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! 4, I described how my grad-student sex tutor, in college, Jason, took me to my first gay bar. This continues the story with him.
C'est La Vie!: 1978, Pool Party
A few weeks later, the semester ended. We were both around for the summer, he working for next year's tuition, and me taking a couple of courses and working a part-time job. One Wednesday, he called and asked if I would like to go to pool party that Saturday at the home of one of his gay friends, He said it would be a big part of my education. Why would I say no to that?
Jason arranged to pick me up around 8:30 on Saturday. On the ride out to the semi-rural area where his friend, Sam, lived, he filled me in on what to expect.
He said, "There should be about twenty men. The guys are mostly in their late 20s through 30s, but there are sometimes some your age. A lot of hot guys who come, and the sex is unbelievable!"
I was worried that there would be no one my age, and that the older guys would not be interested in someone as young as me. Jason said not to worry, there were frequently guys between 18 and 22 or so. I asked him what to expect, and he said "Well, anything can happen, but you are guaranteed to have fun. That's all I'll say!" My mind was already racing with the possibilitiesÉ
Around nine, we pulled up in front of a large ranch house, with a stockade fence around the back yard. It was isolated, and there were no other houses close by. Seven or eight cars were parked outside. We walked around to the side, and let ourselves in the gate.
In the backyard was a swimming pool and around it were a number of chaises, and some pads on the patio. Candles in lanterns were all around the pool and the patio, and a grill was going. There were perhaps ten men in the yard, talking or eating hot dogs and hamburgers. Most looked to be in their 30s, which seemed really old to me at the time, but nevertheless, they were good-looking guys, and anyway, I had fantasized about sex with older guys. Jason led me over to our host, Sam, and introduced us. He was a good-looking, lanky man in his early thirties, wearing a T-shirt and jeans. He shook my hand and his eyes seemed to appraise me appreciatively, lingering briefly at my crotch. He had put his hand around Jason's shoulder, and held it there longer than I thought normal. I was still getting used to being comfortable with other gay men and how they acted.
For a couple of minutes we made small talk, and were joined by another couple who had just arrived, a friend of Jason's from school, and a stunning guy who looked to be around eighteen named Darren. Darren was wearing tight jeans that showed off a set of muscular thighs and a nice bulge in his crotch. He had dark curly hair, and a smooth boyish face, with sensuous lips. He smiled a warm smile.
The other guys were talking, and Darren said, "Let's go find a beer, OK?"
Sam said, "They're in a cooler in the kitchen", and we headed toward the door he indicated.
We got our beers and Darren said, "Let's take a look around".
I said "Sure, why not?" and we headed into the living room.
At the other end were a couple of guys talking, and on the sofa, two more were making out. I could already see that this would be fun. Darren nodded for me to follow him down the hall where the bedrooms were.
When we came to the first door, we heard soft moaning coming from behind it. Darren put his finger to his lips, and silently pushed open the ajar door. On the bed was a skinny naked boy, probably about eighteen, lying back with his legs over the end of the bed. Kneeling on the floor in front of him was a man in his late 30s, a bit stocky but powerfully built, and he was sucking the boy's long, thin cock for all he was worth, taking him all the way down his throat, then pulling off, running his lips up and down it, sucking his balls, everything. One hand was moving over the young boy's chest and legs, and with the other he was pulling off his own shirt, unbuckling his buckle and unzipping his own jeans. The boy was moaning passionately and pushing his hips up to fuck the older man's mouth.
When the older guy had his shirt off, we could see that he had a full chest of dark hair over a nice set of muscular pecs. When he pushed his pants down, he started stroking a short, but incredibly thick cock. I don't know how long we were watching, but it was really hot. I had been getting sex lessons from Jason for several weeks now, but had never seen two men having sex before, and it was a real turn-on. Remember, this was long before internet porn, and so seeing man-on-man sex, filmed or live, was not so common as now.
I was rock hard and it showed, and I looked down at Darren's jeans and saw the thick ridge of his erection pushing up from his crotch toward his waistband on the left side. He rubbed it through the cloth of his jeans, put an arm around my shoulder and whispered close to my ear "Let's see if we can find someplace to have some fun."
I was really hot for anything. Just then, the boy on the bed, who had been pinching his own nipples moaned "Oh man, I'm cumming" and we watched as the older man drank it all down. We silently closed the door and Darren took my hand. He led me down the hall to the next room.
The door was open. There was a double bed made up with a fitted sheet, a pile of hand-towels on the dresser next to it, a bottle of lube and a small brown bottle that I didn't recognize. The lights were low and a couple of candles burned in front of the mirror. Darren closed the door and latched it, then put his arms around me and we started kissing. After having seen the scene in the next room, getting it on with Darren seemed totally natural.
It was incredibly hot feeling his body next to mine. Until now, I had only made love to Jason. Now Jason was a pretty hot guy with a nice, naturally defined, smooth body. But Darren was a guy who was serious about working out. He was not all bulked up like a body builder, but he was definitely more developed than Jason. We were both anxious to be skin-to-skin, and like with most guys our age, making it last was going to be difficult. We pulled off each other's shirts, and he whispered "God, you have such a beautiful body, so natural and smooth!"
