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Subject: C’est La Vie! 19 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 ail. Please Contribute fty and keep this wonderful resource going! In the previous chapter, C’est La Vie! 18, I described how I was on a trip to San Francisco, staying at my favorite cruisy motel and picked up a trio of young guys at a bar for a 4-way, and invited one of them, Eric, to spend the night with me. C’est La Vie!: 1990, Eric and Me Eric said after they left, “That Carlos is a really horny bastard. I’ve been with him when he fucked me six times in a single night and still wanted more.” “Yeah, he’s a hot guy,” I responded, “but in my eyes you’re way hotter.” We were standing there naked, our cocks soft but still swollen. “John, you wanna smoke a joint?” he asked. “Yeah, sure Eric. But I have to warn you, weed makes me even hornier and gives me a hard-on that just won’t quit.” “Cool, dude!” he said and went over to his jeans where he took out a little plastic case with four joints in it, and a lighter. He took out a joint. “Wait a minute,” I said, “this is a no smoking room. Let’s get some pants on and go out to the balcony.” “Sure,” said Eric, and we both pulled on our jeans, and buttoned the top button. We went outside and he proceeded to light up and inhaled deeply. He looked super-hot standing there with his chest expanded, his nipples standing up from his hard pecs. He handed me the joint and I too took a deep toke. It was really good shit, and I instantly felt like I was floating, and a warm tingling sensation suffused my body, traveling in waves down my torso and focusing on my cock which started to quickly harden again. I handed the joint back to Eric, and he inhaled deeply again, before handing it back to me. Eric pulled me into a deep kiss, and exhaled the smoke in his lungs into my mouth as we kissed. I inhaled it deeply, and it hit me even harder, now that I was feeling his smooth, tight chest against mine, his muscular thighs pushing against my thighs and my cock pressed against his belly. “Time to go back inside,” he said. Once inside, we dropped our jeans again. As we did, his free hand reached out to my erection and started slowly caressing it. Under the effects of the drug, it felt super-sensitive, and yet, I felt that now I could go for a very long time without cumming. He stubbed out the joint in a plastic drinking glass. I asked him to sit on the bed, and I knelt in front of him pushing his thighs apart and diving down to kiss and lick his balls. He moaned loudly, and leaned back to lie on the bed, his feet on the floor. I went for his cock, and took the whole thing in my mouth. Slightly soft as he was, I could get all of it in down to his pubes, which I had not been able to do when his erection was at its escort bayan full, very thick, eight-inch hardness. I rolled him around on my tongue, and gradually felt his cock swell, and throb in my mouth, expanding back into my throat. It grew and grew, until I was nearly gagging and I had to back off a bit. Finally, he was at his full erection once again and I took my mouth away so that I could sit and once again admire the beautiful perfection of his cock: a gorgeous piece of young man-meat, pink and taught, curving up just slightly, the skin on the head almost shiny from his exceptional hardness, slicked with my saliva. I smiled up at him, and ran my hands up to his nipples, and started to work them as I went back down on him, descending his cock with my lips open, just barely touching him, the lightest teasing pressure possible. He thrust his cock up into my throat, trying to get more pressure, but I wouldn’t let him for now. He was moaning loudly, desperately, but I wanted to tease him up to the edge, and then back off again. I brought him close six times, his hips trying to buck up into my throat, my hands working his nipples and caressing his tight six-pack as I sucked him. He sat up and leaned forward to kiss me. “Let’s lie on the bed, John,” he said, so I stood up, he maneuvered around to lie on his back with his legs apart, his head propped up on two pillows, and I almost literally dived onto him, wanting to feel his whole body next to me. He wrapped his strong arms and legs around me as we kissed deeply again, our cocks sliding together between our bellies, our hips grinding into each other hard, the weed heightening all our sensations. I slowly worked my lips down his neck, across his chest to one nipple and then the other, where I concentrated for nearly ten minutes, before heading back down to his super-hard cock. This time I gave him more pressure, twisted my lips and face around his cock, worked the base with my hand, pulled his scrotum down lightly and then stronger as he moaned under my mouth work. After edging him another six or seven times, I was back up into his embrace, and we rolled over. He proceeded to do what I had been doing to him, working his way down slowly to my cock via my nipples and belly, and working my cock and balls until they were dripping with saliva. He was a master cock-sucker, and brought me close to cumming many times in the next ten minutes or so. It was pure, exquisite torture. When he came back up for another kiss, I said, “Eric, I want you to fuck me in every position we can think of, OK?” “Fuck, yeah,” he said. He was lying on his back, and I reached over to the bedside table and got a condom and lube, ripped it open and rolled it down on his cock, which really stretched a normal-sized condom to its limits. I lubed him up and lubed my ass and cock for good measure, then straddled him, kneeling with my knees alongside his chest, reached behind me for his cock, and with a sigh of satisfaction, aimed it at my hole and settled back on in until he was in me up to the hilt. “Oh, yeah, baby, tuzla genç escort that feels so fucking fine,” he whispered with a big smile on his face. I started to ride him slowly, up and down, swiveling my hips a little from time to time, leaning forward to kiss him or working his nipples as we slowly worked our bodies together. A