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!
This is the third in a series of books that began with C'est La Vie! (1970-1997), and continued with One Thousand Men (1998). Th stories in this book start in 1999 and continue to the present. I hope you like them!
What A Life! 14
2008, DAN
My Craig's List hookup and I talked for a while. I learned that he is an artist, like me, but doing graphic design for some local theatre companies. He seems to be managing OK in his work. No, he doesn't have a regular boyfriend. Yes, his family knows he's gay. Yes, he's negative. All that stuff. I tell him about myself: my work, my long life as an artist and gay man, my pleasures and my disappointments.
And while we are talking, I am exploring his amazing body. In truth, I like all kinds of bodies, from skinny twinks to hairy men with bellies. If you lined up a bunch of guys in front of me, I would probably always take the muscular swimmer's build young guy--who wouldn't?--but in truth, I would be happy to have almost any man next to me making love.
So, I am exploring his body as we talk. My hand wanders down to his now-flaccid cock. Even soft if feels good: hefty, meaty, substantial. I hold it in my hand, and I cup his balls, feeling their weight and massiveness. Somehow, the combination of his slender physique and his big apparatus is super-hot. As I hold his cock in my hand, I feel it stir again. We have been kissing while we are talking, and now the kisses become more intense as his cock rises. My own cock starts to stiffen against his leg.
In a few minutes, he is hard as a rock again, and his kisses became more urgent. I too regain my full erection, and we are ready for act two.
I am stroking his hard nine inches, and he is responding with more intense kisses and loud moans. It's time for more serious action. I turn to lie on my back, and pull him on top of me. His hard, lean body feels so good against mine. I spread my legs, and he lies between them, grinding his cock against my belly.
He pushes into me more urgently. I know what is coming, and I can't wait, but I want this second act to last as long as possible. He pushes himself up on his arms, moving his hips against my crotch. It is an incredible turn-on to look down and see that massive cock rubbing against my own erection and belly. As he continues, his eyes closed, a look of incredible pleasure on his face, I reach over for the lube, squirt a big glob on my hand and reach down to lube his cock, my cock and our bellies. I pull him down to me again, feeling his taught young chest against mine, wrapping my legs around his slim, muscular thighs and thrusting up to meet his own thrusts.
This dry-fucking is wonderful, but I am hungry for what it must lead to. I push him to roll him over on his back, his legs still between mine. We kiss passionately, grind together, and kiss some more. I know I want him inside me, but I want him to really want it.
I slowly start kissing my way down his neck, across his chest, working his nipples until he is gasping, going crazy. I tongue my way slowly down his slim, rippling abs, working my way around each little bulge, holding off for the big treat at the end of the road.
I skirt his cock, to his frustration, working around to his thighs, pushing them up and working around his balls, and even his ass. Finally, I work my way up his cock, which has been anticipating this moment, and start to tongue his hole, work around his head, and finally, finally move my lips down over him for the second time tonight.
He moans, he almost screams with pleasure. I know I have him and that the act that follows will be one of pure delight. For the next fifteen minutes I work his cock, bringing him close and then backing off, edging him until he is begging for more.
Here is the "more": I reach over to the bedside table where he had added his Magnum condoms to my own supply, open one with my teeth, put it in my mouth and go down on him again, rolling it down his cock with my lips as far as I can go with my mouth (it is hard to do more than about half on his monster!) and then finishing with my hand.
I'm almost ready. I move back up his torso, pausing, teasing him at his nipples, licking his neck and ears and finally kissing him deeply, announcing that we are both ready.
Now I get more lube, work it on his hard cock and on my ass. We are almost there. I am straddling him, looking down into his eager eyes, my hand on his hard cock, positioning it at my ready hole, wanting to give him the best pleasure I can, and taking some for myself. Slowly, I settle back feeling his big cock enter me, watching the look of ecstasy on his young face as his cock is buried deep in my ass.
I start to move up and down on him: clenching my ass as I move on the down-stroke, relaxing as I move up. Swiveling my hips. Changing to clenching him on the up-stroke. Moving my hips up toward his head slightly, working his cock in my ass in as many directions as I can, now slower, now faster.
I take his hands in mine, our fingers laced together. I lean forward and seek out his hot mouth. Our tongues, probe, intertwine, talk to each other like eager new lovers. His hips thrust up to meet me as I move up and down on his hard pole. I can feel it inside me, massaging my prostate, massaging my very soul, like a being all its own.
I don't want this to stop, and I don't think that Dan wants it to either, but nature takes over. We can't help it. A short while later, he pulls me to him, desperate, thrusting, clasping me to his chest as I feel his cock expand while I think "How can it possibly get any bigger?" and he starts to shoot into the condom, screaming "Oh, yeah, fuck yeah, omigod, oh baby, babyÉ.", and then I begin to shoot on his chest, without even touching myself.
We collapse. I don't know how long we stay motionless. It feels like an eternity, and I don't want it to end. But finally, it has to. Again, I use the towel to wipe us off, though, in truth, I would rather pull him to me and be glued together with cum (maybe later, after we have had some time to get to know each other even better?).
We cuddle. We caress. We kiss. Finally, we fall asleep in each other's arms. We started making love late, and it is now much later. But there is always tomorrow. I fall asleep hoping that I can get Dan to spend the day with me tomorrow. Somehow, I know that will happen. But I can't, at this time of night--morning--know what is really going to happen. What does ends up amazing us both.