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In the previous chapter, C'est La Vie! 29, I described how I was visiting another city frequently on business, and joined a private club known as Leather Daddies, where I meet a hot young man, had great sex with him in one of the private rooms and took him back to my hotel for the night.
C'est La Vie!: 1995, Gay Resort
In 1995 I was 37, and doing OK for myself professionally and in life in general. I had always been thin and wiry--strong, but not able to bulk up--but that was changing, and finally when I worked out at the gym I could see as well as feel the difference. I finally had a nice set of pecs, and my biceps weren't too shabby either. I looked younger than my age, with my smooth skin and boyish face. In short, I was able to turn a few heads at the beach or baths.
I had heard about this gay resort from a friend, and decided to try it out for a week in early March, feeling sick of the clammy Philly winter. My flight arrived in the evening. Tired from the travel, I had a quick dinner and went to bed.
The next morning, I was up for the poolside breakfast buffet, and found myself standing in line beside an attractive man about my age. As we jostled in the line, getting our fruit, scrambled eggs, rolls and such, I saw that most of the tables were occupied.
"Want to find a table together?" I asked as we collected our coffee and looked around.
"Sure," he replied and started off toward one that had just been vacated on the far side of the eating area. As we sat down we introduced ourselves to each other.
"John, from Philly," I said, holding out my hand.
"Tom, from Houston," he said as he shook it with a firm, strong shake.
As we ate, we talked about our lives, and checked each other out. He was a lawyer in Houston. He was handsome, with a masculine square jaw, dark curly hair, a fairly muscular body, and beautiful green eyes. He was wearing a tank top that showed off his broad shoulders, a nicely developed chest and strong arms. He was wearing board shorts that clung to a meaty set of thighs.
I saw his eyes scanning my lithe body hungrily. I had on a slightly tight T-shirt and a pair of shorts too. My white skin contrasted with his tan, which he said he had been working on for the past week.
As we finished breakfast, I said, "There are guys waiting for tables. Perhaps we should go."
He said, "I'd like to get to know you better. How about we go to my room?"
"You're on," I said. This was the invitation I wanted, what I had dreamed of when I made my resort reservations.
I followed him to the main building, watching his muscular, full ass as I walked behind him. When we got to his room, we entered, and he hung the DO NOT DISTURB sign on his door.
He turned to me, put his hands on my hips and whispered "You're so fuckin' hot!"
"So are you," I replied as he drew me into a deep kiss.
Feeling his hard body against mine, my cock sprang to attention in my shorts, and soon I felt his hard cock against it. I ran my hands up and down his back, then down to his ass, pulling him closer and feeling its firm muscularity. His kisses became more and more intense, his tongue probing my mouth, mine fighting with his. His hands roamed over my back, my arms, my thighs and then held my face as he kissed me again.
"Let's lose the shirts," he said, and we both stripped them off. I was pleased to see that he had a hairy chest, to match the hair on his arms and his freshly shaved heavy beard. His pecs and abs were well defined and plunged in an inverted triangle to a narrow waist.
Back together again, kissing more, I searched out his prominent nipples, first rubbing them softly and then twisting them lightly between my thumbs and forefingers. He moaned deeply, and I realized that I had hit one of his main buttons. I asked him to turn around, and got behind him as we faced the mirror over the dresser, pressing my hard cock into his ass as my hands ran up and down his chest and abs and worked his nipples some more. He took my hands in his and brought them up to kiss them and then to suck one of my fingers into his mouth. The feeling was electric, and I could only imagine what his warm mouth and willing tongue might do with my cock.
I nibbled on his neck, and kissed his ears, sticking my tongue in and swirling it around. He turned his head sideways so that we could kiss again, and then turned around to face me.
"Let's lose the shorts" he said, and we quickly unbuttoned, unzipped and pushed them to the floor, stepping out of them and facing each other in our underpants.
