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! 8
2005, Dad and Lad in SF
I was up at the crack of dawn in Philly to catch the first flight out to San Francisco on a Friday. I had a full day of meetings with a gallery about an upcoming solo show, and its catalogue. When it was done, I was looking forward to a weekend of fun.
The meetings went well, and ended with dinner with the gallery director and her assistant. But by 8:30, when we were done, I was looking forward to relief from the grind of the day. After all, I had been up since almost 2 AM Pacific time.
I caught a cab to my motel on upper Market Street near Castro. I love this place and have stayed there many times.
The rooms open onto a balcony around three sides of the parking lot, and on weekend evenings the place is filled with gay men looking to hook up. The cruising can really be hot there. I always request a room in the middle of the back on the third floor, where I have a good view of nearly everything going on, except the rooms directly below me on the 2nd floor. I got the room I wanted.
After check-in, I was anxious to see if I could get some hot action going, but I was tired and sweaty. So, after getting out my condoms, lube and poppers, I jumped into the shower and washed away the cares of the day. Back in my room with a towel around my waist, I decided to lie down and watch a little TV to unwind before gearing up for what I hoped would be a night of hot sex.
I must have dozed off, because when I woke up the clock radio read 12:30. I switched off the TV and lights and went to the window, pulling open the heavy interior drapes, leaving only the light curtains drawn.
Now, when these curtains are in place, you can see out, and light comes into the room, but people outside can't see anything inside unless you have a light on. I stood there for perhaps ten minutes and during that time eight men passed my room, walking slowly and pausing to see if they could see in.
A couple of them looked really hot, and my cock started rising in anticipation. So I decided to put on some clothes and check things out myself. I pulled on a tee shirt, white briefs and jeans, put my key in my pocket and, barefooted, went out on the balcony to check things out.
I could see several guys prowling the balcony below and the first floor rooms. There were a couple of open doors. In one of them a slim man who looked in his 40s was standing with a towel around his waist. In another was an older heavy-set bare-chested man wearing jeans. I could see the glint of light off his nipple rings. He looked at me for a long time, and rubbed his crotch through his jeans. Maybe later, I thought. Right now he was not what I was looking for.
I decided to slip on my sneakers and check out the other rooms myself, and was about to turn and go back into my room when a young man in his 20s walked off the street and started climbing the stairs near the motel office. As he climbed with his back to me I could see his slim body with broad shoulders, a V-shaped back and narrow waist, and a hot round butt that rolled appealingly as he climbed.
I thought that he might take a turn around the second floor, but he continued on up to my floor. As he walked slowly toward me down the flanking balcony, I could see him more clearly.
His face was handsome, with sensuous lips, dark hair and sideburns. He was wearing a muscle shirt that showed off a slim, defined body, not very muscular, but nice and tight: he was probably 5'10" and about 155 or 160 lbs.
About half way down the balcony, he paused and leaned against the railing with both hands so that his arm and shoulder muscles were flexed. Man, he looked hot! He slowly scanned the balconies with his eyes, and finally saw me standing there. He held his gaze on me, and let one of his hands slowly move up over his stomach and chest, where he rubbed his left nipple softly. My cock was almost fully erect now and straining in my pants to be released.
His hand reached up behind his right ear, and took out what looked like a cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it with a lighter from his jeans pocket. He inhaled deeply and held the smoke in, and it was then that I realized that he was smoking a joint. With his chest expanded while he held his breath, he looked even hotter. His eyes were still glued to me. He smiled and raised his hand with the joint toward me offering to a toke to me.
Wow, did I ever want to! I nodded yes and he smiled. Releasing the smoke he turned and walked down the side balcony toward the corner of the building, then turned and came toward me. As he walked, I could see that he, too, had an erection, nicely outlined in his jeans by the light raking across it from the street. He hips swiveled appealingly as he walked. He was sexy but very masculine, and I was fantasizing already about feeling that movement against my body.
As he neared me, he held out the joint for me, then stood facing me with his weight on one foot like Michelangelo's David. I took the joint from him and inhaled deeply. The effect was almost instant: this was really as good one-hitter as I had had, and good reefer always makes me feel especially sensual and extra horny.
I handed the joint back and as he took a deep toke, I asked softly "What are you looking for?" He smiled as he held in the smoke and handed the joint back.
I took another drag, and as I did he leaned forward, exhaled, and in a whisper said "A hot daddy like you to make love to me."
I said nothing, but took his hand and led him into my room, closed the door, put the rest of the joint into an ashtray on the table and put my hands on his waist and drew him forward until our lips met.
His mouth was sweet and we kissed softly, exploring each other's mouths with our lips and tongues. As we kissed, I eased my hands under his shirt, feeling his tight, toned back and slowly pushing it up to his shoulders. We stopped kissing for a few seconds as I eased the shirt over his head and looked at his smooth, tight body.
