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! 25, I described how my boyfriend, Alonso, and I had another amazing three-way with a heavily tattooed artist I met, and how Alonso finished his training and decided he had to move back to Ecuador, his home country and how we had to break up.
C'est La Vie!: 1993, A Birthday Present
My 35th birthday was coming up in a week and in the mail I got a card from a group of my friends. It said, "Even though you're a year older, you're not too old to have a good time. We have pooled our resources to get you a gift certificate with the local escort service for an overnight with one of their guys. Call `em up and tell them you're cashing in the certificate for John. Happy Birthday! P.S., don't forget to tell us about your night together!" They included the phone number for the service.
I always thought these guys were nice. I just didn't guess HOW nice!
At thirty-five I still looked years younger--I had been carded at a bar a couple of times when I was thirty-three--and I kept in good shape at the gym. My physique was strong, lanky and wiry and I was just beginning to be able to put on some muscle that showed. I remembered having sex with a pro a few years back, and the memories were good. Philly had a gay escort service that advertised in the local Gay News, and some of the guys looked really hot. The idea of picking up the phone and an hour later having a session with a hot 21-year-old was very appealing, so on a whim I had tried it out a few times since Alonso had left.
On the few occasions I had called the service for an appointment, and I was always pleased. On one occasion, I spent an hour with a guy who later appeared in some very hot porn videos. The guys were always hot, polite, affectionate, and made me feel special. So I knew that I would have a great time.
I decided to make a date with one of the escorts for the following Thursday, on my birthday. I checked out the service's offerings and narrowed my choices down to three guys that I thought were my type: slim, muscular, defined, smooth, affectionate and not too young. On Wednesday, I called the service and let them know I wanted to cash my gift for the next night. They were very friendly, and remembered me from before, even though it had been months. They asked what kind of guy I was looking for, and I told them.
The guy at the service said "We have a new guy who is not in our ads yet. I think he will be perfect for you. He's just here for a month between finishing a graduate degree and starting a job in Europe, and he wanted to pick up a little extra cash and have some fun too. His name is Dave. He's 25, 6' tall, 175, muscular but not bulky, very well defined and smooth. He has an olive complexion and dark features, but his hair is bleached blond. He has killer good looks--he could be a model if he wanted to be--and he is really intelligent and affectionate."
I said, "Wow, he really sounds like he's just what I'm looking for!"
"Yeah, I think you will really like him. You'll be his first appointment. He is just starting tomorrow."
"Great!"
"Oh, and you won't believe your eyes when you see him. He is really hung. He should be there at nine, and will be all yours until about ten the next morning. Have a good time!" He asked for my address and we said good bye.
Thursday was not a very productive day in the studio as I kept thinking about what was in store for the evening. When dinnertime came, I could scarcely eat, I was so nervous with excitement. I set up the bedroom with some candles, got out my condoms, lube and poppers, made sure the bathroom was clean and the house was looking good. At eight, the service called to confirm the appointment I opened a bottle of wine and around 8:30, sat down to wait. I tried reading but was too excited to concentrate
A nine sharp the doorbell rang. I almost jumped out of my skin, but I gathered my thoughts and went to the door.
When I opened it, I was almost speechless. Standing in front of me was one of the best looking men I had ever seen. He really exceeded the description the service had given me. He was tanned, his eyes were dark, almost black, and he had beautiful long black eyelashes and wonderful black eyebrows. His short hair was indeed blond, almost platinum.
He flashed a big smile, showing off beautiful white teeth, and held out his hand. "Hi. I'm Dave," he said.
I took his hand and felt his firm grip, and finally gathered enough wits to say "I'm John. C'mon in."
As I led him into the living area o my loft, I got a much better view. He was wearing a plaid shirt with the sleeves cut off, a pair of 501 Levis and sneakers. His shirt was unbuttoned about 1/2 way down, and I could catch glimpses of his smooth chest. His arms were not bulky, but his biceps and triceps were well developed and beautifully defined. It was almost as if he had walked out of a gay man's dream, or at least one of my dreams.
