Date: Thu, 17 Dec 2020 16:44:02 +0000
From: John The Artist <johntheartist@hotmail.com>
Subject: C'est La Vie! 12

This is the fictional memoir of a gay man, told in the first person. Some
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embellished a lot, as well as completely fictional ones. They depict sex
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In the previous chapter, C'est La Vie 11, I described how I had hooked up
with a man, Randy, I met in a gay movie theater and went with him to his
hotel.

C'est La Vie: 1982, The Adonis-3

	Randy's midtown hotel was close to several Japanese restaurants in
the 40s between 5th and 6th Avenues. I often ate at one or another of them
because they were good, relatively cheap, and since they did a big lunch
business and a smaller dinner business, it was always easy to get a table
as a walk-in at dinner.

	So I asked Randy "How about Japanese food?"

	"I don't think I've ever had any," he replied. "What's it like?" In
the early 80s there was not yet the nation-wide craze for sushi and other
Japanese food, and you generally had to go to a city with a sizeable
Japanese population to find many Japanese restaurants.

	"Well, of course there is sushi, which is usually small balls of
seasoned rice topped with raw fish, or rolls with seaweed on the outside,
then rice, and fish or other things inside. For most Americans, sushi is an
acquired taste. But the restaurant will have lots of other things like
tempura, which is shrimp and vegetables in a light batter, deep-fried, or
different noodle dishes and even dishes you cook at the table like
sukiyaki. I'm sure there is something that you'll like."

	"Well, OK, I'll trust you," he said a bit doubtfully.

	A few minutes later we arrived at one of my favorite places, where
the staff recognized me. The host said a friendly hello, and led us to a
table that was screened from its neighbors with wood partitions. As we sat
down, I ordered two Japanese beers. Randy looked at the menu for a while,
and said "This sure is confusing. Tell me what you think I should order."

	"Well," I started, "if you like pork, there is a dish called
tonkatsu, which is a pork cutlet that is breaded with special bread crumbs
and deep-fried. They serve it cut into strips with a delicious dipping
sauce, and rice. It goes nicely with their salad, which has a special
ginger dressing. I think you'll like it. I'm going to get tempura, which is
also nice, so we can trade if you like, or just share both dishes. I think
you'll be surprised at how good the food is."

	"OK," he said, and when the waiter came back I ordered a sushi
sampler appetizer, a beef and scallion roll appetizer for him, then miso
soup for me, a salad for him, and finally the tonkatsu and tempura.

	While we waited for the food, we talked and got to know each other
better. He was a year older than me, brought up in the same town where he
now lived. He had also gone to college at a small upstate school. He had
been to New York before, but never by himself. He said that he had
discovered The Adonis as he walked to his training seminar, and that he was
really nervous about going in, but in the end said `Oh, what the fuck' to
himself. He liked his town, but was itching to get out and move somewhere
that he could be more on his own, and express his sexuality more freely. He
had experimented with other guys in his last two years at college, but they
were all pretty closeted back then. He was aching for more open experiences
and variety with other men. As he gained more job skills he thought he
might explore a job in a bigger city.

	I told him about growing up in the Midwest, and how I had been
tutored in gay sex by a handsome grad student when I was twenty. How he had
taken me to gay bars, some gay sex parties, and the gay baths in
Chicago. How I had gotten more into the gay culture when I moved to Philly
to go to graduate school in fine art. And how I took advantage of The
Adonis when I came to New York and the Club Baths in Philly. I told him
about my studio, and how I painted there, and took trips to locations that
I did small paintings that became the subjects for the work in my
studio. How I had a lot of friends, straight and gay, artists and
non-artists, and how I thought Philly was a great place to live.

	We continued to talk after our beers and then our food arrived. He
really liked the Japanese food, and even tried a piece of sushi, saying
that he could see how you needed to get used to the idea of eating raw
fish.

	When we were done, we had both had a couple of beers and were
feeling full and pleasantly mellow. He paid the check, saying that his
company would have no problem with reimbursing the expense, and headed out
into the night to go back to the hotel.

	Again, in the elevator, we kissed on the way up, and when we got
into the room and had latched the door, we drew together and kissed softly
and passionately, more tender and less desperate than we had been before
dinner. Randy turned on one of the bedside lamps and threw a T-shirt over
it so that the light was more subdued and romantic. As we kissed, we
started to unbutton each other's shirts, and then I pulled of his T-shirt
and he pulled off mine.

	I stood back to look at his body. In the glancing light from the
bedside lamp, I could see all the hills and valleys of his lightly-muscled
torso showing a gorgeous six-pack and sharply defined chest, his nipples
already erect from our body contact and kissing. In his pants, I could see
his erection lying side-ways and pointing put toward his left hip.

	I moved close to him again, unbuckling his belt, and pulling it out
to drop on the floor, before unbuttoning his waist and unzipping his fly. I
stood back to look at him again, and then put my arms around him and pulled
him into another kiss.

	After we broke off the kiss, he did the same to my pants, and when
he finished, he pushed them down to my mid thighs. When we kissed, he
cupped his hand around my erection, gently stroking it through the fabric
of my underpants. He knelt and untied my shoelaces, and I pried off one
shoe with the other foot, then repeated it on the other foot. He pushed my
pants to my ankles as he pulled my body toward him so that he could start
to nibble my cock through my briefs. As he worked his mouth over my cock, I
raised first one foot and then the other and he pulled my pants off and
then my socks. He nibbled and worked my cock some more, and then I pulled
him up into a kiss.