He looked absolutely delicious, and I wanted to explore every inch of him with my hands and mouth. In my mid-40s I was still in great shape, but going a little gray and definitely looking older. Getting twenty-somethings into bed was definitely not as easy as it was a few years ago.
He returned the favor and slowly pulled my shirt over my head as he moved his hands all over my chest and shoulders.
As I took him back in my arms, he moved his hands to cup my crotch and gently started massaging my erection through my jeans.
"Oh daddy," he said, "I wanna make you feel real good!"
Our lips met again and my hands moved down to his waist and started to unbutton and unzip his jeans, as he did the same to me. Exploring each other with our hands, we gradually pushed each other's pants down. Then we kicked off our shoes and stepped out of our pants, now just clad in our briefs, mine white, his black with white trim.
I pushed him gently until he sat on the edge of the bed. I knelt in front of him, and moved in to kiss his thighs lightly covered with black hair. I messaged his thighs and kissed his firm belly, letting my tongue trail down over his happy trail to his waistband. I gently lifted his waistband over his hard cock.
He was cut, and his cock stood up hard and proud in front of my expectant lips, about seven inches long and perfectly thick. It was also perfectly straight, with a beautifully proportioned head, and nice, full balls.
I leaned forward, licked around the edge of the head, probed the slit at the end with my tongue and kissed it, letting my kiss to move smoothly into slowly taking him into my mouth, using the softest pressure possible.
He moaned loudly "Oh Daddy, yeah, you make your boy feel sooooo good!"
For the next ten minutes or so, I kept up a steady rhythm on his cock, but varied the pressure and how I used my tongue on the sensitive underside. As I sucked him, he leaned back on his elbows, and gently matched my rhythm by pushing his hips up to meet my mouth. My hands played over his abs and chest as he did that, and feeling his stomach flex really added to the pleasure I was having giving him pleasure and listening to his moans.
"Daddy, you're bringing me too close!" he gasped, and pulled my mouth off his cock and up to mine. "It's time for me to give you some oral pleasure too," he said.
I propped two pillows against the headboard so that I could sit up in bed, and spread my legs. He knelt between them, his cock pointing at my chest. I stroked him gently as we kissed, and then he started kissing his way down my neck and chest, working each nipple in turn, and letting his tongue stray into my armpits, my navel, and slowly down toward my throbbing prize.
His eyes looked up at me and he smiled as he slowly took my cock all the way into his throat, using the softest teasing pressure imaginable. His tongue swirled on the underside and his lips spiraled around my hard man-meat. He gradually picked up speed and pressure, bringing me close to cumming, then turning his attention to my balls.
"Is your boy making you feel good?" he asked, smiling at me.
I said, "Oh, yeah, please don't stop."
Finally, he got me so hot I had to make him take a break, and pulled him up in my arms to kiss me again.
He whispered "I want to feel that hot daddy cock of yours in me. Will you fuck me now?"
Our mouths met in another passionate kiss as I murmured my assent.
He straddled my thighs as he reached for a condom on the bedside table, then covered his hand with lube. He moved forward so our cocks were together, and took them both in his hand and gently stroked them together as we kissed more. Then he ripped open the condom with his teeth, put it in his mouth, and went back down on me, rolling it down with his lips. I wasn't sure how much more I could take before blowing, but I concentrated on holding off.
Then he moved up, still straddling me, until his ass was right over my cock, and as our mouths met, he settled back until I was buried deep in him.
"Oh, daddy, oh daddy, fuck your boy, love your boy. Your hot cock feels so good inside me," he whispered, as he moved slowly up and down on my cock, grasping me with his sphincter as he pushed down, and then releasing me as he moved up again.
I sought out his nipples with my mouth, one after the other, as we fucked, and started stroking his lubed cock as we settled into a comfortable rhythm, up and down, him twisting on my hard cock, and me starting to thrust my hips up to meet him.
Our moans were getting louder, and we noticed a couple of guys just outside the window. They certainly could hear us, but couldn't see anything. I felt sorry for them not being able to participate in such hot sex, even as voyeurs.
I picked up my bottle of poppers, opened it and took a deep hit, then handed it to him to do the same. The warm feeling washed over us, adding to the animal passion and the effect of the pot we had smoked a little while before.
"Oh yeah, daddy, oh yeah, give me your love, make your boy feel you cum!" he gasped.
And I said, "Oh yeah, boy, take my cum," and started to explode into the condom as his own cock started to spew thick white cum on our chests, and our lips met once more with our tongues lashing wildly together.
When we were done, we stayed with our mouths glued together, trying to catch our breaths, and then our bodies melted together as our cocks gradually softened and our kisses became softer and more gentle.
I picked up a towel I had put out next to the bed and cleaned us up. We got under the sheet and curled up in each other's arms before we fell asleep, and I think that each of us started dreaming right away about what we would do next. I know my dreams came true later that night and the next morning. I think his did too.