I asked him to sit down and offered him a glass of wine, which he accepted and sipped. I sat on the sofa next to him and for the next fifteen minutes or so we talked: about his graduate work, his up-coming job, living in Europe, food, wine, art and lots of other good things. He was totally relaxed, composed and made me feel much less nervous, though no less excited to be with him.
Then I said, "The service told me that I am your first appointment. I feel really lucky because you're really hot."
He blushed, and said "Thanks. They told me that the appointment was a birthday gift from your friends and I want to help you make your birthday special. You tell me what you like to do, OK?"
I said, "Well, basically I just love to make love. I like kissing, caressing, feeling another guy's body next to mine, sucking and being sucked, fucking, and being fucked. I like it slow. I like it fast. I like it easy and I like it rough from time to time."
My cock was rock hard by now, and looking down in his lap, I saw that there was quite a bulge between his legs too.
He said "How many times have you cum in one night?"
I said, "Six, but that was years ago when I was, maybe, 23 or 24."
He said "Let's see if we can set the clock back a bit tonight and tie the record," and with that he leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips.
He put his hand on my thigh as his tongue moved into my mouth. Our kiss quickly became more passionate and deeper. As I thrust my tongue into his mouth, I slipped my hand inside his open shirt and felt the silky skin stretched over his firm pecs. I sought out one of his nipples, and found it erect and ready for my fingers. I started working it between my thumb and index finger, and he moaned softly and started moving his hand up my thigh until it rested against my balls. My hand left his nipple, and moved around his side to feel the edge of his lats and his tight muscular back, hard and defined.
Our kisses became more passionate, and I unbuttoned the rest of his shirt buttons and moved my hand down over his beautiful abs, smooth, tan and hairless. When it reached his waist, I undid the button in his waistband, and then pulled the fly away, letting the other buttons pop out of their holes.
Again he moaned softly, and moved his hand up over my cock, feeling it through the fabric of my own jeans. It felt so good to have him touching it through the fabric, and I whispered "Oh yes, that feels so good."
I pulled on the sides of his jeans, and knowing what I wanted, he raised his hips so that I could pull them down to his thighs. We broke off kissing, and I looked down at a gorgeous sight, his swollen cock pressed against the tight red fabric of his briefs, lying to one side, and straining to be released. It looked like it was at least eight and a half inches long and nearly as thick as a beer can, and I could see a slight upward curve. At the top of his thighs I could see silky dark hair on his legs. I let my hand move down and caress one of his muscular thighs and it felt silky, hard and warm.
I couldn't wait to see this fabulous prize. I knelt in front of him, leaned over and started mouthing him through the fabric of his briefs. That drove him wild, and he bucked his hips up to meet my mouth as I worked him over. I wanted more, so I hooked my fingers in his waistband, and again he lifted his hips so I could slide his briefs down to his thighs.
The sight that greeted me will be in my memory forever. He had the most perfect cock I have ever seen: cut, long, thick, perfectly symmetrical, veined just right, a perfect head that was just the right proportion for the shaft, a thick but not widely spread bush of silky black pubic hair, and a pair of smooth hairless balls--whether natural or shaved I don't know--but they were big and perfectly proportioned for his cock.
I reached out my hands and let my fingers trace lightly from the head down to his balls. I held his balls in my right hand, feeling their weight, while my left hand closed around the shaft as far as it could. I gently started stroking him while I leaned over and licked and then sucked his balls.
He moaned and whispered "Oh, yeah" and I kept that up for a few minutes before slowly ascending his shaft with my mouth until I was at the tip.
I licked all around the ridge of his cock head, and used my tongue to work the sensitive spot just below the head on the underside. I probed the slit at the tip with my tongue, and then slowly, softly, moved my lips down over the head and as far down the shaft as I could go without gagging. I got maybe half of it in my mouth. He gasped in pleasure and as I started moving my head up and down on him, he started a slow thrusting motion with his hips, moving to meet my mouth. I looked up at him and his eyes were closed, his head was thrown back and he had the look of the most intense pleasure on his face.
With my free hand, I undid my waistband, unzipped and pulled my hard cock out, and started stroking in time to his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Every so often I let my hands wander up over his abs to his nipples and back down again. Feeling his abs working as he worked his hips was incredibly sexy.
