couldn't hold back any more, and started shooting what seemed like buckets into the condom, and screaming "Ohmigod, ohmigod, oh yeah, yeah, yeahÉ"
Before long I was done, Adam gave one more little twist of his hips, and climbed off, to bury Alonso's hot cock in his mouth. Alonso went crazy. He loves being sucked, but with the stud in Adam's tongue, he was especially excited. I stood up and came around behind him, kissing him on the neck, and playing with his nipples, while his hips fucked Adam's hot mouth.
"Hot little fucker, isn't he?" I asked.
Alonso said "He sure is. I feel almost ready to cum already!"
Alonso couldn't stand it much longer. He pulled Adam off his cock, pushed him back on the bed and climbed on top of him, forcing his legs apart with his own. They rolled around kissing passionately, and Adam wrapped his legs around Alonso's waist as they kissed and Alonso's cock pushed at his ass. Finally Alonso flipped Adam back on his back, spread his legs, leaned over and put on his own condom and lubed up. Adam obliged by moving his legs up to Alonso's shoulders, and guided Alonso into his ass with his hand.
"Oh, baby, that feels good" gasped Alonso and started pounding Adam's tight ass.
Alonso is tight and muscular and it is always a turn-on to watch as he is fucking someone, or even fucking me (in a mirror) and watch all the muscles tighten and relax, his abs working, his biceps and triceps tight and then relaxed, the ripple of the muscles in his back, and the sweat beading up on him as he works.
Adam was really into it, working the power-bottom role, pushing back as Alonso pounded him. My cock was hard again and I was furiously stroking it, working up another climax as I watched them.
Alonso picked up speed and took Adam's thick cock in his hand and started to stroke it as he built to his climax, and in a few seconds they both went over the hill. Alonso pulled out, whipped off the condom and shot all over Adam's chest and belly as Adam did the same. A short time later, I stepped up to them and shot my second load onto his chest too. We all collapsed into a tangle of arms and legs on the bed and lay there for a half-hour, kissing and fondling each other while we got our energy back.
"Man" I said, "that was really hot. Can you stay tonight? I think Alonso and I could enjoy a couple more rounds!"
Adam beamed and said "Me too!"
It was a really memorable night, and we saw Adam many times over the next months.
Alonso and I had been together more than a year , and were still as deeply in love as ever. I hoped, and I think he did to, that it would go on forever, and we could grow old enjoying each other maybe even getting married if that ever came to be legal.
On day, he got a letter from Ecuador. He family had emigrated from there when he was little, to seek more opportunities for him, and he had not disappointed them. He was very close to his parents, and they accepted me into their family. The letter asked him to come when he was done with his residency in a couple of months and set up a clinic in his native village. The villagers had never had medical care and the nearest doctor was almost 75 miles away.
Alonso agonized for days.
Finally, he said, "I have to do this John. These people are my family, and I have to give back to them, and help them to achieve the same advantages I have had. I wouldn't be who I am today, if they had not helped my parents bring me to the US."
I, too, agonized. My family was here, all my friends were here, and my career as an artist was here. I didn't see how I could keep those parts of my life in balance from a remote village in Ecuador.
We decided, very unhappily, and with lots of tears, to part, and to get together again whenever we could.
Alonso left a few weeks later, and we were both incredibly sad to lose each other, but I think we also both understood that there are things in life that surpass personal needs.
We kept in touch for about a year. I visited him the following winter, and it was fun to see him in his native element, and go with him to Quito for a few days, where we renewed our love in a hotel, while he attended to purchasing things needed for the clinic.
Both our careers were going well, and his was particularly fulfilling, because he could see first-hand how much good he was doing there. But staying in touch was too painful.
After a while, I started looking for someone else, and started a relationship I hoped would be as good, if different than I had with Alonso. And I hoped he would too. I never knew if he did, though. Sometimes, I fantasize about seeing him again, together with a partner, and as happy as we were.