few minutes later, I worked my legs up, so that I had my feet flat on the bed on either side of his hips and could use my thighs to raise myself up and down, and give a little more freedom of motion. This position is less stable, so I reached for his hands, lacing my fingers in his and using his arms for support as I rode his cock and he thrust up into me. It was so hot seeing his biceps and shoulders flex as he supported my weight, and his six-pack clench and un-clench as he pushed up into me. We kept that up for a while longer and then, keeping his cock in me (which was a lot easier than if he had been only six inches or so), I swiveled around so that I was in the same position, only facing his feet. He put his knees up slightly to give him more leverage, and I used them to stabilize my body. I stopped moving up and down for a while, and let him do the work of pushing up into me. Five minutes or so of that, and he sat up behind me, putting his hands on my chest and moving them down to my throbbing cock to stroke me as he gradually maneuvered us into a position with me on my stomach, my legs spread and my ass slightly elevated. His cock was deep in me, his thighs pushing mine apart to give him even better access to my love-hole. I hooked my ankles around his calves to give me a little leverage to push back. My head was draped over the end of the bed, his arms were hooked under mine and his mouth nibbled at and kissed my neck as he whispered, “Such a hot, tight ass, baby, this is sooooo good!” He fucked me on my stomach for perhaps six or seven minutes, and then pulled me up so that he could fuck me faster, doggy-style. I could now see him pounding my ass as I looked into the mirror over the dresser ahead of me at the foot of the bed. His head was thrown back and his eyes closed in ecstasy as he worked his huge cock in and out of my willing ass. I’m not really clear how he did it without withdrawing, but somehow he worked me around so that we were lying on our sides, my right leg in the air, his cock thrusting into me as he turned my head sideways and we entered a long passionate kiss once again. He fucked me on my side for a while. It’s a position I like when my partner wants to take over, since it is difficult to be very active in that position. I twisted so that my shoulders were completely on the bed, and still fucking me, he moved his mouth down to my right nipple and started working it as his cock still slid rhythmically in and out of my hole. He stopped for a minute�he was clearly getting close to his climax and wanted to hold off�and we kissed and caressed for a few minutes. Then he started his thrusts again, this time continuing as he held my leg higher, and twisted his torso under it, still in me, still thrusting, tuzla kendi evi olan escort until I was on my back. Still moving in and out of me, he pulled his thighs up until they were alongside my torso, and moved my legs up on either side of him. Gradually, he fucked me into a position in which I was rolled back onto my shoulders, my legs back over my head, and my ass pointing straight up in the air, him now standing above me, drilling straight down into my warm ass. I now had my head facing the other direction and couldn’t see the scene in the mirror, but he moaned “Man, this action looks so hot, I wish I could get this on video, and we could watch it together.” Again, in that position, it was hard for me to be more than a passive partner, except that I could give him lots of pleasure with my sphincter, clenching down on him as he pushed in, and relaxing as he moved out or vice versa. It was a difficult position to maintain for long, and eventually he moved back down to his knees, pushing my legs up to his shoulders and letting me lie on my back again. He leaned forward to kiss me, and his strokes became long, slow and intense, like he was concentrating all the energy of his body on his cock and my ass. He was now massaging my cock with his hand as we moved in and out, leaning forward to meet my lips as he fucked me. This is my all-time favorite position to be fucked in. I love being able to see my lover’s face, to kiss while I’m fucking or getting fucked. I love seeing the muscles of a hot guy’s chest, abs and arms working as they move us both toward climax, and I love the way my lover can get his whole cock into me, and I can feel his balls slap up against my ass as he fucks me. Eric must have had the same feelings. Instead of going faster, his fucking became more and more intense, all his muscles were working, my hands moving over his tight shoulders, arms and chest, and his lubed-up hand working my cock almost like a talented mouth would. We didn’t last much longer. He tensed up and shoved his huge cock all the way home and started spasming into the condom in my ass. I followed a minute later, shooting my load all over my chest and abs. His mouth devoured mine in the deepest, strongest kiss of the night so far, and we finally fell together with our chests heaving against one another, each touch and movement of muscle heightened by the effects of the joint we had smoked. It was around 12:30 AM, and we had fallen into a half-sleep, modulated by the weed we had smoked. I got up and got a damp washcloth to clean up with, and we snuggled up together in bed, kissing and caressing in the after-glow of our love making. The joint made our minds work overtime, and neither of us was sleepy. It was great to just hold each other and savor our closeness. As we lay there, we could hear footsteps slowly going by the room every couple of minutes. I turned off the lamp, and got up to open the drapes. The sheer curtains beyond them gave us a hazy view of outside, but people outside could not see in. It was clear that there was a constant stream of guys out there cruising for sex on this warm spring night in San Francisco. “It looks like a lot of potential action out there,” I said. “Yeah,” Eric replied. “Wanna check it out?” “Stupid question,” I laughed, and we both got up and walked to the windows.

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