After about fifteen minutes, I was getting too excited. I didn't want to come yet, and certainly not from my own hand-job!
He pulled my mouth off his cock and said "Man, you're getting me so close. Let's hold off for a little."
I said, "OK, but this is one of the hottest times I have had in quite a while."
He said "Me too. Let's go to the bedroom and get naked."
"You're a mind-reader." I said.
We stood up and pulled up our pants, but did not button them again. I took him in my arms and we kissed passionately for a minute or two, and then I led the way to the bedroom area, beyond the sliding panels that I had mostly closed, where the candles were burning, and I had put some soft music on and had a hot DVD in the player, in case we wanted it, though right now, I felt like I was IN a porn movie myself with Dave, the porn star.
In the bedroom, we both quickly undressed. His naked body was just beautiful. Perfectly proportioned, like a sculptor might create of the ideal man. Our bodies moved together, we took each other's cocks in our hands and slowly stroked as our mouths met again.
He pushed me backward so that I fell on the bed with my legs over the side, and he slowly kissed his way down me, my chin and neck, my shoulders, my chest and nipples, and then he let his tongue trail down over my stomach, to my hips, then my thighs, and finally up to my balls. He kissed them and rolled them on his tongue, while his fingers lightly traced over my erection, so lightly, I could barely feel them. It felt more like the light touch of a feather, teasing me.
He slowly moved his mouth up my cock and over the head, slowly taking me all the way down until I felt his chin against my balls. He did incredible things with his lips and tongue. Sometimes it felt like I had multiple mouths going on me at once. His hands roamed over my chest and caressed my nipples, and I slowly started fucking his mouth, moving into him with my hips.
After ten minutes or so, he had me very close to cumming, and I pulled him off, wanting it to last more. I turned to lie with my head on the pillow, and he lowered his body on top of mine, our cocks pressing together, our mouths and tongues intertwined and our hands exploring each other's bodies. His hard muscles and smooth skin were such a turn on to me, and my hands wandered down to his nice round, firm buns. As I caressed them, he became even more animated and I let my hand slide slowly down his ass-crack until I could feel the little puckered hole there. I gently started swirling my middle finger around it and his moans became even louder, his hips bucking with unrestrained passion.
"Oh, John, that feels so good. I want you inside of me," and with that, he moved aside to lie on his stomach next to me, and propped himself up on his elbows.
I ripped open a condom and rolled it down over my throbbing cock, then lubed myself up, and with my lubed fingers, started playing with his ass. He spread his legs, raised his ass in the air a little, and pushed back as I put in first one finger, swirling it around, feeling his inside, then two and then three, stretching him as he relaxed.
He was moaning very loudly and begging me to put my cock into him. I knelt between his legs, positioned my cockhead at his throbbing hole and leaned forward, pushing into him slowly as my hands moved up his back, over his shoulders and around to his nipples, holding them firmly but gently. I moved my head next to his, and he turned to kiss me.
My body began the dance of love with him, moving up and down, in and out of his ass, as he rose to meet me, grabbed my hard cock with his strong sphincter and made me feel things I had never felt before. We kept on like that for some minutes, stopping every once in a while to keep from cumming and to catch our breaths.
After about the fifth pause, he said, "Let me turn over so I can see you while you're fucking me."
I withdrew briefly, he skillfully flipped over and I plunged back in, with his legs up over my shoulders. His huge cock was throbbing, and as I plunged into him, and took him in my hand and started stroking. He reached over to the night table and opened the bottle of poppers, and held it to his nose, then to mine. I inhaled deeply, he put them back on the table and rose up to meet my lips with his.
It all happened at once: the poppers hit me in a wave of warmth, my balls pulled up against my body and I couldn't hold back any more, and he gasped, "Oh, John, I'm gonna shoot" and with that his cock exploded squirt after squirt of beautiful white cum on his tanned skin.
One shot hit him in the chin, just below his lips, two landed on his chest, and the rest on his belly. My own explosion filled the condom, and I could feel it seeping down the sides along my penis.
"Ohmigod," I gasped, "That was incredible," because it was and there wasn't anything more inspired I could think of to say.
He said "It was incredible for me too. I think I'm going to enjoy this night as much as I hope you are."