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In the previous chapter, C'est La Vie! 8, I described how I had a post-graduation summer job at a gay hotel in San Francisco's Castro and how a stunning black guest seduced me for his first gay experience.
C'est La Vie!: 1980, More Than Just a Job-2
He said "Do you?" picking up the joint from the table.
I nodded and smiled, and he lit it, took a deep toke and handed it to me. I did the same, and sat down on the bed next to him, letting my hand rest over his muscular shoulders. His skin was warm and smooth, and the soft light shown warmly on his smooth, contoured body. He was already excited again, with his hard cock pointing straight up at the ceiling.
The dope was very good and I already felt a warm buzz. Weed always makes me even hornier, so the mood was definitely conducive to exploring some new territory with him.
"You said you only had one experience before," I said, "what was it? Was it good?"
"Well," he started, "it was a time I got together with a guy I had grown up with. We hadn't seen each other for years, and we were at his place drinking, and both pretty looped. He convinced me to spend the night because I shouldn't drive back to my hotel, and later that night I woke up to the incredible sensation of him sucking me. It was shocking, and tried to make him stop, but he assured me that he wouldn't tell anyone, and that he thought I was enjoying it. Well, the truth was that I really was. Afterward, I learned that he was gay and had come out a couple of years before. I haven't been able to get it off my mind and kept thinking about what it would be like to be with a man again, and do more than just lie back while he sucked my cock. Not that I didn't enjoy what happened with you a little while ago," he said before taking another hit on the joint.
I took another and after handing it back to him, stood up, stripped off my clothes, and lay down on his outstretched body. He moaned as I lay on him and, our cocks pushing together between our naked bodies.
"God, you're hot," I whispered, and then moved my lips to his.
He resisted a littleÑlike a lot of men who think they are more straight than queer, this is sometimes a line they won't cross. But within a few seconds, he started relaxing, and his lips responded to me, and as I pushed my tongue into his mouth, he responded in kind.
I worked my legs in between his and pushed my pelvis hard against his, making slow, thrusting motions. Again, he responded in kind, bucking his muscular body underneath me, pushing up against me, his arms now around my shoulders, pulling me tight to his hard chest. He hooked his legs around mine for extra leverage, pulling me harder into our embrace.
"Shit, man, I never felt another man against me before. It's so hot, babyÉ" and his whisper trailed off as our lips met again.
Entwined on the bed, we kissed and caressed for maybe seven or eight minutes, wrestling with each other, rolling from him on his back to me on mine and back again. Now, back on my back, it was he with his legs between mine. He pushed himself up on his arms so he could thrust his pelvis against mine, grinding our hard cocks together. His glistening body and taught muscles shown in the dim lamplight. I pulled my legs up and then wrapped them around his waist, reached down to hold our two cocks together, then pushed myself up on my elbows so that I could meet his mouth again.
"Man, if I keep this up, I'm gonna shoot again already," he said.
"How about another hit on the joint?" I asked, trying to slow things down a little.
He picked up the joint and lit it again, and we both took a couple more drags, and then he put it back in the ashtray, and bent over my hard cock, holding it lightly, and tentatively extending his tongue to lick it. The weed had made me incredibly horny and sexually sensitive.
He looked up at me and I said, "Yeah, man, you can do it. Go for it."
He kissed the tip, and then let his lips slide down over my throbbing hardness until he almost chocked, then he slowly came up again. He looked at me and smiled.
"Uh-huh," I murmured, encouraging him to continue.
He was new at it, and sometimes his teeth got in the way, but all-in-all, he was doing really well. He kept at my cock for five or six minutes, coming up a couple of times to kiss me, until I pulled him into my arms and another embrace, then rolled him over on his back.
Now I went down on him for the second time, working him very slowly, caressing every inch of his big, ebony pole, playing with his balls, and letting my hands roam over his taught body, finding his nipples, nice and erect, and gently massaging them and then pinching them. That turned out to be a big button and he started writhing and moaning louder.
I kept at it a while, and finally he pulled me off and gasped "I'm getting close, baby."
I lay on his body again, making slow fucking motions as I sought his mouth again. As we kissed, I moved my hands down to his nipples and this time pinched them harder. His response was even more impassioned, and so I knew what I was going to do next.
I sat up straddling him, my hands on his cock, slowly stroking him.
"Now for a real treat," I said. I reached over to the bedside table and got the bottle of lube, squeezing it liberally on his cock, and gently rubbing it in. I squeezed some on my hand and as I bent over to kiss him again, lubed up my waiting hole.
"Wait a sec," I said, and went to my pants to retrieve a condom.
I got back into position and ripped open the condom as I bent to kiss him again. Coming out of the kiss, I rolled the condom onto his hard cock and moved forward so that his cock and my hole were aligned, reached around to position my ass at his pole, and slowly settled back onto him until he was all the way inside.
The look on his face was a mixture of pleasure and surprise. I don't think that he thought he would be fucking his first man on his first day in San Francisco, but slowly his surprise turned into a big smile.
"Holy shit that feels good!" he gasped.
I started to slowly ride up and down on his massive member, working his nipples, letting my hands run over his chest and abs, down to his thighs and over his shoulders, then leaning forward to kiss him, holding his head between my hands. He joined in the motion, thrusting up into me as I rode him, his muscles tense in the concentration of getting every ounce of feeling out of his fucking.
Again, it didn't take long until he tightened up, and I clamped down on his hard cock with my sphincter, and felt him swell to his full length and then pump his load into my warm ass. His cumming set me off, and I grabbed my cock and shot a big load across his chest to his chin and up onto his face, the white cum glistening against his dark skin.
A minute later, I got off of his cock, and stretched out on his muscular, still heaving body, kissing him again, my cum squishing between our chests.
"How do you like full-on man sex?" I asked him, playfully.
"Oh geez, I want more, and more," he replied.
"I think you're gonna have a good week in the Castro," I said. "Keep me posted on what you're doing."
"And can we get together again?" he asked.
"Stupid question," I said, chuckling. And of course we did.