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In the previous chapter, C'est La Vie! 30, I described how I went to a gay resort for a week and immediately met a hot guy, who I had sex with several times over the following days.
C'est La Vie!: 1996, Early One Morning in the Castro
I had to go to San Francisco to arrange for an exhibit of my work there and flew in on a Friday morning. I figured that, since the gallery was paying, why not stay for the weekend? I had meetings all day, and a late dinner with the gallery director, so I didn't get to my hotel on upper Market until nearly 11 pm. The hotel is actually a motel with three floors of rooms opening off balconies around a parking area. Not fancy, but clean and the parking is free. I had stayed there several times before. The clientele is mostly gay and I enjoyed the cruising that goes on late at night, so I thought I might score during my stay there this time.
Little did I knowÉ
I was really tired from the long day, and I didn't have the energy to try to hook up with someone. But as I settled into bed, I couldn't help hearing the action in the room next door. I could feel the rhythmic bumping of the bed against the wall on the other side of my head, and a voice: "Yeah man! Fuck me hard, ooohhh, that feels so good, yeah baby."
That went on for about 10 minutes and then I heard another voice yell, "I'm cumming!!!"
A little while later, the bumping stopped and all was quiet. I must say, that it turned me on, and I was feeling really horny, but I was so tired that I soon fell asleep.
About two in the morning, I awoke to take a piss, and I felt a lot of the fatigue of the day had disappeared. As I lay in bed again, I could hear occasional footsteps passing my window, and the shadows of men as they walked past the drawn curtains. I was still feeling horny, and decided to check it out to see if I could hook up with someone.
I pulled on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and, barefoot, stepped outside my door to check things out. There were a couple of guys slowly walking around the balcony one flight down, and several guys standing at open doors. A couple of them looked straight at me as I stood leaning on the railing.
I was trying to decide whether to roam the balconies or just stand near my door and see who would come by, when the door of the room next door--where I had heard the hot action before--opened and out came a stunningly handsome black man who was only wearing a pair of cut-offs. He was smoking a cigarette, and he nodded to me, smiled, and leaned against the rail a few feet away, quietly smoking. He must have been in his late 30s or early 40s, but he had a lean, muscular body, with every muscle defined and polished looking under his smooth, dark skin. His handsome face, with its big lips and broad nose, flashed a wonderful set of very white teeth when he smiled.
He had left the door open, and on the bed in his room was a young, blond, muscular kid, naked and lying on his stomach.
I said to myself: "Gee, I'd better say something. This is just too good to be true."
As I was about to open my mouth, my neighbor said, "It's a beautiful night out. Don't you love San Francisco in the fall?"
The ice was broken and we started chatting. It turned out that he too, was in from the east coast on business and was staying for the weekend.
As we chatted, I relaxed more, and finally decided to tell him: "When I was going to bed last night, around eleven, it sounded like you and your friend were having way too much fun."
He smiled and said, "Yeah, that kid is something. Problem is, he's too young and doesn't know how to make it last. He shot his load and fell asleep before I was really satisfied."
I said, "You mean he was fucking you?"
He said, "Yep. But I need more."
I jumped in with both feet: "Do you want to come into my room and see if I can help you out?" By this time, my cock was really hard and throbbing, and I looked at his crotch and could see a noticeable bulge there too.
He said, "Let me get my key." I couldn't believe that this was happening, and with hardly any effort on my part too!
We went into my room and closed the door. I took his hand and led him over next to the bed. He stood in front of me, looking like a beautiful African prince. I said, "My name is John, from Philly,"
He replied, "Sam, from Chicago."
I put my hands on his chest, feeling his hard pecs under his satiny skin, and let them slide over to his nipples, which were erect like hard pencil erasers.
We drew together while I worked his nipples with my thumb and forefinger, and we kissed, first lightly and tenderly, and then with more and more passion, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. I slipped my hands around under his arms, and down his back to his firm ass, pulling our bodies together. I could feel my hard cock pressing against his and our legs intertwined as we struggled to get closer.
We kissed for a few minutes, and then I stepped back and whispered, "God, you're hot!"
He leaned over and kissed me on the ear and whispered, "So are you, man."
I ran my fingers slowly down the ridges of his abs to his waistband, then leaned forward and started working his left nipple with my lips and tongue, and just a little tooth action. He gasped with pleasure and I kept working the nipple while I unbuttoned his waist and unzipped his cut-offs. I pushed them down around his thighs. He was not wearing any underwear, and I took his hard cock in my hand.