I was taken aback. At the time, I had a thin, smooth body, very lightly muscled. I always was self-conscious about my thin physique and thought that I was just your average, slim, smooth twenty-year-old. I longed to put on muscle and look like my comic ad idol when I was a 12-year-old, John Sill. I did not have a worked-out body at all, and at the time, even though I was athletic and strong, it was nearly impossible for me to put on muscle that showed, like Darren had. That would not happen until I was well into my thirties. I was really surprised that this stud would be so hot for me.
And I said, "I've never seen anyone with a body like yours. It's fantastic!"
I put my hands out to feel his smooth skin stretched over the hard muscles of his pecs, abs, shoulders and arms. He gently caressed my chest and back as we moved back into a deep passionate kiss.
Then we parted, and each of us stripped off our jeans and underpants. Standing there looking at each other, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Darren was like a gay man's dream. His fabulous cut body was finished off with a beautiful eight-inch, thick, cut, slightly curved cock, and a beautiful bush of dark pubic hair. His torso was hairless, but his legs were covered with soft, dark hair. A few years later, when video porn would become popular, I would learn that he had gone on to a career as a porn star for one of the major producers, which helped put him through medical school.
We moved back together again, and he took both of our cocks in his hand and stroked them together. I pushed him back until he fell backwards on the bed and I was on top of him. Our hips were grinding together, and he had his strong thighs wrapped around me as we passionately kissed. I then kissed his ears and neck and slowly started the descent down his body toward paradise, just like Jason had taught me. He wanted me to go faster, but I refused, working my way down patiently to his waiting cock.
I plied all the skills that I knew from my lessons with Jason, and pretty soon Darren was moaning and gasping for breath. I gradually worked on him until I could take almost all his eight inches into my mouth.
He pulled my mouth off and whispered "Oh, John, you're bringing me so close. Let me do you for a while."
We switched positions and his warm mouth closed around my throbbing cock. He was not as skilled as Jason, but it didn't matter. It was incredibly hot seeing this fantastically good-looking guy suck me. Before long, I pulled him off so I wouldn't come, and we went back to kissing, and rolling around on the bed.
Then he got up and walked over next to the dresser. He asked me to come over and said "When you suck me, I want you to play with my ass" and with that, he opened the lube and put a good dollop on his ass.
I knelt in front of him and once again started pleasuring his cock with my mouth. He spread his legs, and I moved my hand from his balls along behind them until I felt his lubed-up ass hole. I massaged him while he fucked my mouth. Then he said in a low, husky voice, "Fuck me with your finger."
I had never done that before and was a bit grossed out at the thought of putting my hands were shit came from, but he seemed to know what I was thinking.
He said, "Don't worry, I cleaned myself out before we came over."
So I started fingering him, and followed his directions until I had three fingers swirling around inside of him and he was breathing harder, gasping and moaning.
Again, he pulled me off, I stood up and we kissed, and he said "I want you to fuck me."
"I've never fucked anyone before" I said and he said "You don't know what you have been missing. I'll tell you exactly what to do."
He got another good squeeze of lube and rubbed it all up and down my cock, as we continued hungrily kissing. Then he turned around, spread his legs and put his hands on the dresser. He looked incredibly sexy there in the mirror over the dresser. I could see his muscular torso flexed as he put weight on his arms, and his beautiful back and round ass-cheeks, with his ass pushed back to welcome me.
"Come into me slowly" he whispered, and as I put my arms around his chest and found his erect nipples, he reached behind and guided me inch-by-inch into his hole. The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before, and he grabbed my cock tightly with his ass muscles.
Then he picked up the little brown bottle, shook it, opened it, and took a long whiff under one nostril.
I said "What's that?" and he said "Amyl. It makes you feel relaxed and warm all over, like a rush over your whole body. Try some."
He held them up to me, and I did like he did and a few seconds later felt an incredible glow spread over my body and concentrated in my cock. It began to feel like our bodies were one, and as I started to move in and out of him, he moved under me like an extension of my own body.
I worked on his nipples, and looking over his shoulder into the mirror, watched the beautiful smile of pleasure on his face, He opened the lube and lubed up his own cock, and then I took him in my hand and started stroking in time to my own thrusts.
Our pleasure was building, and our speed increased. He could sense that we were going to reach climax soon, and he took another whiff of the poppers and held them for me while I did the same. He started contracting his sphincter and that pushed us both over the edge. I shot what seemed to be every ounce of fluid in my body into his ass, and at the same time, his cock erupted onto the polished top of the dresser, leaving an incredible white puddle.
We stood panting by the dresser for a minute, then collapsed onto the bed, kissing and caressing each other. We lay in each other's arms for perhaps 15 minutes, when Darren said, "John, that was really incredible. For someone who has never fucked before, you're really something!"
I said "I didn't know that anything could feel so good!"
And he said, "Let's clean up and go check out the party. "
We cleaned ourselves and the dresser off with the towels, and I started getting dressed to leave the room.
Darren said, "Hey. No need for that! By this time no one else will have any clothes on," so we grabbed our clothes and headed out to the pool to join the fun, which would turn out to be more interesting lessons for me!