He was wearing a set of low-rise red briefs with white trim. His erect cock lay to one side. It was not really long--maybe six and a half inches--but it was really thick. I was wearing a pair of light blue brief briefs and my seven-incher was also pressed sideways in them.
He smiled and reached his hands out, turning them so his knuckles could slowly trace lines down over my pecs, the hills and valleys of my abs, and then softly outline my hard cock. I sighed happily, loving the soft touch.
I again found his nipples and squeezed them as we kissed and then slowly my hands descended his body until I let my fingers lightly trace around his hard cock. He sucked his breath in sharply as my fingers caressed the area just under his cock-head. I took him in my arms again and out bodies and cocks pressed together tightly as we kissed with more and more hunger.
"Sit on the bed," I said. "I want to pleasure you."
He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back on his elbows. I bent over to kiss him and then knelt on the floor between his legs, pushing them open. I lightly ran my hands up and down his calves and thighs, enjoying the feeling of his hair over solid muscle. I ran my hands up his inner thighs, almost touching his balls, then leaned in to kiss my way up first one thigh and then the other. While I was kissing him, I moved my hands up to his abs and let them slowly move up to his chest. Leaning on his elbows, his abs and chest were contracted and tense, and I explored the hills and valleys created by his pose.
I leaned in and kissed his balls through his briefs, and continued my kisses on up to his erect penis, softly touching him, teasing. He sighed as I slowly made my way up to the head of his cock. Then I turned and went the opposite direction, using my teeth lightly on his erection. Coming back up again, I increased the pressure, and let my saliva soak his briefs. He was moaning more loudly now.
I hooked my fingers under his waistband and gently pulled it over his cock, then pulled his balls over the elastic, which held them away from his body. I kissed his balls, took them in turn into my mouth and rolled them around. His cock was thick and not too long, but he had a nice large set of balls: too big for me to get into my mouth at once.
Turning from his balls, I pulled his briefs down his legs and off completely, then turned my tongue to his cock, slowly licking up the underside to the tip. I held his cock in my hand, enjoying how hard it was, kissing his piss-hole and then running my tongue around the head, flicking it quickly and softly against the spot just under the head, causing him to whimper softly.
My saliva was making him very wet as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and gently stroked the base with my hand. I pulled his cock farther forward to me and let my lips slip softly over the tip and down, millimeter by millimeter to the base, completely filling my mouth with his thickness. I used just the lightest pressure on him, trying to almost not touch him, just enveloping him in warm wetness.
Once at the base, I moved my tongue along the underside of his erection, softly at first and then more firmly, then added a little pressure with my lips as I gradually rose to the tip again. Up and down I went, varying the pressure, the speed, sometimes sucking, sometimes just holding him lightly in my mouth while I felt the throbbing of his heart beat coursing through his cock, and with my hands felt the tension in his body as his excitement built.
He gently stroked my head, or pulled my hands to his nipples which I gently and then more firmly pinched between my thumbs and forefingers. I looked up at him and his head was thrown back, his eyes closed as he savored the pleasure my mouth was giving him. He pulled me off his cock and bent over to kiss me, and then we were back at it again.
Several times when he pulled me off, he whispered, "Ya got me so close, John, I need a few seconds to back off." And then I would go back to working him again. I couldn't believe that his cock felt even harder and thicker after I had started, but it did, and continued to stay that way.
After pausing for the seventh or eighth time, I said, "I want you to cum in my mouth. If you do that, will you be good for a second time soon?"
"Oh yeah, baby," he whispered huskily, "I'm so turned on that I could cum and cum and cum."
So I went back to sucking him, giving it everything that I had to take him to a climax that he would remember. A couple of minutes later, I felt his cock get even harder,--unbelievably!--felt his balls pull up, and he started shooting a copious load into my mouth. I pulled back so that only his head was in so that I could taste his cum on my tongue. When he stopped pulsing, I pushed myself all the way down to his pubes, sucked and let my tongue wander around his thick hard penis until he begged me to stop because he was becoming too sensitive.
I got up from my kneeling position and kissed him long on the lips, and then said, "Let's lie down together for a while."
