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! 27, I described how I decided to treat myself to a hot escort to celebrate my 35th birthday and how our night together turned out.
C'est La Vie!: 1994, Beach Hookup
Mid-June, 1994; I had turned 36 in April, and was finally losing the fresh boyish look that I had had until then. I still looked young for my age, but my features were becoming more chiseled and I found it was beginning to be easier to put on some good-looking muscles in the gym when I wanted. I was in good shape, slim and tight, but not too muscular. I was working out, but was satisfied with what I had. In any event, I never had any problem attracting good-looking guys when I wanted to, which was often.
One Sunday in the middle of June, I decided to go down to Rehoboth Beach for the day. I left early enough so that I could be on the beach by about 9:30, before the sun got too strong. I like the beach in June when it is warm, but not too hot, and the crowds of July and August are not there yet.
I alternated short swims with reading a book, and around 11:30, I dozed off in the sun, lying on my stomach. I awoke around noon, and noticed that there was a new beach towel about twenty feet away from me. No occupant though. I thought it a bit strange since the beach was not crowded at all and the owner could have had almost anywhere to set up away from people.
A couple of minutes later, I saw who I guessed belonged to the towel coming out of the water. It was a young man, perhaps mid-20s, slim, tight and tanned, walking up toward me and the towel. He was wearing surfer trunks, laced up the front at the waist, and they rode low on his hips. His wet trunks clung to his body and outlined his cock. He was incredibly sexy. He smiled as he approached, then picked up his towel and shook out the sand before drying off.
He faced me as he dried off. I got the impression that he was showing off just a bit. When he did his back, he turned around so that I could see him from that angle, and he showed off his broad shoulders, narrow waist and slim, tight ass and hips. He turned around again, slung the towel over his neck, slipped on his flip-flops and walked away toward the boardwalk, perhaps a hundred yards distant. About half way, he turned and smiled at me. Was that an invitation? I decided to put my stuff in my beach bag just in case.
When he got to the steps to the boardwalk, he turned again, and nodded for me to follow. I hastily packed up my stuff, slipped on my flip-flops and followed, quick enough to catch up, but not so quick to seem over-anxious. I caught up with him on the other side of the boardwalk at the end of a street.
He held out his hand: "Ian," he said. We shook.
"John," I answered.
"Where are you staying, John?"
"Just down for the day, driving home later," I said.
"I'm sharing a house with three buddies, a couple of blocks from here. We just got down yesterday afternoon. Want to come over?"
"Sure," I answered.
We walked on in silence, and two blocks later, he turned up a walk next to a small two-story house. We walked around back, where there was a stockade-fence cubicle about four feet square.
"Let's shower off the sand and salt before going in," Ian said and he stepped into the cool water, leaving his towel on a hook outside. He motioned me to follow and I went in with him, pulling the gate shut.
He put his hands on my hips and looked into my eyes and smiled. Then he put his hands up on my chest, and let them play over my pecs, and down my abs.
"So, what do you like to do, John?" he asked.
"I'm completely versatile," I said. "I like to give and receive. Most of all, I like to take it slow and enjoy a hot man like you next to me."
My cock was now almost fully erect in my swimsuit, and I looked down to see his erection pointing off to the side in his.
"Let's go in," he said. We got out of the shower and toweled off, then hung our towels up on the line, and went in the door leading to the kitchen. Sitting at a large kitchen table were four young men, all shirtless.
"Hey, guys," Ian said, "This is John. John, this is Josh and Aaron"--indicating two jock/boy-next-door types, regular, good-looking 20-somethings--"and this is Paul"--indicating a tall, skinny skater type with pierced nipples, multiple piercings in his ears, and when he talked, showing a stud in his tongue. Piercings are common now, but back then they were still pretty radical.
Paul said "And this is Leon," indicating an incredibly hot black man in his early 20s, muscular, defined and very masculine, with corn-rows and diamond ear-studs.
"'Sup, man," Leon said, holding out his hand to shake, and putting his other hand on Paul's leg.
Josh and Aaron got up, and Josh said, "There are some extra sandwiches for you. Aaron and I are going to finish our video."
They went into the living room, and Paul and Leon got up, Paul taking Leon's hand and leading him to the stairs. Leon was wearing too-big jeans, showing a big bulge in his crotch, and showing a beautiful, muscular ass as he moved away from us.
Ian and I sat down and each ate a sandwich and had shared a bottle of beer. When we were done, we put the dishes in the sink and Ian said, "I'll do these later. Let's go to my room."
From the living room, we heard the noises of sex, and as we passed it, we saw Josh and Aaron slouched back in the sofa, their shorts down to their knees, stroking their cocks to a porn video.
"Josh brought his porn collection down and those two have just been watching and having sex together or jerking off ever since we got down yesterday. I don't think they have been to the beach yet," said Ian, chuckling.
At the top of the stairs, we headed down the hall, toward Ian's room at the end. We heard moans coming from the room next door, and apparently, Paul and Leon were already at it. The door was ajar a little. Ian put his finger to his lips, smiled and gently pushed the door open so we could see. Leon was propped up on some pillows, and Paul was kneeling between his legs on the bed, trying to deep-throat his cock. I say "trying", because Leon must have been at least nine inches long and six inches around: a monster. But Paul was doing a good job, and Leon was certainly enjoying it, given the sounds he was making.
We stood and watched a little while, and while we did, I put my arms around Ian from behind, and rubbed his hard cock through his swim-trunks, nuzzling his neck. He responded by pushing his ass back against my hard cock, and pinching his own nipples. I could have enjoyed having sex with him in the hall right there while we were watching the hot scene with Paul and Leon, but Ian pulled the door shut and led me to his bedroom, closing and silently latching the door.