	Now it was his turn, and I knelt and repeated the same thing ,
taking off his shoes, then his pants, and finally his socks, all the while
working his cock through his briefs until they were soaking wet with my
saliva. When he pulled me up into a kiss again, we each pulled the other's
elastic waistband over our erect cocks, and shed our last bit of clothing.

	He took my hand and led me to the dresser and the mirror over
it. He came up behind me, putting his arms around me to run them up and
down my torso, taking my cock in his hand and stroking me gently as he
kissed my neck and ears and I turned my head to kiss him. I felt his hard
cock nestle between my buns and he gently pushed it up and down, while I
put my hands on his thighs and pulled him closer.

	"I want your cock in me," I whispered to him.

	"All in good time, John," he said. "I want to take this slow and
easy."

	"Let's lie down," I said, and we walked to the bed. He lay down on
the bed, and I lay on top of him, his legs curled around my calves and his
pelvis pushing up against mine as we kissed deeply and our tongues wrestled
with each other.

	We rolled over so he was on top, and did the same thing. Then he
kissed his way down to my balls, kissed them, ran his tongue up my cock and
started to gently and slowly take me into his mouth, all the way into his
throat, a re-run of the wonderful oral I had enjoyed from him that
afternoon. As he sucked, I moved myself around so that we were in a 69
position, lying on our sides, my cock in his mouth, his in mine.

	For the next 15 minutes, we sucked, first him leading and me
matching his speed and moves, and then me taking the lead. Several times we
stopped because we were both so close to cumming, but then resumed after a
little rest, where we just caressed each other's bodies.

	Finally, he pulled my legs into a position where he could reach my
anus with his tongue, and he started to rim me. That drove me wild, and I
sucked more and more eagerly on his erection, him pulling away a few times
to keep from shooting his load.

	After about ten minutes of rimming, he stopped and turned around so
that we could kiss. "Now will you fuck me?" I pleaded.

	"Lie on your stomach," he said. So I did, and he went back to
rimming me again. I spread my legs and pushed my ass up to meet his
tongue. The pleasure was intense, but I was desperate to feel his hard cock
inside of me.

	After a little while he stopped, reached over to the bedside table
for a condom, ripped it open and pulled it on. I reached over for the
bottle of poppers, opened it and took a deep drag on each nostril, handing
the bottle over my shoulder to him as I raised my ass to welcome him in. I
felt his cock at my hole, and reached around to guide him into my warm love
tunnel.

	I was completely relaxed and there was no pain at all, just the
wonderful feeling of him filling me, possessing me.

	"Are you OK?" he whispered.

	"I'm in heaven," I answered, and started to pull away from him then
push into him, fucking myself with his cock. He lowered his body onto mine,
and the feeling of his muscular, warm chest against my back was sensational
and I moved under him in waves and he kissed my neck and shoulders.

	I love being fucked in lots of positions, particularly lying on my
back so I can watch my partner's muscles work as he moves in and out of
me. But tonight, I thought that him taking me from behind was just right,
and I was happy with one position for our love-making.

	Randy was clearly getting more and more excited. It was not only
more than three years since he had been fucked, but the same since he had
fucked someone, and he was making up for lost time. His thrusts became more
and more energetic, probing deeper and deeper into me. He raised himself on
his arms to get more leverage, and as he did so, I knew that the end was
soon,

	I took the poppers and two more big hits, handing them to him. When
he was done, he started his sprint to the finish, reaching under me and
stroking my cock in time with his thrusts. In a few more seconds, I went
over the edge, shooting my load on the towel we had thought to put under me
when we started. My anus contracted around his cock and pushed him over the
edge, and he collapsed on my back. I turned my face for him to kiss me as
he came shot after shot in the condom inside me.

	Finally, it was over, and we were both spent. He rolled off of me,
and I turned over, so that we could kiss as we moved our sweaty bodies
together, kissing and caressing as we wound down from the high of making
love again.

	"Babe, that was fucking incredible!" he said. "I'd almost forgotten
how great fucking is!"

	"Yup, the fucking best!" I said.

	With that, I wiped myself with the towel, and we both got under the
covers, snuggling as we fell asleep in each other's arms, totally
fulfilled.

	Early in the morning, I was awakened by the warm sensation of a
mouth on my cock. For a while I thought that I was dreaming, but then
realized that Randy was going down on my morning wood. He kept it up for a
few minutes, before coming up to kiss me awake. He grabbed the last condom
from the bedside table, rolled it onto my cock, added some lube, and then
mounted me, riding me to another climax, followed a minute later by his
shooting his load all over my chest.

	We again showered together and said, "I've got to catch a train to
Albany in a an hour and a half. Let's go get some breakfast, and make some
plans, OK?"

	"OK," I said. I, too, had hoped that we might get together
again. He was too good and too nice for just a fleeting one-night stand. So
we dressed, and went downstairs, and I went out into the fresh bright
sunshine while he checked out.

	Over breakfast, we made tentative plans for him to come to Philly
for the Memorial Day weekend. I looked forward to introducing him to some
of my favorite haunts, friends, some bars, and even a night at the baths.

	Looking back on my experience, I had never expected to find
something so fine in that grungy den of iniquity, The Adonis!