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In the previous chapter, C'est La Vie! 31, I described how I was in San Francisco preparing for an exhibit and met a stunning black bottom who was renting the room next to mine in my favorite gay motel and how he stayed the night with me.
C'est La Vie!: 1996, Early Morning with Sam
Around five thirty in the morning, I awoke to Sam gently stroking my back with his fingers. It felt really good, and I am always turned on by the gentle touch of another man, especially on my back. As he stroked, he snuggled up against me, and I could feel his erection nestling between my buns. It wasn't long before my own cock rose to the occasion.
He started kissing me on the neck and shoulders, and his hands slowly moved around my body to my chest, first gently rubbing and stroking, and then caressing and gently pinching my nipples. I responded with soft moans and pushed my hips back against his throbbing cock. He held me tighter, and his kisses became light nibbles, a tickling a little, but incredibly sensual.
I moved my hands up to feel the hard muscles of his biceps and then moved around between us to feel his flexed abs, and slowly close around his hard cock. I started to softly stroke it and he started to slowly move his hips to my rhythm.
I turned to face him, and our mouths met in deep passionate kisses. We were now stroking each other's cocks and the passion was mounting quickly. Neither of us wanted to take it as slow as we had three hours earlier. I rolled over on top of him and he wrapped his strong thighs around me, our hard cocks thrusting against each other. Again we rolled over, and this time I knelt over him and dove for his throbbing cock, stuffing it in my mouth as fast and as deep as I could. He let out a loud moan of pleasure, and I eagerly sucked him for the next five minutes or so.
Then he pulled me up to him, we kissed some more, we rolled over with him on top, and he went down on me, taking me all the way down his throat like some incredible pleasure machine. He quickly brought me close to the point of cumming, so I pulled his head off, gasping for breath. He immediately went to work on my balls, his hands roaming over my chest and arms, and slowly moved down to the space between my balls and my ass.
Then he lifted my legs in the air, lifted my ass up and started rimming, his tongue caressing and probing, and I was writhing in the most incredible pleasure. I was surprised at what happened next, because even though I assumed he was a bottom, I heard myself say "Sam, please fuck me now."
Earlier he had been just about the best power bottom I had ever had, I thought he might not want to top me. However, he beamed a broad smile, and said nothing, got up and pulled an extra-large condom out of the pocket of his cut-offs lying on the floor by the bed. I helped him to roll it down, and got a handful of lube from the pump bottle and lubed up both his cock and my ass.
I said, "You're so big, I'd better control things at the start. Lie down here and let me ride you."
He lay next to me, his dark skin glistening with sweat from our exertion, and the pale light from the window shining on every hard muscle. I positioned myself over his cock and took him in my hand. I concentrated on relaxing my ass so that it wouldn't hurt when he entered. Slowly, inch by inch, I sat back on his thick pole, and surprisingly, it glided right in with an incredible feeling of pleasure.
Then I slowly started moving up and down on his cock, flexing my ass muscles from time to time to milk his throbbing hardness. Gradually, I picked up speed, and as I did, he started stroking me and thrusting up to meet my ass as I pushed down on him. It didn't' take long before we were moaning loudly and I was begging him to fuck me harder. He sped up and I matched his rhythm once again. I could feel my balls churning and pulling up against my body, getting ready to shoot, and he had his eyes tightly closed, concentrating on the impending explosion.
I started shooting all over his chest, the white cum standing out against his dark skin. A second later I could feel his huge cock pumping a load into the condom inside me, and I collapsed on his heaving chest. Our mouths sought each other out once again, and we exchanged our last passionate kisses.
A few minutes later, we jumped in the shower, to wash away the sweat and cum, and soaping up his fabulous body got me turned on again. This time I had to let it go. We were both too tired to do any more.
We got back into bed, and I put my arms around his fresh clean body and gently stroked his back and legs as we started drifting off to sleep. Little did I know the pleasure the morning would bring.