Ian stood facing me and unlaced the string at his waist, saying "C'mon, let's get naked John."
He dropped his swim suit and stood there, his erection pointing up at an acute angle along his belly, average length and thickness, but very hard and ready to play. I pulled the string on my trunks loose and pushed them to the floor.
"Oh, man, you're hot," Ian whispered hoarsely, and moved forward to put his arms around me and pull me to his hard, slim body. Our cocks ground together, and our mouths groped for each other with hungry hot kisses. I let my hands play over his smooth back and ass, moving it down between his cheeks to gently touch his hole, and then back up to his shoulders, and around in front to find his nipples, to rub, then work between my thumb and forefinger.
Ian broke away from our embrace, and lay on the bed, opening his arms to welcome me. I lay down next to him, resuming our kisses, and gently fondling his cock as his hand groped for mine and gently stroked me. He slowly kissed his way down my body to my hard cock, then knelt between my legs and kissed the tip, kissed my balls, tongued his way up the underside and swirled his tongue around the head, then slowly let it slip into his throat, exerting just the slightest teasing pressure.
His head slowly moved up and down, his lips varied their pressure, his tongue rolled under my cock, and I felt like I was in complete heaven, wishing that the wonderful sensations would never stop. However, he soon had me panting and pushed me close to cumming, so I pulled his head off me, and he moved back up to embrace and kiss me again.
From the room next door, we heard Paul exclaim "You're not really gonna put that in me are you, Leon?"
"I know you want this big cock in your boy-pussy, you wanna be fucked bad by this muthafucka," we heard Leon say. "Get ready boy."
"Just go real slow and easy," Paul said, "please, Leon."
"You don't know how good this gonna feel, bitch," Leon said, and then he must have started shoving it in, because we heard a loud moan from Paul.
Ian said, "It sounds like they're getting down to business there. But Paul was faking it. He's a total bottom, and loves getting fucked by everything and everybody. I've seen him take dildos up his ass bigger than any real cock. Last night he brought this hot boy home from the bars, and the kid must have fucked him non-stop until three in the morning. It was impossible to get any sleep. I had to give myself some relief. He musta been up early, crusin' somewhere. I have no idea where he found Leon."
"Aw, you're just jealous," I joked.
"C'mere," he said, and we resumed our making out and sucking. We were taking our time, and neither of us was rushing into fucking each other yet. We were just enjoying the delights of each other's bodies, and of edging each other, then starting again.
A few minutes later we heard the rhythmic slapping from next door stop, and Paul said, "Oh, Leon, please put it back in, c'mon, baby, fuck me some more."
Leon replied "I thought you said you couldn't take it, bitch, cuz I'm so big."
"No, man, bigger is better," Paul pleaded.
"All right, bitch," Leon said, "Turn over so I can see your face while I fuck you."
We heard a little scramble of bodies and then a big loud moan as Leon entered Paul again. Ian got up, grabbed some condoms and lube from the bedside table and said, "I have an idea. Follow me."
We went back out in the hall, and gently pushed the door to Paul's room open again. Leon was topping Paul, whose legs were spread wide as Leon pounded him, supporting himself on his arms. Leon's muscular back was streaked with sweat, and his thick arms were flexed as he screwed his cock into Paul's willing ass. Paul was responding by pushing his ass up to meet Leon's thrusts.
In the hall, Ian rolled a condom down on my cock, and lubed me up, then lubed his own ass, and spread his legs, bracing himself against the doorframe. I moved up behind him and he guided my cock to his ass, and I slowly pushed in. He couldn't help it, and he moaned louder than he wanted to. Paul, lying on the bed, could see us, though Leon couldn't. Paul turned his head to the door, saw us and gave a big smile.
My own cock felt incredibly alive in Ian's ass, and Ian slowly stroked himself as I matched my own slow rhythm to that of Leon. My hands once again found his nipples and started pleasuring them. He laid his head back on my shoulder so that our mouths could meet and kiss again.
Now, on the bed, Leon was pulling Paul's ass up and pushing his legs back over his head, so that he could stand on the bed and drill straight down into Paul's ass. Paul moaned in pleasure, and Leon moved at a slight diagonal to get a different sensation in his cock. But in doing so, we got a really good view of his incredible tool as it possessed the thin young man under him. He was still not aware of our presence, but Paul smiled at us from time to time and it was clearly turning him on that we were watching.
I matched my rhythm to Leon's and Ian swiveled his hips and pushed back at me as I thrust into him. Leon was speeding toward his conclusion, and we joined the race willingly. A few more hard thrusts, and he buried his cock to the hilt in Paul's ass as the rest of his body spasmed and he filled the condom with cum.
A couple of strokes after he started, so did I, and Ian clamped his sphincter hard around my cock as I shot into the condom in his ass. I couldn't help moaning really loud as I came, and this time Leon turned to see us, at first surprised, and then smiling a broad white-toothed smile.
A minute passed, and Leon withdrew his softening cock. I pulled out too. Ian pulled the door closed again, and we went back to his room.
Back on the bed, we made out some more and I said, "Now it's your turn."
He smiled as I went down on him, got him even hotter than before, rolled a condom down on him, then lay on my back and pulled him into me. He was a really good love-maker, playing me expertly with his hard cock, kissing and bringing me back to a full erection. A few minutes later, he tensed up, and not speeding up, but making it more and more intense, he finally shot his load inside me, then collapsed in my arms.
We spent the afternoon together, enjoying the delights of love with each other until dinner time. I'd swear, during that time, Leon must have fucked Paul six times. It was just like Ian said.
We went out for dinner, and then it was time for me to get back to town, so we kissed good-by, promising to get together again sometime.