I was still working on his nipple, but I was trying to take stock of the huge cock that was in my hand: at least eight and a half inches and so thick that I could barely close my fingers around it. My mind was exploding, and my heart was racing, and my cock was throbbing wildly. I had to taste his beautiful meat.
He pulled my shirt off, undid the waist of my jeans and pushed them and my briefs down, then he took my cock in his hand and slowly caressed and stroked it. I realized that my problem was going to be to make this last. It had been a while since I felt this excited with another man.
I asked him to sit on the bed, stepped out of my pants, then knelt in front of him, kissing his lips, then his chest and gradually moving down to the prize between his legs. I worked my kisses around to the side of his cock, keeping that for last, pushed his thighs apart and kissing the beautiful, muscular insides, moving gradually up to his balls.
I worked on his balls for a few minutes, kissing and licking. They were smooth, or he had shaved them, and they were big, but not so big that I couldn't take them into my mouth. He moaned appreciatively, and his hands moved over my head and shoulders, caressing me as I worked on him.
I gradually moved my mouth up the long thick shaft of his cock and then let my lips slide softly down over the massive head as far as they could go. I can get a lot of cock into my mouth, but there was no way that I would be able to swallow all of this one!
I rolled him on my tongue, stimulating the sensitive area just under the head, and working the base of his cock with my hand. My other hand roamed softly all over his hard chest and abs. By this time, he had reclined back so that he was propped up on his elbows, with his abs flexed. The soft light through the curtains made his glistening dark skin look extraordinarily stunning.
After sucking him for a while, he pulled me up on top of him, and we kissed some more. We moved so that we were stretched out on the bed, our arms around each other and our hard cocks pressed together as we humped each other. We rolled over and his fabulous body was on top of me, and though he wanted me to top, I started imagining what a pleasure it would be for him to fuck me, to feel his muscular body take possession of mine, to fill me up with his being.
He gradually kissed and licked his way down to my cock, then I felt his big, soft lips close gently around my hardness and slowly take me all the way into his throat. He sucked me for the next 10 minutes or so, but several times I had to make him stop, I was so close to cumming.
Finally, he flipped around so that we could 69, and as I took him into my mouth again, I reached over to my pump-bottle of lube, and got a good squirt to work on his ass. I started massaging his ass while we sucked, then I worked in a finger, then two, then three. He was moaning loudly, and I could tell that I had really come to the right place with him.
After a few minutes, he took his mouth off my cock, and said, "Man, I really need you to fuck me!"
Welcome words! I couldn't wait. I turned myself back around and kissed him, and said, "What's your favorite way?"
He said, "Fuck me on my back so I can look at your face and kiss you too."
I reached over and ripped open a condom and rolled it down, then put some lube on my cock, knelt between his spread legs, and he lifted his beautiful, muscular thighs high, and reached around to help me as I pressed up against his asshole. I could feel my cock start to enter as he relaxed, and as my head went in he moaned loudly and smiled the most beautiful smile I had ever seen.
I was all the way in, and he whispered, "Fuck me slow man. Make this last, because you feel sooooo good in there!"
For the next 15 minutes or so, I felt I was in a different dimension, feeling feelings that I had never felt this way before. Underneath me, he was active, pushing against my thrusts, sucking me into him, massaging my cock with his powerful ass muscles, putting his legs over my shoulders, then moving them aside as he pulled me down to kiss me deeply.
I took his hard cock in my hand and started stroking it in time to my own thrusts, and gradually, I could feel the tension building in his body, as it built in mine. His breath and mine got shorter, he was first whispering, "Oh yes, Yes, YESSS," then louder, until he was almost shouting, "Give it to me! Fuck me hard!"
A minute later, I felt myself heading over the top, and just as I did, he yelled, "Oh, baby, I'm cumming!" and we both shot simultaneously, me into the condom in his ass, and his cum all across his chest, up to his throat.
I collapsed onto his sweat-slicked body, with his cum between our chests, kissing him deeply, and then simply holding each other and caressing each other's bodies lightly with our fingertips.
Before getting soft, I pulled out and took off the condom, got a towel and did a quick cleanup. We laid in each other's arms and fell asleep together, at least for an hour.