He moved so that he was lying on his back with his head on one of the pillows. I joined him, still in my briefs. I had been stroking myself some of the time while servicing him, but had not taken my underwear off. I lay with one leg over his, my head on his shoulder and my hand across his chest, my cock pushing up against his hip.
We kissed passionately for a while, while our hands explored each other. "That was the most fantastic oral I can remember," he said.
"Glad you liked it," I said. "I really enjoyed working your cock. It's incredibly beautiful. How would you like me to massage your back for a while?"
"Yeah, that would be fabulous," he replied and turned over on his stomach.
While he was doing that, I got out of my briefs, my still-hard cock throbbing, harder than it had been for a long time. I then sat up and straddled him so that my cock and balls were resting on his ass. I moved my hands to his upper back and started to massage it, moving over his strong shoulders, down the sides to the top of his ass, then up the middle of his back, feeling the strong muscles on either side of his spine, enjoying the sight of his tan skin, and white, un-tanned buns.
As I worked on his back, he moaned and sighed happily, and pushed his ass back at me. My cock started to rub between his buns as I leaned over him and bent forward to kiss his neck and ears.
"You have a fucking gorgeous body," I whispered softly, and I leaned forward to lie on top of him and feel his body in total contact with mine. My cock was pressed against his ass, and he pushed up so that my cock was caught between his buns, then squeezed them together.
"Hand me the lube," I said to him.
"You ready to fuck me?" he asked.
"Not yet," I said. "I wanna try something else first.
I sat up and squeezed the lube he gave me in my palm and lubed up my cock. Then I worked some down between his buns and lay back down on him, my cock wedged between them. I started moving in dry-fucking motion and he caught on and started to squeeze his buns together rhythmically to stimulate my penis. I had my hands around him on his chest, feeling his nipples and massaging them as our bodies moved together in waves.
It was not long, and I could feel my climax building. I paused for a little while to let it recede, while I kissed his neck and ears, and then resumed, this time working harder and faster toward my climax. When it was about to start I whispered, "Kiss me baby," and he turned his face sideways and we tongue-wrestled once again as I shot my load onto the small of his back and his ass, five, six, seven ropes of thick white semen.
When we were done, I lay for a while on his back, relishing the feel of my cum on my belly and his warm, muscular body under me. Finally I sat up and got a couple of tissues from the bedside table to clean up with. I lay down next to him, and he turned over so that we could kiss.
His cock was hard again, and I moved my hand down and gently stroked him as we lay kissing and caressing each other. As I stroked it, he became more and more excited, and his kisses more and more intense.
"Let me ride you," I said.
"You're sure? So soon after you came?" he said.
"I can't wait I said," and reached over to the bedside table where there were several condoms. I ripped one open with my teeth, and rolled it down on his cock. Then I lubed up his cock and my ass. He opened the bottle of poppers on the table and handed them to me. I took a deep whiff at each nostril as I positioned his cock at my hole and then settled back on it. There was a little pain from its girth but in a few seconds that was gone and it was pure pleasure as he filled me and the poppers washed over me.
Tom took the poppers bottle and put it to his nose, taking a big inhale in first one nostril then the other.
The poppers hitting us both, we started our dance of love, first slowly and then me riding hard, him pushing up from the bottom, our hands pressing on each other's chests, the whole thing taking not more than five minutes before he pulled me to him and our mouths locked together as we came, he in the condom in my ass and me on his belly, without anything touching my cock!
A minute later, I was lying on top of him, kissing and caressing, winding down.
"Fucking brilliant," I whispered to him.
"Yeah, fucking brilliant," he answered before we drifted off in sleep.
That was the start of a great vacation. We spent the rest of the morning together, making love, flip-flopping, enjoying each other's bodies.
We weren't exclusive with each other for the rest of the week, but we did get together a few more times. We exchanged numbers, and saw each other several times over the years since, until he got married (to a hot guy!). But it is a vacation I'll always remember.